A burst of richness drowned the four of them, Tian Nai was still beside the crooked neck tree, and he looked at the crooked neck tree again with sharp eyes. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Shi Jia looked at the dense fog that had just risen inexplicably, and looked at the old wall again, while Huang Bo was a little frightened and looked around uneasily. Xiao An gently stroked the old wall with his hand, feeling a coolness, and closed his eyes as if listening to what the old wall had to say.

Xiao An was dizzy, and his head was like a star in the universe, spinning in a space-time tunnel, and then landing. Xiao An slowly opened his eyes, the direction of his vision was the edge of the cliff, the fog was still thick, the three of them were no longer there, and he couldn't see that the village outside the fog was particularly bright, a teenager was sitting on the cliff and shaking his legs, with a dogtail in his mouth.

Xiao An approached his side, then sat down, looking at his hand, as if waiting for the boy to speak.

The boy looked up at the sky, the side face on the school uniform was a little immature, the dry wind blew his hair, a slight smile flashed on his face, and he continued to shake his legs, and the dogtail grass also turned his head.

"Want to know who killed me?"

Xiao An didn't look at the young man and nodded, his eyes looked into the distance thoughtfully and gently, it seemed that he was a little melancholy and embarrassed, and the afterglow was full of the appearance of a young man.

"I don't know who killed me, and I don't even know how I got up the mountain now, and when I woke up I was a cold corpse, sorry, maybe I disappointed you."

Xiao An tilted his head helplessly, then let out a long breath and said:

"I'm the one who let you down."

"Although death seems to be the most fearful thing when I am alive, I will not feel pain after death, which can also be regarded as my relief, but the fear of death will not be forgotten for a long time."

The young man's immature face turned to look at Xiao An, and then his face slowly turned pale, then blue, his hair was messy and dry, and his eyes were full of helplessness, despair, loss, pain and fear, and then his skin swelled slightly, and finally turned into a white skeleton.

The young man walked behind Xiao An in a loud voice, tied a rope around his neck, jumped off the cliff, and looked up at Xiao An, and Xiao An was staring at him at the moment, his eyes were empty and deep, as if leading to another dark space, which was full of fear.

There was a dizziness, and the sweat on Xiao An's forehead trickled down the size of a pea.

"Hey."

Shi Jia looked at Xiao An with an inexplicable and worried face, and Xiao An suddenly came back to his senses, and then saw that Shi Jia was next to him, Xiao An looked at Shi Jia's eyes in horror and took a few deep breaths, Shi Jia asked:

"You, what happened to you? Imagining the dead in your mind? ”

It is common for Xiao An to simulate the dead and forget about himself, sometimes he will suddenly get excited, sometimes he will be very painful, if people who are not familiar with him will think that he is crazy, but he is indeed a madman.

Mu Zisheng looked at Xiao An in some surprise on the side, and there was more sweat in his ears, Huang Bo gritted his teeth even more, he was suddenly frozen by Xiao An, and then his face was pale, his expression was solemn, and the sweat was so frightened that Xiao An felt like he had fallen into an evil spirit.

Xiao An still had a little palpitation in his eyes, and then nodded with his eyes closed.

Shi Jia had a lot of worry on her face, and then said:

"Don't think about it for the time being, we don't have many clues in this case, and we still don't even know what his name is, so it's a little difficult to close the case quickly."

For this old detective friend, sometimes he has a headache, sometimes he cares so much about Xiao An, Xiao An can be said to have love and hate for Shi Jia, but of course love is greater than hate, don't think about that kind of love.

Xiao An gently raised his eyes and looked at the hand that was still on the old wall, as if the scene just now was passed to him by the old wall, he slowly raised his hand, and there were a few big characters engraved under his hand.

"Xu Dong likes Lu Fei"

Xiao An read these words softly in his mouth, Shi Jia also leaned over to look at them, and then said:

"These are all written by underage children, you don't think there can be any clues, do you?"

Xiao An glanced at Shi Jia lightly, then nodded in agreement, quickly recovered from the panic, and then asked directly:

"Captain Huang, was there any special discovery at the scene at that time besides the rope?"

Huang Bo thought hard for a while, and then said slowly:

"The deceased was wearing a Takeda Middle School uniform, nothing else."

"By the way, he was carrying a schoolbag when the body was brought up?"

Xiao An frowned:

"Takeda Middle School? Schoolbag? ”

"Yes, that's all there is to it now."

"What's in your bag?"

Huang Bo recalled:

"It's strange to say, when we open our school bag, we see that there is nothing in it, it's just an empty bag."

Mu Zisheng immediately asked thoughtfully:

"Have you touched your bag other than what is inside?"

Huang Bo frowned, touched his chin with his right hand and said:

"No, what's wrong?"

Muzisheng says:

"There may be clues left in there."

Xiao An added:

"There may be dust left in the bag from the rope hanging from the deceased, which is very critical."

Shi Jia narrowed his eyes, and then asked:

"Captain Huang, where is the schoolbag now?"

Huang Bo replied:

"Also at the police station, as is the rope of the deceased."

Xiao An looked at the sky, and then said:

"There are no more useful clues here, so let's hurry back to the police station and check the bag and rope."

The other three nodded together, and then left the old wall, and when they came to the fork in the road, Xiao An couldn't help but look back at the direction of the old wall and the cliff, and then swept his eyes over the dense fog around him, remembering that Mu Zisheng said that this fog was because of the special terrain, although Xiao An was atheistic, but he felt that this fog was indeed a little strange and mysterious in his heart.

The crooked neck tree shook slightly in the dry wind, the mottled old wall condensed in the moist mist with dripping beads, if the sweat on the forehead of the person, it was like a corpse girl with makeup removed, terrifying, twisted and suffocating, the white mist turned into cyan and shrouded in the old tree on the top of the mountain, the old tree and the old wall seemed to become the most mysterious force in the thick fog, and this kind of thing made people panic.

"You see there's something unusual about this fog."

"What's there, every year .... All.... That's right!"

"Let's go."

“.....”

In the green mist, in the dark and secluded woods, the thick fog was also scurrying wantonly, a black shadow leaned on the trunk of the tree, his hand gently touched the bark that was about to fall, and slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were even darker, as if everything around him was caused by this pair of different pupils, and the hoarse voice whispered softly:

"It's going to be getting more and more interesting."