I crouched against the wall and watched carefully, the arrow went straight down, and I subconsciously shone a flashlight on the ground. The ground was dirty and empty, and I didn't know what the arrows meant.

I gently touched the arrow and rubbed a handful of black ash on my hand. The arrow was clearly written on for a short time, and seemed to be hasty, marked with stone or black charcoal. I frowned, could it be that the bell was left behind?

My guess is well-founded, this water tower was not here in the first place, after the murder. Only then did several waves of people come to investigate. If the police want to mark the traces of evidence, they can use a regular watermark pen to do it generously. And the arrow in front of me was drawn in a hurry, twisted and rough, and at first glance it was in a hurry, and in this way, the only person I could think of was the bell.

The bell is marked here, and for what? The arrow is pointing downwards and refers to the ground. But the ground is empty, and there's nothing left.

I cautiously reached out and wiped it on the ground. The water tower is built on top of the groundwater, which steam the water vapor, and the soil on the ground is sticky and wet. After touching around and seeing nothing, I picked up my hand and looked at it with a flashlight. The mud in one hand, but there are a lot of yellow particles mixed in the mud.

I carefully rubbed the mud off. Leave as much yellow as possible, and put it in front of my nose and smell it, a faint smell of sandalwood. My mind suddenly flashed, this is incense! The incense did not burn out the remnants that remained.

I simply knelt on the ground and used my flashlight to shine back and forth, but I couldn't find anything. I have a bit of a soul in my head, could someone have gathered soil here to burn incense? What to do by burning incense is nothing more than worship. Could it be that the bell is burned? Probably not. He burned it, so why should he mark it here?

I began to circle around the wall on the first floor, turning on the flashlight and checking carefully, and this time it was a long time, the light outside was getting darker and darker, and the surroundings were quiet, and there was no sound at all.

Then. Lin Faguang poked his head in from the black door: Xiao Luo, have you found anything?

The idea of these arrow marks is not very mature, and I am a little estranged from Lin Faguang, I subconsciously don't want to talk about the discovery too early, don't give birth to Wu at that time, and then let him laugh and look down on him.

Then he said: Nothing, I still want to go to the second floor to see.

Then you can take your time. At night, I don't worry about your aunt being home alone, I have to go back and take care of her. Lin Faguang said.

I was immediately furious: Master Lin, what should I do if you leave.

This Xiao Luo, you finally came to visit, investigate well, don't worry. I'll stay here with your Uncle Wang tonight, and I'll come back tomorrow morning to pick you up. He said.

When I came out of the water tower, Old Man Wang tightened his pants and said to me: Xiao Luo, you check slowly, I will send Lao Lin across the river first and then come back.

The two of them stepped on the cigarette butt and walked out together, without even looking back, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

I looked around, this hellish place was deep and densely forested, and there was a dead silence all around, and there was not even a sound. I am the only one who is unfamiliar with life, and I feel a little chill down my spine.

But I don't want to run away and make them laugh, just bite the bullet and get back into the water tower. This time the water inlet tower feels different from just now, and it is particularly terrifying and gloomy. Just now the two of them were squatting outside, and I was somewhat confident, but at this time, I was alone, and the fear was rushing like a tide.

I reluctantly composure, continuing my work, inspecting the wall, and finding a total of five arrow markings. Underneath these marks, I also found traces of residual incense and incense ash.

In other words, someone has planted incense in the five prescription positions here. As soon as the word came to mind, I fell into deep thought. Could the incense burning in these five directions be a kind of enchantment or magic circle?

Every time I go to a foreign country, I always carry a small leather notebook with me to jot down something. I crouched on the ground, with a flashlight in my mouth, took the book out of my pocket, and drew a scribbled sketch with the attached pen, on which were roughly marked the five directions of the incense. Although I can't understand it at this time, I can ask the master for advice in the future.

After drawing this, I put Ben away, I took my flashlight to the spiral staircase, took the cold rusty handle, hesitated for a moment, and mustered up the courage to go up.

For some reason, I always feel that there is something hidden here, and I feel like I am being peeped at by an inexplicable sight. I ran a few quick steps to the top of the stairs. Out of the staircase, there is no space here, looking at the flashlight, the area is quite large, and in the middle of the room is a huge jar.

This jar can be one story high, thick and large, and the momentum is compelling. The surface of the jar is covered with rust, and the red paint on the surface is peeling off in many places, and it looks like it has been abandoned for many years. Looking at the rest of the place, there is a pile of debris in the corners, garbage everywhere, and a rancid smell wafting in the air.

I was going to take a glance and leave, but when the flashlight shone through a distant window, I changed my mind.

The window left only a large frame, which looked like a black eye. Old man Wang once said that the body of the college student was found on a branch outside the window.

I thought to myself, if there was a murderer who committed the crime, would the murderer first resist the corpse of a college student against the water tower, and then go out through this window and hang the body on a tree?

I know it's a bit unreliable, but now as long as there are clues, we have to pursue them, and don't rush to make either/or affirmations and denials.

I walked around the jar and walked a few steps before the sudden appearance in front of me made me gasp.

From the jug to the window, the floor was in tatters, and all the old debris that had been piled up on the ground was scattered and piled up haphazardly. For example, it's as if a bunch of wild cats have gotten into the and made a mess of it.

Things piled up together can also hide the smell, and at this time they are scattered, and the strong stench is simply smoking. I covered my nose, but I still couldn't stop the smell from drilling in, I couldn't put the collar up, I covered my nose tightly with one hand, and I turned on a flashlight with the other, and I went inside.

I finally came to the window, and it was already dark outside. It was dark in the mountains very early, and there was only a quiet cold wind all around, and gusts of wind poured in through the window, blowing me shivering. I barely poked my head out to see that the window was quite high above the ground, and I looked a little dizzy.

The branches of the tree swayed slowly in the wind as far as I could reach, and I shone it with a flashlight, and the branches were relatively thick, so it should not be a problem to climb up to them.

As the time dawned, I saw a thick branch showing signs of breaking. My heart is a little hairy, this broken branch is caused by hanging corpses? Or is it caused by someone stepping on it? Is it the unraveling?

Xie Ling, this person seems to be shrewd, but in fact he is too stupid and too real, what he wants to investigate, in order to explore and understand, dare to do things that ordinary people dare not do or even dare to think. It is all too possible to say that he stepped on a branch and personally examined the place where the body had been hanged. The black thread may have been found by accident during his investigation of the place where the body was hung.

I suddenly had a thought, if the bell can go up, why can't I? I think it's ridiculous when I think about it, but looking at the thick branches dangling in front of me, my heart is itching, so what can I do if I go up to check.

I hesitated, put the flashlight in my mouth, jumped on the window frame, and got out of the cat's waist. The cold wind outside was even worse, and I couldn't help shivering, and carefully stepped on a branch, feeling that it was still strong, and gradually stepped on it, and then the whole person went to it. I held on to the branch with both hands, stepped on the trunk under my feet, and moved forward.

Just when he was engrossed, suddenly a strong light shot from below, and then he remembered the angry shout of the old man Wang: What are you doing? You don't want to die?

My hands trembled, and a strong force hit me from behind, and I didn't have time to react, and the whole person fell down from the tree with his head down. The process was between lightning and flint, and it was only after I fell for a second that my brain reacted and knew that I was finished.

The wind in my ears was not good, and I seemed to be hanging a branch in the process of falling, and the person spun half a circle, paused slightly, and then continued to fall, and saw it fall to the ground.

At this time, Old Man Wang suddenly stretched out his hand to hug me. My brain is cold, this old man is too reckless, it's okay if I get a little injured, once I stone him to death, won't I be in a life lawsuit.

The next second, the old man hugged me, spun around in place, and then quickly retreated, taking advantage of the unsteady force, and threw me to the ground. The whole process is in the blink of an eye, he moves like a rabbit, as fast as a tanuki.

I fell to the bone and muscles, my buttocks became three petals, the roots of my tail hurt, and I sat on the ground for a long time without speaking, it hurt.

But I know that this old man saved my life at a critical time. If he hadn't shown such a single-handed effort to dissolve most of his strength, if I had fallen to the ground solidly, I would have been half-crippled if I didn't die, and I might have fallen stupid.

Old man Wang was furious, he took a thick white flashlight in his hand, and stabbed me in the eyes unceremoniously with light: You don't want to fucking die?! What are you doing climbing that high?! If you have a good one, how can I explain to Lao Lin, how to explain to Xie Ling, how to explain to your family! You are a descendant, you are really a daredevil, why are you so worry-free, go! Come back with me!

He came over and dragged the collar of my clothes very unceremoniously, and I was in severe pain all over my body, so I hurriedly said: Uncle Wang, I didn't fall off by myself.

Old man Wang looked at me suspiciously, and I grinned and said, "Just now on the tree, someone pushed me!"

Old man Wang walked to the big tree with a tiger face and shone it with a flashlight. This flashlight was full of light and power, like a small sun, illuminating this dead tree in a miserable white.

Could it be that the soul of the dead college student has not dispersed and has become a yin spirit? Old man Wang muttered: You read that right? Is it hanging from a tree branch?

I touched my shoulder, and someone was pushing it here. I said to Old Man Wang that my shoulder still hurts badly.

Old man Wang strode up to me, ripped off my clothes, and began to pull down from the collar of my neck. I was in so much pain that I couldn't resist, and I thought to myself, how did I fall into the hands of this old glass.

Old man Wang took off my crisp shoulder, and the flashlight shone on it, and his face was extremely heavy, as if he had seen something. I couldn't turn my head away and asked what was wrong. He took out a small mirror from his pocket and looked at it behind it: look for yourself.

I saw a palm-like mark on my right shoulder.

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