Ling Heng took Mo Xiaoya to the security room, and after letting the security guards "sleep", he retrieved all the surveillance videos on the day and after Huo Mingxuan's victimization.

Sure enough, the surveillance video of Huo Mingxuan was all blank.

Mo Xiaoya rubbed her eyes that were about to look at the flowers, "Boss, don't look at these useless things, the police have seen them." ”

"Look at it again!" Ling Heng ordered in a cold voice.

Mo Xiaoya had no choice but to endure the oppression and look at it again with Ling Heng.

"Wait!" Ling Heng's expression suddenly became solemn, and his eyes were fixed on the monitor.

"What's wrong?" Mo Xiaoya was puzzled.

Ling Heng pointed to the monitor, "Look here!" ”

The time was twelve o'clock in the morning, and a vague shadow suddenly appeared at the door of 1808, and then disappeared without a trace.

Mo Xiaoya's eyes immediately widened, "What is that thing?" Did it go into 1808? ”

"I don't know what it is, but do you see the date?"

Mo Xiaoya patted her head, "June 18th!" That's when the second case happened! ”

Ling Heng nodded, and immediately re-checked the other surveillance videos, and found that the strange good thing, a humanoid shadow that could not be captured clearly, had only appeared once at midnight on June 18th.

"Go to 1808!"

Ling Heng immediately rushed out of the door.

Ye August had already returned to his room, and the atmosphere on the entire eighteenth floor seemed to be even more gloomy.

A bone-piercing chill surrounded Ling Heng, he didn't enter 1808 directly, but looked at 1809 first, and then put his hand on 1808's door, and the door opened immediately.

"Whew!"

A yin wind with the smell of blood instantly erupted from the door, Ling Heng and Mo Xiaoya dodged to the sides in time, and when the two of them were still in shock, an exclamation suddenly came.

"Ahh

Ling Heng frowned tightly and asked, "Why did you come out?" ”

Ye August was stunned and her beautiful eyes widened, standing motionless at the door like a sculpture.

"Oh no, she's scared silly!" Mo Xiaoya said nervously.

"She's not stupid, it's the yin wind that rushed out of the door that rushed her soul and made her lose her soul temporarily." Ling Heng was a little cold-blooded calmly, but he walked over to Ye August as he spoke.

Ling Heng was about to "requiem" for Ye August, but she hugged Ling Heng all of a sudden.

"Hey, what are you doing!" Ling Heng wanted to push her away directly, but in the end, he was not so rude, and endured Ye August's bear hug with a blushing face.

"It's cold! It's cold! ”

Ye August's head was buried in Ling Heng's chest, and he kept shivering.

Mo Xiaoya was dumbfounded, she had been by Ling Heng's side for so many years, and Ye August was the first woman to successfully have physical contact with Ling Heng.

"Damn it!" Ling Heng frowned in disgust, clenched his fists, and clenched his joints white.

"What are you doing in a daze, don't you get her away?" Ling Heng yelled at Mo Xiaoya with a calm face, and Mo Xiaoya was taken aback.

"You just pushed her away, why did you let me get her?" Mo Xiaoya muttered dissatisfiedly.

Ling Heng flew by with a knife in the eye, and Mo Xiaoya had no choice but to obediently come to the "inseparable" two, hold Ye August's arm, and drag her hard, and finally get the frightened "koala" away.

When Mo Xiaoya hurriedly sent Ye August back to the room, Ling Heng had already walked into 1808.

"Boss, I let her sleep!"

Mo Xiaoya said in a relaxed tone, but as soon as she stepped into 1808, her face immediately changed.

Ling Heng was standing in front of Huo Mingxuan's disembowelment-chested, very comfortable-looking bed, cold light burst out in his eyes, and the expression on his face was extremely gloomy and complicated.

Although the white sheets had been replaced, the smell of blood still lingered throughout the room.

The smell of blood didn't come from the bed, but from the floor and ceiling.

Ling Heng's feet were painted with blood, enough to be the size of a person's arms outstretched, his feet were next to the skull, just right without stepping on a single bit of blood.

Around the skull was a circle of red candles, half-burned, and the faint green flames seemed to be dancing like ghostly fires.

Mo Xiaoya raised her head again and looked at the top of her head, and immediately exclaimed, "My God, this is ......"

There was also a thin human skin covered in blood sticking to the ceiling!

Mo Xiaoya's scalp was numb and asked, "Old ...... Boss, what's going on? ”

Ling Heng's eyes were fixed on the bed, and he said coldly, "Someone passed after the murder. This is clearly a hexical formation. Blood wax gathers yin and hooks the soul, human skin hides essence, it seems that the murderer's purpose of killing is very clear! ”

"For what purpose?" Mo Xiaoya put away her frightened look, and her eyes were filled with murderous aura.

"Cultivate!" Ling Heng replied with great certainty.

"Cultivation? Is the murderer a human? Mo Xiaoya's heart instantly felt a chill.

Ling Heng suddenly turned around, looked directly at Mo Xiaoya and said, "No! It is definitely not a human being who cultivates with this kind of evil art! Only the Shadow Spirits can use this magic spell! With this clue, it is much easier to catch the murderer! ”

"Ghostly spirits?" Mo Xiaoya subconsciously covered her heart and asked, "Who is that human skin?" ”

"Of course it's Huo Mingxuan's." Ling Heng's answer was still very affirmative.

Mo Xiaoya couldn't help but have a dish on her face, "What? His skin turned out to be here? So, the skins of the other two victims will appear at the scene of the murder? ”

"That's how it should be! Let's go to the other two sites later! Ling Heng said this, his gaze fell on the ground again.

Mo Xiaoya hurriedly said: "These blood waxes haven't burned yet, does it mean that the murderer didn't go far?" Or...... Is it still in this room? ”

Mo Xiaoya couldn't help but gasp, tensed up the nerves in her body, and looked around vigilantly.

Ling Heng was silent and raised his eyes slightly, a layer of pale white light emanated from his body, and a one-person-tall silver-white chilling spirit halberd appeared in his hand.

At this time, there was a rustling sound in the bathroom.

"Stay here and don't move!" Ling Heng lowered his voice and walked quickly to the bathroom.

"Boss, be careful!" Mo Xiaoya stood honestly in place, her eyes fixed on Ling Heng's back.

The piercing sound continued to sound and make people's teeth ache, Ling Heng's hand held the doorknob, and a layer of frost appeared inexplicably on the door of the entire bathroom.

Mo Xiaoya felt an eerie chill coming from behind her, and frowned tightly.

"Who?"

Mo Xiaoya quickly turned around, and at the same time, Ling Heng also opened the door of the bathroom.

A black-green withered ghost hand with long dark red nails grabbed Ling Heng's white wrist the moment he opened the door, and the force was so great that it almost crushed a person's bones.

Ling Heng glanced at the ghost hand with great disgust but did not dodge, but leaned forward with the power of the ghost hand, and was instantly pulled into the bathroom......