The white-haired young man turned into the hallway, and he saw Fu Xing bent over, his eyes falling on the bloodstains on the stairs.

Seeing that he was following, Fu Xing beckoned to him, "Qi Feng, look at the blood stains on the stairs, isn't it special?" ”

The white-haired young man followed her gaze, his eyes shining slightly.

"What do you think?" He asked directly.

Fu Xing didn't beat around the bush, and directly said the phenomenon he observed: "You take a closer look at the flow trajectory of the bloodstains, there is no fault in the middle, it should flow directly from above." ”

This shows that the battlefield did not take place in the stairwell, and that there was significantly less blood here.

Fu Xing didn't make up his mind directly, but continued to go up: "Just go up and take a look." ”

As soon as they went up to the second floor, the cool smell that rushed to their faces made both of them stunned.

And that's not even the most surprising.

"The second floor is very clean." The white-haired youth spoke slowly.

In the empty hallway, there was not a trace of blood on the white tiles.

In a bloodied building, it's a little unusually clean.

Fu Xing nodded and continued walking.

She didn't try to open any of the doors, only peering through a layer of glass.

"Qifeng, come here." Volvo stopped at the door of a room.

The white-haired young man heard the sound and walked towards her, looking through the glass under the guidance of Fuxing.

A pool of blood.

"There's that too." Fu Xing found the same few spots of blood in another room.

After some investigation, Fu Xing touched his chin and muttered, "The amount of blood is not so large that it can flow out of the room." ”

The white-haired young man muttered for a moment and reached out to pull the door panel.

"The door is broken." His voice was faint, and the next moment, he found a few hyphae in the gap, and he casually picked them off.

Apparently ......" is a monster. ”

Fu Xing also guessed that this would be the case, and she proposed, "Go to the third floor?" ”

The white-haired youth had no objections.

Before leaving the second floor, Fu Xing looked back at the shadow at the end of the hallway.

"How many points is it now?" She asked suddenly.

Qi Feng glanced down at his watch, "Ten o'clock in the afternoon." ”

Fu Xing nodded, thoughtful.

Third floor.

There were some messy blood stains in the hallway on the third floor, and the scene in the room was similar to that on the second floor, only slightly worse in comparison.

Other than that, there are no more clues.

After staying on the third floor for a while, the two continued to go up one floor.

The fourth floor is a very different story, no less tragic than the first floor.

The sun shone in through the window at the end of the hallway, the blood dried up and coagulated, and countless footprints were blurred beyond the original outline.

Without taking a step forward, Fu Xing took a deep breath and turned his head: "Let's go up to the fifth floor." ”

She lowered her eyelids, and from his vantage point he could see the girl's eyebrows against the light, and the fine fluff on her fair skin was dyed with an intoxicating golden ......

"Hmm."

He replied softly, withdrawing his gaze from Fu Xing.

*

"I see."

As soon as the white-haired young man stepped on the last step of the ladder, he heard this sentence from Fu Xing.

"Qifeng, I want to go back to Fujia again." She walked over to him, preoccupied, "Also, how did you notice the anomaly last night, and tell me word for word." ”

Fu Xing went downstairs as she spoke, she was walking too quickly, her brain was thinking again, and she didn't realize that she stepped on the air under her feet, until the feeling of weightlessness hit, and the whole person was stunned, and subconsciously closed her eyes.

The imaginary pain didn't happen, her waist tightened, and her back was firm.