After confirming that the capture was about to leave, Heng Gu guarded the door, and Linghua activated the heart mirror.

"Now that Yuan Qiuying has locked herself in other guest rooms, even the people from the county government have to come to the door to ask, and we may not be able to see her in a short time. If you want to know what happened before we passed last night, only the "conscient" can be seen."

The familiar vortex on the mirror recedes rapidly, and the picture in Yuan Qiuying's room last night emerges.

Yuan Qiuying on the bed closed her eyes and seemed to be asleep, when suddenly a black shadow swept in from the door.

In the darkness of the night, the man seemed to be unable to see clearly, and stretched out his two hands to grope for things. The man in black cautiously touched the table, and reached out to reach away.

He bent over and took two steps to the left, holding back after hearing Yuan Qiuying's shallow breathing, hunched over and leaning forward, not knowing what he was looking at.

Sensing that his target was not here, he took two steps back and turned around, returning to the table. He still cautiously moved and reached out to grope, and inadvertently touched Zhen'er's bed.

The small bed shook gently like a cradle a few times, and the man in black took a deep breath without opening his mouth, but Linghua heard the man's inner voice: "This is the smell."

In the dark, the sinful hand touched Zhen'er's head from the bottom to the side rail of the crib, and the child's breath was at hand.

"Hey, hey, hey...... Hey, hey, hey, hey, ......"

The black-clothed people were in ecstasy, and even their fingers shook uncontrollably. The hand gestured back and forth excitedly over Zhen'er's head, as if he was so happy that he didn't know where to go.

And Zhen'er on the bed slept soundly, not realizing that the danger that would kill him was around.

The black-clothed man's long and thick fingertips touched Zhen'er's forehead, and slammed his palm to emit a slight demonic aura, and at the same time, an eye-shaped demon mark dispersed from the top of Zhen'er's head.

As soon as the palm went down, Zhen'er immediately lost her breath, and she didn't even make a scream.

He laughed silently, his shoulders trembling with laughter, but his body was still bent, covering his stomach as if he was laughing with abdominal pain.

The man in black lifted the quilt on Zhen'er's body, and the bright red hand that was stained with blood and flesh went to take the child's body.

A slight sound woke Yuan Qiuying, almost an instinctive reaction, and she called, "Zhen'er?"

The figure in the darkness paused.

Yuan Qiuying sat up and called again, "Zhen'er?"

The man in black skillfully picked up Zhen'er's body, quickly ran to the window, jumped through the window, and plunged into the autumn river.

Yuan Qiuying ran after the sound, and the afterimage became blurred. Linghua continued to inject spiritual power and commanded, "Follow the man in black."

On the mirror, the picture of Yuan Qiuying became hazy, and the scene gradually darkened and darkened, revealing a touch of blue.

Linghua felt a coldness for some reason, and before she could savor the feeling, she saw the man in black grab a bamboo wormwood in the river.

"You actually put it here, it's so far away, I almost drowned."

He didn't know who he was talking to, and he crawled to the shore with the bamboo wormwood in tow, and sat on the mudflat, panting for breath. While wringing the water on his clothes, he complained, "Can you bring things closer next time, you can't get better if I'm dead."

There was silence, no one answering his words.

He rested for a moment, patted the sand off his body, and turned and walked into the darkness behind him.

The image on the remnant mirror blurred again, and Linghua felt an inexplicably familiar force competing with her, although this force did not have the slightest ability to match her, but Linghua did not want to lose this clue, so she closed the heart mirror.

She beckoned to Henggu, and Henggu walked over with a bump under his feet: "Finished reading?"

Linghua shook his head: "Although I didn't see who this person was, I had some valuable information.

First of all, this man is a man, he is not familiar with this place, and it is very likely that he has not been here before."

Heng Gu guarded the door and didn't completely look at the process on the residual mirror, he was puzzled, "How can you know where Mrs. Yuan lives if you haven't been here?"

"That's the weird thing, we're on the boat

Shang Ming has removed the demon mark on Zhen'er's body, but when the murderer committed the murder, he still used this mark.

At the time of Zhen'er's death, the mark on his body also floated out, in the shape of an eye, which was different from what we saw on the boat."

Linghua recalled the removal of the mark for Zhen'er on the ship: "The mark we found at that time did not have a specific form, only a trace of demonic energy, and this demonic energy was not the same as the strength of the murderer."

Heng Gu also remembered the scene on the ship: "At that time, the aura of the power demon was not so heavy, but ...... On the contrary, some of them can't tell what the breath is, but the smell of demons is stronger."

Linghua pondered, "Yes, why are there two different demon marks in Zhen'er's body? Is that mark we removed just a trick?"

"Then this is also insidious, what kind of hatred and hatred want to attack such a young child?" Henggu pointed out the window, "Don't be caught by me, or you will use your head to pay tribute to Zhen'er's soul."

Linghua's heart paused slightly when she heard this, and she stared at Heng Gu's arrogant expression for a long time. Since drinking the demon blood in the town of the Pig, Henggu's temperament has changed a little.

He is no longer as white and soft as a glutinous rice cake, and he has become tough and paranoid in a short period of time, which is not a good sign.

Perhaps the demon blood was influencing his behavior, or even interfering with his thinking.

Linghua held Heng Gu's arm, "It's too early to say this, the first thing we need to do is find out who he is."

Heng Gu retracted his gaze, the resentment and violence in his eyes slowly faded, and he said in a low voice, "How can I find him?"

"To target a person, you can start from his appearance, or from his habits and other aspects, maybe a small detail, you can know the true identity of this person."

Linghua said, learning from the murderer's appearance, bowed her waist to gesticulate, she slashed at the air, and lowered her head to bite something.

Seeing this, Heng Gu took out a piece of ginseng cake from his baggage and dragged it with his hand to Linghua's mouth.

Linghua didn't bite, he still bent over and stood, took two steps to the left, and his expression was even more puzzled: "Why do you keep bending over?"

Heng Gu broke a piece of pastry and stuffed it into Linghua's mouth: "The murderer may be sick, and his waist is not straight."

Linghua was thinking about it and didn't notice it too much, so he chewed on what Henggu had fed. The teeth are bumped and grinded, the tongue is stirred in the mouth, and when the chewing is complete, it is swallowed in one gulp.

She nodded slowly, "It's possible, the murderer is suffering from a back disease and can't stand up straight, but when he broke the window and fled, he was athletic, not like a person with a waist disease."

"Then why didn't he stand up straight? Is it to disguise yourself?" Henggu broke off another piece of ginseng cake and sent it to Linghua's mouth.

Only then did Linghua react and eat by herself, she took the pastry with her hand, and chewed it quickly: "The information known now is still limited, and the county government may also check this line, and we will see how they progress later."

"Hmm...... It's fine." Henggu sat down unhappily and broke the ginseng cake into small pieces the size of his fingernails, and put them in his mouth one by one, "Are we going to die wherever we go? This time, I obviously came out to enjoy the mountains and rivers together."

Linghua patted him on the shoulder and was trying to comfort him, but seeing Henggu constantly eating the pastries, and the young man's obvious Adam's apple rolling, Linghua suddenly thought of something, and a slight brightness flashed in his eyes.

"Henggu, will you eat what you like and then spit it out?"

Heng Gu was stunned, and his face wrinkled again: "No, this is disgusting."

Linghua pinched Henggu's shoulder: "It can be ruled out that it is the two reasons of drinking blood and eating babies."

"What?!" Henggu stood up suddenly, covering his ears in vain, "Drinking blood? Baby-eating?! Linghua, I never listen to ghost stories."

"It's not a ghost story, it's just that the murderer didn't come for this perverted fetish." Linghua analyzed, "After the murderer bit off his neck, his face was covered in blood, but after he licked it around, he vomited the blood."

Heng Gu rubbed his chest, held back the feeling of nausea and asked, "So he doesn't like blood?"

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At least he didn't come to drink the blood of a child. If he is really a demon, drinking the blood of a child/child can help increase his cultivation, because the blood of a child/child is pure and good, which is incomparable to that of an adult."

Linghua continued, "And the baby eats ......."

Henggu took out two locks of long hair and blocked them in front of him: "Say it, I'm not afraid."

Linghua smiled slightly: "You are with me, what else is there to be afraid of."

"That's right." Henggu flicked his hair away with his fingertips, "I've seen it no matter how terrifying it is, and I'm not afraid of anything with you."

Linghua touched his head: "Eating babies is also a habit of the demon clan. When they are weak, they will seek out a natural spirit or a person with mellow flesh and blood to eat to nourish themselves.

Although infant eating is not the best among them, because it is easy to get hold of, there are not a few demons who do infant eating."

"Ke Zhen'er's body is gone, how do you know if she was not eaten by him?" Henggu wrapped up the unfinished ginseng cake, he had no appetite.

"I saw in 'Jianxin' that he climbed ashore after falling into the river, and he no longer had Zhen'er's body in his hands.

If he wants to eat the baby, he will either finish eating in Qiu Ying's sister's room, or take it home and eat alone. But he didn't, and I think he threw Zhen'er's body into the river after he fell into the water."

"Then why did he do that? Do you have a grudge against your original family?" Heng Gu pondered and meditated, but he was still very puzzled, "Also, is he a human or a demon?"

Linghua's eyes returned to the original family character map she wrote: "Whether he is a human or a demon, he still has to start from the original family."