Countless images flashed in front of his eyes, and the sharp pain in his heart could not be ignored, only to see Leonid's mouth open and close, but what he said specifically, but he could not hear clearly, as if he had fallen into the abyss of the sea, and only heard the fluctuations of the rain.

Suddenly, the picture slows down, like in slow motion in a movie, all the movements become frame-by-frame, consciousness seems to be out of the body, and everything becomes uncontrollable.

But at first, he didn't see anything, except that the floor under his feet seemed to suddenly shatter, and he couldn't stop falling, and then he seemed to see, and the blazing flames spread towards him, reflected in the drops of water, and kept moving forward, illuminating everything around him.

There seemed to be a figure pierced through it, the sound of an iron plate striking the body of the gun, and he heard a strange and familiar voice say to him:

"Why help them? 00174。 ”

Those crazy eyes slowly opened, taking the place of the moon, hanging high in the sky, looking down at the Duanting Mansion.

For some reason, his breathing became heavy, and an unspeakable pain swept through his body, as if all the oxygen in his body had been drained, it was a drowning dead, it was a charred corpse.

Click-

The sound of the mechanical clock sounded in his ears, and the normal picture unfolded in front of Jiang Chenchuan's eyes almost instantly, and the fate of the deviation seemed to have suddenly turned back to the right track, under the same corridor, three or four overlapping different scenes appeared in front of him at the same time, and the weirdness of the double image made Jiang Chenchuan quickly close his eyes, and after a while, he felt that he was stable, and then he opened his eyes again.

Yes, he seems to have come back to life, but something is different.

If I had to describe it, it was like getting lighter, moving faster, throwing punches without strength, lowering my head, and seeing the dark red carpet through my own hands.

It worked?

"It's ...... Did it work? ”

Chu Dong was a little puzzled, just now, she seemed to see Jiang Chenchuan's figure, but in the next second, it disappeared again.

"It should ...... It worked. ”

Leonid was also not sure, the huge clock behind him was still rotating normally, indicating that the power of the pocket watch had indeed worked, Jiang Chenchuan's body fell to the ground softly, looking like it was silent.

"But...... If Mr. Ewell's soul is in a state of mind, why can't I see him? ”

This is also where Leonid feels strange, even he can't see Jiang Chenchuan's existence, and can only feel the general direction of his existence through the fluctuation of power.

A vague figure walked past Leonid's side, it should be Jiang Chenchuan's soul, and he began to ...... It's time to act.

Jiang Chenchuan was finally able to understand why Leonid could move freely in the dark, and did not need a light source, the perspective of the spirit body was different from that of humans, the darkness was still there, but he could see what was in front of him.

He could see the pocket watch floating in the air, but he couldn't see Leonid and Hatsu Winter, and after the first attempt to touch the watch, the scene in front of him seemed to change, the mansion was still the same, and the surrounding decorations were somewhat different.

Turning his head and looking out the window, the torrential rain was still there, and the area that extended out was not bright at all, and the range of perception with the spirit body was also very limited, so it could be roughly inferred that Jiang Chenchuan was currently in the scene of recollection.

According to Leonid, there are five time nodes in the Duanting Mansion at the same time, so he must understand the stories that occur in each of these five worlds in order to find the source that can distort time.

"So...... Now, what are the worlds? ”

Touching the pocket watch for the second time, the clear sound of rain in his ears stopped, and when he no longer needed to use the lantern, the scene in front of him also made Jiang Chenchuan a little frightened.

Even the ceiling was splattered with blood, vases were smashed to the floor, chairs were broken legs and piled up in the corners of the hallways, and broken door panels occasionally creaked and crumbled.

On the second floor alone, Jiang Chenchuan found the bodies of three teenagers and girls, the first one closest to him was pasted on the wall, with iron chains tied to his body, connected to the dagger inserted into his chest, just from the state of the corpse, there were many bruises on the body and face, and the one on the chest should be a fatal wound.

If he knew, he would be able to call the boy's name, which was Leon.

The second would be further away, found in an open bedroom, a young girl, with few other injuries on her body, and a bruise-purple neck that would indicate death from suffocation.

The third corpse was at the corner of the staircase, and the knight's armor, apparently the one Leonid was talking about, pierced by a long sword, and it was preliminarily inferred from the corpse's movements at the time of its death that it must have been an accident while fleeing.

Jiang Chenchuan couldn't touch these corpses, so he could only speculate about what they had experienced in their lives based on their observations from different angles.

I have to say that the identity of a detective brings him too many benefits, and he will subconsciously deduce the crime scene according to different scenes. 鍶曞掱機鍴樶赽https://?/a>?i/z/w/wc/o/

This should be a skill that most detectives have, and that is empathy...... If I were a murderer, what would I do, why did I kill like this, and what would I do next.

Fortunately, the ghost-like body doesn't seem to have much restraint, even if it's a locked room, he can walk through it at will, except that he can't leave the mansion itself, he seems to be able to go anywhere.

The fourth corpse, found in the corridor on the third floor, could be seen as soon as you went upstairs, only the body was lying upright, but the head on the neck was missing.

"What kind of power ......?"

To be able to cause such a rough section, Jiang Chenchuan squatted down, and only after observing it closely, could he determine that the age of the fourth deceased was not very old, and it should be a male of the same age as the three corpses downstairs.

According to normal people's thinking, they should have entered the Western-style pavilion on the same night and knew each other.

But it's strange why everyone else died on the second floor, only this headless teenager died on the third floor.

Moreover, it is obvious that the death on the third floor will be more bloody and cruel than the death on the second floor.

Jiang Chenchuan still needed more clues to support his inference, so he walked around the upstairs, looked at every room, and didn't find any useful clues.

He could only go all the way down, and finally, Jiang Chenchuan found a newspaper marked with the date in the housekeeper's room with the door closed on the first floor, which was thrown on the table at random, and the dust accumulated around it looked like no one had cleaned it for a long time.

"Northern Calendar...... Wait, just a few days ago? ”

If it is more accurate, it is the day before the early winter came to the Duanting Mansion, and the poor boys and girls stayed in the night forever.

Before and after,

It's only a day!

Volume I.

The first chapter of the night: sonata.

……

Autumn 2022.

A drizzle of rain fell from the grey sky and fluttered down the city streets.

It's autumn, and from time to time you can see pedestrians who don't have umbrellas, hurrying by with their hands on the top of their heads.

In the narrow military-civilian alley, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy was sitting opposite an old man under the canopy next to the supermarket commissary.

The whole world outside the canopy is gray, the ground has been stained with rain and turned light black, only the ground under the canopy still has a dry area, as if the whole world is only left with this pure land.

In front of them was a dilapidated wooden chessboard with a red 'Fulai Supermarket' sign overhead.

"General," the young man stood up after speaking, leaving the old man with thinning hair to sit still.

The young man Qingchen glanced at the other party and said calmly: "Don't struggle." ”

"I can still ......," the old man said unwillingly, "It's only thirteen steps......

In his words, the old man felt a little embarrassed that he had lost his armor in thirteen steps.

Qingchen didn't explain anything, the chessboard was already deadly, and it was the last moment of the poor dagger.

The young man had a clean face and clear eyes, just sitting there in a plain school uniform, as if he had purified the world around him.

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The old man threw the chess pieces he had raised in his hand onto the chessboard, and the abandoned pawn admitted defeat.

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