The beater turned his cheek stiffly, looked at the house to his left, and took a few steps back with a shaky leg.

"Zi~quack~" is another sound, like a long, sharp nail, constantly scratching the sound of the door.

The watchman trembled his legs, and saw the plaque hanging in front of the house clearly by the moonlight.

I saw a rectangular plaque hanging above the dark house, and the two big characters of Yizhuang broke into his sight without warning.

"Bang dang!" The guy who couldn't care about eating was weak and couldn't get up, so he crawled forward hand and foot, and screamed even more in his mouth.

"Squeak~" accompanied by the sound of the wooden door being opened, a terrible scream sounded in the middle of the night.

After a few moments, it was dead silence again.

In the night breeze, a thick stream of blood stained the bright white roses that bloomed under the inner corner of the village, and the dazzling red color was particularly dazzling on the white petals.

——

When Shi Yi, who was half-covered, arrived at the scene, the prefect was doing the finishing work, the scene was a mess, blood was splashed everywhere, on the ground, on the black lacquered coffin, on the wall, everywhere was splashed with blood, which looked terrifying and abnormal.

Only the surrounding white roses bloom extremely bright and dazzling, and the flowers are snow-white and bright, attracting people's attention.

This is one of the most miserable deaths in the past few days.

All that's left is a pile of slag.

Shi Yi approached, the white rose swayed in the wind, as if beckoning to her, suddenly her eyes froze, the white petals, as if with a thin line of red marks, through a square scarf, the juice of the petals, turned out to be red......

Looking at the blood pasted here and there, a terrifying thought formed in Shi Yi's mind.

When he got up, the body had already been carried away, and the yamen had no choice but to find other clues and hastily close the case.

When Yi walked out of the door, she was greeted by a pair of shiny eyes, staring straight at her, just quietly, gathered in groups of three or five, staring at her.

Shi Yi: "......" seemed to be so polite that she had goosebumps.

——

Game 8 day.

It's still a sunny day, the wind is beautiful, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, it seems to be a good day to go out and play.

But on the spacious street, there is no shadow of a single person.

At the same time, the death toll skyrocketed, reaching three hundred and eighty-three on the register alone.

The people hid in their homes and shivered, and even began to pray to the gods and Buddhas.

Pray that the gods will appear to bless you and bless those close to you to be safe.

But apparently this is useless.

The number of unprovoked deaths continues to increase exponentially.

An atmosphere of fear and oppression enveloped the whole of Kyoto.

Those who were interested even realized that this terrible death seemed to only happen in Kyoto, so those who were alert to this point began to pack up their things and flee with their families.

——

Late at night on the eighth day of the game.

In the room next door to Yizhuang, he was staying up all night to check the body.

In order to figure out this matter, the pressure from above made them who were temporarily recruited more than capable of doing so, so they could only conduct autopsies day and night, just to find a result.

Today, almost all of Kyoto's work has been concentrated here.

Every day, they do the closest thing to the deceased, and they are also very panicked, for fear that the next one will be their turn.

"Hurry up, three more bodies have been sent outside, all of them are more representative, we have to speed up our actions, otherwise the prefect will come to ask, and no one can afford it!" The head of the house is a man over fifty years old, and he is the most qualified person here, but at this time, he is also frowning and worried.

The pressure is indeed very high, and some have not slept well for several days, and they are in high tension every day.

A small man standing in the far corner of the room, clenched the knife in his hand, and pulled the white cloth again and again to cover half of the corpse, his eyes were bloodshot, and his heart was full of anger.

venting his own dissatisfaction and resentment can only be like this.

But he didn't notice that the abused corpse, the palm of the hand placed on one side, moved slightly.