Qiao Du could feel that the smell seemed to be coming from downstairs, and he walked along the damp traces, glancing at the mahjong family next door, who were staring at Qiao Dui, their hands still stagnant.

"He's happy in his senior year."

Qiao Dui's eyes were good, and out of kindness, he reminded the others.

Suddenly, the eyes of the other three turned to the man with their backs to Qiao Dui.

Qiao Duan smiled with satisfaction, hiding his merit and fame.

Walking quickly downstairs, he had just turned the corner when he saw a foot in the hallway.

The slippers fell because of the struggle, and the feet drooped on the ground, and continued to go up, the legs that belonged to the girl, jeans, a thin green sweatshirt, and a face as white as ashes.

It was the girl living in room 403.

Qiao Dui sank down, and he climbed the stairs to get close to the corpse of the girl who had lost her breath.

"She was dead before the fire? Was this fire meant to cover it up? ”

Qiao Du quickly thought of some scenes in mystery novels, in order to cover up the killing of a person, he simply set fire to the entire building, fished in troubled waters, and crossed the sea from the sky.

He crouched down.

The girl's originally black and shiny hair was scattered on the ground at this moment, and from the back of her head, blood with a faint fishy smell gradually seeped out, winding on the rotten and musty floor, and words more vivid than this dripping blood appeared in Qiao Dui's vision.

[This is just the beginning, you know, more terrible things are yet to come, such as ...... The one behind you! 】

Qiao Twilight immediately got up and turned back, and out of the corner of his eye, he only caught a glimpse of a figure burrowing into the open room of Room 403, very blurry, like a cloud of smoke.

"Who?"

He looked into the dark room.

The layout of this house is similar to Qiao Dui's one, there is no light on inside, and you can't see your fingers.

Qiao Twilight shook the flashlight and turned it on, and the orange-yellow light illuminated the cramped living room and kitchen counter, spotless, clean, and very particular about the owner.

Tick –

The faucet in the restroom didn't seem to be tightened, and sticky droplets of water fell into the pool with a low, muffled sound.

He reached out and pressed the light in the living room, and found that the switch seemed to be broken and did not respond.

Walking forward, the bedroom door was not closed, but the curtains of the balcony were closed, and there was a faint light in it, red and really mad.

Qiao Du faintly heard some sounds coming from the bedroom, and he held up his flashlight to illuminate it.

Beds, tables, chairs, cabinets, ordinary.

There are only some dark yellow papers on the table, like Taoist drawings, as well as red candles, porcelain plates, matches, etc., which are not like the utensils that a girl of this age should use, except for a notebook with a sense of age, lying quietly on the table.

He saw that the red light came from the candle that was about to break down next to the wardrobe and plugged in front of a Buddhist altar, but the Buddhist altar was empty, there was no Buddha statue, only a little dust outlined a hazy trace, extending towards the outside of the Buddhist altar, as if it were ...... The things on it have a will of their own, and little by little they crawl out.

The traces disappeared after leaving the shrine.

Twilight looked in the direction where the mark had disappeared and saw that it was heading towards the bed.

The bed was clean and tidy, and the sheets were not wrinkled, as if no one had ever slept on them.

It's just that under the bed frame, under the curtain of the sheets, something seems to be flashing.

Qiao Dui's flashlight shone over, and she saw that the draped sheets seemed to hide something.

He leaned closer, holding the bed in one hand and a flashlight in the other, looking down there.

There was indeed something under the bed.

The thing gradually appeared as Qiao Du crouched.

It is a ceramic bowl with a simple pattern.

In the bowl, there are some white grains of rice.

Qiao Twilight reached out and tried to take the bowl out.

But when he touched the mouth of the bowl and tried to pick it up, it felt as if the bowl was firmly grasped by another force, and it was difficult to move.

It was as if another hand was snatching Qiao Twilight from the direction under the bed.

Qiao Du relaxed slightly, and took advantage of the fact that the "other party" was not paying attention, and suddenly exerted force.

This time, the bowl was taken out, and some grains of rice were spilled on the floor with a crisp sound.

"Raw?"

Qiao Du took a closer look with a flashlight and found that the bowl was full of raw rice grains, and in addition to that, there were some dark yellow translucent coagulated grease.

It's wax.

The wax oil from the burning and dripping of the candle was mixed with the raw rice, and even spilled the wall of the bowl, flowing to the bottom of the bowl, and sticking to the floor under the bed, which was why Qiao Du couldn't easily pick it up just now.

[A bowl of raw rice, I don't recommend you to taste it, because the guy who actually eats it is still hungry, and you don't want to be a snack tonight, right?] 】

From between the raw rice and the wax, dark red words emerged.

Qiao Du stared at the words.

Suddenly, a shallow inhalation sound came from behind Qiao Dui.

He immediately turned around and found a woman squatting in the corner of the altar and wardrobe.

The woman's face was pale, her lips were bitten by her own teeth, she trembled, she curled up, her eyes unfocused, only whispering something constantly.

It's Xiaoyan.

Qiao Du recognized the other party at a glance.

Just, why is she here?

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry......"

The woman, who had been dressed up in fancy clothes, was now only repeating this sentence in her mouth, and her mental state was not very stable, as if she had seen something extremely terrifying and shocking to her heart.

"The girl who lives here is dead, do you know who the murderer is?"

Qiao Du put the bowl of rice on the table and tried to ask.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry......"

Xiao Yan seems to have become a repeater, and will only repeat this sentence.

[She is not innocent, when a crime occurs, some people carry a knife to violence, some people watch coldly, and some people applaud, they are all perpetrators! 】

The crimson text was like a poisonous snake, slowly winding along the arm of the little swallow.

"You killed her."

Qiao Du replaced it with an affirmative sentence.

“...... It's all his fault! ”

When Xiao Yan heard Qiao Dui's words, her bloodshot eyes suddenly widened, and she said in fear.

"Him?"

Qiao Dui's flashlight hit the other party's face, reflecting panic, fear, and madness.

"I didn't want to do that, I didn't want to do that, I just wondered why she lived here, why did she ......"

Xiao Yan was a little incoherent, and soon, she hugged her head again, as if there was some terrible sound in her ears, so that she did not dare to listen.

Qiao Du didn't waste time with Xiaoyan, but turned her gaze to the notebook on the desktop.

According to his common sense.

Serious people don't keep a diary.

There must be something strange about this notebook appearing here.

He picked it up, it was a style from about thirty years ago, and the text on the cover was upright, conspicuous, and had a strong sense of age, probably the kind used by the youth in the countryside.

Flipping through it, Qiao Du saw the text on the first page.

"Grandpa told me that as long as my sister is fed, then she will protect me and prevent others from bullying me."

"But I know that grandpa is lying to me."

"Because my sister is just a jar of ashes."

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