"You are?"

At this time, Zhao Yun's slightly puzzled voice suddenly came from the attic.

He didn't seem to hear who was out there.

He didn't hear Yun Que's voice.

Yun Que frowned, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

"I'm Yun Que! Why, Senior Zhao forgot me so quickly. ”

As he spoke, Yun Que had slowly walked to the door of the attic and put his hand on the door of the attic.

Now, with the slightest force on his hand, the attic door would be opened in an instant, and the situation inside would be clearly displayed in front of him.

However, Yun Que didn't do this, and at this moment, he was listening intently to the voice coming from inside.

It's quiet, it's so quiet inside, not even the sound of human breathing.

Yun Que frowned, and he had already begun to have bad guesses in his heart.

But at this moment, Zhao Yun's somewhat weak voice suddenly came from inside.

"Oh, it's Yun Que! Come in. ”

"Ahem! ahem!"

As he spoke, Zhao Yun inside seemed to be affected by the injury, and couldn't help coughing violently twice.

At this moment, hearing this, Yun Que did not hesitate anymore, directly pushed the door open, and rushed in with an arrow step.

Zhao Yun may have had an accident.

This is Yun Quan's intuition, and what is terrible is that Yun Quan's intuition has never been missed.

Yun Que rushed into the attic, and the first thing he saw was Zhao Yun with his head down and sitting cross-legged on the futon.

Zhao Yun's appearance at the moment was very strange, although he was with his head down, but his eyes were wide open, and Yun Que even saw a trace of fear in his open eyes.

He seemed shocked and a little frightened.

Seeing this scene, Yun Que intuitively felt that something had happened to Zhao Yun.

However, he didn't go to check Zhao Yun's body for the first time.

Instead, his eyes scanned the attic with vigilance.

The things in the attic are neatly arranged, and there is no trace of anyone moving them.

Yun Que even saw a thin layer of dust falling on a book with a black cover on the bookshelf.

It is clear that there was no violent clash between the two sides, not even each other.

Otherwise, the books on the shelves would never have been so neat, and even the dust would not have been blown off.

The bookshelf stood not far from Zhao Yun's side, and if someone really did it here, it would definitely affect the bookshelf.

There is no doubt about that.

After looking around many times, Yun Que unfortunately didn't find any traces.

However, this does not mean that the other party really left no traces.

After all, Yun Que is not good at this kind of thing of investigating and exploring the scene.

He could only simply use his intuition and martial arts experience to find some possible clues.

This kind of technique, to be honest, is not professional, and it is difficult to gain anything.

There is a specialization in the art industry, and this is the truth.

If it was a lark here at the moment, she would definitely find something that Yun Que couldn't find.

After all, she is a professional.

It's a pity that the lark is not here, and I'm afraid that by the time she comes here, the traces left by the other party will have long disappeared.

Some evidence will stay forever, while others will only exist for a while, and if it is missed, it will be lost forever.

Call~

It wasn't until a cool breeze blew in from outside that Yun Que stepped forward, ready to check Zhao Yun's body to see if he could find anything.

Yun Que's footsteps moved slightly, and slowly came to Zhao Yun, who had his head down and his eyes open.

He couldn't be careful, but he heard Zhao Yun's voice just now.

And that voice didn't seem to be fake, it seemed to be Zhao Yun's own voice.

It's just that for some reason, Zhao Yun is obviously dead, but he can still make a voice and talk to Yun Que.

Thinking of this, Yun Que's eyes as he looked at Zhao Yun's corpse changed.

He couldn't help but feel the hairs on his back, as if someone was gently touching his back with the cold belly of his thumb.

It's cold, with a chill.

Yes~

Yun Que shivered excitedly.

"Yun Que, calm down, don't scare yourself. ”

Yun Que admonished himself in his heart.

Squeak!

"Who?!"

The bookshelf not far from Zhao Yun's side suddenly made a soft squeak.

This sudden sound directly startled Yun Que.

He dodged and jumped away from Zhao Yun, and then looked at the source of the sound with a wary expression.

The bookshelf standing not far from Zhao Yun's side.

Yun Que looked at the bookshelf with a wary face, and it wasn't until he saw the shadow of the bookshelf floating on the ground that he calmed down.

There was no one behind the shelves, otherwise there would be no shadows of bookshelves on the ground.

Thinking of this, Yun Que couldn't help but scratch his hair fiercely.

"Yun Que, when did you become so timid, with a sword in your hand, where is the momentum of the ghosts and gods to retreat. ”

Yun Que despised himself just now fiercely in his heart.

The fuss just now is like a hairy boy who has just entered the rivers and lakes, and the slightest movement has become suspicious.

Completely lost the momentum of the newborn calf who is not afraid of the tiger.

Yun Que took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled it, and calmed his mind.

Then he regained his composure.

After three or two steps, he walked in front of Zhao Yun's corpse again, Yun Que squatted down and carefully examined Zhao Yun's corpse.

But something strange happened to Yun Que.

He didn't even find a single scar from Zhao Yun's body.

Except for the traces of being injured by that sword qi in his body.

Yun Que was unable to find a trace of other scars.

Zhao Yun, Zhao Yun seems to be, as if he is dying.

As soon as this thought appeared in his mind, Yun Que felt extremely ridiculous.

How could it be possible, although Zhao Yun had been seriously injured by that sword qi before, he would never reach the point of dying at the end of his life.

What's more, Yun Que had already sucked that sword qi away for Zhao Yun.

It stands to reason that Zhao Yun's current physical condition should be very good.

In short, Zhao Yun will definitely not reach the point of dying.

Yun Que did not believe in evil and checked it again.

However, unfortunately, Yun Que still found nothing.

"Am I so incapable of investigating cases?"

Yun Que thought with some frustration.

But soon, Yun Que came out of this mood.

From just now, he seems to have forgotten a very important thing.

At this time, if someone suddenly broke in, how would he explain this scene?

Such a thought just flashed through Yun Que's mind.

Very unlucky, Yun Que heard a burst of hurried footsteps.

"Father, father, Qian Feng is here again, come out and have a look. ”

Zhao Xiangxiang's somewhat flustered voice came from outside the attic.

Obviously, the Qian Feng in her mouth gave her a lot of pressure.

This forced her to come to Zhao Yun, who was recuperating in the attic.

It's just that, unfortunately, Zhao Yun may not be able to respond to her expectations this time.

Zhao Yun is already a corpse at this moment.

The moment Yun Que heard the voice, he had already left the attic.

He couldn't let Zhao Xiangxiang see him at the scene of her father's death.

If she really saw it, then I'm afraid he really jumped into the Yellow River and couldn't wash it.

"I'm sorry, I don't know who did it, but I'll find out. ”

Yun Que hid not far from the attic, silently looking at Zhao Xiangxiang who rushed into the attic.

"Father, father?"

"Father?!"

"Ahh!!h

After a while, Zhao Xiangxiang's grief-stricken voice came from the attic.

The voice was so sad that it was like a cuckoo crying blood, making the listeners sad and the listeners weeping.

(End of chapter)