readx;? But no matter how fast his people are, they are not as fast as the murderer. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info(.) The murderer seems to be just like the innkeeper shouts, not a human, but a ghost.

But the ghost will never stab a person's throat when they are screaming.

He heard the sound of opening when he came in, and now he heard the sound of closing again.

The most common opening and closing sounds are opening and closing doors, opening and closing windows.

And now, he came in through the door, so the sound of opening would never be an open door, but only a window.

The kitchen window was indeed open, and it definitely didn't take long, and the swaying window spoke for itself. Of course, it could also be the wind, and tonight the wind never stopped, dancing with the willow branches. But the wind was blowing in from the lobby, pouring in through the door, and it only blew the windows out, and now, the windows were bouncing back.

Then the murderer must have opened the window too violently, causing the pane to bounce back.

He swept out of the half-open window, and the moment he jumped out, he heard the sound of opening and closing again. Arriving in the backyard and standing still, he also heard the sound of opening and closing.

A total of three successive on/off sounds.

The moon had broken free from the clouds, casting a silver glow that allowed him to see everything around him.

So what is the first time it is closed, it is good to confirm, close the window.

When Wu Xingyi carried Bian Laosan's body back, he stinked all the guests. The innkeeper hysterically asked the shopkeeper to open all the windows. Later, Lu Qinghou's people killed, and the shopkeeper, the cook, the bookkeeper and others all fled.

This row of rooms should be the number of rooms, except for the third room of the sky, all the windows of the rooms should be open.

But in one room, the windows were closed, and the murderer habitually closed the windows. The kitchen window, he didn't have time to close, Feng Qin arrived. If the window is closed, it will remind Feng Qin that the murderer has run away from here. A window is no different from a piece of paper for a good player.

Without closing the window, Feng Qin would be stunned when he saw the dead innkeeper and went to check, and the effort of checking provided time for the murderer to escape.

But the killer also made a mistake, and when there was enough time, he closed the window instead.

The killer escaped from the second-floor hut with the windows closed, then opened and closed the door, and then opened and closed the door again.

When he heard the third sound of the door opening and closing, Feng Qin quickly walked through the window, returned to the kitchen, and went straight to the outside of the lobby.

The outside of the inn is still riddled with holes, and the places where the moonlight does not shine have become deep pits. It was surprisingly empty.

Someone broke the silence, and a figure caged in a black robe, with a rat head and a rat brain, tiptoed in after looking into the courtyard.

Feng Qin's eyes froze, his brows furrowed, Feng Xiaojian groaned lightly, and the whole person rushed over like the wind.

The man was startled, clenched his hands, and hazy water vapor appeared around his body, forming a transparent white light mask.

Feng Qin felt that Feng Xiao's sword was stagnant, and he added force, and Feng Xiao's sword was close to the other party's skin, and there were faint traces of blood, and it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

He has affirmed that the other party is not the murderer, the murderer will never rush back at this time, and more importantly, the murderer's body and martial arts will definitely not be like this.

Zhang Liang pulled off his veil, quite depressed and indignant, "It's me, what are you crazy about?"

The murderer may have fled from the front yard, or he may have opened the door of a house and lurked in the room, and when he reached the front yard, he fled from the backyard, or he did not flee and lurked in the inn, ready to make a move.

If he is still there, he must find out, the enemy lurking in the shadows is too terrifying, and it is definitely a hundred times more difficult to deal with than Zhang Liang.

Feng Qin definitely didn't have a good eye on Zhang Liang, put his sword into the sheath, ignored it, and walked towards the upper hall.

"You, just stay here, don't move. ”

The little lazy fell into a deep sleep, he didn't even have the ability to cast illusions, so he had to stay here.

Feng Qin walked to the court, he walked very slowly, if the enemy was still there, he had to be cautious, but now, he was not in a hurry.

He carefully observed everything around him, and in the corridor, the incense was still smoking, and the strong smell of corpses was still unpleasant, and it did not hide much.

He pushed open the door of the seventh room, the window opened, and after a search, there was no clue.

Then Tianzi No. 1 room, the result is the same.

When he reached the door of the third room, the incense he had lit was kicked to the ground, and a little smoke was emitted. The murderer escaped from this room, and if nothing else, the windows of this room should be closed.

But to his surprise, when he opened the door, he saw the window open.

Switch, switch, switch, when to open again, to open this window, isn't it, there must be other switch actions. Could it be that the murderer has been opening the door of the No. 3 room and opening and closing it twice, thus confusing him.

But when he thought of another possibility, he couldn't help but be angry.

When he was dealing with Zhang Liang, he missed the rest of the switch. This man is like a broom star, not only poisoning them, but also causing him to lose the murderer.

No matter how angry he is, it has no effect at this time, he has always been very calm, at least much calmer than Leng Laoba.

He pushed open the door of the third room in Tianzi, Yan Jiu was still lying on his back on the floor, and the dark body of the third man was resting on the **. He endured the stench and searched again, and everything was as usual.

He always had a beginning and an end in his work, and he searched all the rooms, but there were still no clues. The enemy seemed to have escaped through the window of the third room in the ground, just at the moment when he restrained Zhang Liang.

He went back to the kitchen and looked through the innkeeper's body. The two holes in his throat were fatal wounds, and when he died, he covered his throat with his hand, and how could his hand stop the blood from flowing out.

Feng Qin moved his hand away, and the hole went through the throat completely. Lock throat finger, extremely ruthless martial arts on the rivers and lakes, the index finger and middle finger are as sharp as fine iron, and they can wear gold cracked stones. Its energy runs directly through the throat, and when the finger is pulled out, the blood has not yet flowed.

In the rivers and lakes, there are not many masters who know how to finger skills, such as King Kong Finger, Qingtian Finger, Volley Finger, Huaiyin Finger, Tenderness Finger and so on.

And the master who is proficient in locking the throat finger seems to have not appeared for a long time, and it is impossible to deduce who the murderer is.

He suddenly felt a little sad, and he had advised the innkeeper to look away, maybe today's losses could be doubled in the future. But when a person dies, nothing can be replaced. Life is gone, and other things, no matter how precious they are, have no meaning.

It is human life that is despised by the upper class, but for people themselves, without life, many things have no meaning, thoughts, wealth, expectations, love, happiness・・・・・・ some things are more precious than life, and some great people will give up their lives for them. But life should be noble, not so despised and died. (To be continued.) )