The sandalwood was not lit in the bedroom. The sandalwood should have been ordered before, but it has been smoked for a long time, so there is still a residual sandalwood smell in the room now, but this smell is no longer enough to cover up another smell.

The smell of corpse.

Yang Jian's nose moved and his expression immediately became shaking.

The corpse is not smelly, it seems like someone died here for a few days.

But this is not consistent with common sense.

Because this place was covered with thick smoke a few days ago, no living person had entered here, and Li Leping's body was also found outside the community and had become a mummy.

The bedroom is dimly lit.

It’s not that there is no light, but that the light is blocked by some decorative red cloth strips.

And under the hanging red cloth strip, there is an old red painted wooden bed.

The wooden bed is not the modern style, but the three-sided shelf bed with a bed top.

Generally speaking, this kind of bed is only available in museums and some collectors. Of course, it is not ruled out that some antique lovers will customize such a bed at their own homes.

But no matter what, this thing is rare for ordinary people.

Because this kind of bed is just placed here, the dark tone gives people a strange feeling and makes people feel very depressed.

But there was only one person lying on such an old bed.

It was a little difficult to see clearly when I was covered in bed.

But there is no doubt that someone is lying there, no, it should be not a person, but a corpse.
Chapter completed!