With the faint light of the candle, Jian Yan could barely see the surrounding environment clearly:
In front of the scattered chairs is a huge mahogany round table with a radius of more than one meter.
There were a few candles stuck crookedly on the floor around the round table. Those candles were swaying, creating the illusion of the dancing firelight just now.
Judging from the large number of chairs and the remaining fruit plates on the table, this is probably the dining table of this family.
I briefly glanced at the candles on the ground. There were five candles in total, placed on the floor around the round table. The wax oil at the bottom had solidified. It seemed that they had been placed here for a long time.
Not only that, the distance between the candles is also exactly the same. They form a circle around the table, and there is almost no error in the specific value of the distance.
Candles, circular, equidistant discharge...
With so many elements, it's hard not to think of some kind of cult ritual.
The weird smell of blood still hasn't dissipated, and as Jian Yi gets closer, the rotten smell becomes stronger.
His sense of smell told him that the source of the smell was around the round table.
There was only an empty fruit plate on the table, so it couldn't be the source of the bloody smell.
Then there is one more possible item.
A disgusting suspicion emerged in his mind: candles.
He simply leaned down, stretched out his right index finger, and lightly scratched the candle.
It feels smooth to the touch, with a little warmth, coupled with the obvious fragrance of wood wax oil plant raw materials. Although it feels a bit weird, it is still different from things like flesh and blood and corpse oil.
"It's not as disgusting as I thought." Jian Yan retracted her index finger, with a hint of regret in her tone.
He clapped his hands, and just as he was about to stand up, he saw something under the tablecloth shining strangely in the darkness.
That's...
He quickly and easily lifted the tablecloth, and the light of the candle shone on the thing, allowing him to see it clearly.
A girl wearing red clothes and long black hair, less than 1.6 meters tall, was lying on the ground and looking at him with a smile.
The thing that "glowed" just now was her eyeball.
"Master... what is this?" After several waves of fright, Zhao Zichao finally calmed down a bit. Although the scene in front of him was very shocking, he did not tremble with fear like before.
Jian Yi's expression didn't change much. As a horror movie lover, his first reaction when he saw this scene was not "It's so scary. I want to go home." It was "The plot of the murderer and the long-haired female ghost is so cliché.
The Shining is all worn out."
He completely took off the tablecloth and said to Zhao Zichao concisely and concisely: "You two come here, this scene... is a bit exciting."
…
"Sister, are you still alive?" Jian Yi knocked on the floor and asked teasingly, "Can you make a sound?"
Of course, it is impossible for a dead person to remain silent.
Although she didn't get a reply, Jian Jian still didn't give up: "Look, we came here with good intentions to investigate the cause of your death. You must give some hints."
The girl's cold body was frozen in place, not looking like she wanted to talk to him at all.
"How long has he been like this?" Lin Xi pointed at Jian Jian, who was squatting on the ground and chatting passionately with the corpse, "for you to go crazy after just looking at him for a while?"
Zhao Zichao grimaced: "I don't know either, we suddenly started chatting, and there was a burst of output to the corpse..."
Although this kind of thing seems strange, when it happened to Jian Yi, it can only be said that there is no sense of violation.
"Tsk, you're lying here to give me face, and I'm talking to you to give you face! Don't be disrespectful." Jian Yi looked at the corpse and muttered to herself. Seeing that she ignored her, she suddenly
Stand up.
"Master, we can leave now..."
"Xiao Zhao, find me a knife," Jian Yi said suddenly and viciously, "I'll teach you how to draw the human body structure."
As soon as he finished speaking, the candles around the round table suddenly burst into dazzling light, and the bright fire seemed to threaten him: If you dare to touch, I will burn them.
"What's going on!" Although Zhao Zichao was startled, he wasn't too scared because the ghost was impatient to be talked about by a normal person. This was the first time...
Jian Yi put his hands in his pockets, obviously giving up his previous idea: "There is indeed something extraordinary, and it's not in vain that I talked nonsense for a long time..."
Of course he didn't expect the girl to suddenly jump up angrily, slap him in the face and call him "bastard".
But if this trick really works, it can at least explain one problem:
The ghost in this villa cares about the integrity of the body.
Taking advantage of the brief moment of talking to himself, Lin Xi walked around the table and then made a decision: move the table.
Moving the corpse is likely to cause some unknown danger. If you want to get clues from her, you can only clear the obstacles blocking the view.
So Jian Jian did not object to her approach. He nodded in agreement, then stood aside and continued to mutter: "Come on, come on..."
It's like an audience watching the tug-of-war without taking it too seriously.
"Master, please come and help me!" Zhao Zichao raised one side of the table and complained loudly: "You are too lazy!"
After all, Jian Jian is a late-stage lazy cancer patient who is too lazy to even play games, so how could he take the initiative to ask to be a coolie?
If the matter does not concern oneself, one will ignore it; if it does not concern oneself, one will not bother to deal with it.
Although they said that, the weight of the table was actually not as heavy as they thought. The density of the round table was so small that it was more than enough for one person to move it.
After removing the table, the girl's body was exposed in front of their eyes.
She wears a blue blouse on her upper body and a black skirt on her lower body, which almost exactly matches the image of a progressive young man depicted in history textbooks.
Lin Xi squatted on the ground and inspected the details on the girl's clothes. She moved her gaze to the yellow logo on the girl's shoulder: "This...is this the school emblem?"
With the faint candle light, Jian Yan could barely see clearly the small words embroidered on the school badge: Liteng Girls' School.
[Name: Blood-stained Old School Uniform]
[Type: Other]
[Quality: garbage]
[Function: The old school uniform of Rito Women’s College, which is relatively well preserved]
[Can the script be brought out: Yes]
[Note: As long as they are not perverts, I believe no one will notice the "can bring out the script" above]
"Really? Then I still want to..."
"Stop, Master, this is a crime!" Zhao Zichao hurriedly stopped Jian Yi's crazy thoughts. He knew his master too well and would do anything to find clues.
Not to mention taking off a piece of clothing, he could even perform an autopsy on the body on the spot.
The candlelight flickered, and the girl still had a stiff smile on her face.
Her eyes were wide open, and she seemed to be staring at someone intently.
