"No, don't kill me..." The man was no longer as crazy as before. Although he calmed down, he was still trembling with fear.
Are you begging for mercy?
What's going on?
Jian Yan stood there and looked at the man without saying a word, while the man lay on the ground and kept saying words of begging for mercy, even closing his eyes and waiting for death.
He glanced at Jian Yi in fear.
He glanced again.
Take another look.
The originally eerie and terrifying atmosphere collapsed and fell into pieces under his confusing human behavior.
"Uh..." Jian Yi wanted to say something, but she swallowed the words that came to her lips.
Since a man dares to peek, it shows that he is not afraid of simplicity itself.
The man smelled very strongly of alcohol, and he was obviously the owner of the bedroom just now, but who it was... was unknown for the time being.
Because more than 70 years have passed, even the witnesses of the murder would have been dead long ago.
Jian Yi was hatching an extremely despicable and shameless plan in her mind: to use the trick to deceive him first.
Seeing that Jian Yi didn't make a move for a long time, the man dared to raise his head.
At this time, Jian Yi finally saw the man's appearance clearly: his upper eyes were slightly drooped, which was obviously a sign of sleepiness, the corners of his eyes were full of wrinkles, and his fat face was covered with age spots.
The short, stiff mustache and narrowed eyes on his face revealed a hint of shrewdness.
Just looking at his face, this man does look like a wealthy landlord.
"Who are you?" After confirming that Jian Yan had no desire to attack, the old man seemed to have found a life-saving straw and asked overjoyed, "Are you from outside..."
"Qianluo Mountain God is here, do you know your sin!" When the man wasn't paying attention, he simply covered his face with the divine mask, releasing a trace of coercion.
This is his plan - to pretend to be a ghost.
Although this is a derogatory term, for the current situation, this is the best policy among the best.
Using wisdom to deceive ignorance is despicable and practical.
Lying is a bad trick, but it works very well in most cases.
Especially when facing someone with a secret.
"Mountain, mountain god..." The man seemed to have thought of something and was stunned for a few seconds. Suddenly his face changed drastically, and his trembling voice revealed his fear: "You, you are here..."
It was just a pretense, and there was such a big reaction?
Jian Yan narrowed his eyes and said nothing.
It seems that this scam has indeed revealed a big secret.
People who are okay in their hearts will not respond to all kinds of questioning; if they are harboring evil intentions, the slightest probing will reveal their flaws.
"I was wrong, I was wrong... I shouldn't have believed that liar," in just one minute, the man's emotions collapsed several times, and the hysterical voice irritated Jian Jian's eardrums, "I shouldn't have, I shouldn't... Nan
I didn't kill Nan, it wasn't..."
"This is a bit exciting..." Jian Yi silently plugged her ears and speculated on the man's identity.
He didn't even ask anything, and the other party just blew himself up, and the amount of information was unusually large.
This situation was a bit beyond his expectations.
Directly linked to the murder, living in the master bedroom...
So many clues point to one person - the "master" in the villa, Ye Wuchen.
How could he live to this day, 70 years later, and still look the same as a person in his 50s or 60s?
Before he could even ask a simple question, the man knelt down on the ground tremblingly, and said tremblingly: "May the immortal save my life, and I will act like a cow and a horse afterwards, and I will follow your lead!"
Seeing that Jian Yi did not answer, he continued to close the relationship with the mountain god without daring to raise his head: "Your statue has been enshrined in the courtyard, and the incense has not stopped over the years. Please save me from the immortal!"
When people are in extreme despair, they will have inexplicable trust in supernatural things.
Take advantage of this to gradually break down his psychological defenses.
"Oh? Tell me, why do you need me to take action?" Jian Yi listened to his plea for help with great interest. As expected, it is easier to get things done when you are wearing someone else's vest.
"My name is Ye Wuchen, and I am the original owner of this house. To be honest, I am trapped here..." At this point, the man paused for a moment, with a few tears hanging on his face. He was so excited that he didn't know what to say.
.
He twirled his fingers and shouted with a cry: "It's already seventy, it's been seventy years, and it's all on this day!"
Seventy years...
Jian Yi subconsciously touched his chin: he was indeed a survivor of the murder.
But how do you explain what he said, "It's all this day"?
On the surface, he didn't show any emotion, but in his heart he had already begun to figure out the man's role in the murder.
Ye Nanan's body was under the dining table, and it was obviously a strange cult sacrifice ceremony. This could completely explain one thing - her death had the tacit approval of most people, so it could be carried out so openly.
It has nothing to do with Ye Wuchen.
But he must not ask directly - gods appear as omniscient. Although Ye Wuchen is a superstitious person from various indications, if he makes the other party doubt his identity because of his rashness, it is stealing.
If the chicken fails, the rice will be wasted.
Meet his request first, and talk about the rest later.
"In that case, why are you trapped here?" Jian Yi asked with a hint of drama, "Could it be that you have done all kinds of evil..."
"I didn't, I didn't!"
Hearing Jian Jian's question, Ye Wuchen quickly waved his hand: "Oh, I don't know why I believed in that doctor's lies. It has been more than seventy years... I can't get out!"
Jian Jian struck while the iron was hot and continued to bluff: "When you killed that girl, why didn't you think about what would happen today!"
"I didn't kill her!" Ye Wuchen defended in horror, "I don't know, I didn't do it..."
He swallowed and gestured hurriedly: "They say that the treatment requires the blood of blood relatives of the same generation. Anyway, she is about to die. I didn't do it, I didn't do it!"
Hearing this, Jian Yi basically made up his mind: the doctor's so-called medicine to cure the disease is actually human blood, which is quite similar to the previous script.
It's just that the vaccine in the last script can really cure diseases, and the human blood this time may be just a pretense to deceive.
"It's really not me who killed her, it was -"
Before he finished speaking, Ye Wuchen's throat seemed to be strangled, his voice stopped suddenly, and his hands kept flapping, like a drowning dog.
For a moment, several expressions such as fear and resentment appeared on his face: "Retribution, retribution... come to me, it's over, the immortal... save me!"
The situation was so sudden that there was no chance for a simple reaction.
He quickly stretched out his hand, and before he could touch Ye Wuchen, the latter's face suddenly began to age. Countless wrinkles climbed onto his face, distorting his expression until it was blurry. Even his clothes were visible to the naked eye.
It shattered at such a speed that only scraps of cloth remained.
In just three seconds, Ye Wuchen's body was completely wiped out, leaving only pieces of clothing on the ground.
