Dazzling flashlights kept flashing on the ancient walls.
"what's the situation."
Detective Pirit stood not far away and asked the forensic doctor while glancing at the corpse in the corner.
As a police detective in the old city for thirty years, this was the first time for Pirit to see such a badly damaged body.
"The body was highly decomposed and had been dead for at least a week. However, the burning was not the cause of death, but occurred after death. Even judging from the freshness of the ash, it seemed more like it had happened last night."
Destroy corpses and eliminate traces!
After hearing what the forensic doctor said, Detective Pirit immediately came up with the most likely conclusion in his mind.
At this time, the forensic doctor looked at the report in his hand and continued: "It's strange that his steps were severely worn, and even the bones in some places were dislocated. With such injuries, he would be in pain every step he took. The murderer seemed to have tortured him.
"
The forensic doctor stated his inference as much as possible.
But there are still many details that cannot withstand scrutiny.
In such a hot weather, the body was already highly decomposed, and it was impossible to hide it for such a long time in a densely populated old city.
The deceased's ankles and toes were severely worn and twisted.
This is possible only if the deceased goes on a rampage for a long time without stopping.
If there was such a big space, why didn’t the deceased choose to escape?
What caused the surface of the corpse to be quickly burned into carbon residue? There are no clues here at all.
Detective Pirit was also confused by these detailed issues.
At this time, a black hover car ignored the blockade and broke directly into Pirit's sight.
Two men got out of the car and walked towards Pirit.
"According to the alliance convention, this case will now be taken over by our Ghost Exorcist Guild."
The middle-aged man with a beard took out the paper notification letter and placed it in front of Pirit.
………………
A street on the other side of the old city.
Two freshly fried dough sticks.
Golden and crispy on the outside, soft and waxy on the inside.
The spicy and sticky spicy spicy soup hits your mouth.
It is undoubtedly the best explanation for myself who is hungry in the morning.
Ding Xiaoyi ate with gusto, and his tense heart gradually calmed down under the comfort of the delicious food.
It has to be said that during the great turmoil a hundred years ago, too many historical civilizations disappeared inexplicably.
The alliance reorganized human civilization and eliminated the barriers of national boundaries and skin color.
This process did not happen in one day. It also required the hard work of many predecessors to achieve today's situation.
For this reason, many cultural inheritances have been lost in this process.
But even that initial chaos wasn't even part of the turmoil of the league's history.
The Chinese people still use their wisdom and diligence to preserve their own unique food culture.
Just like this food called fried dough sticks.
It is a splendid civilization left behind by the working people of the previous era.
While filling your empty stomach, the wonderful taste will be like the gentle drizzle in spring, silently nourishing your tense nerves.
What happened last night is vivid in my mind.
After exiting the alley, Ding Xiaoyi can find a place to return to Chaimu's new home.
Instead, we found a cleaner hotel in the old town.
I took a comfortable hot bath and changed out of my clothes that were full of rancid smell.
Finally, with his tired body in his arms, he fell on the bed and fell asleep.
This night, I didn't sleep very peacefully.
I always hear in my nightmares the sound of those high heels clicking on the bluestone.
Even in the nightmare, I saw myself waking up and finding that the high heels were on my feet.
Such a hazy night made Ding Xiaoyi even have an unreal hallucination, as if everything was just a nightmare.
But the pile of clothes in the corner that still smelled rancid was a clear reminder to him that he had indeed encountered the rumored psychic creature last night.
After eating and drinking enough, Ding Xiaoyi patted the leftover dough stick residue on his hands.
I have made a clear list of things to do today in my mind.
First, he needs to find a place to live.
This does not refer to Chaimu's new home in Huangquan, but in reality, he needs a place to stay.
Otherwise, every time after purchasing, you have to find a way to hide and find a place to go home, which will not always be very convenient.
Besides, I still have a lot of things to buy.
There are all kinds of things, big and small, and some of them can be bought directly in S City.
Some people need to go to professional official websites to order.
For example, if you were looking for the Dezhou tool box yesterday, you would need to order it online.
Not having a stable place to live is obviously not possible.
Fortunately, there is no shortage of houses in this old city.
In addition to high-rise apartments, there are also some old bungalows.
However, the prices of some of these bungalows are much more expensive than those of high-rise apartments.
In this era where everyone lives in high-rise buildings, a home-built bungalow is definitely no worse than those villas.
If the location were better, then even if you were given a villa, you might not be willing to change it.
Ding Xiaoyi used his mobile phone to search for nearby rental information.
After filtering out the residential complexes with inconvenient access, the few remaining private houses caught Ding Xiaoyi's attention.
"No. 121, Yima Street, East Street."
The house has its own small courtyard and is close to the street, so the price is a bit more expensive than other houses.
Ding Xiaoyi has thought repeatedly about where to live and what kind of environment it is.
There were only two reasons why he liked this house.
It doesn't matter if it's more expensive.
After confirming the address, Ding Xiaoyi called the phone number on the message.
The person who answered the phone sounded like an older woman.
After learning that he wanted to rent a house, he made an appointment with Ding Xiaoyi on the phone for tomorrow afternoon.
After hanging up the phone.
Ding Xiaoyi returned to the hotel, and after renewing the rent for one day, returned to the room, held the purchased supplies in his hand, and took out the black iron key.
"Chaimu's new home!"
The familiar touch of the palm on the cold key, when the last word was recited in the mouth.
A black haze reflected in Ding Xiaoyi's pupils, followed by the familiar feeling of weightlessness and pulling.
Under the gray light in front of me, my own shadow was imprinted on the dusty mirror again.
The placement of this mirror is very interesting.
It seems that every time I use my keys to go home, the first thing I see when I look up is this mirror.
Ding Xiaoyi did not take this matter to heart, but subconsciously raised his head and looked at the diary on the table.
I hope I can see the diary, so I obediently open it to the third page.
However, what disappointed him was that the diary was quietly placed there, with no intention of opening it by himself.
Putting down everything in his hands, Ding Xiaoyi stepped forward unwillingly and opened the diary with the silver key.
However, after trying, the diary can still only be opened to the second page, and the contents of the third page are still unable to be opened.
"Did I overlook something??"
Ding Xiaoyi held his chin with his fingers, wondering whether he had overlooked some information.
Thinking of this, he picked up the diary again and read it word by word from the first page.
When the content is focused on the second page again.
Suddenly, a very brief line appeared in his sight.
[It turns out that after returning from that place, some bad things will happen around me. If not, I will find my old friends in District 13.]
"etc!"
When he saw this sentence, Ding Xiaoyi suddenly became startled, as if he realized what he had overlooked.
Repeat the first two paragraphs of this sentence in your mouth.
"Damn, that's what it is!"
At that time, I was too concerned about the future, what exactly the old man was going to do in Area 13, and who the old friend mentioned in his diary was.
So much so that I ignored the importance of the first two sentences at the time.
The place mentioned in the diary is probably none other than Huangquan.
Pay attention to the time of the diary. At this time, the old man had not won this land from any messenger of hell.
The place where the envoy of the King of Hell could take him was probably Huangquan.
If you understand it this way, that is to say, as long as you leave here and return to reality, some bad things will definitely happen around you.
Although the diary did not mention what exactly happened.
But judging from his encounter with psychic creatures last night, this very bad thing may be referring to this.
"Hiss~~~"
The moment this thought came out of my mind, a breath of cold air rushed into my heart.
The more Ding Xiaoyi thought about it, the more he felt his head grow bigger.
Quickly open the diary to the last page.
In the penultimate paragraph, the new bet between the old man and the messenger of Hell is mentioned.
[I bet that my grandson Ding Xiaoyi can survive happily on that piece of land.]
This light sentence seemed to have no problem at the time.
The biggest crisis is just the big-headed monster that accidentally breaks in.
After he confirmed his authority, he no longer cared about this crisis.
Only now did he understand that surviving happily had a deeper meaning.
Ding Xiaoyi's face turned pale in waves, and he felt the chill from the top of his head to the soles of his feet. He felt like crying without tears.
“What a trap!!!”
With such important information, I shouldn't have ignored it.
In fact, I was completely paralyzed by the old man's relaxed tone.
In the diary, a serious and mysterious person like the Messenger of Hell was completely reduced to a fool at the head of the village by the old man.
It's the kind of person who can be entertained for a long time if given a packet of melon seeds.
But this matter needs to be divided among people.
That is to say, the old man would think this way. To him, what kind of idiot is he?
He is clearly the melee mage Liu Haizhu wearing a straw hat and holding a kitchen knife.
How could the other party make a bet with himself, as easy as he thought...