Let the system try to save the world

Unreasonable and expected.

He should have been alert when Mu Yiyu mentioned Shen Fuguang.

Xitong repeated the action just now and saved the childhood photo of Shen Anzhi.

Shen Fuguang's family members, one old and one young.

Shen Anzhi has been dependent on his grandfather since he was a child.

Grandpa Shen is seriously ill. It may be the backlash of the Shen family's Taoist priest's bloodline, or it may be the retribution of Shen Fuguang's karma on his relatives.

Xitong stopped thinking about it. He believed that there would be answers to these questions later.

He walked up the stairs behind the front desk, going up step by step. It seemed that he was the only one in the corridor, so the sound of his footsteps echoed far away.

The smell of the air became more and more strange. Xitong sniffed. Cameras were not yet popular in this timeline, which made him lose some of his prophetic abilities.

His forehead felt cold, he raised his hand to touch it, it felt sticky, Xitong lowered his head and saw a blood red stain on his palm.

Only then did he realize that his vision had been completely restored in this space.

He quickened his pace, took a few steps at a time, and his pupils shrank.

The pool of blood on the ground was getting bigger and bigger and was about to spread to Xitong's feet. He couldn't help but take a step back. A cultivator has sharp senses, and he clearly heard more than one breathing sound upstairs.

The golden sunlight allowed Xitong to see clearly who was lying on the ground, and he couldn't help but gasp.

The pair of eyes that had not yet closed had lost their luster. Xitong rushed over, knelt on the ground and felt the pulsation of the man's carotid artery. The temperature of his hands was getting colder and colder.

Xitong didn't believe it, so he used his energy to scan the man's body.

Blood pressure, pulse, respiration, temperature...

are disappearing.

Meng Ruyan's usually neat medium-length hair was soaked in blood and scattered on the ground. Her bright and charming eyes were looking blankly in a certain direction.

Only a few minutes have passed!

Xitong wanted to slam his head hard. He felt that the absolute calmness that the system was proud of was about to suffer a Waterloo at this moment.

The blood on his hand was just a few millimeters away from touching his face. Xitong's nose was filled with the smell of his friend's blood, and he calmed down.

There were some broken glass fragments on the ground.

Xitong picked up one of the glass. There were a lot of impurities in this glass. He couldn't imagine where Meng Ruyan got it from. Even the glass artworks in small workshops should be of higher purity than these.

Xitong began to observe whether Meng Ruyan had left any message. He was a calm person and should not be completely unprepared for such a sudden change.

Meng Ruyan was wearing a silver ring on her little finger. Xitong took it off, as it was a little too big for him, so he had to wear the ring on his middle finger.

In fact, there is no need to use energy scanning. Xitong rubbed the ring and took a deep breath.

The cause of death was a slit throat.

The cut was flat and smooth. If it was caused by a sword, the murderer must have had at least ten years of experience.

The trachea and carotid artery were cut directly by a sharp weapon, and the gushing arterial blood flowed into the trachea. It was not known which came first, suffocation or shock. There was a long scratch on the ground, extending to the end of the corridor.

Xitong did not see any stretched thin wire in the corridor, so he ruled out the possibility that this was an accidental consequence of Meng Ruyan hitting the wire at high speed.

There were no obvious external injuries on the rest of the body, except for one.

Xitong lifted up Meng Ruyan's sleeves. Meng Ruyan always took care of her appearance, but now even the light-colored hem of her clothes was stained with blood.

When Xitong was scanning just now, he found that in addition to the most obvious part on the neck, there was also a not-so-obvious wound on Meng Ruyan's arm.

"The low-flowered trees reflect the small."

These words were crooked, and the first two were completely out of shape, as if they had been cut repeatedly several times. Meng Ruyan even rubbed a handful of sand on the word "Ying" to prevent it from healing.

The last small word was carved not long ago, and the blood next to it has not even been wiped off. The owner may have drawn it in a hurry, and the dot at the end was not elongated.

Xitong could imagine how Meng Ruyan endured the severe pain and inflicted these wounds on her body one by one.

This was the secret code they had agreed upon before coming in. The words were engraved in different orders. What had happened to Meng Ruyan that she didn't even have time to finish writing a seven-word poem? Why did she use such a tragic method to leave him a message?

Xitong didn't continue reading. He raised his hand and closed Meng Ruyan's eyes.

He had to go. The enemies he encountered this time were not the Gu Diao and mermaids he had encountered in the past. The demons and ghosts trusted their own sharp teeth and claws more. Only humans could make and use tools.

And the murderer often returns to the scene of the crime.

Meng Ruyan's body was still warm, and it was not too late for this murder to end.

Also, where did T233 go? Before the host dies, the system must execute a forced soul extraction recovery operation to prevent the tasker from being reduced to ashes in the small world.

He must return to the Sea of ​​Laws to confirm whether Meng Ruyan's soul is intact. This should be the only good news.

"Hey, Xitong." Xitong, who was immersed in his thoughts, heard a whisper, "Here, here."

Xitong turned around and found that it was a child's small hand at the other end of the corridor, sticking out from the upper half of the door, waving at him desperately.

Xitong became alert instantly. He gathered his spiritual power in his fist without leaving any trace. The only person in this illusion who knew his name was dead. What else could be calling his name now?

"It's me." The child threw something out from the crack of the door, "I'm..."

The moment Xitong saw the thing clearly, he felt a sense of being accustomed to it. He quickly ran to the room where the child was.

Meng Ruyan's body was lying at one end of the long corridor. Both sides of the corridor were filled with rooms that looked like pigeon cages. Xitong moved his ears and could hear at least seven or eight breathing sounds in each small room of more than ten square meters.

They watched Xitong run past them in silence, only secretly observing Xitong's movements through the keyhole and the crack in the door.

Xitong was almost 100% sure that these children witnessed the entire process of Meng Ruyan being killed by the murderer, but he didn't hear even a scream or cry downstairs.

He couldn't be sure whether these children had seen too many similar things and had become numb, or whether they were just born cold-blooded.

The door was locked tightly with several chains. Xitong angrily tore the chains apart. He picked up the plum candy that was thrown on the ground and opened the door.

"Okay, I don't want to ask why you are here." Xitong wanted to hold his forehead. He realized that there was still Meng Ruyan's blood on his hands, so he wiped his hands on the sheets in the room.

"I don't want to ask why you broke the lock again." The child on the ground raised his head and looked at him. "Meng Ruyan is right. You really came."

"What did he tell you?" Xitong knocked his head hard with the metacarpophalangeal joint of his index finger. "Wait a minute, you weren't an orphan here before, were you?"

“What…what are you talking about.” The child stomped the floor angrily. There was a shallow scar on his neck. “I’m just not close to my family. I’m not an orphan.”

"I don't quite believe it." Xitong squatted on the ground and looked at him at eye level, "Lu Jingming and Shen Anzhi were both here when they were young. I don't quite believe that you are also your father's biological child."

"You're talking nonsense. Ever since I was a kid, everyone has always said that my eyes are exactly the same as my dad's."

"I'll check if Qin Chaoyue has had plastic surgery..."

"How could I do such a thing to my son?" Gu Yugui said angrily.