One Hundred Ways of Living in the Infinite Flow of Charming Physique

Lu Qi leaned on the door with a pale face, while Li Qianqian simply curled up against the wall on one side.The sun is shining outside the window, which is a rare good weather. The sun is softly covering the floor like veil, and the cruise ship on the river sets sail, making long sirens. Everything is so beautiful.However, the couple died with a look of fear on their faces, without even leaving a whole body.

Qin Manzhou pushed everyone away and walked in. Shu Muyun counted the number of people in his heart and found that their daughter Mo was not there.He turned his head and whispered a few words to Yan Momo who was watching coldly.Yan Momo left the murder scene directly after listening.

Only then did Shu Muyun walk in, followed by Ye Zun. After entering the room, he bowed to Aunt Yun and Uncle Zheng solemnly.The freckled man He Xin, who had always been invisible, hesitated for a moment, then squeezed out from the crowd, and spoke for the first time: "This...how did you die?"

Qin Manzhou was checking the corpse, while Shu Muyun was checking the room. Hearing his question, Qin Manzhou gently lifted Aunt Yun's head and placed it on her neck carefully, then walked into the bathroom, I picked a clean towel and wiped the blood briefly: "The one who chopped off her head and caused wounds all over her body should be some kind of sharp weapon, but not a sword. The part used to attack people should be thicker. , and heavier. But what is strange is that the blood on her chest is deeper than other places. Uncle Zheng also died from this sharp weapon."

Shu Muyun picked up the short arrows scattered on the ground, which belonged to Uncle Zheng originally, and some were splashed with blood, which looked like they were knocked over by them during the battle, and then stained with the blood of the couple.

He put them together one by one, and was about to put them back into the quiver, when he inadvertently saw blood coagulated on the arrow cluster of an arrow.

He didn't hear everyone's discussion, he took the arrow and the other blood-stained short arrow and walked quickly to the window, held up the two arrows against the sun, and after careful comparison, he shouted in a low voice: "Brother, can you come here?"

Qin Manzhou was surrounded by people, listening to their chattering discussions.It's hard to hear Shu Muyun's shout immediately because of the noise around him.Qin Manzhou immediately walked towards Shu Muyun: "What's wrong?"

Shu Muyun pointed to the blood-stained arrow cluster: "The blood stain on this is different from other short arrows." He frowned, and raised another ordinary short arrow, "These short arrows are mostly fletched, The body of the arrow is stained with blood, and occasionally there is a little bit of arrow cluster. The blood is mostly sprayed, or soaked in a pool of blood. One side is clean, and the other side is full of blood. But this arrow cluster has solidified spots on both sides. Blood."

"It means that Uncle Zheng may have resisted?" Qin Manzhou touched his chin, "But can this thing attack ghosts? The screams we dreamed about yesterday should be made by them, but everyone thought it was a dream. I woke up I also listened to it deliberately, and there was no sound of murder. Human beings can’t isolate the sound and let everyone have the same dream.”

Shu Muyun sighed, and rubbed his dry eyes from staring at the arrow cluster for too long: "What if the ghost is possessing a person?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone who didn't want to step forward took a step back at the same time, and all of a sudden they dispersed, looking at each other with suspicion and fear, as if the players around them would raise their knives and kill each other in the next second.

Ye Zun's mind was single-minded, but he didn't feel scared: "So whoever has a wound on his body is the murderer."

He Xin, the freckled man who had been wandering around the room but didn't say anything, was still silent, and that sentence at the beginning could prove whether he was dumb or not.He Xin silently pulled up his trouser legs, and then unbuttoned his shirt.Let everyone see that there are no wounds on his body.

Everyone was stunned, and when they were discussing and checking each other, Yan Momo finally came back with Zimo who looked angry.Zimo, who arrived late, was sleepy and yelled impatiently: "Are you sick? What door are you knocking on in the morning? Can't let people sleep longer?"

Seeing the only survivor of the Zheng family who had a bad temper, everyone shut up, only Sun Simeng held Zimo's hand timidly, and comforted him in a low voice: "Zimo, don't be too sad, even though your parents left I lost you, but you have to be strong and live on."

Zimo straightened his messy hair, and looked at Sun Simeng with a crazy expression on his face: "Are you sick? Did you forget to take your medicine when you got up in the morning?"

Sun Simeng pushed Zimo lightly with pity and reluctance, and pushed her into the room. Zimo almost tripped over the carpet. When she raised her head, she wanted to scold someone furiously: "Your brain——"

There is no follow-up after half of the sentence, like a car that has just started and then turned off.Zimo's pupils contracted violently, and his mouth remained wide open, but his body still fought violently with a rational step.

She took a step back numbly, but her knees gave way and she fell directly to the ground.

Zimo felt that something sticky was pressed on her hand, and she stretched out her palm to her eyes in a daze.

It was a half-clotted blood clot.

She looked at her blood-stained hands, and finally screamed: "How could this happen!"

Zimo was wrapped in a blanket and curled up on a chair. Although it was breakfast time, she only wanted a cup of hot tea, and she was holding the teacup and staring blankly at the dining table.

Except for Li Qianqian and Sun Simeng, everyone finished their breakfast normally.Li Qianqian reluctantly swallowed a few mouthfuls of bread, then put down the knife and fork as if feeling sick.Sun Simeng quietly ate some sausage, and then comforted Zimo.

But no matter what she said, Zimo didn't reply, looking as if she was frightened and sad.

Only Zheng Zimo knew that what she was afraid of was that she might be haunted by ghosts.

She killed those two people.She thought she was dreaming, but in fact all that happened in reality.

I can't let them know, she thought in a panic, if they find out, I will be finished!

Shu Muyun swallowed the last mouthful of food, picked up the teacup and took a sip of hot tea.He didn't look at anyone, but everyone heard his words: "Miss Zheng, I want to ask where your ax is."

Zheng Zimo shivered, and she raised her head suddenly: "What do you mean? Do you think I will kill my father?"

"Father?" Qin Manzhou asked sharply, "Aunt Yun is also dead, but you don't seem to care."

Zheng Zimo said indifferently: "I don't need to take care of my unfamiliar stepmother in my feelings."

"Oh." Qin Manzhou's tone turned around, it sounded oily, but his eyes were sharp, which didn't match his relaxed tone at all, "The stepmother who didn't get along well with Xuxian's father died tragically in some kind of accident. Under the heavy blunt instrument, it reminds me of a song."

He folded his hands on the table and hummed: "Lizzie Borden took the axe and hit Dad forty times, and when she realized what she had done, she hit Mommy forty-one times."

Qin Manzhou's voice is clear and bright, which is different from Shu Muyun's warm and soft voice. When he sings, he always reminds people of songbirds flying in the clouds. He finished singing the nursery rhyme briskly, and said cheerfully: "The background of this song is a real case. The suspect's father and stepmother were hacked to death with an ax. Coincidentally, the stepmother also had a bad relationship with the suspect's daughter."

Shu Muyun added gently: "And the wounds of Aunt Yun and Uncle Zheng also look like they were caused by an axe."

Unbearable, Zheng Zimo knocked the teacup to the ground, the tiles splashed all over the ground, and the cold tea soaked the ground. Sun Simeng let out a little cry and lifted up her skirt.However, Zheng Zimo was not in the mood for her. She lifted the blanket and shouted: "Okay, then I will show you, but don't think that a group of people will run into my room like watching monkeys! Besides, what if someone secretly tampers with it?" Frame me? So I only let you see!"

Pointing at Shu Muyun, she said disdainfully: "Your companion is like a hooligan, I'm worried that he'll mess with me, so follow me."

The little rascal Qin Manzhou tilted his head injured, leaning on Shu Muyun: "Miss, I actually like men, really."

"Don't talk nonsense." Zheng Zimo said viciously, "Or another girl will come with me, anyway, without my permission and key, you can't enter my room, who will die, have you figured it out? Do you want clues or safety?"

Shu Muyun sighed, he and Zheng Zimo looked at each other, and raised his hand to straighten the head of the unfit senior brother: "Thank you for your trust, so let's go now?"

Zheng Zimo snorted proudly, turned around and walked upstairs.Shu Muyun bowed her body and followed her up to the second floor.

There are fresh flowers in the corridor on the second floor, which are still stained with dew, which seems to be newly replaced by Mary. The window is opened, and the warm wind blows the curtains. Standing on the second floor, you can see the river not far away, and the faint Cross on the top of the white church.

The door of the Zheng couple's room opened suddenly, and Zheng Zimo stopped abruptly, only to see Mary dragging Aunt Yun's body and struggling to move backward.Seeing two people nodded: "We will put them in the basement, which is specially used to accommodate guests who have died from other places. If you want to visit, you can go there."

Zheng Zimo moved his eyes away in disgust. Mary dragged Aunt Yun's feet like she was dragging a bag of garbage, and she was holding Aunt Yun's dead head in her hands.

Shu Muyun watched Mary's figure disappear at the top of the stairs, and Zheng Zimo walked to his room impatiently, and opened the door: "Come and see."

Shu Muyun's eyes dimmed slightly, and he walked into the room.

The quilt on the bed was not folded, but was piled up messily on the bed.Zheng Zimo pulled out the ax from under the pillow: "Look, there is no blood."

Shu Muyun watched silently.

Zheng Zimo frowned: "Why do you look at me like that?"

Shu Muyun sighed lightly: "Miss Zheng, although there is no blood on the blade of the axe, the wooden handle is stained red with blood."

Zheng Zimo's body froze when she heard this, and she slowly lowered her eyes. She saw that the thick handle of the ax was covered with red.

She muttered in a daze like a dream: "Yes, I killed them in my dream, but how did you know?"

Shu Muyun took a step back calmly, Zheng Zimo raised her eyes, her pupils disappeared the moment she lowered her head, and the girl's eyes were only blood red, nothing but pure red.

"If you know." Zheng Zimo tilted his head, "I have to kill you, hehe."

Shu Muyun turned around and ran away without saying a word, Zheng Zimo lowered his hand holding the axe, and took a few steps forward bluntly, his stiff movements were completely different from before.Shu Muyun was not in the mood to wait for her, so she ran to the stairs, and there was still half a floor to go to the first floor.And everyone is already waiting below.

Just as Shu Muyun was about to speak, he heard a strange noise coming from above his head. He looked up and saw Zheng Zimo rolling down the stairs and fell hard at his feet.She was motionless, her ax gripped tightly in her hand.

Qin Manzhou below frowned, took three steps and two steps to Shu Muyun's side, took his hand and ran down.At the same time, Zheng Zimo's hand suddenly stood up, and she got up staggeringly, staring at Shu Muyun, with a voice like an old woman: "Hehehe, I killed, I killed, I killed my father and stepmother, but I ran away .”

She stared at the people downstairs, with a joyful smile on her face: "So those who fail to escape will be beheaded."

She raised the ax and, under the terrified gaze of everyone, slashed hard at her own neck.

Blood sprayed the windows and walls behind him.Zheng Zimo's head was like a ball rolling down the first floor and stopped beside Li Qianqian.

A man cannot cut off his own neck, and a dead man cannot speak.

However, Zheng Zimo stared at Li Qianqian with his head, and continued to speak in the old woman's voice: "Mary killed me, I killed her, she killed them, and who will kill Mary?"

Li Qianqian rolled her eyes and passed out.

Zheng Zimo's head suddenly closed, her voice suddenly changed back to her own, and she shouted: "I didn't kill it alone——"

Then she tilted her head and finally shut her mouth forever.