God of unknown origin, please don't ask [criminal investigation]

"It's... so good that it suddenly..." Old Mr. Zhou couldn't help covering his mouth with his hand.

"From the point of view of the characteristics of the wound, the cause of death was excessive blood loss at the neck wound caused by sharp-edged tools with sharp ends. Such tools mainly include knives and hairpins with sharp ends."

Wen Xichun broke off the head of the corpse, and a glimmer of darkness flashed across his eyes for a moment.

"What's wrong?" Fred asked curiously seeing Wen Xichun lost in thought.

Wen Xichun shook his head: "Nothing."

He stood up, and his eyes began to wander among the decorative items on everyone.

"He was killed while we were asleep. In this airtight place, the murderer could only be someone among us." Fred pushed his glasses and looked up at Wen Xichun without any trace.

"Yes, everyone is so close. If Mr. Li had struggled when he was killed, we would not have been able to hear him." Mr. Zhou agreed.

"Could it be the ghost of the forensic doctor who came to seek revenge on him? If the murder weapon is a knife, let me declare first that my uniform has no pockets, and there is no place to hide the murder weapon all over my body." Bai Jian suddenly pulled the corners of her mouth and laughed. A strange arc, "Besides, there is a grievance and a debtor, so why is it this evil scum and not someone else who died."

Fred also laughed, with a strange smile: "It's a good sentence, the head of the grievance, the debtor of the debt, little sister, you don't really believe in the existence of ghosts and gods, do you?"

Even if it is not clear, the intention of this sentence is obvious.

Looking at all the people present, Wen Xichun was not the only one who had a relationship with Li Yuan. Combined with Mr. Zhou's sentence just now "If there was a struggle when he was killed, everyone couldn't hear it", it is obvious that he It is implying that only a policeman like Wen Xichun with a strong sense of anti-reconnaissance can kill people without anyone noticing.

Wen Xichun didn't want to explain. He checked the wound of the deceased just now and knew who the real culprit was at a glance, but it would be a waste of time to trace the real culprit at this time.

What's more, who doesn't have a dark side in his heart? The only difference is whether he put it on the surface. If he didn't block the exit just now and slow down the rescue process, how could Yao Jingrong die in the sea of ​​insects?

Shouldn't he die?He's just damned.

"Forget it, let's find the exit first. Whether you want to find the real culprit or avenge the dead, the prerequisite is to survive." Old Mr. Zhou leaned on a cane, leaning on the wall and slowly approaching. go forward.

Wen Xichun squatted down and fumbled in Li Yuan's pocket, found his mobile phone and took it with him, finally took a look at the corpse with eyes wide open, didn't stay any longer, turned around and stepped into the endless darkness.

It has been 21 hours since several people were trapped. During these 21 hours, no one had a drop of water, but fortunately, it was still within the tolerance of the human body.

But Wen Xichun felt that it would be futile to continue searching. They fell into a misunderstanding. Everyone thought that the secret passage was somewhere in the wall, but as long as you look back and think about where you came up from, you can probably guess that the secret passage may be is on the floor.

"Let's not look for it on the wall, but on the floor." Wen Xichun tried to pull himself together and told everyone.

When the few people heard this, they lay down on the ground without saying a word, and started beating on the floor.

"There was an insect's corpse at the entrance of the room we came up just now, please avoid that position." When he said this, he couldn't help but think of a certain person surnamed Yao with his nostrils in the air.

As well as his character of always giving life advice to others, when he thinks about it now, he feels an inexplicable ache in his heart.

"Come here! There is a sound of wind under this floor tile!"

Alfred suddenly called out, and several people hurriedly stood up from the ground, not caring about patting the dust off their pants.

A piece of glazed bricks whose seams can't be seen unless you look carefully, Wen Xichun leaned down and put his ears close, closed his eyes and listened carefully——

The slight sound of wind blows slowly.

Wen Xichun quickly turned on the compass in the mobile phone, and the pointer was pointing to "North".

I remember that the gate of this auditorium is facing south, and if it is north, it should be behind the auditorium, and it is winter now, and the wind is blowing from the north, so the room below should be behind the auditorium.

Mr. Zhou took off the tie clip and broke it into two pieces, inserted the remaining thin and sharp piece of iron into the gap between the floor tiles, with a little force——

A corner of the floor tiles was warped.

Wen Xichun nodded to Mr. Zhou, signaling him to go to the side and hide first, in case there is any unpredictable danger below.

Lifting up the floor tiles, Wen Xichun immediately got up and hid aside, while Alfred stretched his arms and held up his mobile phone to take pictures.

"It seems... that there is no danger." Fred pushed down his glasses. "Otherwise, I will lead the way. Let's go down and have a look. The most urgent thing is to find water and food."

Wen Xichun shook his head: "I'll go down, you wait up there, if there is any emergency, pull me up in time."

Fred nodded: "Alright, you are agile, I might just die when I go down."

"Brother Wen, be careful." Bai Jian looked at her worriedly, her hands tightly clutching the gold pendant necklace hanging around her neck.

On the pendant is a little angel with a bare butt, rubbing his chubby face, very cute.

Fred knelt at the entrance of the cave to help Wen Xichun shine the light, and Wen Xichun poked his head out to have a look.

Below is an extremely retro-looking and ordinary room. There is a group of European-style leather sofas, a fireplace, and a TV hanging above the fireplace. It looks like a room for someone to rest.

If you jump from here, you can just land on the sofa without getting hurt.

Wen Xichun still carefully pawed at the edge of the hole, stretched out one leg to test it twice, and only dared to put the other leg down when his toes reached the top of the sofa backrest.

After landing on the sofa, he took pictures of the surrounding area with the remaining 5.00% of the remaining battery power of the mobile phone. It is very quiet here, and the sofa is clean and free of dust. It seems that someone has been using it recently or someone has come to clean it frequently.

He held up the flashlight and looked around the room vigilantly, and saw a desk opposite the fireplace with a carved photo frame on it. In the photo, a man and a woman were cuddling and smiling sweetly, looking They all looked about sixteen or seventeen years old.

"Brother Wen, what's going on next?" Bai Jian stuck out her head and asked worriedly after getting no response from Wen Xichun.

Wen Xichun quickly regained his senses: "There is no danger, come down."

After everyone came down, Wen Xichun immediately began to look for the light switch, and found it, but after pressing it twice, it was not known whether it was broken or not powered on, and the house was still completely dark.

"What is the purpose of this room, Bai Jian, do you know?"

Bai Jian looked around under the dim light, and shook her head: "I haven't been here."

Wen Xichun, on the other hand, went to the desk and opened the drawer, trying to find something that could be charged.

There were stacks of documents and some stationery such as pens and notebooks in the drawers. Wen Xichun was a little annoyed, and suddenly opened the bottom drawer.

An envelope was lying alone inside, and the logo on the envelope was a domestic airline.

He took out the envelope and opened it. Sure enough, a ticket floated out, and the name on the ticket was probably the owner of this room.

"Xin Xikang, first-class domestic flight to New Zealand, this month's No. 18 air ticket." Wen Xichun muttered the information on the ticket, "Who is Xin Xikang?"

"It's our principal!" This time, Bai Jian finally had a role to play.

"NO.18 is New Year's Eve, fly to New Zealand at this time, has your principal always settled in New Zealand?"

"No, I remember he was in the UK. He came back with the British school manager this time. If he went to New Zealand, he might be traveling."

Wen Xichun nodded: "It seems that this room is your principal's temporary office."

He stuffed the ticket back into the envelope and put it away.

"Wait a minute, New Zealand?" Fred called out to him suddenly.

"What?" Wen Xichun's hand stopped.

"I remember that the Moran tribe who kept mummies and practiced spiritualism is a minority in New Zealand."

Hearing this sentence, Wen Xichun picked up the ticket again and cast his eyes on the three big characters "New Zealand".

Did you guess wrong?This matter has nothing to do with the school supervisor at all?

But the behavior of the school supervisor is also weird, or are they colluding?

Mr. Zhou was not idle there either. After checking all the doors and windows, he said to the crowd in frustration: "The doors and windows are all sealed."

"You should have all received a text message from that strange number, saying that only those who truly repent of their sins are eligible to leave." Fred suddenly changed the subject, "Staying is not an option, is it true? Is it just a game devised by boring people just to see the ugly face of our confession?"

Wen Xichun sneered: "Even if we repent, they won't let us go."

Mr. Zhou shrank his fingers slightly, and then subconsciously touched the tiger's mouth of his right hand.

"Then as the elder inside, I am willing to be the leader of this confession." He sighed long and slowly took off his gloves.

That ugly bite mark was once again exposed to everyone's sight.

Old Mr. Zhou raised his head slowly, looked at the ceiling, with a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth: "If my sincere repentance can make you let these young children go, then you can do everything to me alone."

Bai Jian sat on the sofa with her legs crossed, her eyes fixed on a certain point, and she didn't know what she was thinking about.

"When I was 17 years old, I killed my mother with my own hands." Mr. Zhou closed his eyes, stroking the crutch with his fingers.