Lord Pluto: Ghost messengers catch ghosts in the human world every day

"It's okay." Song Ting walked directly into the room after finishing speaking.

He carefully inspected the rooms one by one, and the furnishings of Zou Lin's room were very suitable for his identity.

The furnishings in the room are very elegant, and there are some calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall.

Song Ting checked everything he could.

No one else was found in the room.

He looked at the room with a hint of doubt in his eyes, did he guess wrong?

He always felt that this Zou Lin had some kind of connection with the murderer. Not long after the current housekeeper died, he arranged for a new housekeeper, which showed that he had always had another housekeeper candidate in his heart.

Then the dead butler didn't have that much affection for him.

And there are several doubts about the new housekeeper...

He felt that Zou Lin and the butler were the most suspects.

Now that the murderer appeared and disappeared in this place, no matter how you look at it, this Zou Lin has something to do with the murderer...

But he just found out everything he could find in Zou Lin's room, and he didn't find anything related to the murderer.

This is weird...

Song Ting was thinking, and Zou Lin saw that Song Ting seemed to have finished the inspection and said, "Have you finished the inspection? I have a lot of official business now. If there is nothing else, then you can go to other places first."

Song Ting stared at him for a moment, Zou Lin looked at Song Ting as usual.

Song Ting saw that his expression looked calm, nothing unusual.

He couldn't find any other reason, and he couldn't stay here any longer, so Song Ting had no choice but to leave.

"Since there's nothing to do here, I'll leave first." Song Ting was about to go out, but his eyes turned inadvertently, and he saw the table in front of Zou Lin. This table was not like the small table they used before.

It was a big table, almost half the height of a person. Zou Lin was sitting in front of the table, with a pile of documents in front of it.

Song Ting had seen this kind of table before, it was empty inside, covered by a board in front, and the space in the middle was quite large, it seemed that it could accommodate a person...

Can accommodate one person...

Song Ting's eyes lit up, yes!One person can be accommodated under this table, and there is no problem for one person plus a child here...

Thinking of this, Song Ting looked at Zou Lin patrollingly: "Master Zou, can you get up for a while? I suspect that the murderer may have run under your table."

"Young Master Song, are you joking? The murderer is a real person, how could he suddenly run under my table?"

Zou Lin seemed to think Song Ting's idea was funny, and he continued: "Besides, would I not notice if someone ran under my table?"

"Lord Zou, I also said before that the murderer is an evil thing, and he has a way to sneak under your table." Song Ting's eyes were sharp, like a sharp sword out of its sheath, "If something happens to Master Zou, it will be fine." That's not good...or is it that Mr. Zou actually knows where the murderer is?"

Every time they investigate a case, Zou Lin is the last one to arrive, and he is the most suspect. The Zuiwanlin matter and the housekeeper in this mansion are all related to him. Zuiwanlin was named after him. , As for the housekeeper, Zou Lin also had a reason to kill him.

Song Ting felt that he and the person behind the scenes should have some kind of connection, even if he was not an accomplice, he should still know each other.

Otherwise, where in the world is there such a coincidence?

Zou Lin met Song Ting's gaze, but his expression was still indifferent, as if he didn't feel Song Ting's sharp gaze, with a smile on his lips: "Since you suspect that there is something here, then come and check it out."

Song Ting stared at Zou Lin for a moment, and Zou Lin looked at him.

"Then I'll offend you. For the sake of Mr. Zou's safety, I'd better check it again."

Song Ting walked to Zou Lin's table, Zou Lin stood up directly, and gave Song Ting the place: "Take a look."

Song Ting walked up to Zou Lin and bent down in front of the table. The inside of the table seemed to be very deep, and Song Ting had to stick his head inside to see clearly.

The place Zou Lin had been blocking was revealed in front of his eyes, but he saw nothing inside the table.

"How is it? Song Ting, is there nothing here?"

Zou Lin's voice came from above.

Song Ting reached in, and his fingers touched the solid wooden board. He carefully touched all the places inside the table, and there was indeed nothing abnormal.

Hearing the sound, Song Ting raised his head from the shadow under the table.

Just as he was about to speak, a stern palm suddenly slashed at his Tianling Gai. Song Ting had already noticed that Zou Lin was a little weird, so he was prepared in advance.

Feeling the palm wind coming from above his head, Song Ting quickly avoided it.

He took a few steps back, straightened up, and saw Zou Lin, who was originally calm, smiling strangely at this moment.

"Master Zou, what are you doing?" Song Ting and Zou Lin looked at each other, and they each occupied a place, facing each other not far away.

"Don't you know what I do?" Zou Lin seemed to be a different person at the moment, his eyes revealing an evil spirit.

Song Ting noticed that there seemed to be something that looked like a cloud of black air in his hand.

Song Ting frowned, why did he feel that this was exactly the same as the soul power displayed by the sorcery practiced by the Xian Wang before?

"You practiced magic!?"

"Haven't you already seen it?" Zou Lin stared at Song Ting, as if looking at the fish on the chopping board.

Song Ting was very uncomfortable being looked at by this look.

"Since it was delivered to your door by yourself, then I will not be polite." Zou Lin said slowly.

A cloud of black mist slowly gathered in his palm, and he threw the cloud of mist in Song Ting's direction.

Song Ting quickly dodged to avoid it, but the cloud of mist seemed to have eyes, and chased straight towards Song Ting.

Song Ting dodged in embarrassment in the room, he drew out the sword at his waist, trying to split this black mass of unknown things.

But no matter how he cut it, the black group couldn't be cut off, and he could feel that the black group seemed to be getting bigger and bigger.

Song Ting slashed at the black group that was aiming at him with a sword, and he quickly thought about the way to deal with it in his mind.

But it was strange to find that his thinking became more and more sluggish, and his actions began to slow down.

He was secretly alert in his heart, and saw Zou Lin inadvertently, and saw that he seemed to be putting something into the incense burner in the room.

Song Ting suddenly realized that there must be something wrong with this incense!

He held his breath to face the black group, and walked slowly towards Zou Lin.

I have to put out this incense burner quickly, or else...

Song Ting's thoughts gradually became slack, and the moment before he closed his eyes, he saw Zou Lin walking in front of him, with a weird smile on the corner of his mouth...