As the carved mahogany door in front of him was pushed open, a strong smell of blood hit him, making Jiang Li unable to help but cover his mouth and nose.

Although this is just a place for picking up customers with a lower-class red card, the layout inside the house is still elegant and luxurious, without losing the layout. The room is very neatly tidy. There is a wooden table made of sandalwood opposite the door, and a pot of wine and two white porcelain cups are placed on the door.

The other end of the room was covered with bright red curtains, with the veil hanging down. It was originally used to create a hazy atmosphere, but now the room is silent and the air is filled with blood. Such a scene can only add a hint of strange and sad atmosphere.

"Those two corpses... I've covered them with a quilt." Wang Jing walked in front of Jiang Li to lead the way. He lifted the curtain, pointed to a quilt stained with blood on the bed, and said to Jiang Li: "Mr. Hu, look..."

Jiang Li did not rush to follow the other party. He looked at other places in the room and could clearly feel a cold air remaining in the room. Therefore, he was even more sure that the evil ghost had appeared here last night. As for the source of this breath, Jiang Li moved in his heart and used his mind to call out the prop he exchanged for - the Psychological Detection Toolbox.

"I understand, you go outside and wait. If there is a blind eye to break in, it won't work." Jiang Li thought for a while. Although he was scared, it was still necessary to send Wang Jing away, otherwise he would not be able to use props to detect the scene.

"Okay." Wang Jing didn't dare to ask too much, and withdrew from the room with a respectful look on his face and closed the door. When the door closed, the room where it was originally located in the west was not sunny and became even darker in an instant.

Jiang Li lit a red candle on the table and muttered: "There are injustice and debts. I am a little turtle man. Even if I have an affair with the madam, it is not my willingness. Now I am trying to find the murderer for you. If you want to take revenge, don't find the wrong person..."

Jiang Li put a rectangular tool box about 30 cm wide and 20 cm high on the table, and then carefully studied the props inside. Although he spent 200 points, it has to be said that this prop is still very cost-effective.

He took out a seemingly ordinary sandalwood from the box and carefully studied the introduction of the props.

[Soul-returning incense: It can be used to detect the aura of evil spirits.]

"So that's it..." After Jiang Li quickly finished reading, he put the sandalwood next to the candlelight, lit it, held the incense in both hands, and carefully turned it around the room. After burning, the incense emitted a curling white smoke. The fragrance itself was colorless and smellless. Even if there were people outside the house, they would not notice any strange smell in the house.

Just as Jiang Li walked to a certain place with incense, he suddenly found that the originally straight smoke suddenly became crooked, like a line of life, floating straight towards a certain direction.

What the cigarette drifted towards was not the pear blossom bed where Jiang Li thought was lying with two corpses, but the makeup box beside the bed, in modern terms, called the dressing table. Jiang Li walked up and found that various women used to decorate his jewelry or rouge were placed on the makeup box. Not only that, there was also a bronze mirror on the table.

The soul-returning fragrance in Jiang Li's hand burned out at this time. When the white smoke dissipated, he suddenly realized that the makeup box in front of him had also undergone extremely terrifying changes.

The red liquid appeared on the table. What was even more terrifying was that the wooden comb was stained with a lot of blood, the bronze mirror, and several extremely hideous red fingerprints appeared on the table. Even the chair in front of the makeup box and the green stone brick floor were also covered with blood marks.

"What a huge amount of bleeding..." Before Jiang Li could react, the scene in front of him returned to normal the next second, and the blood stains disappeared.

He stared at the dressing box in front of him thoughtfully for a few seconds, and suddenly noticed something seemed to be under the dressing table. Jiang Li held the candlelight in his hand, bent down and fumbled carefully under the stage. Sure enough, his fingers touched some hard and cold strip object.

Jiang Li took out the thing and then realized that it was a green jade hairpin. This hairpin was fine and small, transparent, and was dripping with green. It was as quiet and deep as a thousand-year-old ancient pool. It was obviously not a jewelry that a dead little red card could afford.

He calmly put the jade hairpin into his backpack, then turned around and focused on the carved pear wood bed in front of him. The originally snow-white bedding was raised high, and the cover was covered with red marks, like plum blossoms falling on the snow in winter.

There was a large amount of dry dark blood on the wooden bed curtain near the outside. A pale and slender arm was still stretched out, hanging silently beside the bed. Jiang Li noticed that all the nails on her five fingers were broken, and there were scratches beside the bed, which seemed to be traces left by the deceased when she struggled. The woman's fingertips were blurred and it seemed that she had suffered extremely painful torture during her lifetime.

Jiang Li frowned, took a deep breath, stretched out his hand with a trembling trembling, and uncovered the blood-stained bedding in front of him.

Jiang Li swore that he had never seen such a terrifying scene in his life. Two corpses were lying on the bed, a man and a woman. The corpse was about 50 years old, naked with an upper body, and a hideous blood hole on his chest. He stared at his eyes, opened his mouth wide, and his blood-stained heart was stuffed into his mouth.

The female corpse on the other side... was even more terrible. Judging from her figure, the woman was about eighteen or nineteen years old, and she was in her prime. When she was killed, she was only wearing a thin red bellyband and underwear. However, it is not difficult to see that the woman has delicate skin as tender as snow and can be broken.

But now, her whole face was covered in blood and flesh. Her original beautiful skin was peeled off. Only a pair of black eyes full of fear were left on the red and white texture.

What's even more terrifying is that Jiang Li speculated that her face was torn off when she was still alive.

Jiang Li didn't know what kind of deep hatred the man and the evil spirit had formed in front of him, and he would have suffered such cruel torture before his death. He really couldn't bear to watch it anymore. Jiang Li wanted to leave, but at this moment, he suddenly noticed that the dead woman's right hand was spread out and hung on the edge of the bed, but her left hand was clenched in a fist shape, as if she was grabbing something.

"Occursed." Jiang Li didn't want to miss any clues. He gritted his teeth and knelt one knee on the edge of the bed, stretched over half of his body, and pulled the woman's other arm out. Jiang Li struggled to spread her extremely stiff fingers, and then found a small piece of red rag in the palm of the deceased.

"Bang bang bang"

At the same time, Wang Jing's voice came from the door: "Mr. Hu, Mother Liang sent some people to clean the house. She said that she must finish these things before dark."
Chapter completed!