Some dark brown unidentified traces are particularly creepy, inexplicably giving a message that it is the blood of the dead.


    Some door panels have been damaged by corrosion. Even if they don''t have to be pushed open, you can see the inside.


    Subconsciously, Luo Tiantian grabs Xue FeiMo''s cuff link.


    The whole person trembled with tension.


    Because she saw chains and ancient instruments of torture.


    This kind of intelligence in the TV will see things, so suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.


    "Don''t be afraid. I''m here."


    Xue FeiMo patted Luo Tiantian on the back of her hand with her other hand to show her to relax.


    Then he turned his wrist and held the little hand holding his cuff link in his hand.


    Warm touch, as if with some kind of power, let Luotian sweetheart down a little.


    "Uncle, I''m afraid." Sweet way.


    Xue Fei Mo pursed her lips: "or, I''ll take you out first?"


    The little girl had always been bold, but she was only afraid of the things she didn''t need.


    He has known this for a long time.


    Smell speech, Luo sweet busy shake head: "no, I want to see the situation inside."


    Only in this way can we grow rapidly.


    Snow non ink deep looked at the little girl: "good, I accompany you."


    I''m with you, not me.


    For him, other people''s lives have nothing to do with him.


    The only thing that can make him push his feet is the little girl in front of him.


    Hand in hand, the two men followed behind Bu Huan and walked towards the severely corroded room.


    "Why is the living room so well preserved and these rooms so corroded?" Luo Tiantian asked what she thought.


    When she first went to the basement, the situation in the living room was similar to what she saw in the dreamland.


    It''s a little old, but it hasn''t changed much.


    But across the living room.


    When I saw these two rows of rooms, I found that they were so different.


    Bu fancied for a moment and guessed: "it''s estimated that this is the place specially used to imprison people, while the living room is the place where the murderer has a long rest."


    That''s why the difference is so big.


    Lottie nodded: "it''s really possible."


    During the conversation, the party had come to the door.


    From the crevasse, the scene inside was startling.


    "Shit


    "Mad, is that abnormal?"


    "God, I''ve been in business for so many years, and I''ve never seen such a miserable scene."


    "Oh I, I can''t stand it. It''s up to you. "


    "Go ahead, Sister Zhang. Just leave it to us. Go to other places with them."


    "Brothers, leave a few people who are more tolerant here to collect evidence, and the rest go to other places to have a look."


    "Thanks, brother."


    "Thank you very much."


    “……”


    The technical personnel work together automatically.


    Luo Tiantian, however, has no ear.


    Because She saw a familiar figure.


    "Xu Xinyue." Lorraine murmured to himself.


    Xue FeiMo looked at the little girl: "do you know her?"


    According to reason, it''s impossible?


    Although the bodies were all folded into various shapes and soaked in small glass boxes or columns.


    However, it is estimated that no one has updated the formalin immersion solution for the bodies, so the skin of the bodies has turned to tan.


    Thus, the time of death will not be short.


    No matter Luo Tiantian, who once lived in the Luo family, or Luo Tiantian, the killer who was robbed of her identity by Ningxia, it should not have any intersection with the corpse here.


    Does it have something to do with the secret she hasn''t told yet?


    Sure enough, Lottie replied, "well, I know the one who was curled up into a ball with his head facing out."


    “……” Snow is not ink subconscious look past.


    Well, I feel like vomiting.


    He disguised and pinched the mask, pretending to be cloud light breeze and asked: "how do you know?"


    Luo Tiantian blurted out: "in my dream."


    Cough, I lied too much, so it became natural.


    Snow is not ink


    In a dream.


    The little girl lied to her again.


    So he stood there in silence.


    Coldly watching the technicians collect evidence, take photos and so on with all kinds of equipment.


    Because there were too many entities, the process took almost two hours.


    Luo Tiantian took Xue FeiMo and looked at almost every room.


    Only in the room where Xu Xinyue lived, the picture was the most tragic.If the murderer simply killed and dismembered, it would not be so terrible.


    But according to the professional forensic medicine, the bodies soaked in formalin were all folded into various shapes that the human body could not reach, and then soaked in them.


    and there are many legendary men *!


    It''s hard to imagine how they suffered before they died


    Luo Tiantian couldn''t help shivering: "these are all done by Ji Wanchuan?"


    Can be really, know a person know face not know heart!


    Who knows that there is such a terrible and vicious heart hidden under that gentle and loving face?


    "It''s not sure yet. We have to wait for the result of the material evidence." While answering, Bu Huan swept to the torture room: "I have only seen these torture tools in books."


    Head crusher, peeling machine, stabbing tools, torture chair, and mouse cage beside Wait, wait, wait.


    All the mice in the cage have died, leaving only one corpse.


    It''s not hard to imagine the terrible significance of these mice in this place full of various instruments of torture.


    As the saying goes: don''t kill too much.


    But these instruments of torture, every one of them is torture.


    They don''t make people die immediately, but they can make people suffer for as long as a few days.


    That''s true. You can''t live, you can''t die.


    "This..." Luo Tiantian tightly grasped Xue FeiMo''s hand and said in a trembling voice: "what book, there will be such abnormal things."


    What''s more, she saw a sharp instrument full of spines, which was like a female body''s torture instrument.


    The wooden tools of torture are inlaid with sharp steel spines.


    The original white steel thorn was covered with brown blood.


    Blood along a steel thorn, fell on the surface of the barrel, accumulated a thick layer.


    It''s not hard to imagine that this thing took away so many lives.


    Otherwise, it is impossible to reach this thickness.


    "Officer Bu, I think Ji Wanchuan must have an accomplice." Luo Tiantian red eyes, continued: "he can not complete such a large-scale massacre alone."


    Although in the illusion, she did not see a second person.


    However, it is impossible to see the life of the victim in the illusion of thinking.


    So she suspected that it must be a gang.


    Otherwise, how could Ji Wanchuan commit suicide in such a hurry?


    Bu Huan said, "well," when Ji Wanchuan committed suicide, I doubted whether he wanted to protect the people behind him. Now after seeing the scene, I''m more sure. "


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