âWhere did she run off to?â Mu Qin looked around the corridor but couldnât even find the shadow of the female teacher. He could not stop himself and asked Cheng Guoxu and Qi Zijia who were standing beside him, âYou guys didnât see what direction she walked towards?â
âGod knows where she went. I didnât see even her shadow when I came out.â Qiu Zijia was both depressed and furious, âWhatâs wrong with this woman. She agreed to keep a lookout at the door and not randomly walk around. Did everything we discussed go in one ear and come out the other?â
âIs it possible she was kidnapped by someone?â Mu Qin looked at Cheng Guoxu as he spoke. When they were searching the room, Cheng Guoxu was the closest to the door and should have been able to see what Han Li was doing.
Cheng Guoxu understood Mu Qinâs look and replied with a shake of his head, âI didnât see where she went. It felt like she was here one second and then gone in the next.â
âThen this is troublesome.â What he said caused Mu Qin to awkwardly wrinkle his brows.
Yet Qiu Zijia interjected, âDonât worry about her. Since she ditched the group, that means sheâs courting death on her own initiative.â
âWhat I want to figure out is whether she left by herself or was taken away by someone. If itâs the former then itâs still okay, and we donât have to care about it at all. But if itâs the latterâŠâ Mu Qin sighed, âthen thereâs a big problem.â
Qiu Zijia said, âDo you think that woman would walk off by herself?â
âI donât know.â Mu Qin shook his head.
His words had just been spoken when everyone suddenly heard the sound of a piercing shriek from the stairs at the end of the corridor.
The sound of this cry was distinctly female, and Mu Qin and the others instantly recognized Han Liâs voice. The looked at each other. Qiu Zijia was still a bit hesitant, but Mu Qin was already walking towards the origin of the sound.
âHold on a second!â Qiu Zijia reached out and intentionally blocked Mu Qin, not letting him proceed. At the same time, he said, âDonât go over. What if it happens to be a trap?â
Mu Qin turned to look at Qiu Zijia, âSo you donât want to go save her, right?â
Qiu Zijia was a bit embarrassed and did not answer. He indeed did not want to go save Han Li. Frankly speaking, he was not some kind of righteous person. When faced with a situation where he might encounter unknown dangers, he only wanted to protect himself.
Mu Qin no longer spoke. He used his pitch-black, bottomless pupils to stare at Qiu Zijia. His calm stare caused Qiu Zijia to feel uncontrollable horror.
He discovered that Mu Qin seemed too calm. From previously, when they first met until now, there were never many emotional fluctuations on Mu Qinâs face all along. Regardless of whether it was a smile or anger, or even surprise, they were all faint, and his tone was also cold.
Mu Qin spoke, âThis is the second floor. This residential building has a total of five levels. Only the right end of the corridor has stairs to go up and down. Unless we jump out from the windows in the hallway, regardless of whether we want to go upstairs or go downstairs, we must pass through that staircase.
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After Han Li let out a scream, she did not make any other noises. The orphanageâs whole living complex sank into a death-like silence.
Mu Qin took the initiative and conveniently broke off a section of steel pipe from the heating system next to the corridorâs windows to use as a weapon. This steel pipe was severely rusted, so breaking it off was very easy.
Cheng Guoxu and Qiu Zijia followed behind him. They softly and quietly speed-walked towards the stairwell and found the light around the corner had been turned off by somebody. Clearly, they should have had turned on all of the lights when they came upstairs.
âHan Li!?â Mu Qin yelled towards the staircase that was so dark he couldnât see his own fingers. His voice echoed in the narrow corridor, but no response could be heard.
If only there was a flashlight.
Mu Qin thought so internally but could only grasp the rusty steel bar in his tightly, press his back sideways against the wall, and head down the stairs.
Behind him, Qiu Zijia and Cheng Guoxu stood hesitantly at the foot of the staircase before finally catching up on tippy toes.
Mu Qin took a step down with his back pressed against the wall and felt the stairwellâs light switch. At that moment, he caught a whiff of a bewildering fishy smell. He was somewhat familiar with this scent and prepared himself. Consequently, he pressed the light switch, illuminating this tiny space.
âOh my god!â The lights turned on. Qiu Zijia was immediately alarmed and cried out. He leapt a meter into the air and pasted his whole person uncontrollably behind Mu Qin.
In front of them, a person whoâs life or death was unknown lay on the half landing of the stairs. This personâs body was completely covered in blood. Bloodstains were splattered drop by drop onto the walls. He had an enormous wound on his back, clearly wounded by someone with some sort of sharp weapon.
This person probably struggled for a long time before he died. Bloody handprints were left on the wall next to him.
âHe⊠is he dead?â In the 28 years he had been alive, Qiu Zijia had not seen much blood. His familyâs circumstances were quite good, and both parents spoiled him to death. They never let him experience any hardships. He has never even killed a single chicken, not to mention suddenly seeing a dead person still dripping with blood.
Qiu Zijia, at this moment, was so scared his whole body was trembling. He hid behind Mu Qin and shivered. On the contrary, the nearby Cheng Guoxu was much calmer than him, although his face was also ashen.
Mu Qin slightly stabilized his state of mind. He headed over and squatted down. Reaching out, he felt the other partyâs neck for a pulse. There was a bit of warmth transmitted to his palm. The person may have died not too long ago and still maintained some heat, but Mu Qin could not feel a heartbeat.
Mu Qin said gravely, âLooks like heâs dead.â
Qiu Zijia quivered, âThis guy isnât Han Li. The bodyâs figure looks male.â
âIt also isnât Xu Fu. The build isnât the same. It should be the sixth player mentioned by Xu Fu, who they never found.â Mu Qin reached out as he spoke, grabbing the corpseâs arm with the intention of flipping it over to look at the face.
âDonât! His body is all bloody!â Qiu Zijia was afraid and wanted to obstruct Mu Qin once again, but Mu Qin had already flipped the person over. It was just that flipping the body over did absolutely nothing at all because after flipping it over, they all discovered the corpseâs face was also covered in blood. It looked like the face was slashed open with an extra-large bloody gash, from the left eye to the right jaw. The entire face was a mess of flesh and blood, blurring the appearance.
Qiu Zijia shifted closer to take a look at the appalling, destroyed appearance of the corpse and couldnât keep himself from reaching up to cover his eyes, âGod, how inhumane. You canât even make out what he looks like.â
Mu Qin was not concerned about this. He carefully inspected the build of this corpse. The deceasedâs figure was actually really good and should have a large stature of around 1.80 meters. His arms, chest, and abdomen were all extremely well-built. When Mu Qin pulled open the otherâs sleeves and lapel, he could see finely packed, sturdy muscles.
This kind of man with impressive height and physique should not have been killed easily. Above all, he unexpectedly did not make a single noise before he died.
Just now, Mu Qin, Qiu Zijia, and the others were all searching on the second floor, yet this man died at the turn of the staircase between the first and second floors.
If he struggled and called out for help, Mu Qinâs group would have been able to hear him.
Unless this stairwell wasnât the initial scene of death, and someone first killed this guy before dragging his corpse to the bend of the stairs.
However, this action was meaningless, a waste of time as well as a waste of effort. Mu Qin could not think of any reason for the murderer to do that.
The pondering Mu Qin could not restrain himself from grabbing the corpseâs arm and carefully examined the clothing, trying to discover more clues from this body.
After that, Mu Qin discovered that the corpseâs fatal wound should have been the giant, bone-deep gash slashed open on the neck. Maybe it was because his carotid artery was damaged, so there was a large quantity of blood splashed on the scene. On the ground, on the walls, blood was everywhere.
Mu Qin wasnât a forensic scientist. He could not evaluate how new or old the injury was, but he guessed this person had, unfortunately, run into the so-called âkillerâ or âghostâ and had his neck slashed open. He held his neck and wanted to run, but the ghost cut open more gashes on his face and back.
Since his neck was cut open, his vocal cords probably suffered damage, and he could not cry out for help. It was probably also the reason why Mu Qin and the others did not hear any sounds from the second floor.
FurthermoreâŠ
Mu Qin traced the bloody footprints under the body and looked down the stairs. This person may have come from the courtyard outside. On his way over, he bled and left a lot of bloodstains. They should be able to find where this person had encountered the first attack by following the bloody trail.
Qiu Zijia had finally calmed down a little. He was no longer shivering nonstop. Although his face was still pale, he gathered his courage and squatted beside Mu Qin while covering his mouth and nose.
âThat female teacher probably screamed because she saw this corpse.â He told Mu Qin with a muffled voice, âShe might have even seen the killer, so she ran.â
Mu Qin did not reply to his conjectures and continued to inspect the corpse.
âThere are two sets of footprints.â Mu Qin abruptly spoke.
Qiu Zijia did not manage to react, âWhat?â
Mu Qin pointed at the bloodstains next to the corpse where distinct footprints were left in the blood.
âOne belongs to a female.â He pointed at the footprints the looked smaller, and then he pointed at the visibly larger prints at the side, âThese should belong to the killer.â
âThe two sets of footprints are close to each other, and the womanâs footprints disappear after a few steps. Iâm afraid she may have been caught and carried away by the killer.â Mu Qin depended on the simple marks left behind to infer the circumstances of the scene.
Yet Qiu Zijia looked at Mu Qin in astonishment, âBrother, youâre awesome, ah. Are you sure you actually served as a soldier and not as a detective?â
Mu Qin sighed and replied, âThese are basic investigative skills.â
Finished speaking, Mu Qin stood up from beside the corpse, but he was still holding onto the corpseâs arm. At this moment, even he subconsciously wanted to let go. However, just then, unknowing whether or not it was his misperception, Mu Qin felt the corpseâs arm in his grasp suddenly tremble once.
This shocked him. He violently widened his eyes to look down and observe the corpse intently.
But the corpse was still a corpse. This man with a well-shaped physique had already become a piece of rotting flesh on the ground.
Perhaps it was nerve reactions after death that caused the muscles to twitch and react. Mu Qin thought so internally, but still squinted his eyes and gazed attentively at the corpse for half a day.
He stared until Qiu Zijia beside him felt something was amiss and began surveilling the surrounding noises and movements. The sky was already completely dark, and it had started to rain. The air became damp and cold, and they could vaguely hear the sounds of rain dripping onto the cement and mud.
BunnyGod: i caught a cold from my family less updates this week because thereâs an exam on saturday