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Chapter 383 I Don't Know
I don't know when, the room became more and more cold, and several people in the room couldn't help shivering.

Following He Lingjiang's movements, the beating of the rice grains became more and more urgent, making a crackling sound when they hit the ground.

Zhou Yun's eyes widened, he held his breath and looked at everything in front of him.

With a sound of "snap!", the tightly closed doors and windows were suddenly opened, and a gust of wind gushed in, causing the yellow paper money on the table to fly all over the sky.

The wind was blowing heavily, Zhou Yun and the others were blown so hard that they could barely keep their eyes open, they tried their best to raise their sleeves to cover their faces.

He Lingjiang waved his hands lightly, and the raging wind subsided in an instant, the room returned to the previous calm, and the yellow paper money dancing in the air also fell lightly to the ground.

Her eyes were slightly deep, she fixed her eyes on the void in front of her, and said slowly: "Green Soul Bead, show your form."

Zhou Yun and the others felt that the candles in the room went out for a moment, and then the stars lit up again, and a gray mist appeared on the opposite side.

They suddenly felt a chill all over their bodies, and their hairs couldn't help but stand on end, the feeling of coolness almost soaked into the marrow of their bones.

As He Lingjiang's words fell slowly, the hazy gray-white mist became more and more distinct, and finally condensed into a clear human figure.

Dai Mei lightly brushes the green mountains in the distance, bright eyes look sideways at the autumn waves, green and green clothes are full of jade, and her figure is unstoppable.

If one ignores the lifeless gray and white on her face, this description is really beautiful.

However, when everyone looked down again, they couldn't help but gasp.

The cut made by the pipa string was so deep that it almost split half of the neck.

Following the beauty's movements, the beauty's hibiscus face rested on her neck, feeling quite precarious.

"You called me here." Luzhu looked straight at He Lingjiang, Zhou Yun and others who met her gaze couldn't help trembling in their hearts.

He Lingjiang's expression was blank, and he nodded: "It's me, I'm He Lingjiang."

"He Lingjiang..." Luzhu lowered her head slightly, shaking her head slightly.

After death, people are all dead souls, except for a few people who have obsessions, lingering in the world and unwilling to leave.The rest of the dead souls will return to the underworld of Mount Tai, gradually forgetting the past.

Although Lu Zhu died not long ago, it took her a lot of effort to remember when she had heard this name before: "It's Mrs. He from Buyuansi..."

"Yes." He Lingjiang nodded, with a gentle voice, "Luzhu, I summoned you to ask you something. Do you remember who hurt you?"

Luzhu looked up at her, her eyes were full of confusion: "I don't know..."

He Lingjiang couldn't help frowning: "I don't know?"

It's not that I don't remember.

"Yes, I don't know." Luzhu shook her head slightly, and the head on her neck shook Zhou Yun's heart.

"So you have never seen the murderer?"

Luzhu frowned and pondered for a long time, and then slowly said: "I have never seen it before. I remember that before I died, I was discussing the music score with Mr. Sanlang of the Zhou family. After drinking a cup of tea, I fell into a deep sleep."

"When I opened my eyes again, I saw my body lying in a pool of blood..."

Speaking of her own death, even though she had no hatred in her heart, she couldn't help but feel fluctuating. The cold wind in the room suddenly tightened, almost tearing people's skin.

He Lingjiang raised his hand and waved the kneading formula slightly on her body, and Luzhu felt her mood calm down.

"Thank you Mrs. He Qi."

When she was alive, she wanted to be an oiran lady in peace and stability, and save some money for retirement.

Now that she is dead, she has no intention of being a ghost for revenge, she just wants to be reincarnated honestly, and she doesn't want to be eliminated as a troublesome ghost.

"Where is Mr. Wednesday?" He Lingjiang asked, "Have you ever seen Mr. Wednesday's whereabouts?"

Luzhu shook her head: "When I woke up, Mr. Zhou was no longer there, and I was alone in the room."

In this way, she did not see Zhou Zhou Lang kill her with her own eyes, but she also did not see Zhou Zhou Lang not killing her.

It seems impossible to use the mouth of Luzhu to wash away Sanlang's grievances.

Zhou Yun couldn't help feeling cold.

He Lingjiang frowned when he heard the words, logically speaking, even if Luzhu fell into a coma, she would turn into a ghost and leave her body at the moment of death, she should be able to see the appearance of the murderer.

But now I don't see anything, there is only one possibility.

That is, she died after the murderer left, and she had been in a deep coma during the period.

Wu Zuo had examined her body, and found that there was no fatal poison in her body, and the only fatal injury on her body was the scar cut by the lute string on her neck.

He Lingjiang raised his head to look at her neck. Such a deep cut showed that the other party struck hard and cut off her trachea and blood vessels at the same time.

It stands to reason that with such a fatal injury, death is almost instantaneous, how could the murderer escape in an instant without letting Luzhu see his figure?
unless……

She lowered her head in thought, then raised her head abruptly: "Unless, the murderer used a spell to temporarily seal Luzhu's soul in her body, delaying the time for her soul to leave her body after death!"

This technique is not difficult for those who are proficient in profound arts.

Only in this way will the murderer have enough time to arrange his various plans.

For example, frame everything to Zhou Zhoulang...

Taking advantage of this time, he had time to leave string marks on the comatose Zhou Zhoulang, pretending that he had killed Luzhu, and then sent him back to the bedroom in Fuchu without anyone noticing.

Everything was settled, when Luzhu turned into a ghost and left her body, and realized that she was dead, she was the only one left in the whole room.

Who is the murderer, even she herself has never seen it.

Even if someone who is not related to the department is invited to summon the soul to ask the case, it is futile.

On the other hand, Zhou Zhoulang's suspicion cannot be cleared, so the murderer can only be him.

No wonder the murderer struck so hard.

Only by casting the spell to seal the soul, and then cleanly and swiftly ensure that Luzhu dies, when the time is up, the spell will be broken naturally, without anyone noticing, even Luzhu thinks that she has just passed away and died.

Du Shennian, who stood silently by the side, said coolly: "Miss He Qi, I don't understand those things about your metaphysics. But the evidence pointing to Mr. Zhou Zhou is real. Even if the victim, Lu Zhu, is summoned Those who come here have not been able to wash away their suspicions."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Even if all your speculations just now are true, how can you prove that the murderer is not Zhou Zhoulang?"

"How could it be Sanlang!" Zhou Yun shouted, "He doesn't know profound arts, so how could he do this?"

Du Shennian snorted coldly: "Even if he can't, isn't it impossible to have other helpers?"

"What's more, if it's as Mrs. He Qi guessed, the murderer is proficient in profound arts, so it wouldn't be difficult to kill Luzhu's soul directly, right? Why bother?"

He Lingjiang sighed in a low voice: "Yes...why bother?"

(End of this chapter)