After getting married, the deceitful doctor and concubine turned wild

Chapter 118 Blue Slime
"There's some truth to what you said." Hong Yi took a deep breath and glanced at Yanhonglou. She was really reluctant, but when she closed her eyes, she saw the bleeding scene of Cuizhu's eyes. She couldn't take it anymore, and said softly, "Otherwise, let's stay at the Peace Hotel first and see the situation."

Qiuya felt that this method was feasible, nodded, and the two picked up the burden and hurried out of the Yanhong Building.

Mother Yang led Ning Moqian to the door of the room where Cuizhu died.

"This is the room where Cuizhu died, and there are three vacant rooms, each belonging to the three girls with red cards. If you want to find clues, just go in directly. There are signs on the door of each room, and no one will stop you. "Mother Yang glanced around and said in a low voice, "Miss Ye, you also saw what happened just now. All the girls are afraid that they will be next. They are worried all day long. I hope you can catch the murderer as soon as possible. "

"I will do my best."

After Ning Moqian watched Mother Yang leave, she turned her gaze to the closed door of the room. There was a wooden sign next to the door with the word Hongyi written on it.

The door was pushed open, and an indescribable smell came on her face, some musty, some rouge, and an ambiguous smell that she was familiar with and unfamiliar with, which made her blush. .

Old man Jiang said that the deceased died suddenly when they were in the room or in the room. Even so, a room that has been vacant for a few days should not still have this smell.

The further he went inside, the worse the unpleasant smell in the room became, and he had to cover his mouth and nose with his sleeves.

There is a round table, a dressing table, a screen, a wardrobe and a bed in the room. Although there are not many things, the various decorations are extremely luxurious.

She walked to the closet and opened it. It was full of colorful clothes. After checking, she didn't find anything suspicious. She walked slowly to the dresser. The rouge powder on it was not properly placed. He died before he had time to return to his original position.

The mirror on the dressing table reflected her shadow, and there was an incongruous red patch on her face that was originally dazzling. The corners of her mouth rose slightly, and she turned her gaze directly to the bed behind the screen.

When I walked to the bedside, the quilt on the bed was in a mess, and no one came to clean it up. Maybe it was because the official order did not move the crime scene. Maybe it was because I was afraid of being unwilling to enter the room. The situation at the time of the incident.

This bed should be the place where Cuizhu and the murderer lingered. People in the yamen should have searched carefully, and there were no clues. Even so, she was unwilling to give up any clues.

She stretched out her hand to lift the quilt, and at a glance, she saw faint blue light emitting from several places on the sheets, and hurriedly stepped forward to check it carefully. Sure enough, it was exactly the same as what was stained on the wound of the old Taoist priest, but there was no strange hair here.

If it was done by the same person, there must be something similar in the other victim's room.

Time was running out, she thought of this and hurried out the door to go to the room of the first victim, Furong. The room was similar to Hong Yi's room, but the decorations in the room were more luxurious, except that the bed was clean, and even the bedding was clean. It hasn't been opened. Did someone clean the room?

No, if someone cleans, Hongyi's room should also be cleaned, the only explanation is that Furong didn't die on the bed.

(End of this chapter)