My Xiuxian QQ

Chapter 49
Zhao Zidong stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows with a gloomy expression, watching the private detectives rushing about with cold eyes, with a hint of impatience besides grief.

He was not a patient person, so when the police spent half a day but couldn't find anything, he directly hired some of the best private detectives in Yuzhou City at a high price.

But it has been a few hours now, and these private detectives who claim to be the best in Yuzhou City are wandering around his villa like headless chickens, let alone looking for the murderer , Didn't even find any useful clues!
"Mr. Zhao." A private detective walked over shaking his head and sighed, "I'm very sorry, after my careful observation, I found that there are a lot of people coming and going in your house recently, even if the murderer left clues here, I’m afraid it’s not easy to identify.”

Zhao Zidong's face sank immediately. He is the owner of the only four-star hotel in Yuzhou City. He doesn't know how many people usually come to his house to give gifts to flatter him. Even an idiot knows this. Detective came with a special reminder?

Zhao Zidong said sharply: "I took the risk to fire the guarding policeman and paid you a lot of money, but you told me that you can't do anything and can't find the murderer? Do you think my money is easy to get?!"

The man hurriedly said: "Mr. Zhao misunderstood, since I can't find a clue, I will return the money to you exactly!"

"Hmph!" Zhao Zidong snorted coldly.

At this time, another private detective came over and asked, "Mr. Zhao, is the first crime scene of the deceased really the downstairs living room? Is it possible that it was in his bedroom, and then..."

"Enough!" Zhao Zidong yelled angrily, "The most experienced policeman in the criminal police team has confirmed that this is the scene of the first crime. If you can't find any clues, return the money to me and get out!"

The private detective's face immediately turned ugly. In their profession, face is very important. If the employer questioned his ability face to face, who would dare to look for him after the word got out?

"Mr. Zhao, I'm not your employee. I can insult you at will. If you don't apologize to me today, I..."

"****piss off!!"

Zhao Zidong's heart exploded with anger, and he couldn't bear it any longer, so he kicked him up.

The private detective was unprepared, and was immediately kicked upside down. He rolled around in the living room a few times. His forehead, hands and feet rubbed against the hard mahogany floor, and his skin was broken and blood was seen.

"Ah, Zhao Zidong, you dare to hit me!?" The private detective struggled to get up, looking at Zhao Zidong with red eyes, "I'll fight you!"

Zhao Zidong's face was gloomy, and he stood there without retreating a step, looking coldly at the private detective who rushed up.

The private detective next to him hurriedly came up to try to persuade them to fight. The business of private detectives is not big in Yuzhou City, and they all knew these people, so they finally persuaded them.

Zhao Zidong's son died, and he was in a bad mood and wanted to kill someone. Naturally, he would not bow his head and apologize. He just stared at these private detectives with cold and stern eyes, and inexplicable pressure immediately pervaded the entire living room.

Although several private detectives didn't find any clues, they still gritted their teeth and checked every corner carefully.

At this moment, Lin Sun, the private detective who successfully got rid of Fang Tianzheng with the excuse of "unnecessary", came in. When he came in, he heard some noises, but he didn't mind his own business.

"Huh?" The private detective who tried to persuade the fight just now suddenly pointed at the mahogany floor, and his whole body seemed to be trembling slightly, "This, why is this gone?!"

Others thought that he had found some clues, so they rushed over, but they followed his fingers and saw that there was nothing on the mahogany floor?

Everyone looked at the private detective strangely.

Zhao Zidong also came up, his hands behind his back without saying a word, and he looked coldly at the private detective who made a fuss.

"No, the blood is gone!" The private detective yelled anxiously, looking at the previous detective who was kicked to the ground by Zhao Zidong, "Didn't you bleed just now? Why is there nothing on the floor!!"

Several private detectives narrowed their eyes, and one or two of them were covered with goosebumps.They looked at the mahogany floor, so clean that not even a footprint could be seen!
Especially the detective, who was still bleeding from his forehead, was even more anxious to take two steps forward. Looking at the place where he fell just now, sure enough, he couldn't find a trace of blood.

"This, this is impossible, I just fell down and bled a lot, I..."

Just then, a drop of blood from the detective's forehead fell onto the mahogany floor.

Everyone, including Zhao Zidong, looked over for the first time, and then... one or two all backed away in shock.

"This floor... this floor..." Someone screamed in panic.

I saw this drop of blood, like a living thing, crawling from the mahogany floor to the gap between the floors, and then slowly burrowed into the crack.

After a few breaths, there was no trace of blood on the mahogany floor!

"This, this..." Several private detectives were a little confused.

But Lin Sun suddenly remembered Fang Tianzheng's nagging words, is there really such a thing as Feng Shui in this world?

Zhao Zidong trembled all over, muttering to himself: "Ghost, there must be ghosts, dig, dig, dig out the ghosts below!!"

At this moment, Lin Sun suddenly went to the side, picked up a water glass, and poured it down towards the gap where the blood disappeared just now. However, the gap in the mahogany floor is extremely tight. into the ground.

The haze in everyone's mind became heavier.

Lin Sun suddenly raised his head and looked at Zhao Zidong: "Boss Zhao, according to the police autopsy report, did all the blood in the victim's body disappear strangely?"

Zhao Zidong came back to his senses, pondered for a while, and nodded. He vaguely guessed something in his heart, but it seemed to be covered by a layer of tulle, and he couldn't connect it no matter what.

Lin Sun excitedly said: "Boss Zhao, do you have live chickens or ducks at home?"

Zhao Zidong nodded subconsciously: "It's in the kitchen, why, did you think of something?"

Lin Sun nodded excitedly, turned around and walked into the kitchen. When he came out, he had a tied up big cock in his left hand and a kitchen knife in his right.

"Are you...?" Several private detectives had an inexplicable urge to escape from this place.

Zhao Zidong was stunned, as if he had realized something.

At this moment, Lin Sun slashed the big rooster's wing with a single knife, and the chicken's blood surged instantly.

But for a big cock, this knife is far from fatal!
Lin Sun hesitated, and finally threw the big cock on the floor.

Then, under the shocked eyes of Lin Sun, Zhao Zidong and several other private detectives, chicken blood flowed slowly into the ground along the cracks in the mahogany floor.

This process lasted for 10 minutes until finally, all the blood on the big cock was drained!
"Dead?" A private detective kicked the big cock in disbelief, and it was indeed bleeding to death.

Zhao Zidong's eyes darkened for a while, and he almost couldn't stand up. He finally knew how his son died.

Last night, for some unknown reason, my son didn't eat a single bite of food, and only drank alcohol. He must be hungry in the middle of the night. When he came down to find something to eat, he accidentally fell to the ground, broke his skin and bled, and then, Then, the redwood floor sucked all the blood from his whole body!

Just like this big cock!
"Under normal circumstances, whether it's a person or an animal, as long as the wound is not too big, the blood will slowly coagulate and form a scar even without any treatment, but if there is an external force that keeps sucking blood from this wound..." Lin Sun His face was also as pale as snow.

With his many years of detective experience, he has never encountered such a weird thing. The mahogany floor can actually suck blood?

This is simply Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio!

The other detectives have also sorted out the cause and effect, so they are not willing to stay here any longer, especially the detective with the wound on his body, who didn't even take his briefcase, and ran out in fright.

"Boss Zhao, since I already know the cause of your young master's death, I won't stay any longer." Lin Sun also hurriedly put down the kitchen knife and ran outside.

I really can't stay here any longer.

(End of this chapter)