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This apartment was found by Fang Xiu.

He knew very well where Yan Yaoling lived. After getting off the car, Fang Xiu immediately rushed into the building.

He kept praying in his heart, praying that nothing would happen to Yan Yaoling.

But when Qin Manjiang was about to follow him, he paused for a moment, then looked up at the balcony on a certain floor.

Just now, there seemed to be sight?

That Miss Yan is just afraid...

"Mr. Qin!"

Fang Xiu stood in the elevator and urged.

Qin Manjiang withdrew his gaze and followed.

On the thirteenth floor, Fang Xiu rushed out of the elevator, hurriedly took out his spare key, and opened the door.

Qin Manjiang followed closely behind him, and not long after, Qin Manjiang heard a terrified scream.

The scream came from Fang Xiu.

As a criminal police officer, even if he is just joining the job, Fang Xiu will not have too much emotional fluctuations in the horrific and bloody scenes. He has received training in this area.

What made him scream so uncontrollably was entirely because such a tragic situation could have been avoided. It could even be said that Yan Yaoling's death was caused by Fang Xiu.

Qin Manjiang walked into the house and closed the door behind his back.

Although there was a police officer here, he still didn't want other neighbors to be called in because of Fang Xiu's screams in the middle of the night.

As soon as he entered the house, Qin Manjiang felt an unbearable coldness and a hint of blood.

The lights have been turned on.

Ice picks were condensed everywhere in the house, from the ceiling to the floor, and even in some places where ice should not be frozen, such as on the sofa.

However, these are secondary. The really tragic thing is the deceased Yan Yaoling.

Her death was very tragic. Her body was cut into pieces of flesh with sharp blades and neatly piled on the bed. Logically speaking, if this was the scene of murder and dismemberment, there would be an unimaginable amount of blood.

However, there was not that much blood on Yan Yaoling's body.

Fang Xiu picked up the broom and cleared a path through the ice picks on the floor. He shivered and knelt in front of Yan Yaoling's bed, his eyes full of regret.

Qin Manjiang also came closer and looked carefully at the pieces of meat on the bed.

Yan Yaoling's body was very complete. Although it was cut into pieces of meat, the meat was frozen and was where it should be, so not only was there little bleeding, but the shape of the body was also preserved. Quite complete.

If it weren't for the cuts, it would be hard to tell that this was a dismembered body.

"Ice...it's ice!" Fang Xiu was trembling all over, "That person's permanent prop is related to ice..."

"I must find him..."

"must……"

He murmured, as if he was confessing to Yan Yaoling, and also seemed to be convincing himself.

But at this time, Qin Manjiang said: "Instead of guessing who the other party is, I think... you should think about what you should do if you encounter this situation, right?"

Qin Manjiang kicked the ice pick on the ground to pieces, walked slowly to the window, and took a look outside: "The doors and windows are intact. This is the thirteenth floor again. How did he disappear?"

Fang Xiu seemed to be a little out of control. He roared angrily: "How do I know! They are neither human nor ghosts. What if they can teleport directly? What if they can remotely control ice to kill people?"

Qin Manjiang had a smile on his face, but looked at Fang Xiu without any smile: "You will only make me think that you have no value."

He made no secret of his disappointment in Fang Xiu, and his cold tone also made Fang Xiu, who was trapped in complicated emotions, sober up a little.

Why did I yell at this Mr. Qin?

It was unexpected that he was willing to help...

"I'm sorry..." Fang Xiu took a deep breath and stood up.

Qin Manjiang didn't seem to pay much attention to it. He turned around and walked towards Yan Yaoling's body, squatting beside the bed and carefully inspecting the wound.

The wounds were too neat, as if they were cut instantly by some kind of extremely thin blade, like some kind of cold laser?

Moreover, for a dismembered corpse, there was very little blood on her body, and it must have been frozen as soon as it was cut open.

"I think you should also know that those players who have integrated permanent items and are chasing you have no more than one ability at most, and that ability is derived from their own permanent items."

"If the opponent can move instantly, he won't be able to create ice cubes like this."

"That person must have entered this room personally and killed Yan Yaoling."

Having said this, Qin Manjiang reached out and touched some blood beside the wound and on the bed.

Fang Xiu subconsciously wanted to stop it, but he realized that this kind of murder was not the job of the police.

"Police officer," Qin Manjiang rubbed the blood on his hands and asked, "Based on your judgment, is the blood a little thinner?"

Qin Manjiang's words made Fang Xiu, who was immersed in negative emotions, look at the scene seriously.

Although it is said that the person was killed by strange means, as Qin Manjiang said, there is only one kind of strange ability. If the other party leaves traces, relevant clues can be found!

He felt that when he looked at the remaining blood, he discovered a problem almost immediately.

"There is water, the blood is diluted by water!" Fang Xiu stared at the blood stains.

Although there is very little residue of these blood stains, the clues can still be seen.

Qin Manjiang nodded with satisfaction, and continued: "There is no sign of struggle in this room. Miss Yan died instantly. There are ice picks everywhere in this room, but the wounds that ice picks can cause are holes at most. It is impossible." To create a cutting wound, if it’s ice, at least thin, hard ice will do that.”

"Moreover, those ices need to be controlled by the same consciousness in order to cut the corpse in such a neat and almost simultaneous manner, causing Miss Yan to die instantly."

"I think it's the murderer himself who has the ability to turn into ice."

Qin Manjiang's eyes slowly scanned the entire room.

"Perhaps, the murderer of Miss Yan is still here."

Finally, he stared at the air conditioner drain outlet and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Maybe it's not necessarily that he has turned into another form of ice now."

Fang Xiu's scalp went numb. He understood what Qin Manjiang meant, and he gently checked the drains everywhere in the house, whether it was on the balcony or in the bathroom.

Finally, like Qin Manjiang, he locked his eyes on the drain outlet of the air conditioner.

Otherwise, it's too unusual... The air conditioner is still on, but the air blowing out is cold air.

Fang Xiu took a deep breath, and with the hint from Qin Manjiang's eyes, he rushed to the air conditioner drain outlet and pulled off the drain hose!

And yet...there was nothing in the drain hose, not even a drop of water.

Fang Xiu was discouraged and looked at Qin Manjiang: "The murderer may have other weird abilities, or maybe... he left through the drain on the balcony..."

"No, you have found it," Qin Manjiang took the drainage hose in his hand, took a look at it, handed it back to him, and said with a smile, "If the air conditioner is on, no matter what, there will be some water stains in the drainage hose. , but there’s nothing left in this hose.”

Fang Xiu also noticed it, right...it shouldn't be so dry!

Just as he was about to continue asking something, he suddenly saw Qin Manjiang's expression change slightly.

"Then, please continue to investigate in this direction. I will contact you again. Goodbye."

Qin Manjiang nodded slightly and said suddenly.

"Qin..."

Fang Xiu couldn't see clearly. As soon as he opened his mouth to ask Qin Manjiang where he was going, Qin Manjiang had already opened the door.

"correct."

Qin Manjiang stood at the door and turned his head slightly:

"Please take this time to be careful yourself, and then help me check on a friend. I want to know her information."

Fang Xiu looked at Qin Manjiang blankly. Now, the rhythm of the conversation was completely in Qin Manjiang's hands.

"Her name is Mi Qiao, from Yuecheng."

(The copy has started!)