Thinking about it, Wang Ye's eyes turned slightly cold, he took the boning knife and walked in silently.
There was a pool of dried blood on the floor of the living room.
It seems to have been a while.
The sofa was completely out of shape and almost completely shattered in the middle.
The walls are full of scratches.
Xiaosi stood silently in the corner, with a little blood on his hands.
Looking at Xiaosi, Wang Ye's expression became more solemn.
Because there was a scratch on Xiaosi's cheek, and a little blood flowed out, as if it had been scratched by a sharp weapon.
Although Xiaosi's abilities have been almost completely sealed.
But based on his physical strength alone, he is almost the top existence in the entire Shangjing City.
And this guy who broke in... was able to hurt Xiao Si...
Wang Ye took a deep breath, tightened his grip on the boning knife, and kept searching in the room.
pity...
The guy who broke in seemed to be gone.
Silently putting down the boning knife, closing the door, and looking at the broken sofa, Wang Ye sighed slightly.
After all, I can be considered a master, but Xiaosi is still a ghost...
With such a combination, why do some people always run to their homes every day?
As if remembering something, Wang Ye opened the secret compartment of the room and found that there were broken paper money and candle fragments. Wang Ye fell into deep thought.
I haven’t come into contact with many people.
Did Zhang Ziliang send someone here? Pointless.
He believed that Zhang Ziliang was a smart man, and the two were still cooperating, so he would not do such a thing that would kill the goose that lays the egg.
Of the remaining people...
Faces flashed in Wang Ye's mind.
Suddenly, Wang Ye's pupils shrank slightly, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
for a long time...
He stood up silently, went to the study, opened the new A-level intelligence website Zhang Ziliang gave him, and logged in.
'The cemetery in the suburbs has a watchman. '
I entered the keywords and waited for a while for a few scattered messages.
It’s still the same nutritious content as before, as well as a few blurry photos.
Because there have been no supernatural incidents, Tianzhu has canceled the observation of the cemetery on the outskirts of the city.
There are very few records about the old man who was born in the old age.
It just writes about a delirious old man who voluntarily received a meager salary and applied for a shift job.
"So...this old man still has thinking, but his thinking is a little unclear?"
Recalling the stiff tone of the old man's words, Wang Ye pondered slightly.
All that's left are a few random photos taken in a cemetery on the outskirts of the city.
Wang Ye rowed carelessly.
Suddenly, Wang Ye's expression stiffened slightly, and his eyes revealed deep surprise...
Then he hurriedly swiped back and clicked on a photo.
In the photo, there are familiar tombstones.
On one of the tombstones, a black and white photo can be vaguely seen.
What really frightened Wang Ye was... he knew the owner of this photo, and could even say he was very familiar with it.
Zhou Han!
In the black and white photo, a woman is wearing a retro cheongsam, which still cannot hide her sexy figure.
There is a gentle smile in her beautiful appearance.
In an instant, cold air swept through Wang Ye's body.
He quickly looked at the name of the deceased on the tombstone.
Ji Ziqian!
"Isn't your name Zhou Han?"
Wang Ye forced himself to calm down, took a deep breath, and entered Ji Ziqian's name in the search bar of the intelligence network.
Soon, all the information about Ji Ziqian was displayed.
Ji Ziqian, 1976-1990.
Villagers of Tieqiao Town.
A strange disease broke out in the village, resulting in the collective death of the entire village.
Because Ji Ziqian had a wealthy distant uncle in his family, he was buried in a suburban cemetery.
Attached below is a brief introduction to the event.
However, as an ordinary villager, there is not much recorded information.
Wang Ye had a serious expression, frowning deeply, looking at the computer screen silently, lost in thought.
Obviously, this Ji Ziqian is the person before Yongye.
But why is there a photo of a villager wearing a cheongsam?
You must know that at that time, cheongsam was only worn regularly by wealthy families.
And looking at the photos, Ji Ziqian's gentle and elegant temperament is obviously inconsistent with the villagers.
A strange disease, and a rich uncle who left no information in the file...
"Now...even that crazy woman is full of secrets..."
Wang Ye said quietly, and then he seemed to suddenly think of something, and smiled bitterly: "When it comes to secrets, I seem to have a lot."
Thinking about it, Wang Ye sighed, straightened his expression, opened the door, came to Zhou Han's door, and knocked gently.
for a long time...
The door was opened, Zhou Han stuck his head out through the crack in the door, tilted his head and looked at Wang Ye cutely: "Little brother, why did you come to me on your own initiative!"
"Could it be..."
"You finally accepted my kindness!!!"
Zhou Han said with surprise.
Wang Ye looked at Zhou Han silently: "It seemed like there was a burglar in my house just now. I want to ask you if you heard anything."
Zhou Han lowered his head in disappointment: "I thought you were here to find me."
After saying that, Zhou Han lowered his head resentfully, thought about it seriously, and shook his head: "But no, I was studying that rosary just now~"
"oh."
Wang Ye nodded lightly, turned and left.
"Hmph! A real man!" Zhou Han frowned, snorted at Wang Ye, retracted his head from the crack of the door, and closed the door heavily.
As the door closed, Zhou Han's face instantly turned pale, without any color at all.
There was a horrific wound on her chest, and blood... slowly dripped down her chest.
There were blood-stained gauze everywhere on the floor inside the house.
Zhou Han put his hand on his chest, and every step he took seemed to take a lot of effort. After a long time, he slowly sat on the sofa.
"I don't know if there will be any scars..."
Zhou Han finally couldn't bear the severe pain, and fell asleep with a murmur.
On her chest, the muscles at the edge of her horrific wound were squirming slightly. Visible to the naked eye, the wound was slowly healing...
…
After returning to the house and sitting on the chair, Wang Ye fell into deep thought.
It is recorded in the files that Ji Ziqian does not have a daughter, let alone twins.
But...resurrection from the dead?
And something happened that made her character become so weird.
Listening to the voice she spoke just now, her voice was obviously weak... Could it be she who sneaked into her room...
The series of information gave Wang Ye a headache and silently closed his eyes.
Xiaosi on the side still didn't make any movement, but a drop of blood faintly dripped from his white jade hand, making a dull sound.
