Although boxer men are short, they are born strong. If they want to bring such a man down, the inertial thinking of normal people will naturally lock the murderer on both men.

In their opinion, all the men are present now, so the murderer must be in this small hall.

"I just got downstairs and came up from downstairs after hearing the sound." The man who spoke was the beer belly.

Someone asked: "Who can give you a proof?"

The beer belly man muttered, "I don't know anyone, and I didn't meet anyone at that time, saying it was really hard to prove this."

"That means, no one can prove it to you, that's it."

"Hey~ Why don't you understand people? I don't know anyone, who can testify to me? Anyway, he was like this before I came here. But you, where are you before, who can prove you!" The beer belly man began to fight back while defending himself.

......

While they were arguing, Luo Bai walked towards the man lying on the ground not far away. After approaching, he squatted down and touched the short man's carotid artery with his hands.

No pulsation.

He is dead.

Luo Bai frowned and withdrew his hand, then began to touch the skull of the deceased.

The skull was intact and there were no wounds on it. He was wearing clothes and could not see the scars. However, Luo Bai guessed that this man, who was as strong as a cow, did not die because of the trauma.

The reason was very simple. The clothes she could see were clean, without any scarlet, and the ground was also clean, without a trace of blood.

Not trauma, is it poisoning?

And just when Luo Bai wanted to flip the eyelids of this man—

"Hey, boy, what are you doing?" said the middle-aged white-headed man who was arguing with the beer belly man suddenly.

In an instant, everyone's eyes fell on Luo Bai.

Luo Baitou maintained a squatting posture, "At present, there are no obvious wounds on this person, so I don't think he died of trauma. I studied for a doctor in college, so I think I can have a brief examination."

The faces of the people present changed slightly.

Under the light, almost everyone's expressions had nowhere to hide, but Luo Bai asked naively as if he could not see their strangeness, "What's wrong, is there any problem?"

"No...no, no, no, no problem. But Luo Bai, will he be bad if you are aware of it? Why don't you wait for others to come and talk about it?" Lian Wu clenched her hair by raising her hand, and she looked a little unnatural.

"Let's leave it for now. What can you do alone? Let's talk about it when everyone comes. Don't mess with him, it's bad luck!" Someone answered later.

Little Mimi: [Dad, they seem to be quite afraid of, but what are they afraid of?]

Luo Bai: [The deceased did not die from external injuries. This means that even a woman who does not have a strong physique can still kill this man as strong as a boxer as long as she has tools in her hands. In other words, anyone has the ability to commit a crime.]

Little Mimi: [Dad, do you mean this person was killed by No. 3?]

No. 3, that is, continuous fog.

Luo Bai: [It is impossible to judge for the moment. But it is very certain that Lian Wu doesn't want me to expand the range of the murderer, so big that she can cover herself.]

Finally, Luo Bai, who was squatting on the ground, was pulled up by the fog, and the others also heard the sound.
Chapter completed!