This is a man whose actual age is much smaller than his appearance.

The rough face was filled with ferocity, but the red eyes were not because of anger, but because of fatigue.

The bad tone after holding the short knife showed a retreating posture, which clearly was not an attack, but a warning.

Obviously, this is just a sign of a very high mental tension, even almost collapsed, facing strangers.

Ji Li reached out and pressed it on the inside of the security door, shifting his gaze to the living room behind the man, and his face changed slightly.

The scene inside the house flashes back and forth in the darkness and blood.

There were a lot of splattering blood on the yellowed walls, and the walls facing the door were almost turning into blood-red murals.

The floor in the center of the living room has a slightly raised edge, and the gurgling blood is flowing down the stairs like a stream, filthing its original color.

The human body tissue is discarded at will, sticking to the wall, resting on the ground, sofas, corners... a large number of red, white, and black pieces can no longer tell which part of the flesh and blood are.

This is simply a Shura field.

In this hell-like scene, a little girl in light white pajamas stands right in the middle.

She held a wooden knife handle with a fruit knife in her hand, her head hung around her neck, and her dead fish-like eyes stared at Ji Li stupidly.

After Ji Li blinked for the second time, the old house and the middle-aged man in front of him were still there.

He knew at first glance that he was right.

He carefully examined the man in front of him, and came uninvited and entered uninvited.

A group of five people poured into the house from the door, forcing the middle-aged man to retreat step by step until his body hit the shoe rack. He exclaimed:

"Who are you?"

Ji Li raised his cane and moved the short knife that was shaking in front of him, and looked at the man and said softly:

“We are the ones who come to help you solve your problems.”

...

"The Seventh Spiritual Detective...What does this mean? Are you not police?"

Tian Wenyong frowned into the word "chuan", and kept looking at Ji Li, Mei Sheng and the other five people, saying it very bluntly.

Ji Li stood at the edge of the living room, staring at the carpet laying in the center of the living room, as if he could see the broken little girl who had once lying here.

Li Dahong sat next to Tian Wenyong, patted his thighs with both hands, and advised:

"Tian Wenyong, although we are not police, we are detectives, who serve our employers specifically and can meet all your needs.

About Xiaolian Lian...

I believe that as a father, you also hope to solve the case as soon as possible, find out the real murderer, and give Xiao Lianlian justice."

Hearing his daughter's name, Tian Wenyong, the rough man, was shaking his hands, and his red eyes raised to look at Li Dahong, but he didn't say anything.

At this time, Yuan Kuan, who was standing behind the sofa, added a fire and said:

"Although I don't have children, I think if I were you, my daughter would be killed for no reason and just huddled at home and waited for the police to notify me.

If I have a little chance or a little hope, I will seize it. I will hesitate for a second and I am sorry for my father's identity."

Tian Wenyong was tall and big, but he was obviously an honest man. He was so excited by Yuan Kuan that he was trembling all over, but he didn't say anything back.

Finally, after hesitating for a long time, he then stared at him and said:

"Okay, I believe you, I can hire you to help, I will give you all the money!"

A hint of joy flashed in Li Dahong's eyes, he secretly glanced at Ji Li and Mei Sheng, and quickly agreed:

"We don't want money. This is a voluntary service. We will help you find out the truth and return your family and your daughter to justice!"

This commission task is really special.

The person involved showed no sign of hiring before the task, but instead needed the spiritual detective to contact him on his own, giving him a feeling of being a home-to-door salesperson.

On this side, Tian Wenyong, Li Dahong and the other three had a further background understanding.

Since this time, the main line is to solve the case, the family background of the victim Tian Xiaolian must be very important.

While Li Dahong and others were busy, Ji Li and Mei Sheng had been staying in Tian Xiaolian's bedroom for a while.

This is a very ordinary small bedroom.

Tian Xiaolian's family is not rich. Although she has a room herself, nearly half of the space is filled with some debris.

The space that truly belongs to Tian Xiaolian is nothing more than a desk and a bed.

Ji Li flipped through a small pink schoolbag and sat at the desk and looked at Mei Sheng in confusion.

After Mei Sheng lifted the bed board to check, she turned around in confusion and looked at him.

The two of them searched Tian Xiaolian's bedroom and searched through her belongings, but found nothing suspicious or worthy of attention.

This is a very ordinary, very ordinary first-year primary school student, that's all.

But the problem arises here.

Why did such a little girl become the target of the murderer? She killed her in such a terrifying way...

Not to mention whether the murderer is a ghost, is he really killing people irregularly?

Ji Li thought it would not be, because such an approach would mean that there was no chance to solve the case.

The identity of the murderer is possible, either a human or a ghost, and judging from the method of committing the crime, the possibility of being a ghost is higher.

If this kind of identity is committed indiscriminately and kills people without distinction, there is no possibility of short-term solving of the case.

The two of them, who were unwilling to give up, searched in the small bedroom again and looked out all the debris.

After another fruitlessness, they went to the master bedroom, which was the room of Tian Wenyong and his wife.

...

Half an hour later, at 17:51, Ji Li and Mei Sheng walked out of the bedroom one after another, with no expression on their faces.

This shows that their searches in both bedrooms ended in nothing.

At the same time, Li Dahong and the other two were inquiring about Tian Wenyong to the end.

Li Dahong stood up from the sofa with a recorder and notebook, nodded solemnly and said:

"Then let's do it first. We will contact you if there is any situation in the future. Keep your phone open during this period."

After saying this, she nodded slightly at Ji Li, signaling that there was no problem, and she wanted to leave.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! Ji Li frowned and walked out. When he was about to arrive at the door, he suddenly turned around and looked at Tian Wenyong and asked:

"Have Tian Xiaolian told you anything before she was killed?"

Li Dahong had asked about this question before, but Tian Wenyong did not hesitate and shook his head decisively and said:

"No, the last time Xiaolian called us was three days ago, and the school had to pay 800 yuan in the book fee."

Ji Li nodded, but changed his mind and asked again:

"Then how did you give her the book fee?"

Li Dahong and Tian Wenyong were stunned at the same time. Obviously, this follow-up question was something they had not paid attention to before.

After thinking for a while, Tian Wenyong pointed to the direction of the master bedroom and replied:

"There are more than 3,000 cash at home, and it is hidden under the mattress in the master bedroom. I asked Xiaolian to get it myself."

Ji Li narrowed her eyes, turned her head and looked at Mei Sheng, as if she was confirming.

Mei Sheng nodded slightly and whispered quietly:

"There are only one thousand three left under the mattress in the master bedroom, and Tian Xiaolian took away most of the whole thing."

In fact, this cannot be considered a very strange thing, and it is even a very common thing for some children, but this is already a little doubtful about Tian Xiaolian.

After Ji Li wrote down this point, he didn't ask anything else and wanted to go out.

"etc."

When the five people turned around, they saw Tian Wenyong kneeling on the ground, tears fell from their faces covered with gullies.

"I have no ability or money, but you can help me regardless of the reward. I will thank you for Xiaolian."

He didn't say much thanks, and this overly honest man kept kowtowing, shaking the floor with a "bangdong" sound.

Until the security door was closed, Ji Li could still hear the sound of kowtowing behind the door.
Chapter completed!