Chapter 105 Flaws in the Death Prophecy (Please Subscribe)

Zhu Zheng hurriedly arrived with Lao Dao and Anna.

A glance passed over and he saw most of the scene in the room.

Mogu was hung from the ceiling by a red rope. His face was cyanotic, his eyes were turned up, and his body was stiff. He had been dead for a long time.

Lei leaned against the door, muttering to himself.

"It's so outrageous that he opened the door for me. It's outrageous. It's outrageous. No, it's outrageous. It's grandma's house."

Si Guo walked around the room, and from time to time he leaned under the table and beside the bed to check, but he was careful not to touch anything, showing he was extremely experienced.

As for Tang Qiaoyu.

This girl stood obediently in the corner, holding snacks in her hands, her cheeks bulging, and she looked like a melon-eating crowd.

Zhu Zheng glanced at these people and then looked at the room.

He quickly took in the layout and details of the room.

At this moment, he seemed to see something, his pupils shrank slightly, and his face darkened.

But he quickly adjusted.

Lao Dao gently tugged at the corner of Zhu Zheng's clothes and whispered: "God Lord."

Zhu Zheng shook his head slightly, indicating that he should stop talking.

At this time Si Guo came over.

"We failed and Mogu died."

"What about the time of death?"

"Judging from the stiff state of the body, the time of death was between 9 and 12 hours."

Zhu Zheng glanced at the clock on the wall.

It's half past seven in the morning.

In other words, it is possible that Mogu hanged himself at 9 o'clock last night?

But Zhu Zheng clearly remembered that Si Guo and Mo Gu were together last night and stayed until very late.

They also did it via video.

Lei came over, looking weak and weak.

"So this is outrageous. Last night we stayed with Mogu until one o'clock in the morning. We didn't let him go back to the room until he was too sleepy. In addition, we also checked the room specifically and found nothing abnormal."

"But when we came to find him this morning, we found that Mogu was already dead. Te Miao's death time didn't match up at all."

"Is it possible that it was a misjudgment?" Zhu Zheng looked at Si Guo.

"The specific time of death has to wait for professional examination by the forensic doctor, but I think it should be about the same time as I guessed."

Si Guo's tone was quite firm.

Unlike temporary workers like Zhu Zheng, he is a formal member of the secret agency and has received professional training.

Having said that, it must be certain.

Zhu Zheng frowned tightly.

They were obviously still together at one o'clock in the morning, so how did Mogu hang himself four hours ago?

Could it be that two Mogu exist simultaneously in the same space-time dimension?

Zhu Zheng felt a little confused.

He sorted out his thoughts and continued to ask: "Are there any other clues?"

Si Guo shook his head.

"My gut feeling is that it was a homicide, but I can't find any evidence."

While several people were talking, Hansa hurried over with the police.

Knowing the identity of the owner of the villa, the police acted quickly.

They cordoned off the scene, and experts arrived one after another to conduct criminal investigation on the scene.

Zhu Zheng and others were also persuaded to leave by the police.

They didn't mind either and returned to the living room to await the results of the police investigation.

After a while Hansa came in.

His face was pale and he looked worried.

Zhu Zheng asked curiously: "Your face has been ugly since just now. Did you notice anything?"

Hansa trembled and said, "There's something wrong with the rope, the rope Mogu used to hang himself."

Zhu Zheng recalled.

The rope used by Mogu to hang himself is made of several strands intertwined together.

The rope has complicated knots, which is indeed different from ordinary hemp rope.

"For my master's birthday next month, I customized a batch of red ropes inlaid with gold threads to hang the ornaments. Due to the cumbersome process, it would take a week for the ropes to arrive."

Zhu Zheng took a breath.

"That means Mogu hanged himself at nine o'clock last night using a rope that would arrive a week later?"

At this point, the incident became more confusing.

At this time, the police had already completed the on-site investigation work and came out one after another.

Si Guo showed his identity as a secret agency and successfully obtained the police investigation report.

After taking a few glances, he said unwillingly: "There is no clue left at the scene. This is a supernatural death."

Zhu Zheng and Lao Dao Anna looked at each other for a few times.

Just now, they had vaguely noticed the scent of mythical creatures in the room. It seemed that the incident was not simple.

Zhu Zheng had a headache.

It has something to do with time again. I won’t run into the Hounds of Tindalos again.

He touched the old seal he carried with him and felt much more at ease.

Because clues were lost, the investigation into the death prophecy incident was forced to stop.

Except for Si Guo who was a little reluctant, several others focused on Robert.

Unfortunately, they also hit a snag with Robert.

It was completely different from what Robert described. His sleep quality was actually very good, almost like sleeping on the pillow.

But for some reason, he always said that he had trouble sleeping, always dreaming about the wasteland, and being chased by mysterious creatures.

And his body is indeed getting weaker day by day.

In order to crack the secret, Zhu Zheng spent 100 points to exchange for the Nightmare Apostle, allowing him to enter Robert's dream to see what happened.

However, the Nightmare Apostle did not discover Robert's dream.

It seemed that his body was asleep, but his consciousness was pulled away by a special being.

"It's really weird."

Zhu Zheng pulled his hair and felt a little bald.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Looking at Robert who was almost skinny and could be blown away by a gust of wind, Zhu Zheng felt a little headache.

You won’t fail in accepting a commission for the first time, right?

While he was thinking wildly, Si Guo ran over panting, with a look of surprise on his face.

"I found it, I finally found the flaw."

"What's the flaw?" Zhu Zheng asked smoothly.

"The flaw in the death prophecy." Si Guo looked excited.

In these days, Tian Siguo mobilized all the relationship networks and reorganized the death prophecy, finally allowing him to find the flaw.

He handed a photo to Zhu Zheng.

On the photo was a scrawled signature with the word "Hanseatic" written on it.

"What's this?"

Zhu Zheng looked at Si Guo doubtfully.

"This is the flaw. The murderer deliberately pursued time confusion to create weirdness, but had no intention of revealing his flaws."

"I inquired through a friend and found out that Hansa had indeed customized a batch of gold wire ropes, but the factory had sent a sample of the rope. I compared it with photos and found that the rope used to hang Mogu was the sample sent by the factory."

"Because the rope was mixed with gold wire, it was a valuable item and required an on-site signature before it could be received. I followed the clues and found the courier, but it had been a long time and he couldn't remember it clearly. He could only provide the information that the recipient left when signing for it. Handwriting.”

"As long as we find the person who received the express delivery through the writing, we can find new clues."

Sikong talked eloquently, his face full of confidence.