Chapter 1050 Manzhu Luohua

"The body was cut open, and the huge amount of bleeding even cracked the solid wood floor."

Just one sentence is enough to reveal a lot of information.

For example, the deceased was a girl named "Xiao Lianlian", who should be similar in age to the little boy, about seven or eight years old.

The parents or guardians of the deceased should not be at home often, because only in this case would the blood soak the floor.

This resulted in Xiao Lianlian not being discovered for a long time after her murder.

Even the body must have been discovered by a neighbor, otherwise the death scene would not have been described in such detail, even the details of the floor could have been spread.

That is to say, Xiao Lianlian should have been the only one in the house when the murderer committed the crime.

And the murderer's goal should not only be to kill, otherwise there would be no reason to use such cruel means to persecute such a young girl.

Of course, if the murderer is a ghost, it does not mean that he will not use such killing techniques.

The women and children had already left, leaving no chance for Mei Sheng to lead the way.

Ji Li and Mei Sheng did not look back for this reason. After all, if they wanted to get any clues, they could just go directly to the Family Building No. 302 to find their employer.

Hearsay is far more accurate than asking questions from the ground up.

However, before six o'clock in the evening, an inexplicable kidnapping and a horrific murder cast a terrifying shadow on this mission.

…

The family building at No. 302, Chengxiang Port, is an old-fashioned tube building that is very conspicuous.

When Ji Li and Mei Sheng arrived, there were already two women and one man wandering in front of the building. They seemed to have been here for a long time and were a little restless.

Before Ji Li came closer, the three of them had already come running from a distance, with joy on their faces.

"Store manager, I've waited for you. We thought we went to the wrong place."

The leader of the three people is a middle-aged woman. She is not tall and looks like she has just reached 1.6 meters, but she speaks with confidence.

What he said seemed relaxed, but his attitude was still a little restrained.

The two people behind, one is an ordinary-looking young woman, and the other is a tall, middle-aged man.

These three people, all from the Tenth Store, have different looks and don't look like they match each other.

Ji Li was naturally a complete stranger to them. He nodded slightly, walked slowly towards his destination, and said:

"Tell me your names."

The first middle-aged woman, walking on the right side of Ji Li, heard this and said crisply:

"Store manager, my name is Li Dahong. I have performed three missions and possess a confrontational crime object."

With Li Dahong's template, the remaining two people also introduced them one by one.

"My name is Hu Nuannuan. I have performed a mission and there is no crime."

"I am Yuan Kuan. I have performed two missions and have no crime."

Ji Li could see something from just a brief contact with these three people.

For example, Li Dahong, although not outstanding in appearance, is obviously a person with a very active mind, is extremely calm, and has some leadership abilities.

That strong man Yuan Kuan, you can tell from his appearance that he has very good physical strength. Even if he is wearing a thin cotton suit, you can see the muscles inside.

As for the ordinary-looking Hu Nuannuan, she is just an ordinary young girl, but she should not be too mediocre.

Quan Liang probably chose these three people because they all had their own skills, and did not "choose randomly" as Ji Li said.

"Mei Sheng."

Arriving at the door of the family building No. 302, when Ji Li was about to open the door, Mei Sheng suddenly said this.

Ji Li paused for a moment and opened the thick, dusty iron door. The spring made an uncomfortable sound, as if it would snap if he applied more force.

The building gate with no safety at all is simply useless.

Yuan Kuan was the last one to enter the corridor. After entering, he kicked the iron door with his foot, then blocked the door with a stone and asked at the same time:

"I remember, the mission didn't seem to specify which floor or room it was on?"

Li Dahong glanced at Ji Li and Mei Sheng in front of him, and then nodded to Yuan Kuan.

It seems that she doesn't have an answer to this question. She is very lucky that Yuan Kuan asked this question "appropriately".

Ji Li was wearing a mask, but he could still smell the choking dust in the corridor, and even faintly smelled the lingering smell of blood.

He tapped a door on the right with his cane, then walked up the stairs, saying as he walked:

"A very brutal murder occurred in this building, and it was related to our employer.

Now during the New Year's Day, no one will be here to celebrate the New Year except our employer. Whichever room has someone in it is the place we are looking for. "

…

There was no words to say all the way, and the depressive atmosphere spread after the "homicide" came out.

When Ji Li stopped in front of the shabbiest door in the building, he knew he had come to the right place, because there was a smell of death inside that he couldn't ignore.

There was a knock on the door.

Mei Sheng looked at the house, her eyes faintly seeming to want to penetrate the wall and look directly at the real place of death.

Finally, her eyes were fixed on the pitch-black carpet at the door, and she gently pushed Ji Li with her hand, indicating that he would give up her position.

She grabbed the carpet with her hands and lifted it up without hesitation. One corner of her long apricot-colored windbreaker was stained.

But at the same time, the carpet was pulled away, and a white elongated petal appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Mei Sheng lightly crushed the petals with her fingertips, held the pale petals in her hands, and looked at them carefully.

"What kind of flower petals are these?" Yuan Kuan asked

Li Dahong recognized it at a glance and said three words:

"Higanbana."

She seemed familiar with this kind of flower and explained in a low voice:

"Flower of the Other Shore, you should all have heard of it. In fact, it is nothing in itself, but the folk legends about "Flower of the Other Side" are full of mystery.

It is said to be a flower that blooms in heaven, blooming in the seventh month of the lunar calendar, lasting longer than summer, and blooming in autumn. It is a flower that grows by the Santu River. Legend has it that the fragrance of the flower has magical powers and can evoke the memory of the deceased. "

After hearing this, Mei Sheng looked at the petals intently and gave another explanation:

“Snow-white and blood-red Hibiscus flowers both represent death, but they are slightly different.

Red Manzhu and Shahua are scattered all over the road to hell, and the flower language is "the call of hell".

White Manchurian flowers bloom on the road to heaven, and the flower language is "Letter from Heaven".

Both represent death, but one prefers another interpretation of death: rebirth, while the other prefers hesitation and wandering about pain and regret: degeneration. "

This kind of flower obviously shouldn't appear in this building, especially at the first scene of a murder case, but it happened to be there.

It is not difficult to imagine that the flower of the other side may be a valuable clue in this mission, maybe because of its symbolic meaning, maybe because it is special.

Mei Sheng put the white Manzhu Luohua into a sealed bag, stored it and said:

"What appears on our mission is the Manju Luohua, which represents death as rebirth, which may be important."

Ji Li listened to all this silently without speaking, but he did feel the fast pace.

A petal has set the tone and atmosphere for this mission - "Death is rebirth."

At the same time, the door opened.

A man wearing a cotton coat and hat appeared in front of the five people, holding a thermos box, and seemed to be startled.

He was stunned for a moment, then took a step back, knocked over the thermos box, and found a shiny short knife in his hand. He asked in a low voice with red eyes:

"Who are you?"