"Boom!"

The weather is like a three-year-old baby, whose face changes at every turn. It was a bright and sunny day just a moment ago, but in the blink of an eye it is covered with dark clouds.

The silver-white Razer swims in the ink, vaguely, making it difficult to see clearly.

Due to the influence of the weather, the temperature also began to drop sharply.

Fan Ren stood in the twin sisters' room, staring coldly at the corpses in front of him.

I don’t know if it’s because of the cursed land, but the corpses of the twin sisters still maintain the appearance they were found earlier, and don’t have much odor.

The girls, full of youth, lay quietly.

With pale faces and tightly closed eyes, ignoring the solidified blood on the ground and the hideous wounds, they seemed to have just fallen into a sweet dream, a sweet dream from which they would never wake up.

After watching for half a minute, Fan Ren sighed, then walked to the door and checked the door handle.

After a moment, he finished what he had to do and received the information. Fan Ren controlled his strength and slowly closed the door, fearing to disturb the girls' sweet dreams.

"Brother forensic doctor, so you are there. I just knocked on the door of your room. No one answered. I thought you were asleep." Fatty Wang, who was standing in front of Fan Ren's room on the other side of the corridor, waved from a distance.

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"Looking for some missing clues."

Fan Ren walked over expressionlessly: "Is something wrong? It's okay. I'll take a rest."

"It's nothing wrong. The main reason is that you didn't open the door even though the knocking was so loud. I'm worried about you." Fatty Wang said.

"I think you were worried that something might happen to me, so you didn't identify the werewolf. Don't worry, there is a high probability that the werewolf would not kill someone in broad daylight. Since there is nothing wrong, I will go and rest first. Thank you for your concern."

Fan Ren was speechless at Fatty Wang's familiarity.

Fatty Wang scratched his head, stepped aside knowingly, and said with a smile: "Okay."

After closing the door, Fan Ren did not lie down in bed to rest.

Because he had confirmed his suspicion, he was inexplicably excited.

It's like when you're playing Go and you're at the end of your rope, you suddenly find a gap, and then you make a great move and you survive the desperate situation.

Fan Ren has already identified the werewolf who has been stirring things up behind the scenes.

What the other party did left no trace. If he hadn't used his psychic powers to get the images the twins saw before they were alive, he probably wouldn't have been able to figure out who the werewolf was.

Walking to the window that was blurred by the rain, Fan Ren tapped the window continuously with his fingers, trying to shake the rain off the glass.

Rainy days are the weather he hates the most.

Despite this, Fan Ren couldn't help but smile stiffly at the thought of being able to get away from this strange place.

After staring at his reflection on the glass for dozens of seconds, he suddenly felt that what Fatty Wang said was quite reasonable. He should practice how to laugh.

The strange practice began.

Room for men with glasses.

The decadent uncle stood by the window, expressionlessly looking at the man with glasses sitting on the chair with his back to him.

"I'm sorry, uncle, I lost my temper yesterday. I came to you to discuss the noon voting meeting."

The man with glasses turned his head and said with a smile:

"Sticking to the old rules, let's vote for the fat guy during lunch. He looks harmless and is easy for people to ignore. This kind of person is more likely to be a werewolf."

He tried his best to analyze why he chose Fatty Wang.

"Okay, just follow what you said." The decadent uncle also smiled, but his smile was a little cold.

The man with glasses, who originally thought it would be a waste of words, breathed a sigh of relief and turned his head: "Then it's settled, we can definitely survive."

At this moment, the decadent uncle did not speak. He began to walk lightly and slowly approached the unsuspecting man with glasses...

I don't know how long it took for Fan Ren to practice his smile until he became slightly more like a normal person.

Feeling that time had almost passed, he clicked on the screen of his mobile phone and looked at the current time.

It's almost twelve o'clock, I guess the old housekeeper will have lunch ready soon.

Rubbing his stiff cheeks with both hands, Fan Ren opened the door and went straight downstairs.

When he went down to the second floor, he found that the door of the bespectacled man's room was ajar, but he didn't think much about it, thinking that the man was just ventilating, so he didn't look in.

In front of the dining table on the first floor, the old housekeeper was placing freshly cooked food. The aroma and heat mixed into the nasal cavity. Fan Ren felt that this kind of life was a bit comfortable.

"Butler, do you need help?"

The old butler kept a professional fake smile: "Dear guest, I won't bother you anymore, I will come."

"Okay." Fan Ren said as if he was chatting with the old housekeeper: "Old housekeeper, how long have you been working here?"

Hearing this, the meticulously dressed old butler paused for a moment before replying: "I can't remember, it's been so long that I almost forgot what time is."

Fan Ren didn't say anything when he heard the old butler's answer. He walked to the relatively new gramophone: "Do you mind if I play some music? I always feel that the air is a bit dull."

"I don't mind, as long as your guests are happy." The old butler said with a low eyebrow.

As soon as he finished speaking, white noise rang out, and then a resentful female voice came from the gramophone.

"...Nightlife is all about food, clothing, housing and transportation. If you are not drunk, you will get drunk, and you will waste your youth..."

Fan Ren originally thought he would play pure music such as violin music, but he did not expect it to be such a bourgeois song with a flashy atmosphere.

"Wocao!"

Fatty Wang's screams instantly covered up the female voice on the gramophone, and Fan Ren followed the sound.

Only the old housekeeper seemed to be immersed in the singing and ignored it at all. Instead, he just held the air and danced.

Fan Ren walked up to the second floor and found everyone standing around the door of the bespectacled man's room.

Looking inside through the gap between several people, I saw a man with glasses lying on the table in the guest room, motionless.

The gradually expanding winding blood snake at his feet indicates that his life may have passed.

Pushing the other three people away, Fan Ren turned over the body of the man with glasses. A huge gash opened in his throat, and scarlet red continued to gush out from it.

The man with glasses died, completely.

At the same time, Fan Ren also saw the last scene he saw in front of the boy with glasses.

He saw the murderer, an unexpected murderer.

Taking his hands off the body, Fan Ren frowned and looked at the other three people. Without exception, they all had bloodless faces.

"The death methods of the deceased and the twins were similar. Both the throat and vocal cords were severed, and they eventually died of excessive blood loss." Fan Ren said calmly, "Okay, let's go downstairs to have lunch first. The old housekeeper has already prepared it."

"..." Fatty Wang hesitated to speak.

The tough man obviously relaxed, and he agreed: "Yes, you still have to eat when you need to eat."

The decadent uncle was silent and his face was gloomy.

The shocked people, at Fan Ren's urging, went downstairs and sat down at the dining table.

The gramophone was still playing songs, and the old butler was busy in the open kitchen, seeming to be preparing the evening menu.

Facing the steaming food, except for Fan Ren who was not affected by the incident, the other three people had no appetite and just ate haphazardly.

After all, Fatty Wang couldn't help the fear in his heart. He said tremblingly: "Why do werewolves kill people in the daytime?"

"It is not explicitly mentioned in the rules that werewolves can only kill at night. Previously, they only killed people because they were hidden at night and were not easy to be discovered." Fan Ren swallowed a piece of medium-rare steak.

"Let me go, forensic doctor brother, you have just watched the dead people, but you can still eat this blood-streaked steak." Fatty Wang opened his mouth slightly.

"Just get used to it. After all, I am a forensic doctor." Fan Ren took a sip of champagne. "Also, who said that the person who killed the man with glasses was a werewolf? In fact, this was a murder that happened during the day."

"Oh, you mean backstabbing among civilians?" the tough man interjected.

"Bingo, are you right, Mr. Butler?"

Fan Ren licked his lips and looked at the old housekeeper not far away.

The old housekeeper raised his head in confusion: "Guest, why can't I understand what you are talking about?"

Not only the old housekeeper showed doubts, but the other three people also looked at Fan Ren with puzzled faces, not understanding why he said this.

Fan Ren stood up, turned off the phonograph, and then rang the bell on the dining table:

"Mr. Butler, oh, no, Mr. Werewolf, how could you not understand?"
Chapter completed!