After much persuasion, Liuli finally realized that it was not a war and there was no need for a large formation.

Chen Feng entered the Soul-Suppressing Department alone and openly.

Qiu Chen who was on duty tonight happened to be Ou Julian.

Chen Feng first went to say hello to him, and then whispered to him.

Ou Julian was so loud that he got up and brought out the jar of wine.

Not long before long.

There was a sound of yelling and yelling in front of the Zunhou Ban's room.

Half a tour of wine.

Ou Julian used the excuse that there were hot dishes in Qiuchen's house, so he led the gates of the two Dali Temples to open.

Chen Feng, who was hiding in the dark, went into the house in the dark and gently closed the door with his backhand.

Is this the first crime scene?

Chen Feng listens to the art of the earth and passes back the sound waves, and looks at things in the dark like observing during the day.

The decorations inside Lin Zhonghou’s house, like a 3D scan, formed a clear three-dimensional picture in his mind.

It was like a touch-type three-dimensional screen in front of him, and everything in the house was constantly dismantled and reorganized and restored.

There are no signs of fighting...Suicide is ruled out...There is no movement track in the house...The beams, windows, lattices, doors and latches, and no rope scratches...There are no ice cones melting water stains in the house...There are murders in the secret room...

Chen Feng firmly believes in the experience of his past life - there is no perfect crime in the world, and traces will be left after passing by geese.

The 3D model of the oil lamp passed through his mind and was picked out by him alone.

Zoom in, then zoom in, Chen Feng discovered something unusual.

Usually, the wick will become twisted when immersed in tung oil, and the top of the lit wick is black and burnt. As the combustion time passes, if the lights are brighter, you must use a needle to continuously lift the wick.

Nowadays, the wick of the oil lamp on the table is not dark in black and burnt color. The wick exposed outside is a launching device, which looks like a blooming flower.

Chen Feng judged that either the lamp oil was impure, causing the fire, or there was something wrong with the oil lamp.

Chen Feng reached out to hold the oil lamp, and then thought about it and shrank back.

He covered his eyes and his eyes gathered.

The oil lamp is not ordinary and has problems.

It was made of paper.

If Chen Feng had not had the ability to cover his eyes and could see through the essence, he would not be able to see through the naked eye alone.

This is interesting... Chen Feng's mind showed the vivid paper man he had just returned to the Soul-Superior Division and saw in the sacrificial hall... What is the purpose of placing a paper-made oil lamp on the table of Marquis Lin Zhong, who took it himself, or did someone deliberately put it on?

Moreover, the quality of this paper-made oil lamp is far higher than that of the paper people in the sacrificial hall, and has reached the point where the magical skills are fake and real.

If you insist on making an analogy, it will be comparable to what Iron Wire Make and Sugar Man Chapter made.

Chen Feng started his brainstorming and thought that those who possess such skills must be one of the six Yin art craftsmen.

Chen Feng has met many such craftsmen who have reached the pinnacle.

The first one is to make tricks on Concubine Rong's cousin Fan Dali.

The second one is Lin Enda, the father of the stele man Lin Xiaomu.

The third one is the Sugar Man chapter called Sugar Man.

Fan Dali died when he went to the palace to avenge his cousin, Lin Enda turned black and Lin Mang and was eaten by the hunter. Tangren Zhang killed all over the world because Tangren's granddaughter melted.

They all have one thing in common, they all act because of hatred.

In view of Chen Feng's respect for the spirit of craftsmanship in his previous life.

His speculation at this time was to enter the prerequisite of "acting because of hatred".

Chen Feng secretly speculated that the paper-making craftsman who is suspected to be involved in the Lin Zhonghou case is also due to "hate".

Lin Zhonghou’s death is a revenge killing?

Then the question arises again. What are the grudges between Lin Zhonghou and the paper craftsman?

Chen Feng opened his eyes and looked around. Except for the oil lamps that were made of paper, the rest of the decorations in the house were normal.

Instead of making random speculations, it is better to make a vague judgment.

Chen Feng took out three six-eyed ghost dices that had not been used for a long time, and the God of Gamblers possessed them and directly went on his body.

The God of Gamblers possessed him and added three six-eyed ghost dices. He was once abducted by Yan Mubai by a tooth and saw miraculous effects on his tracking.

The fuzzy judgment of the range of non-affirmation is very accurate.

Chen Feng held the six-eyed ghost dice and pushed it to the table, blessed by the God of Gamblers, and asked: "Will the Marquis Lin Zhong die between the Xu hour and the Hai hour?"

The Six-Eyed Ghost Dice gives three 6 affirmative answers.

It was indeed the same as the estimated time of Dali Temple.

"Did Marquis Lin Zhong die by his killing?"

Chen Feng did not ask who died in this precise direction.

Instead, it is a vague judgment based on whether to die from homicide.

Six-eyed Ghost Dice rolled out the affirmative reply of "666".

As expected.

Chen Feng then asked: "Is the murderer a paper craftsman?"

The six-eyed ghost dice rolled for a while, and the numbers were arranged in garbled.

I understand, the question is too detailed, and the papermaker's wording has entered the fine link.

Chen Feng changed his question, "Isn't the murderer a human being?"

The six-eyed ghost dice jumped, and three 6 gave affirmation.

After asking this, Chen Feng no longer needs to ask.

But this alone is not enough to clear your suspicion.

The death of Marquis Lin Zhong was not artificial.

The speculative range is relatively wide.

With the particularity of the Soul-Suppressing Department, Chen Feng first eliminated ghosts.

His gaze once again looked at the paper-tied oil lamp.

The idea of ​​paper man killing someone flashed through his mind.

Paper man is not a demon, and he will not be discovered by the demon mirror of the Soul-Suppressing Department.

Paper people have no soul and will not attract the attention of the Soul-Suppressing Monument.

Chen Feng locked the suspicion on the paper craftsman.

The emergence of the sacrificial hall became a clue.

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There is also an autopsy on the body of Lin Zhonghou and find out how he died.

"Paper Man." Chen Feng pointed at the table and murmured to himself, but unexpectedly the oil lamp on the table suddenly became bright.

The orange lights exploded quietly, and a faint blue light shone on Chen Feng's face.

Chen Feng looked up.

A serene voice rang out.

It was like it was burning incompletely, with burnt confetti, and it piled up like flowing water in an inconspicuous place.

A burnt black paper that was burnt beyond recognition and was broken stood in front of Chen Feng.

A faint sound rang slowly, as if it was a sound of something plaguing, holding it.

"You're calling me?"

...

Inside Dali Temple.

Zeng Shuyou was accompanied by the coroner and examined the body of Marquis Lin Zhonghou.

The coroner was an old man. He looked at Lin Zhonghou's hands that were cramped into chicken feet and said, "I have been experiencing an autopsy for so many years, but I have been scared to death to such a miserable person. It is the first time I have seen him."

He muttered, and without waiting for the reply from Zeng Shujiao, he said to himself: "Lin Zhonghou showed signs of bile flowing in his throat, and there were traces of suspected burning by gastric juice. His pupils were more than three times larger than ordinary people. His pupils were not focused, and they were cracked in white pupils. The muscles and meridians of the body had solidified spastic contraction. The whole person shrank a circle, and from the outside, it was in line with panic cracks and died of panic cracks."

"But one thing doesn't make sense."

"Sir, please see." The coroner used bamboo strips to break open Lin Zhonghou's mouth, pressed his stiff tongue, and showed the deep throat wall. "The mucous membrane was stained with burning paper scraps, and it was suspected that he had swallowed the paper before his death."

"Is there anything in my stomach?" Zeng Shuyou's eyes lit up and he said, "Secreting the corpse and extricating the stomach."

"Sir, you have thought about it. Marquis Lin Zhong is not an ordinary person." The coroner said, but he was wearing a sheep intestinal glove on his hand, and a sharp little leaf blade appeared in his hand.

The coroner could not wait to unbutton Lin Zhonghou's clothes.

"No obstacle, despite the solution, finding the true cause of death is more important than anything else."

"Sir, please dodge a little and don't break your blood."

After the coroner finished speaking, he just opened Lin Zhong Hou Waichang and exclaimed: "No, retreat."

Lin Zhonghou's chest was undulating, and it was bulging like a bulge, and it exploded with a bang. A broken paper man as big as a finger rolled and crawled out of Lin Zhonghou's stomach.

The dense nests of ants were as if they were poked into a fountain-shaped nest.
To be continued...