The night was quiet, and the two black figures ran like a flying eagle on the roof.

Xu Yu, the two ran into a sparsely populated area, and jumped into a small mansion. The plaque hanging above the door of the courtyard was written with the word "Yi Zhuang".

The two people in Yuejin Yizhuang are both wearing black clothes and black towels on their faces, only showing a pair of eyes outside. The exquisite figure in black clothes has dusty temperament and cold eyes. It is Murong Xue, a slender black man. The man in clothes is full of righteousness and his eyes are like Moyu, it is Murong Ye.

In Yizhuang's dark paint, only a white lantern was hung on the left and right sides of the hall door. The black word "Dian" written on the white lantern was indescribably eerie and strange under the candlelight.

Murongye only felt a cold air pour into his body and instantly reached his limbs, and he froze his arms tightly and said miserably: "Sister, what are we doing here?"

"Look for evidence." Murongxue said lightly, walking lightly to the lobby and pushing the lobby door gently: Although the old man of Shouyizhuang had already slept in the duty room at the gate, he would not be quarreled. Wake up, but she still has to be careful ...

"Squeaky." The hall door was pushed open, and a cold wind blew out, whining, like someone whimpering.

"Oops." Murong Ye groaned, and swept behind Murong Xue, and followed her into the hall.

On the left and right sides of the hall, there are two rows of small beds neatly arranged, each lying on a corpse covered with white cloth. Murong Ye walked between the small beds, only to feel a gust of wind. He shuttled back and forth all over his body, his hair all standing upright, with a strange cry, he held his arm close to Murong Xue, and the close distance was almost sticking to her.

Murong Xue gave him a strange look: "Why? Are you afraid of dead bodies?"

"No, I'm afraid of ghosts ..." Murong Ye said sadly.

Murong Xue: "..."

Where the hell is this world!

Murongxue shook his head and leaned over in front of the little beds, carefully checking the nameplate of the dead hanging on the bed.

Murong Ye looked at her puzzled: "Sister, what are you looking for?"

"Look for the body." Murong Xue answered leisurely.

"Look for the body? Whose body?" Murong Ye asked.

"Li Xin's." Almost all the bodies found in the capital city's murder case will be sent to Yizhuang, waiting for their inspection. Li Xin's death is also considered a murder. His body should also be placed in Yizhuang, but how can she find it? Throughout the entire Yizhuang hall, I couldn't find it ...

Murongxue frowned, puzzled eyes, looked around inadvertently, and saw a room, the door was half open, and there was a small bed in it, and there was a corpse covered with white cloth ...

Murongxue's eyes lit up, and he quickly walked over. When he got closer, Murongxue could see clearly. There was a nameplate on the small bed and the word Li Xin was written.

Murong Xue was relieved for a long time, Li Xin's body was indeed here, um, Li Xin's death involved the four princes, emperors, special cases, so the people of Yizhuang put his body in such a small room alone in the room……

Murongxue thought, reaching up and lifting the white cloth covering Li Xin's face. In an instant, there was a thick rotten breath, and Murong Ye, who had just run to the small bed, smoked back and clutched his nose: "Why is it so smelly?"