Chapter 1388: The truth of death (1)

Chapter 1388 Truth of Death (1)
In the dead of night, the two black figures, like flying eagle, run at the top of the roof, and they are as light as they are.
Speaking, the two ran into a sparsely populated area and jumped into a small house. On the plaque hanging above the courtyard door, the words "Yizhuang" by Sen Bai were written.
The two people in Yuejin Yizhuang are dressed in black, wearing black scarves, only showing a pair of eyes outside, sleek black people, temperament dust, eyes cold, it is Murong Xue, slender black Clothing people, full of righteousness, such as ink jade, is Murong Yu.
Yizhuang is black and lacquered. Only a white lantern is hung on the left and right sides of the hall door. The black ‘make’ word written on the white lantern is so gloomy and incomprehensible under the illumination of the candlelight.
Murong Yu only felt a cold air pouring into the body, and instantly reached the limbs. He was frozen and hugged his arm. The miserable road said: "Sister, what are we going to do here?"
"Look for evidence." Murong Xue said faintly, let go of the light to the front of the hall, gently push the hall door: although the old man of Shouyi Village has already slept in the value room at the gate, basically will not be noisy Wake up, but she still has to be careful...
"Oh." The hall door was pushed open, and a gloomy cold wind blew out, screaming like someone was choked.
"Oh." Murong screamed, and slammed into Murong Xue, followed her into the hall.
On the left and right sides of the hall, two rows of small beds are arranged neatly. Each small bed is lying with a body covered with white cloth. Murong walks in the small bed and feels a gust of wind. He shuttled back and forth all around, his body's hair was erected, and he screamed. He held his arm close to Murong Xue, and the distance was close to him.
Murong Xue looked at him strangely: "What? You are afraid of dead bodies?"
"No, I am afraid of ghosts..." Murong Yu said that his heart is flawed.
Murong Xue: "..."
Where is the ghost in this world!
Murong Xue shook his head and leaned over the small bed, carefully looking at the nameplate of the deceased on the bed.
Murong looked at her inexplicably: "Sister, what are you looking for?"
"Looking for a body." Murong Xue answered eagerly.
"Looking for a body? Whose body?" Murong asked.
"Li Xin's." The bodies found in the Beijing murder case will almost be sent to Yizhuang, waiting for the test of the singers. The death of Li Xin is also a murder case. His body should also be placed in Yizhuang, but how can she find it? The entire Yizhuang Hall was not found...
Murong Xue's incomprehensible frown, cold eyes looked around, inadvertently, saw a room, the room door was half open, faintly visible inside a small bed, a bed covered with a white cloth ......
Murong Xue’s eyes lit up and walked quickly. Before arriving, Murong Xue saw it clearly. There was a nameplate on the small bed and the letter Li Xin.
Murong Xue was a long sigh of relief. Li Xin’s body was really here. Well, Li Xin’s death involved the four emperors, the emperor, who was in a special case. Therefore, the people of Yizhuang placed his body alone in such a small room. in the room……
Murong Xue thought about it, reached out and opened the white cloth covering Li Xin's face. In an instant, a thick rot of breath rushed in the face. The smoked Murong just ran to the crib and slammed his nose back and forth: "How is it so stinky?"
(End of this chapter)