"Is this possible?" Ye Feibai asked Lao He. If this idea is feasible, then there will be a breakthrough.

"However, there is, and this situation also happens." Lao He also came to God. If the victim knew him, it would be artificial.

Knowing that it might not be a ghost who committed the crime, Old He was much more energetic and quickly took Ye Feibai to He Xin's apartment.

The police have long explored all the materials here, and a lot of physical evidence has been taken away, but Ye Feibai is a Yin Hunter, which is different from ordinary people.

As soon as he entered the house, Ye Feibai smelled a strange smell, a smell of drying blood, but it was very weak and could not find the source.

"Did you smell anything?" Ye Feibai asked Gong Junming.

"The stench of a woman, cut it." Gong Junming stood at the door with his arms in his arms, unwilling to take another step.

"You are really strict." Ye Feibai smiled helplessly. What could he do? He could only go alone.

Old He stood at the door and said that he knew nothing about evidence collection and called him if he needed it. Ye Feibai had to agree and walked into this strange room alone.

The smell surrounded Ye Feibai all the time, and there was no source at all. This smell was everywhere, a disgusting smell of blood.

The first thing Ye Feibai went to was the bedroom. He rummaged through the closet. There was nothing special. What Ye Feibai wanted to look for was mainly whether she could meet other men.

There was no man's clothes in the closet and nothing, which proved that she might not have a boyfriend or something. She went through the bed cabinet and various cabinets again. Although there was no evidence to prove that she had a boyfriend, Ye Feibai flipped out a note.

"I like your heart, like a glass bead that falls into the sea, and I can never find it again. I only know that it has entered your sea, and I no longer look for glass beads, because I think that with your sea, I will find my heart again."

No signature, scribbled handwriting: "Who wrote this?"

"Someone likes He Xin? Could this person be the murderer? He was so angry because he was rejected." Ye Feibai pinched the note and felt very strange. Even if he was refused to kill someone, what did it have to do with the first two?

After looking through other things, Ye Feibai found nothing. He held the note and fell into deep thought: "This note was kept well in the cabinet, obviously, with the intention of keeping it, but why aren't it together?"

As soon as Ye Feibai closed his eyes, he thought: "By the way! AIDS, He Xin has AIDS. Could it be that this man who rejected this man but was brutally killed?"

Ye Feibai could not guess the result and was about to close the door and leave the house. The moment he pulled the door, he saw a bouquet of withered flowers beside the window. Ye Feibai seemed to have discovered a treasure and hurried over to check it out.

In Ye Feibai's opinion, some flowers will carry notes, and even if they are not printed, they can find out who the buyer is.

When Ye Feibai picked up the withered flowers, he smelled them. It was the smell of roses, which represented love. However, the flowers were tied up without labels and were rough. Without exquisite wrapping paper, they were simply tied together randomly, and even the thorns of the flowers were not removed.

"This is not like the flowers sold in a flower shop, this is more like..." Before Ye Feibai could finish thinking, he found that the spikes of the flower stalk were actually covered with a trace of dry blood, which had become dark red and black. However, according to Ye Feibai's profession's sensitivity to blood, he was still recognized at once.

"I'll go." Ye Feibai threw away the flowers in an instant. He Xin is an AIDS patient. Ye Feibai didn't know how long the virus could last without the body, but he was instinctively staying away.

But this time, a trace of curtains just swept open, revealing a hidden notebook.

"What is this?" Ye Feibai took the book and turned the first page, and then he understood it. It was written on it, "The Love Diary of the Otaku Girl."

"Love Diary? Who with whom? That man?" Ye Feibai was even more confused and didn't know what the situation was.

But after turning a few more pages, Ye Feibai understood it. It records a series of things that happened when He Xin first met that man. The man seemed to be a poet. Although he didn't know what the profession of a poet in this society is, Ye Feibai felt that it was not very simple.

"Mystery is a beautiful language, just like we don't know each other's lives, but we can talk from morning light to sunset."

Ye Feibai found another note in his diary. It seemed that these words were nonsense. Ye Feibai seemed to be just a culture but was whining without hesitation. To sum up, the meaning of this sentence is: "Let's be **, and we don't need to know the name."

He Xin's diary answers are very vernacular, not so artificial, but just expressing them in a tactful and implicit manner.

But the more I turned back, the more thrilling he felt, he felt that He Xin had AIDS, but this man didn't seem to know. It seemed that He Xin had never told the man, and the poor man was still licking He Xin, a beautiful and glamorous little nurse.

The story that follows is like filming a movie. He Xin was raped, but He Xin didn't seem to feel depressed and developed a strange sexual fetish.

"That feels so great, I swear, it's happier than rubbing my aunt on the wall."

This is He Xin's original words. Ye Feibai's face turned green when he saw it: "What?! Auntie wiped the wall?"

Ye Feibai quickly used his carry-on knife to chisel a piece of powder from the wall. Sure enough, under the seemingly white wall, there was actually a dry blood-colored layer. In other words, He Xin first applied it to the wall with his aunt and then a layer of powder.

When Ye Feibai thought of the smell of the whole room, he almost vomited. He looked as if he was so blue. He took the laptop and exited the door. Gong Junming was leaning against the wall. When he saw Ye Feibai coming out, he immediately asked, "What did you find?"

"He Xin has a pen pal, or **, which may be a major suspicion. Gong Junming, you, go outside and stand." Ye Feibai dared not say directly that the house was an aunt's wall. He was afraid that Gong Junming would demolish the house with such a bad temper.

"Then let's go find him?" Gong Junming didn't realize what he was leaning on: "How can there be such a strange smell here? Has He Xin killed someone? It's so smelly."

Ye Feibai's face was a little stiff and difficult to answer, but he just told him to leave first. Ye Feibai was going to find a place to study the notebook carefully.

The sky had already started to darken. Ye Feibai stared at the sad sky, always feeling that things were not that simple, but he couldn't find the starting point and was in trouble for a while.

Another day was advanced towards the end of the test, and the only gain from this day was the unknown poet.

Ye Feibai stared at the notebook, interpreting line by line, and refused to let go of any details. His heart was shouting.

"Murderer, are you in there?"
Chapter completed!