The watchman turned his face stiffly, looked at the house on his left, and took a few steps back, shaking his calves.

"Zi~ga~" came another sound, like the sound of long and sharp nails scratching on the door.

The watchman trembled with his legs and used the moonlight to clearly see the plaque hanging in front of the house. It was better not to look at it, but he was so frightened that he fell to the ground.

He saw a rectangular plaque hanging above the dark house, and the two characters Yizhuang broke into his sight without warning.

"Bang!" The watchman didn't care about eating. His legs were weak and he couldn't get up. He crawled forward with his hands and feet in a daze, screaming from his mouth.

"Creak~" Along with the sound of the wooden door being opened, a shrill scream sounded in the middle of the night.

After a while, it fell silent again.

In the night breeze, the bright white roses blooming at the corner of the inner corner of the village were stained with thick blood, and the dazzling red color appeared particularly dazzling on the white petals.

——

When Shi Yi, whose face was half covered, arrived at the scene, the prefect was doing the finishing work. The scene was in a mess, with blood splattered everywhere. The ground, the black coffin, and the walls were all splattered with blood. It looked extremely scary.

Only the surrounding white roses bloomed in unusually bright and eye-catching blooms, which were snow-white and bright, attracting people's attention.

This is the most tragic death in recent days.

All that's left is a pile of dregs.

Shi Yi came closer, and the white roses were swaying in the wind, as if waving to her. Suddenly her eyes focused, and there seemed to be thin lines of red marks on the white petals. She pinched them through a square towel, and the juice of the petals was revealed.

It's actually red...

While looking at the blood sticking everywhere, a terrifying thought formed in Shi Yi's mind.

When he got up, the body had been carried away by the widower. The Yamen had no choice but to find other clues and had to close the case hastily.

When Yi walked out of the door, she was greeted by pairs of bright eyes, staring straight at her. They just quietly gathered in small groups, staring at her.

Shi Yi: "..." This attention seemed so polite and solemn that she even got goosebumps.

——

Game day eight.

It is still a sunny day, the wind is beautiful, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant. It seems to be a good day to go out and play.

But on the spacious street, no one could be found.

At the same time, the death toll soared, and the number of people recorded alone had reached 383.

The people hid in their homes and shivered, and even began to pray to gods and worship Buddha.

Pray that the gods will appear to protect you and those close to you to be safe and sound.

But obviously this is of no use.

The number of people dying for no reason is still doubling.

An atmosphere of fear and depression enveloped the entire Kyoto.

Those who were interested even discovered that this horrific death seemed to only happen in Kyoto, so those who were alert to this began to pack up their belongings and flee with their families.

——

Late at night on the eighth day of the game.

In the room next to Yizhuang, Wu Zuo was staying up all night to examine the body.

In order to clarify this matter, the pressure from above made them, who were temporarily recruited, unable to do anything, so they had no choice but to conduct autopsies day and night, just to find a result.

Today, almost all the works in Kyoto are concentrated here.

Doing things that are closest to the deceased every day, they are also very panicked, for fear that it will be their turn next.

"Hurry up. Three more bodies have been sent from outside. They are all relatively representative. We have to move faster, otherwise no one can bear the burden when the prefect comes to ask!" The leader is a man over fifty years old.

, who is considered the most senior person here, is also frowning at this time, with a worried look on his face.

The superiors placed all their hopes on them, and the pressure was indeed great. Some of them had not slept well for several days and were in high tension every day.

A short man stood in the corner of the room, holding the knife tightly in his hand and slashing at the body covered by the white cloth again and again. His eyes were bloodshot and there was anger in his heart.

This is the only way to vent your own dissatisfaction and resentment.
Chapter completed!