...

The people from the Demon Slayer Department left, and Yin Shui'er said that she would investigate the case in Xiaokang Village in the future.

"What a big piece of cake."

Xu Mu sighed resentfully, then lowered his head and looked at his palm:

"This... preliminary conclusion is that it is made of metal. The surface is completely dark black, and the front end seems to be able to open."

Xu Mu put it in front of his eyes and observed it carefully, then he pulled it out gently and took off the pen cap with a "pop" sound, revealing the sharp silver-white metal, with the character "waterman" engraved on the tip of the pen.

"It seems that it is indeed called a pen."

Xu Mu was not very confident because he had never seen such a thing before, but somehow, he felt that it should be called this.

"Buzz..."

This was the sound of a CPU burning. The moment Xu Mu said the word "pen", Charles' head was already smoking.

Yes, this thing is called a pen, but it does not belong to this world. The words engraved on it, "Waterman", represent its name on the Blue Star.

——The famous detective, Sherlock Holmes’s signature pen!

Charles admired Holmes quite a lot, so he guided Xu Mu to make one at night, firstly to pay tribute to his ancestors, and secondly to facilitate writing. After all, there were only writing brushes in the world, and he had no interest in writing skills. The pen was still easy to use.

More comfortable.

But the memories of the two people obviously don't communicate with each other. It's daytime now, how did Xu Mu recognize this thing!

There is also something wrong with Xu Mu's previous stabbing at the ghost baby. Charles has a clear understanding of the strength of his host. Xu Mu is not a strange person. At most, he is stronger than others and has better physical fitness than ordinary people.

There is nothing special about the rest. It is impossible to have such speed and reaction ability anyway.

Seeing the fleeting white light in Xu Mu's eyes, Charles remained silent.

Gray-white pupils were a trait that Xu Mu only had at night, but now they were revealed during the day.

Could it be said that Xu Mu's other personality can already compete for control of the body during the day?

"This thing is quite expensive, you'd better put it away..."

Charles suddenly interrupted himself, because at this time, Xu Mu had already walked into Widow Sun's house with the pen.

"Tear!"

With a soft sound, Xu Mu tore off a piece of cloth from the cloth on his upper body, then slowly unscrewed the resin tip of the pen, and calmly scanned everything in the room.

The door frame was smashed by supernatural powers, green blood was flowing on the ground, human heads rolled down, and some scattered knives...

Xu Mu recorded all the observed details in his pen, recording as he walked, meticulously, and with a very professional manner, just like the legendary detective on Blue Star.

More like that guy at night.

"Host, are you still there?"

Thinking of a certain person, Charles asked with some disbelief. He now extremely doubted that Xu Mu's body was controlled by another consciousness. Otherwise, how could he have such a demeanor?

"Shut up."

Xu Mu rolled his eyes at Charles, and then began to carefully observe Widow Sun's bedroom.

Here, there are countless animal corpses and human heads on the ground, blood seeping through the wooden floor, and the head is none other than the single old man Lao Wang from the well-off village next door. Although he escaped the disaster in the well-off village last night by some strange combination, but

In the end, he died here.

Judging from the degree of decomposition of the corpses, it must have been at least twenty days before Widow Sun became a White Walker.

Xu Mu couldn't help but frown. A strange ghost was lurking in the village, but it had not done anything for more than twenty days. Why?

Xu Mu couldn't figure it out, so he simply stopped thinking about it. In fact, these were useless information, and he didn't observe any special problems.

But this also proves that the mastermind behind this operation has not entered this room recently.

Because as long as that person comes in, he will definitely leave clues, and he will find that this is absolute confidence.

So where will he be?

"The purpose of infecting Widow Sun is to cause her to cause destruction within Fengqing Village."

"But he didn't control Widow Sun to do evil last night, which means he must have watched the whole process of my other vigil at the scene, so doesn't he want to make a fearless sacrifice?"

Xu Mu narrowed his eyes slightly, and the pen in his hand continued to draw lines on the cloth, some thick and some thin. In the blink of an eye, he roughly drew several mountains one after another, all near Fengqing Village.

Highlands.

"If I were him, where would I choose?"

Xu Mu slowly moved the pen to a mountain range: "This is the closest to the village, but the view is limited."

So Xu Mu drew a cross on the first mountain range.

"This is the highest place with the widest visibility, that is, you can't see everything from the southwest corner, but this is completely opposite to the direction of the White Walker attack last night, so it's not here either."

Xu Mu frowned, then there was only one place left, which was the cemetery mountain that he could see when he went out.

As the name suggests, that mountain is full of tombs of the dead, but he couldn't figure out why the people behind the scenes didn't choose Mistwalk Mountain. The dark energy was obviously the strongest there, and the blessing of the night was more ferocious. If he induced the White Walkers there,

Attacking Fengqing Village, he definitely couldn't drive them away so easily last night.

"The southwest corner, you can't see the southwest corner there, but what's there in the southwest corner?"

Xu Mu turned over the cloth and quickly drew the layout of the southwest corner on the back according to the impression in his mind. It was a mountain depression and the place with the fewest people in Fengqing Village.

"Tree."

Xu Mu raised his eyebrows. The only thing that could be seen in that mountain col and worthy of being seen was that ancient tree.

But a tree that has been dead for more than ten years, why is it worth their efforts to mobilize the ghost ghosts to massacre the village?

"Could it be that the death of this tree has something to do with them?"

Xu Mu closed his eyes and racked his brains to think, but the pen in his hand never stopped.

So inadvertently, the pen in his hand seemed to have sprouted wings, swaying the pen and ink on the cloth arbitrarily, folding the pen horizontally, carving beams and painted buildings, and the mist shrouding the scroll was blown away.

On the coarse cloth, mountains and underground rivers are continuously entwined, and dangerous areas and villages are intertwined. The painting is exquisite and meticulous... This is a complete topographic map of the Night Realm!

The moment Xu Mu stopped thinking, he finished drawing the things in his hand, and the stream of consciousness stopped, so he lowered his head.

"Crack!"

The pen fell to the ground. Xu Mu looked at the vast map in his hand and suddenly woke up.
Chapter completed!