Dimensional Bookstore

Yin Guxiao hung the quilt on the clothesline with a bitter face. The bright water stain on the green quilt looked extremely dazzling.

She knocked her head angrily. It was rare for her to stay overnight in the Taoist temple, but she made the mistake of spilling water on the quilt. If her senior brother knew about it, he would laugh at her for being clumsy.

"Good morning, Taoist Yin." A familiar voice suddenly came from behind her, which made her want to avoid it. The hairs on her body stood up.

These days, they have been in the crew for a long time, not to mention how embarrassing it is. When she finished the scenes in the Taoist temple, she was really relieved, thinking that she would soon get rid of her black history. Unexpectedly, the black history came to her door.

While muttering in her heart, she turned her head to say hello to the immortal, and her eyes accidentally swept across the wet marks on the quilt, and then she was petrified.

Wait!

Is this scene a bit easy to be misunderstood?

She suddenly raised her head to look at Le Jing, wanting to explain something, and then she happened to meet Le Jing's subtle eyes that were looking at the quilt before he could retract them.

Yin Guxiao stretched out her hand in grief and anger: "Shut up, listen to my explanation!"

The young man smiled: "Hmm?"

Your smile with a lot of connotation is obviously a misunderstanding, right? !

Yin Guxiao felt that she had to stand up to defend her innocence!

"I accidentally spilled water on the quilt!" She explained with her neck stiff: "It's not what you think!"

She is 22 years old! She won't wet the bed! No! ! !

Le Jing was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "A normal person would think that water spilled on the quilt, right?" He glanced at Yin Guxiao, whose face was flushed, with a half-smile, "So what do you think I'm thinking?"

Yin Guxiao:...

She was embarrassed and at a loss, lowering her head and hesitating, "Just... just..."

Seeing her at such a loss, Le Jing finally gave up teasing her and talked about business: "Are you busy now? I have something to ask you."

Yin Guxiao breathed a sigh of relief as if she had been pardoned, but still looked at Le Jing's expression a little unnatural: "What is it?"

"The dismemberment case on Nanning Street three years ago."

Yin Guxiao's face changed drastically: "Why are you asking this?"

Le Jing told Yin Guxiao about Mai Dong's hatred one by one.

That was old news eight years ago. That year Mai Dong was only ten years old and had just entered the fourth grade. On an ordinary evening after school, he opened the door of his home, but saw endless blood. Blood was splattered on the floor, furniture, walls, and even the roof.

Except for his father, whose body was barely intact, his mother and sister were chopped into pulp by the murderer. The scene was so tragic that even the forensic doctor couldn't help vomiting and almost fainted.

So far, this murder case has completely become an unsolved case. In the past eight years, this unsolved case has gradually become unsolved from the hustle and bustle. The police responsible for investigating this case have been replaced one after another, but Mai Dong has never given up the idea of ​​tracking down the real murderer.

After agreeing to Mai Dong's request for revenge, Le Jing investigated the matter. Then he found various suspicious points in this murder case.

First, none of the nearby surveillance cameras captured the murderer. Second, Mai Dong's father was tortured and killed in extreme fear, but there was no sign of struggle or scars on his body. Then, no clues belonging to the murderer were found at the scene: fingerprints, hair, footprints, and murder weapons were all gone. The police judged that the murderer was a man, based on the murderer's terrifying strength that could easily kill an adult man and chop an adult woman into meat paste.

Finally, and most importantly. After Le Ling hacked into the internal system of the Public Security Bureau, Le Jing found that the relevant files of the dismemberment case had been transferred to the special department of the state.

The so-called special department is the existence of the Dragon Group that has been circulating on the Internet for a long time. Their full name is the Special Ability Management Bureau, abbreviated as the Special Ability Bureau. Their responsibility is to deal with various super-realistic cases that occur in the country, and the Nanning Street dismemberment case is undoubtedly classified into this category.

This is also the reason why Le Jing found Yin Guxiao.

This female Taoist priest looks confused and offline, and sometimes she is a little stupid. In fact, her real identity is a secret police of the Special Ability Bureau, and the unsolved case of the Nanning Street dismemberment case has just been transferred to her for handling.

Le Jing thinks he can get some necessary information from Yin Guxiao.

Yin Guxiao understood, but...

"Why are you asking me about this?" Yin Guxiao smiled nonchalantly: "Shouldn't we ask the police about these things?"

"The police may not be of much use." Le Jing smiled bitterly: "I suspect this was done by someone from the Demonic Path." He told Yin Guxiao all his guesses in a few words.

"So you came to me? What do you think I might know?"

Le Jing sighed: "Actually, I don't know if you will know, I'm just trying my luck. If you don't know, then I'm afraid I can only bother the head of Lingxuzi."

Yin Guxiao stared at him for a few seconds, and suddenly smiled: "You are so lucky, I do have some clues."

The young man's eyes lit up, without the airs of a big boss, and asked sincerely: "Please tell me, Taoist priest."

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Le Jing followed Yin Guxiao through the dilapidated alleys. There were low old-fashioned bungalows on both sides of the road. Le Jing walked among them, feeling like he had traveled back to the last century.

Yin Guxiao brought him here to find someone, "This person may be able to provide us with a clue." This is what she told Le Jing at the time.

After turning several corners, Yin Guxiao stopped in front of a low bungalow, "We're here."

The house looked shabby and run-down from the outside, but it was full of secrets inside. There was a protective barrier inside the house, which could protect many people, but not Le Jing. Under his divine sense, everything in the house could not be hidden from his eyes.

Yin Guxiao knocked on the door and shouted, "Is anyone there?"

"No need to knock." Le Jing narrowed his eyes, and a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes: "The person in the house is dead."

And the dead person was an acquaintance...

Yin Guxiao's face changed: "What?" She kicked the door open with one leg, but was blocked by the barrier inside the house.

She immediately cast her eyes on the calm boss beside her: "Shangxian, leave it to you!"

Le Jing glanced at her, raised his right hand, and a long sword with a dark pattern of Panlong engraved on it slowly took shape in his palm. A faint pressure rose from the sword body and slowly spread around.

This sword is called Linyuan. It is a magic weapon made of the dragon bone of a black dragon in the small prehistoric plane. It is a trophy that Le Jing obtained from the demon clan. Because he has sworn to recognize the sword as his master by blood, the sword is usually kept in Le Jing's body. Only when needed will Le Jing summon the sword from his body.

At this time, using this sword to break this small barrier is a waste of talent, but... Le Jing glanced at Yin Guxiao calmly, who was looking at the sword in his hand with burning eyes. The obvious exploration and evaluation in her eyes made it difficult for him to pretend that he didn't see it.

So...

The young man raised the sword and waved it lightly in front of him. The stunning sword light was like a black dragon coming out of the abyss, and the clear dragon roar sounded like thunder from Yin Guxiao's ears, almost breaking her eardrums.

The sword light encountered the barrier and almost encountered no obstacles and went straight through it, then roared out of the window and reached the sky, like a flying dragon in the sky, swallowing clouds and spitting out mist.

... Just give her a warning. The young man smiled nonchalantly and sheathed his sword. He would not tell her that this sword actually activated the energy of the sword itself. He was truly a man who relied on the sword.

Yin Guxiao had to use all her strength to avoid prostrating herself before the young man under such a huge pressure. She opened her eyes wide and looked at the young man with awe and fear.

Only then did she see the tip of the iceberg of the young man's strength. And that glimpse was enough to make her tremble all over and break out in a cold sweat.

She looked at the man who sheathed his sword casually, and finally understood what immortal power was.

This was no longer a level she could handle!

If it was the director... No, even if it was the director, he might not be able to block this sword.

Le Jing ignored Yin Guxiao's thoughts behind him. He took the lead and walked into the house, following the smell of blood, and soon found a bloody corpse in the bedroom.

Calling it a corpse is actually a euphemism.

There was only some finely chopped meat here.

Even though Le Jing had prepared himself mentally, he still felt a little sick when he saw this tragic scene. He began to thank himself for his indifference and weak empathy, otherwise he would not have felt only a little sick. Just like Yin Guxiao behind him, he had already leaned against the wall and began to retch violently.

Le Jing squatted down and looked at it for a while, and said lightly: "The amount of meat is probably the bodies of three adult men. The blood has not yet coagulated, and the time of death should not exceed five hours."

Hearing the adjective "meat", Yin Guxiao, who had already stood up, leaned against the wall and retched again.

He glanced at the spots on one arm and calmly said the judgment result given by Le Ling: "The time of death is about five to seven hours."

If it were not for Le Ling's test results, even he could not connect these three pieces of meat with the demon cultivator ** and his two friends who had come to his store to buy books.

He stood up, withdrew his eyes from the corpses, and began to search around in the bedroom.

First, the safe. The safe had been opened, and you could see traces of the murderer rummaging through it, but the money and jewelry were still there, proving that the murderer was not seeking money.

At this time, Yin Guxiao finally sorted out her emotions. She stood up with a pale face, and looked at Le Jing, who looked normal, with more vigilance and alertness. She asked Le Jing, who lowered his eyes and pondered, "Did you find anything?"

"The martial arts book." Le Jing pinched his chin, with a thoughtful look on his face: "The martial arts book I sold to them is gone."

Yin Guxiao's face changed, "Have you looked carefully? Maybe it's in another room?"

"Every book sold in my bookstore has a special mark, and I can sense their existence within a certain distance." A hint of interest flashed in Le Jing's eyes: "But they are not here now."

Is this murder and robbery? Or murder to silence people?

What does this familiar method have to do with the dismemberment case eight years ago?

What does ** know?

Not long before Yin Guxiao led him to look for clues, ** was killed.

Is it a coincidence?

No.

The young man raised his lips, his smile was cold and meaningful.

He never believed in coincidences.