Monument of Life and Death

   Chapter 937 Mao

   Even if Qin Yin didn't say it, everyone could tell the difference.

The white wall opposite    was empty, leaving only a square mark.

The priest    walked over, reached out and touched the mark, and then he lowered his head and looked at the ground.

   "There are footprints here."

   "Footprints?"

  The crowd rushed over, and sure enough, a series of footprints started in front of the white wall and ended beside the open window.

  Luo Jiutian squatted down and looked at the set of footprints carefully, and said, "It looks like it was left not long ago."

   Baomu was sniffing hard around the room. He frowned and shook his head for a while, but he never spoke.

   "As soon as the person who might have taken the family photo left, we arrived," said the Taoist priest, "and moved quickly."

   "How could it be so fast," Qin Yin was puzzled and angry, "It's less than ten minutes before we come out of the hot pot restaurant..."

   "But it has been twenty minutes since the white shadow flashed by the window of the hot pot restaurant," Xiaolan said. "If this person also possesses the abilities of Miss Xiaoyin, then twenty minutes will be enough."

   "Not everyone has my abilities!" Qin Yin saw Xiaolan as soon as he finished speaking, "You...you don't count, you are a bug."

"It shouldn't be similar to Xiaoyin's ability," the Taoist priest had already walked to the window. He looked at the window sill and said, "The person who took the picture frame left through the window. If it is the space tearing ability, there is no need to choose the window sill. this location."

"That is how the matter?"

   Daoist priest shook his head and walked back to the string of footprints.

   "I found a problem," said the fool, pointing to the footprints, "there are only a bunch of footprints going out, why didn't they come in?"

  Xiaolan subconsciously looked up at the ceiling, looking for a special passage.

   "Another mystery..." Daochang sighed, "Baomu, can you smell anything?"

   "Yes, Baomu, didn't you smell it in the living room." Qin Yin rushed to Baomu's side and said.

  Baomu's nose moved vigorously, but looking at his expression, the answer to this question didn't seem to be very good.

"In the living room just now, I could only smell a strange smell," Baomu said, "but the window here is open, the wind has taken away the smell just now, and we still have the smell of hot pot... "

   is because of hot pot again.

   Everyone helplessly held their foreheads, it seems that the hot pot is really an anesthetic for Baomu's nose.

   Qin Yin didn't believe in that evil. She opened the window to the fullest and leaned out her entire upper body. She muttered something in her mouth, and pressed her face against the wall to check.

   "I don't believe that person didn't leave any clues... He was able to escape the eyes of your sister Yin... He wanted to steal something from me... When I catch you..."

   "Xiaoyin, be careful," the fool was holding Qin Yin's clothes by the corner, for fear that she would fall directly, "there will be no..."

   "Ah! I found it!"

   Qin Yin's sudden cry startled them, and the fool almost missed and pushed her downstairs.

   "I found, I found..." Qin Yin crawled back with something in his hand, "Look at this!"

   A circle of people gathered around.

   "Do you have anything in your hand?" Luo Jiutian asked, looking at the hand she was holding.

   "Oh, look carefully," Qin Yin moved to the setting sun and raised his hand, "Look, this is a hair."

  “…”

   Through the dim sunset, he could indeed see that Qin Yin was holding a short gray-white hair between his two fingers.

   "You just picked up a hair from the balcony outside?" asked the fool.

   "What's the matter? This is the clue."

   "Xiaoyin," Luo Jiutian said tactfully, "Are you sure you didn't drop it yourself?"

   "You only lost white hair!" Qin Yin put the hair in front of Luo Jiutian's eyes, "Where is my hair this color?"

   "Where did you get this?" asked the Taoist priest.

   Qin Yin pointed to the rough wall outside the window, "It's there."

   "That's the hair left by the bird when it flew by," Luo Jiutian said, "It doesn't look like human hair..."

   "Then you said just now that I dropped it?"

   "I'm just kidding."

   "Actually..." Xiaolan said, "Let Brother Baomu smell it, and you'll know what the hair is left behind."

   At this time, Baomu was lying on the wall, smelling the place where the photo frame remains were left. Hearing Xiaolan's words, he turned his head and said, "Huh?"

   "Hey, Baomu, smell it," Qin Yin grabbed the hair and ran over, "Does it smell the same as the stranger you smelled just now?"

   Baomu looked at the grey hair of unknown origin in Qin Yin's hand with a bit of disgust, but Qin Yin didn't care and almost shoved the hair into Baomu's mouth.

  Sniff...sniff...sniff...

  Baomu's eyes slowly turned from disgust to confusion, and then slowly to contemplation, and finally, he straightened his eyebrows.

   "This smell, I seem to have smelled it..."

"real?!"

  Baomu nodded, "Do you remember the hotel we stayed in, isn't there a new guest next door to us?"

   "Is it that person?" Qin Yin almost gave a high five, "Is that person's smell?"

   "No...not a person..." Baomu said, "Xiaolan found a mass of cat hair in the secret door of that person's room... This hair seems to come from that mass of cat hair..."

   This time, Xiaolan was the first to jump out of the light blue aperture.

   After she landed steadily, she glanced hurriedly at random and put her mind down a little.

   There is no problem with the positioning this time, they have reached their destination - the hotel room.

   And it was Xiaolan's room for the three of them.

   The other companions jumped out one after another in the aperture behind him. When Qin Yin jumped out last, Xiaolan had already rushed to the door.

   She opened the door and ran to the next room first.

   "Xiao Lan!" The Taoist priest grabbed her and held her behind, "You wait."

   "What are you waiting for?" Qin Yin chased after him, "Wait a little longer, that person ran away again!"

   "You two, hide behind me," the Taoist priest stretched out his two slender arms, "be quieter."

   So, the boys played the vanguard, the girls guarded the back, and the group cautiously walked along the corridor, approaching the room.

near……

   saw it.

  Xiaolan stretched out his finger to the door, his eyes widened.

"open!"

  The door was hidden, and there was a faint incandescent light between the cracks of the door. If you listen carefully, it seems that you can still hear a thin rubbing sound from the door.

   Daochang held his breath, stretched out his hand, and pushed open the door.

   (end of this chapter)