Chapter 1700: Why Did You Run Into the Pigsty?

795 was also irritated. “There must be something that we’ve overlooked.”

“There’s still no word on that Lin Xia who ran away. If it really was a religious ceremony, her body would have turned up somewhere.” 795 said, “I once came across a mission where a serial killer would put all the bodies in a special position and use a unique killing technique.”

“Now, the problem is that there’s more than one murderer among these people. Or do you actually think that they commit suicide after killing everyone?” said Ning Shu in an annoyed tone.

795 shrugged his shoulders, “Who knows?”

Ning Shu: →_→

Ning Shu thought about it and whispered to 795, “Let’s explore this house. With so many murder tools, they definitely need to hide them somewhere.

“In the northern part of the country, every house has a cellar. I still haven’t found a cellar here, though, and I think it’s the best place to hide things.”

795 nodded. He then accompanied Ning Shu to look at the entire house. They even went to the pigpen, but they couldn’t find the cellar.

The house didn’t even have a cellar.

“The lack of a cellar means that there are other secret chambers in the house,” said 795. “The pair of grandparent-granddaughter must have been involved in this killing.”

Ning Shu kicked away the black pig charging toward her. Her shoes got covered in pig sh*t.

795 tugged at Ning Shu’s arm and dragged her out of the pigsty. “Why did you run into the pigsty to find it?”

“The more unexpected the place, the more likely it is.” Ning Shu wiped the dirt on her shoes in the snow.

795 rolled his eyes.

Ning Shu and 795 walked into the living room and saw that uncle had moved away from the table in the middle of the room. He was crouching and knocking on the floor with his hands.

The place made a ‘hollow’ sound. It was clear that the floor was empty underneath.

The more unexpected the place, the more likely it was.

Ning Shu hastily walked over and searched for floor cracks. This kind of rural floor was covered with mud, so she had to check the cracks everywhere.

“What are you doing?” When the old woman saw Ning Shu lying on the ground, she couldn’t help but ask while leaning on her stick.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

“I dropped something, so I was looking for it.” Ning Shu got up from the ground.

The uncle sat down at the side and sized up Ning Shu. At that moment, his nose twitched, and he smelled a foul odor.

The uncle turned and went upstairs.

“What were you looking for?” asked Xiao Lan.

“A small rhinestone on a hairpin.” Ning Shu lied through her teeth.

Xiao Lan’s pinhole-sized pupils were looking straight in one direction.

“Grandma said another one died?” Xiao Lan asked, “What is it that makes people keep dying?”

Ning Shu scratched her head. She also wanted to know the answer to that question.

Thud!

There was a loud thud upstairs like something heavy had fallen on the floor.

Ning Shu’s heart jumped. Something had happened again.

She rushed upstairs and saw a girl on the ground. Her face was slashed by an ax, and the blade had sunk deep into her facial bones.

Ning Shu was really irritated. How come another person had died?

“How could this be…” Fan Junyang looked more and more like he was falling apart. He looked crazed. “We must get out of here. We can’t stay here.”

Ning Shu asked Fan Junyang, “Why on earth did you want to come to such a place in this weather to collect cultural material?”

Fan Junyang grabbed at his head with both hands. “I came because I heard Pan Chen say that the snow scene here was very beautiful.”

But Pan Chen was dead.

Ning Shu saw from the corner of her eye that there was a red rope around Fan Junyang’s neck. The pendant couldn’t be seen because it was placed inside his clothes.

Translator: Kaho