After discussion, the expedition team decided to make preparations tomorrow and go down to the cave to find out.

Wu Qiu was taken back to his tent to rest, but it was obvious that there was something wrong with his condition, because everyone outside the tent could hear him yelling like crazy.

Captain Fang called Lu Jian. He had to thoroughly understand what happened between the two people today.

After listening to Lu Jian's report, the sky had darkened. However, Captain Fang did not hear what he wanted to hear. From his understanding, this morning it was due to the workers above driving two piles that caused vibrations.

The cave was filled with piles of bones, causing it to slowly collapse.

However, Lu Jian also repeatedly said that because he was running in front, he did not see what happened after the bones collapsed completely.

"Then when you came back from the passage, did you hear any sounds from behind?" Since you didn't see it with your own eyes, you should have heard something, right? Captain Fang still asked unwillingly.

"Behind? There seemed to be a very strange sound from behind, like the sound of someone pulling out a sword from its scabbard." Lu Jian frowned and tried his best to remember.

"What did you say? Think about it carefully. Are you sure this is the sound you heard?" It turned out to be the sound of a sword being unsheathed. Doesn't this match Wu Qiu's description?

"It seems... but it doesn't seem to be the case. It's also possible that I felt this way because of Wu Qiu's description. I'm really not sure about this." Lu Jian recalled it carefully, but he ran away

At that time, he was so flustered that he really couldn't remember anything.

"Okay, go back and think about it carefully. This is no joke. You know where this place is. If you are not careful, you may really get killed."

After sending Lu Jian away, Captain Fang sat in his tent for a while. He was still worried about Wu Qiu, so he decided to go and see him.

Wu Qiu's tent was farthest from the entrance of the cave. When Captain Fang came out, the lights on the construction site were already on and no one could be seen. A gust of cold wind came out of the entrance of the cave, making him feel a little nervous.

chill.

As a member of the cultural relics bureau of this place, how could he not know what kind of place this place is?

Therefore, when Wu Qiu said that he saw the female general, he did not laugh at him like other team members, but chose to believe him. He believed that every legend here must have a reason for its existence.

He had already heard about the legend of the Ghost Tower. This was the original site of the Ghost Tower that had always been filled with legends of ghosts and gods! However, he did not expect that one day he would inspect this place. In fact, in his heart,

There is also some fear.

Lamps were lit in Wu Qiu's tent, reflecting the figures of people.

Why doesn't this person seem to be Wu Qiu? This is clearly a standing figure holding a sword. The figure is not tall, and he seems to be wearing armor, just like an ancient general.

"Wu Qiu," Captain Fang suddenly felt that something was wrong. He shouted and immediately rushed towards Wu Qiu's tent.

The general in the tent waved his sword, and a stream of fire sprayed out from the tent cloth.

There was a red liquid. He seemed to have heard Captain Fang's call, turned around and glanced in the direction Captain Fang was running from, and then rushed out from the other end of the tent without looking back.

"Wu Qiu," Captain Fang opened the tent door, and what he saw in front of him frightened him. Wu Qiu knelt on the ground, blood was pouring out from his neck, his head rolled to the side, and his eyes seemed to

Still wide-eyed in disbelief, there was blood everywhere on the tent and on the ground.

"Call the police," Captain Fang no longer dared to enter the tent. He closed the tent door and shouted to other people and the night sky.

Lin Jinghao, who was about to take a rest, received the call. He immediately got out of bed, put on his shoes and went out. As soon as he reached the door of the yard, Pei Feng had already arrived in a Land Rover.

Lin Jinghao got into the car without saying anything. What he was worried about finally happened again. This time, he didn't know whether it was man-made or ghost.

"Lin Suo, we have already called Dr. Pang. It is estimated that she will arrive a little later." Pei Feng said while driving.

"What happened? Someone from the Cultural Relics Bureau was killed?" Lin Jinghao suddenly remembered what Jushi Zhang said, that the giant python is a 'cursed troll.' Anyone who enters the cave will receive the retribution they deserve.

"Has this man who was killed been in a cave today?" Lin Jinghao thought of this and asked.

"Yes, it's the same hole I went down this morning. It is said that I was frightened in the hole. Who knew something would happen at night." Looking at Pei Feng's expression, he seemed to be a little panicked.

"Is the scene scary?" Lin Jinghao noticed the expression on Pei Feng's face.

"Lin Institute, they called the police and reported that they cut off the person's entire head. The whole tent was filled with blood. The timid expedition team members were frightened and cried." Pei Feng said, as if he was present at the scene.

Likewise, there was a scared expression on his face.

Pei Feng's car did not drive very fast. When he arrived at the construction site of the ghost building, the scene was once again surrounded by police. Lin Jinghao and Pei Feng got out of the car and faced the big tree.

"Doctor Lin, Dr. Pang is here. She is in the deceased's tent."

Lin Jinghao nodded to him. Dashu was on duty for the past two days. Lin Jinghao had warned him to pay more attention to the movements in the ghost building.

The curtain of Wu Qiu's tent had been hung up, and a group of people stood outside, looking around it, but no one dared to speak.

As he approached the tent, he could already see the spray of blood on the tent, a wide parabola. It seemed that the murderer ended Wu Qiu's life with just one knife.

Pang Yu, wearing a white coat and gloves, was collecting evidence in the tent. Wu Qiu's body, at first glance, looked like a death row prisoner who had been executed by the executioner, still kneeling there stiffly.

The blood had dried up, and his head rolled to the side of the ground, but his eyes were closed. The blood stains on the tent and the ground were almost dry, and the whole thing looked like someone had made a splash-ink painting.

"What's going on, Dr. Pang?" There was nothing in Wu Qiu's tent except a bed. The bed was very tidy, and there were no signs of struggle except for traces of blood splatters.

"Judging from the scene, the deceased's head was chopped off with a knife. When he died, his eyes were

It's still open, I wiped it off." Pang Yu raised his head and replied.

"There were no signs of fighting at the scene. It was obvious that as soon as the murderer came in, the deceased had surrendered and was waiting for death. Moreover, it was clear from the posture of the deceased that the deceased was afraid of the murderer."

"I have a question. It shouldn't be that easy to cut off a person's head with just one knife, right? Have you seen what kind of weapon the murderer used?" Although Lin Jinghao has seen many people die, but like this

He had never seen someone chop off a person's head with just one blow.

"If you want to cut off a person's head with one knife, you must have a combination of speed and strength. The requirement for the knife is that it must be absolutely sharp, and it must be heavy enough, and it must be of a certain length. Generally, it is like a Japanese samurai sword.

, the Chinese Ghost Head Sword, and the ancient guillotine can all do it." Pang Yu stood up, glanced at Wu Qiu who was still kneeling on the ground, and listed out a list of types of knives.

"However, judging from the wounds of the deceased and the descriptions of witnesses, it should be a long sword used by ancient generals that killed the deceased."

"Long sword?" Lin Jinghao saw the appearance of a long sword he had seen before. If he wanted to cut off a person's head with a long sword that was not heavy enough, how fast and powerful would that person be?

"Yes, this person must be a master of martial arts, or a female ghost who can play swordsmanship!" Pang Yu himself laughed when he said the female ghost.

"Female ghost? Why a female ghost?" Lin Jinghao was a little confused.

"You go ask the witnesses. It's time for me to go back. There's still things to do in the hospital." Pang Yu began to pack his things.

"By the way, have someone send the body to me. I'll take a look at it when I have time. But there shouldn't be any clues, because the more brutal the murder scene looks, the simpler and more direct the killing method is."

After Pang Yu packed up his things and left, Lin Jinghao continued to look in the tent for a while, but the tent itself was small, and there were indeed no new clues for him to discover.

He turned around and walked out of the tent. Outside the tent, Pei Feng and Dashu were waiting for him: "Have someone take the body away, be careful." Lin Jinghao ordered, because the death of the deceased was so tragic, even Lin Jinghao

I can't bear to read any more.

Pei Feng went to make a call, and Dashu came over with a man: "Lin Suo, this is Captain Fang from the Cultural Relics Bureau. He was the first to arrive at the scene and the only witness."

Under Dashu's recommendation, Lin Jinghao met Captain Fang, a man with numerous archaeological experiences. He still looked pale, obviously frightened.

"Captain Fang, can you describe what happened at that time?"

"Describe?" Captain Fang looked a little frightened, still distracted.

"Yes, Captain Fang, you must have seen countless people in the market. Why are you so scared? Is it really that scary?"

Although Dashu felt that today's crime scene was a bit scary, it was only a moment of fear in his heart.
Chapter completed!