They are just good friends. Could it be that the hidden supernatural forces have launched a complete attack on them and want to kill everyone close to them one by one?

When they went back, Jiang Xinyou and Xia Qianshuang were very depressed. Jiang Xiaoli was their good friend, so even if this matter had nothing to do with the top ten supernatural events, they could just leave it alone.

We originally planned to go to the hotel to have a look, but the police were still collecting clues after investigating all night. Jiang Xinyou and Xia Qianshuang had to wait until night to find a way to sneak in.

"I don't think I can have a good class in the afternoon."

After returning to the dormitory, Jiang Xinyou lay on the bed and wiped away her tears. Xia Qianshuang once again took out the witchcraft card for divination. Unexpectedly, what she found this time was a Western wizard. She told Xinyou that it meant a curse.

"You mean, Jiang Xiaoli's death is related to the curse?"

"Witchcraft and divination can tell us some unpredictable things. Prediction is better than the unknown." Xia Qianshuang frowned and said, "But I can feel that this matter must not be as simple as it seems on the surface!"

Because of Jiang Xiaoli's incident, Jiang Xinyou still couldn't eat at lunch, and curiously asked Xia Qianshuang in the cafeteria: "If it's a curse, can we find the root cause?"

Qian Shuang nodded: "But the answer to this kind of thing can only be found from the corpse and the crime scene. Now we don't have access to this information, and it's not easy to judge."

During class in the afternoon, Jiang Xinyou was still absent-minded about this matter, holding a water-based pen and scribbling on her notebook. Xia Qianshuang always thought that this matter had something to do with her, and Jiang Xiaoli was innocent because she was too close to her.

I'm not in a good mood even if I die.

After a while, Xia Qianshuang suddenly felt the tabletop shaking rapidly.

She and Jiang Xinyou were sitting against the wall. There were only three seats in this row. Jiang Xiaoli used to sit with them, but now, the middle seat was empty. When Xia Qianshuang looked up, she saw

Jiang Xinyou's hand holding the pen was shaking rapidly on the table.

"Xinyou!" Her dark eyes darkened, and Xia Qianshuang immediately stretched out her hand to hold Jiang Xinyou's arm, and quickly recited a spell in a low voice before anyone noticed anything unusual about her.

She had never seen Jiang Xinyou look like this.

Her eyes were rolled up, with only the whites of her eyes exposed, as if possessed by a demon, but Xia Qianshuang could not feel the supernatural energy in Jiang Xinyou's body.

In a moment, Jiang Xinyou's hands stopped shaking and everything returned to normal.

She clutched her chest and gasped, then pushed the diary tremblingly to Xia Qian's hands.

Above is a painting of Jiang Xiaoli and a mirror.

And in the mirror, there is a face full of hideous scars!

"I saw it!"

"What?"

"The ghost who killed Jiang Xiaoli!" Jiang Xinyou widened her eyes and said firmly, "She stole Jiang Xiaoli's skin, disguised herself as Jiang Xiaoli and left the hotel!"

Hearing this, Xia Qianshuang had a look of surprise on her face, and many thoughts came to her mind, but what concerned her most was how Jiang Xinyou saw all this!

When get out of class was over in the afternoon, Jiang Xinyou and Xia Qianshuang left the music teaching building. Leng Yan was waiting for them downstairs, and he already had many clues about Jiang Xiaoli's death.
Chapter completed!