Sun Qiao said: "If something really happened to Jin Yanping and it is related to the painting, we can't find clues. Let's do this. Tomorrow we will contact Jin Yanping's father and ask him what the contact information of the sender is.

, strangely enough, when we contacted her father, he never mentioned the painting at all."

I thought to myself that maybe Jin Yanping's father did have some dirty tricks in his business. Even if he really offended someone, he wouldn't dare to tell the police this clue.

In the dream, I actually heard the phone number Jin Yanping mentioned. It was a mobile phone number, but I really couldn’t remember some of the numbers, otherwise I wouldn’t have needed Sun Qiao’s help to look it up.

In the second half of the night, I couldn't fall asleep. I lay in bed and fell into a daze until dawn, while Liu Su looked at the sketch I drew without saying a word.

I think he probably doesn't have a clue.

In the early morning, Sun Qiao called again: "We found it. The contact information of the sender and the identity of the courier were found. The express delivery was handled through formal procedures. The courier responsible for receiving the package said it was a

It was sent by a young man. He was wearing a peaked cap and his appearance was not clear. However, there is surveillance video in the store. The video has been handed over to our police station and is being analyzed. The surveillance video at the gate of your school has also been released.

But I didn’t find that Jin Yanping left the school.”

When I heard this, I felt strange. Jin Yanping's roommates said that Jin Yanping left the dormitory alone the night before yesterday and never came back. If she had not left the school, was she still on campus at this moment?

Sun Qiao said: "If Jin Yanping is really murdered, the murder will happen on campus, and the impact will be huge. Something happened in your school just before, how much panic will it cause if word spreads about it?"

After listening to Sun Qiao's words, my mind suddenly woke up. According to the scene in the dream, the place where Jin Yanping burned the painting was in the back hill of the school, and there was indeed an abandoned management room near the back hill. We all called it Zai.

There were a lot of rotten tables and rotten chairs in the living room. When school first started, Xue Jia forced me to go there to take risks. I wonder if Jin Yanping would be there?

Anyway, that's the only place I can think of for the moment where I can break a chair.

Thinking of this, I quickly hung up the phone on Sun Qiao and took Liu Su to the management room to find out.

The morning in March was still windy and the humid air was mixed with an inexplicable coldness.

At this moment, the sky is also gray, and the hazy yellow morning light rises slowly from the east, vaguely hidden in the clouds and mist, making it difficult to see clearly.

There are very few people coming and going in the back mountain, not to mention that it is still early in the morning, and there is no one on the desolate path, and the atmosphere is inevitably a bit scary.

Not far away was the gray and dilapidated management room. Before we even got closer, Liu Su and I smelled a faint smell of blood.

The sense of smell and sensing ability are extremely important to a spirit sealer. I happen to be good at both, but when I smell these smells at this moment, I can't help but feel a little panicked.

Pushing open the dusty old iron door, the strong smell of blood immediately hit my face.
Chapter completed!