107 Sacrifice Corridor 21 || Psychological Game

No surprise, this was the result I had expected last night.

The two of them hurried forward to check the traces that had not been destroyed at first.

When Yan Shuang passed by room 503, she paid a little attention, but she didn't find any clues just by looking at the outside.

He Xiaoxuan's body remained kneeling in the center of the room, covered in flies. The skin that occasionally showed was incredibly pale from blood loss. Her neck had been cut, the edges slightly blackened and congealed, revealing the pale bone beneath, from which blood gushed out.

There was almost no place to stand after looking around. Jing Ning stood there, looking at the sticky blood on the ground, feeling a little scared. He didn't want the stuff to get stuck on the soles of his shoes.

So, after a slight hesitation, he decisively stretched out his long legs, took two big steps, and landed on a clean ground that was barely big enough for one person to stand on.

Yan Shuang did not rush to approach the corpse, but squatted at the door and looked at the blood that was still slowly flowing on the ground.

The pool of blood inside was surprisingly large, but the color of the blood that flowed out was unusually light. The track of the blood flowing on the ground was wider and more scattered, and the speed of seeping into the edges was also faster.

This phenomenon occurs because blood is mixed with water and the density of water and blood is different.

Just as Yan Shuang raised her head, she was caught off guard by an eye behind the crack in the door.

He didn't panic. This kind of thing wasn't enough to make him lose his composure. He just squatted there without moving. After confirming that it wasn't an illusion, he even sighed inwardly: These little devils are getting more and more naughty.

There was a time when he would be frightened by these sudden things.

The things behind the door were placed very skillfully. Anyone who came to check would definitely check the still flowing blood like Yan Shuang, and when they subconsciously raised their heads, they would give an affectionate greeting.

Yan Shuang stood up and walked towards the door as if nothing had happened.

Jing Ning was checking the body. Seeing Yan Shuang coming in, he couldn't help but remind her, "Don't get blood on the soles of your shoes."

Yan Shuang immediately retracted her feet, thinking he had discovered a clue, and asked, "Why?"

"dirty."

Said it with confidence.

Yan Shuang cursed inwardly: ...Oh no, my personal obsession with cleanliness has struck again.

Of course, based on Yan Shuang's understanding of him, he really thought it was dirty. Another unspoken explanation was that if something stuck to the soles of his shoes, it would leave marks, which would easily expose his whereabouts.

Jing Ning said it was dirty, but his hands did not show any disgust. He lifted up a corner of He Xiaoxuan's sweater, revealing the misty purple-red marks on her abdomen.

"On average, livor mortis appears two to four hours after death. It starts out as a cloud or streak," Jing Ning said. "Eventually, it gradually develops into flakes, which are called livor mortis. For a corpse in an upright position, livor mortis will appear on the lower limbs, lower abdomen, and upper abdomen."

"According to this calculation, He Xiaoxuan must have died between three and five o'clock." Yan Shuang fanned the swarms of flies with her hands. "Why would it stink so badly in just a few hours?"

Jing Ning retracted his hand, crushed the blood on it with his fingers, put it under his nose and sniffed it, then looked towards the door, "Because of the weather."

"The lowest temperature here at night should be below zero. With the door wide open, the body will freeze. As the temperature rises sharply in the morning, the body will have this foul smell."

No wonder there's water mixed in the blood, because the blood froze overnight and has just thawed, so it's flowing. Yan Shuang continued, "In that case, the time period of three to four o'clock is also inaccurate. The time of death could be even earlier."

"Where's the head?"

Yan Shuang pointed behind the door.

Jing Ning went over and took it, holding it in his hands and observing it carefully with Yan Shuang.

The ghost that killed He Xiaoxuan was so quick and efficient that even after her head was almost separated from her body, the nerve cells in her brain had not yet reacted, so an expression of fear and disbelief was still frozen on it.

Who did she see at the last second that shocked her so much?

“Ahhhhhhhhh…”

Wu Yaqi appeared at the door without any preparation. When she saw the scene inside, a chill ran up her spine and she screamed wildly at such a weird scene.

A shrill scream pierced the silent air. Her body recoiled in extreme fear, and then she collapsed on the ground, looking at the two people in fear, "You...what are you doing?"

The corpse in the room was terrifying, but Jing Ningran held the head fearlessly, as if it were just an ordinary object. Yan Shuang stood aside, concentrating on studying the head carefully. In comparison, the behavior of these two people was even more terrifying than the corpse itself.

Zhao Wanqing did not scream. Her personality was such that she would never yell or cry out. She just stood there motionless, distraught, crying silently, as if she was frightened silly.

Yan Shuang's eyes shuttled back and forth between their faces. Could ghosts understand emotions? Was this a natural subconscious reaction?

Just then, a group of huge footsteps came towards this side.

Sure enough, the next second, I heard the voice before I saw the person.

"Yan Shuang? This room..." Ye Jing'an's voice came. Just as he reached the door, he turned a corner and was greeted by, "Yue... No one told me it would be like this... Yue... so that I could be mentally prepared."

Jing Ning calmly put the head back to where it belonged.

Lin Haichen arrived shortly afterwards and asked, "Have you finished checking everything?"

Jing Ning nodded and asked, "Is there an accident downstairs too?"

Otherwise, they wouldn't have taken so long to come up. They must have been delayed by something. They just heard Wu Yaqi's scream and rushed upstairs in a hurry.

"Yes, the way they died was the same as the two people on the first night, falling from a height." Lin Haichen walked into the house and took a look at the bodies. "A new way of death has appeared."

It is rare for two people to die in two different ways when living in the same room. There is only one possibility: the two people die according to different rules.

Yan Shuang raised his head. Because the sunlight was so bright now, the light above his head could easily be ignored. He instantly understood why He Xiaoxuan died in the room.

"Ye Jing'an told me your guess last night. I think her reaction now is too normal, and it's impossible to tell." Lin Haichen took advantage of the panic outside and spoke to Yan Shuang in a low voice.

Jing Ning went to wash his hands and was wiping them with a towel. "Just ask and you'll know. They're among these people anyway."

The three of them walked out of the room and found a spacious place to conduct their daily review before the security guard arrived.

"Did you hear any other sounds besides the bell last night?" Yan Shuang lowered his head, his eyes falling on the tip of his shoes.

Everyone shook their heads, not understanding what he meant by asking this question. Currently, there are two known conditions for death: running out of the door and turning on the lights. It was obvious that it was Wu Yushan who ran out of the door last night.

"But I heard it." Yan Shuang raised the corners of his mouth and said in a calm tone.