So the previous cries were coming from a human head?

The same question was in their eyes, but then they both shook their heads at the same time. No, the screams earlier were clearly from a man's voice.

Sure enough, just as this thought crossed my mind, a series of women's wails rang out from not far away, as if they had suffered an immense humiliation. The cries sounded utterly heartbreaking and brought tears to the eyes of all who heard them.

Cheng Shuang had already entered the house. She quietly bypassed the headless corpse, first looking at the empty door without any wedding couplets, and then bending down to look outside. The same villagers were standing in the courtyard. Because of the mournful cries that could be heard from other places, they all turned to look, and then turned their heads to stare coldly into the house.

There was no smile this time.

Disappointment was written on every face until the crying stopped. Then, a cacophony of loud arguments pulled the tranquil village from its lonely, ghostly state into the world of mortals, and the entire silent village came alive in an instant.

Unfortunately, every argument represents the failure of someone who enters the instance.

Cheng Shuang licked her dry lips. Seeing Du Jun pull out a large waterproof cloth, she immediately went to his side. The two of them worked together to wrap the female corpse and stuff it into Du Jun's spatial storage. Cheng Shuang was responsible for the head. Under the watchful eyes of Xiong Baobao and the others, she dared not have any bad intentions.

Since the paper figures of the boy and girl were stained with blood, they decided to hide them together.

Bloodstains on the ground are even easier to deal with. Just use Animal Planet's cleaning spray, spray it on, and not only will the bloodstains be cleaned, but even old grime on the ground will be removed.

Seeing this, Du Jun deliberately scraped some dust and dirt from the corner and sprinkled it on, while Cheng Shuang followed behind, rubbing it with the soles of her shoes to make it look more natural.

After the two finished their work, the little girl looked up at the young man who had been looking indifferent, and winked mischievously.

Du Jun immediately realized that the boy thought he was the villain who was destroying evidence. The boy smiled helplessly and said very softly, "Let's go, little accomplice!"

"Alas, two wicked men and women!" The little girl shook her head, looked weary, and left the sinful room first with her hands behind her back.

Du Jun: ...So dramatic!

Cheng Shuang, always eager for drama, suddenly stopped halfway through the walk. She turned her head and asked, "Little brother, did you see the bride's neck earlier?"

"I saw it, it's perfectly intact." He had initially thought it was a strange occurrence, but upon hearing the little girl's second sentence, he immediately followed her gaze.

There seems to be something there!

Cheng Shuang's gaze fell on the crack in the wall. The wall had been in disrepair for many years and was dusty and gray, but a very inconspicuous bright spot shone in that gray wall.

She walked over, put on thick rubber gloves, and pulled a fishing line from the crack in the wall.

With a ding, a notification sounded in my mind: "Was this the tool used to kill the bride?"

Can fishing line sever a person's head?

Without a certain speed boost and skillful maneuvering, this task would be extremely difficult to accomplish.

She pulled the fishing line back up; one end was stained with blood, and the other end was dangling an ice spike. There was an inconspicuous little hole in the wall.

Du Jun walked over from the opposite wall, holding another fishing line, which also had an ice spike on one end and bloodstains on the other.

It seems the two fishing lines should have been a single, complete piece.

The little girl bit her lip, thinking about what had happened to others. If she were caught by the villagers, she would probably have no way to defend herself.

If all the steps and plots of those who enter the instance are the same, and there are only drunken boys and girls and a broken fishing line in the room, it is almost obvious who the murderer is.

No wonder the combination to the lock was so easy to guess!

So, was the clue the bride gave her in the scroll a way to save herself?

Wait, no, the timing is wrong.

With only one thin wall, how could there be no sound at all when the door to another room opens and closes, people come and go, and things are placed inside?

Therefore, the bride in mourning clothes knelt here very early, or rather, at the same time as the time when they were acting as virgins.

Cheng Shuang remembered the face of the bride in mourning clothes, which was very similar to that of the bride in the green jacket, but it was also possible that the white makeup of the same style had deceived her eyes.

"Young man, is the waist of the bride in mourning clothes small?" the girl asked.

Du Jun's eyelids twitched, he calmed down and thought for a moment, then nodded.

Cheng Shuang scratched her head, about to speak, when Du Jun grabbed her arm and hurriedly ran back to the next room.

There was a rustling sound outside the door of the room. The double doors opened, and a middle-aged man with a simple face walked in with several burly men.

The middle-aged man's eyes immediately locked onto Du Jun, who was standing by the wall. He hissed angrily, "Why are you the only virgin boy? Where's the virgin girl?" He seemed to need no answer from anyone, and ignored the increasingly cold expression on the young man's face when he heard the words "virgin boy." He stormed towards the wall, "Did you barge into the room? There are ancestral tablets there. How dare you juniors..."

The words stopped abruptly, and a head popped out from behind the pale-faced boy. A pretty little girl with delicate features asked with a smile, "You were looking for me?"

The middle-aged man stopped abruptly, his expression one of surprise. "You..."

Before he could finish his drink, the little girl added, "You didn't say we couldn't wander around. Of course, we didn't go anywhere else either; we've been keeping watch obediently!"

After saying that, the boy and girl left the spot, revealing the door that was locked with a padlock.

"Village chief, the painting and ancestral tablets have been moved." Two burly men ran over, their voices neither loud nor soft, and looked at Cheng Shuang and the other with menacing intent.

The middle-aged man, the one called the village chief, raised his eyes and spoke before anyone else could even utter a word.

"Don't tell me that painting is an antique!" Cheng Shuang shrugged. "If you like it, we can paint ten or eight copies for you that are exactly the same."

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