Ever since Mo Xiaoqing had a fight with him, Xu Yao had been feeling very depressed, so he went out for a walk to get some fresh air.

The rain on the island was really heavy. Just when they were having dinner, the sky was overcast and the wind was blowing hard. After dinner, Xu Yao stood at the gate of the villa, and the outside was already shrouded in rain and mist.

Xu Yao asked the servant for an umbrella, opened it, and walked into the rain.

He actually liked to take a walk alone on rainy days, as this was when his mind was clearest and most agile. Due to the heavy rain, there were very few pedestrians on the road. Under the light of the street lamps, the wet road surface was dotted with flowers shining with yellow light, which were nothing more than mud pits.

Xu Yao walked aimlessly along the road, and before he knew it, he came to the vicinity of the primeval forest again. Another 500 meters ahead was the wooden house that Mr. Chen forbade entry to.

And Chen Xinhua happened to die in a room in this wooden house.

It was already past eight o'clock in the evening, and except for the dim light of the street lamps on the road, the rest of the place was pitch black.

Xu Yao couldn't help but quicken his pace and came to the iron fence covered with vines. He looked up and found that there was a faint light coming through a window in the wooden house.

This surprised him very much. The wooden house in the restricted area should be uninhabited now, so how could there be light?

Because a murder had occurred in this wooden house, the lock on the door of the iron fence had been pried open. Xu Yao quietly pushed open the door and walked in.

As soon as he walked in, he found it was pitch dark inside. He groped his way forward for only a dozen meters before he fell into complete darkness.

The rain showed no sign of abating, and it hit the umbrella with a crackling sound, and the sound was several times louder than usual. The rain flowed down along the umbrella and all went into Xu Yao's trouser legs and shoes. Xu Yao couldn't help but shiver all over, and the cool air came up directly from his feet.

He quickly reached the wooden door, and when he looked up again, he found that the faint light from the window was on the third floor.

He vaguely realized that something was wrong. It was impossible for anyone to live here, but how could there be a light?

Xu Yao pulled himself together, stumbled through the door, and groped his way to the third floor.

There was no flashlight, so Xu Yao wanted to turn on the flashlight on his phone, but he was afraid of alerting the enemy, so he just waved the weak light of his phone and groped forward.

The umbrella had been put away long ago, and Xu Yao was soaked all over. When he reached the stairs, he calmed his breathing a little and wiped his face. Holding the umbrella in his hand, he swung it slightly forward a few times.

At this time, the umbrella actually became a weapon. Although this thing is not suitable as a weapon, it is better than bare hands.

Because Xu Yao had no idea what secrets were hidden in the wooden house, or what kind of opponent he would face.

Xu Yao leaned against the wall, calmed his mind, and slowly climbed up the stairs.

His wet shoes made a creaking sound as they stepped on the wooden stairs, but fortunately the sound was not too loud. However, it was drowned out by the heavy rain outside.

Xu Yao did not dare to be distracted at all. He kept his ears open, paying attention to the movements upstairs, while moving up carefully.

He soon reached the third floor.

Xu Yao stuck his head out and looked towards the corridor. Sure enough, there was a faint light coming out of a room.

He walked forward, and his uneasy heart moved to the door of the light.

Xu Yao held the umbrella in his hand and carefully pushed open the half-open door.

He saw a man with his back to him, hanging on the windowsill, with his head slightly lowered.

Xu Yao turned on the flashlight on his phone and shone it inside. He was shocked to find that there was no support under the man's feet. It turned out that he was hanging in the air.

Xu Yao subconsciously felt that something was wrong, and walked into the room bravely to observe. In the empty room, there was no one else except the hanging man.

He turned on the flashlight on his phone and shone it on the hanging man on the windowsill. He was stunned.

When he saw the ferocious and familiar face of the hanging man, he felt very complicated. This person was none other than Tang Hai, who kept yelling at him to send special police to protect him.

Xu Yao hoped that Tang Hai was still breathing at this moment, but he hurriedly brought a stool to untie Tang Hai from the rope, and then checked his breath and found that he was dead.

Xu Yao was soon surrounded by an invisible sense of guilt.

Tang Hai, he was dead, he died just like that!

Xu Yao felt that most of his strength had been drained away, and he sat on the ground limply. He took out his mobile phone softly and made a call.

"Call someone over quickly, another murder has occurred in the wooden house in the restricted area."

After a while, countless beams of light lit up again in the dark wooden house.

After the sound of footsteps, four or five police officers rushed in. Xu Yao directly woke Lin Yalin up from her sleep.

As usual, Xu Yao would definitely call his assistant Mo Xiaoqing, but just as he was about to make the call, he paused for a moment and hung up.

Liu Xiaobo was the first to rush into the room, shouting loudly:

"Captain Xu, what's going on? How come another person died here?"

Liu Xiaobo took the flashlight and shone it on the ground, and the person lying on the ground also looked extremely terrified. Isn't this the youngest son-in-law of Chen Lao, Pang Hai?

At this time, Liu Xiaobo saw the paper on the wooden table. He quickly put on his gloves, picked it up with his hands, and shone the flashlight on it.

"This is a suicide note. Did Tang Hai commit suicide?!"

Xu Yao replied, "That's impossible. I just talked to him, and he asked me to send two special police officers to protect him.

When he talked to me, he was very scared. He said that he would be killed, and I didn't expect that his words would come true. Less than a day later, he was found hanging from a rope."

At this time, Xiao Li's voice rang, "Captain Xu, come out and take a look. There are several footprints in the corridor."

Xu Yao immediately went out upon hearing the noise. He asked Liu Xiaobo to give him a flashlight with a strong light and shined it from the door all the way forward. There was a set of footprints that was relatively long, and it was obvious that Xu Yao left it himself. And there was another set of footprints that looked much smaller.

Xu Yao guessed that it should be a woman. The other set of footprints should be the deceased Tang Hai.

Xu Yao asked Liu Xiaobo to give him a ruler, squatted on the ground and began to measure carefully.

The length of the footprints was 28 cm, and the single step length was 155 cm. The owner of the footprints should be about 1.7 meters tall.

Liu Xiaobo asked doubtfully, "So the murderer is not tall, but the contradiction is that although Tang Hai is thin, he is also 1.8 meters tall. If Tang Hai is conscious, it should be difficult for the murderer to subdue Tang Hai and hang him on the rope, right?"