As soon as he went upstairs, he saw Luo Yan fall on the ground, pointing at the door and crying, "Die, Zhu San is dead..."

Chi Shi frowned, walked over, reached out and pushed the door. The door was locked and could not be opened no matter how hard it was pushed.

The window paper was cut into a hole. Through the hole, the pool looked inside and saw a young man wearing red clothes and radiating hair on the chair inside.

He was very white and slender, with a bright red mouth, as if he had applied the best mouth fat.

A dagger was inserted into his chest, and the blood stained his moon-white middle clothes red.

He lay there motionless, his chest no longer fluctuated, and this should be the legendary Zhu Sanlang.

"Don't move the door, remove the window." Chi Shi said, raising his hand and lifting it, the entire window frame was removed directly by her intact.

Following the sound, the people who ran upstairs to watch the fun suddenly started to think about this scene.

If this guy wants to be a flower-picking thief, there is no boudoir that he can't get into!

Chi Shi carefully placed the removed window aside. Seeing that the window was tied tightly and there was no sign of opening, he then leaned over the window and jumped in.

"I'll report to the official, I'll report to the official!" Seeing this, the waiter who was greeting Chi with a smile, he was so scared that his legs became weak. He fell from the stairs and turned around.

But he immediately stumbled and got up and ran downstairs.

And those who wanted to follow Chi Shi were all stopped by Zhou Xian, "He is a coroner, so you can go in. If you go in, if you leave footprints, don't treat it as a murderer, you can't even wash it even if you jump into the Yellow River."

Chi Shi looked at him with some surprise, reached out and touched Zhu Sanlang's neck, and shook his head at Zhou Xian.

"The person is dead. It should have been less than an hour since he died. The knife stabbed directly into the heart, which should be a fatal injury."

Chi Shi said, walked to the door and squatted down.

At this door, there was a quenched charcoal basin. The charcoal inside had not been burned yet, and the black and gray mixed together, looking extra mottled.

This room is a very ordinary guest room, with a simple inside, with only one big bed, and a small round table. Beside the small round table, there are two backrest chairs. Zhu Sanlang was sitting on one of the chairs.

The door was tied tightly. No wonder Luo Yan called Zhu San to go downstairs to have dinner, but he didn't open the door. The door was always closed.

But if the doors and windows were closed, how could the murderer kill Zhu Sanlang in such a confined space and then escape?

Moreover, Zhu Sanlang was stabbed in front of him, so why didn’t he scream?

Although it was time to eat, the downstairs were filled with people, there were no stories in the inn, and no songs were singed. Everyone could hear the words of Wei Hong before, but it was unreasonable. Someone was assassinated and screamed, but the people downstairs didn't notice it at all.

"If the door is closed in the pool, wouldn't it be a secret room to kill people?"

Zhou Xian thought and asked curiously.

When the people around him heard this, they started yelling, "I have never heard of killing people in a secret room!"

"Can it be the one named Zhu who committed suicide? Was the door tied from inside? Is it not the door that he closed or the door that ghosts closed?"

Chi Shi listened, looked at Zhu Sanlang's chest carefully, shook his head, "It's not suicide, it's him killing."

"When you go down the pond, come and listen to your suffering in this life."

"The deceased Zhu Sanlang is about seventeen or eighteen years old. Judging from the degree of stiffness, the time of death is within one hour. Although the secret room is a secret room, Zhu Sanlang was indeed killed."

"If you commit suicide, Zhu Sanlang holds the dagger in his hand and pierces it into his chest, then there will be a lot of blood splashing on his hand. However, we can see that Zhu Sanlang's hand is relatively clean."

"The place where the blood is the most common is around the wound. The deceased was very cruel and killed with one knife."

"It was killed by someone, and Zhu Sanlang was killed by someone!" Luo Yan, who had previously sat on the ground with weak legs, was already helped up. He walked to the window and looked inside, and couldn't bear to turn his head aside.

"Wei Hong has long been disgusted with Zhu Sanlang. Just this morning, she had a conflict with Zhu Sanlang and pushed him into the snow. Otherwise, Zhu Sanlang would not have been alone in the room and bathed and changed his clothes."

Luo Yan was excited as he spoke, "Wei Hong, are you satisfied now? Zhu Sanlang is dead this time."

Wei Hong had already gone upstairs at this moment, "What does it have to do with me? Luo Yan, I respect you and have a engagement with me, and I give in to you three points on weekdays. But it would be fine if you protect Zhu Sanlang, the dilapidated son, but he even suspects that I am the murderer?"

"Yes, Zhu Sanlang is so charming and charming all day long, and I wish I could sleep with you. I was unhappy. But I, Wei Hong, saw that there were too many people who were unhappy, so why didn't I see them all go to death?"

"If it weren't for the heavy snow that blocked the road, I would have gone back long ago. As for the dead people with you in this broken place!"

She said, and looked towards the stairs with a swish, "Besides, have you scolded Zhu Sanlang for dying? Why do you suspect me alone!"

Chi Shi looked at her gaze, and the people who were walking with him all lowered their heads with ugly expressions.

"Look at them, they are so guilty. Zhu Sanlang's family collapsed. He pestered Sister Gao every day and wanted Uncle Gao to help him, but he didn't see how his family was ruined. Sister Gao, a little girl, could not care about his father and brother's affairs."

"Who is he so unconsidered for his friends? Liu Yiqing and Sister Gao have a engagement and will get married next month. Zhu Sanlang is like a disgusting fly. Now, no one of the Liu family is pointing at Sister Gao."

Wei Hong said, stomping her feet and cursed, "Besides, isn't Qin Zhi still there? We were having dinner below, and everyone saw it. Only Qin Zhi did not say that he had broken his legs and rested upstairs."

"His house is also on the second floor. His leg was broken and he was tilted. He might also kill people while we were having a meal!"

Wei Hong became more and more excited as she spoke, and she was a little sarcastic.

She raised her hand and pointed at the middle-aged man who had called himself grandpa downstairs before, cursing, "Why didn't you say he killed it? If it weren't for the snowstorm, who would have stayed in this broken inn?"

"There are all kinds of ghosts in it. Didn't this person say it in person just now? They even started a gambling game and used Zhu Sanlang to gamble. Who knows what they were betting on? Maybe they killed Zhu San?"
Chapter completed!