"You're looking behind you." He said and raised his hand.
Looking back? Lu Yu hesitated for a moment and continued to look back. The other party did not disappoint him. The next photo was enough to shock him speechless.
It was a forest, a pine forest.
Cypresses and pine trees are mixed together, which is a bit too dense. Under the canopy, the trunks that have not been exposed to sunlight all year round are dry and cracked, like half-rotten snake skin, standing there one by one, black and dark, and there are no traces.
There is a good mood of evergreen pines and cypresses.
Looking from below, it looks more like layers of cages, and there is a corridor in the middle of the woods, which is very narrow and can only accommodate one person, like a cave in the forest.
Judging from the photo, the angle chosen by the photographer was not very good. The photo is a bit skewed. There is a person very close to the upper left corner.
dead.
He has seen a lot of dead people.
However, this one is different from others.[
This man was hanged, by a strange weapon. His chest was full of blood, very thick, hanging straight down. It had a desolate texture against the background of the white robe, which was very eye-catching.
Very coquettish.
It's too far away and I can't see the face clearly.
King Yaksha King Lu Yu got closer and took a closer look. He still couldn't see his face clearly, but his figure and dress were average.
"There's more behind that," the police uncle promptly reminded.
"Oh." Lu Yu didn't have time to reply, and quickly turned back the page, showing one close-up, two close-ups, and three close-ups.
Damn it, Xiao Lu really admires this photographer. Such horrific scenes are captured so beautifully. The tilted camera made him have to twist his head to look at it, not to mention how uncomfortable it was.
The first one is the face.
King Yasha's face is not ugly, it's pretty handsome, but it's pale and wrinkled. Up close, it looks like Orochimaru in "Naruto". He likes to keep his hair long and cut off his headband, this quirk
After his death, the desired effect was finally achieved, with strands of black hair hanging down naturally, like a black waterfall, just like the female ghosts in the movie.
Through the hair, the eyes that bulged like light bulbs were vaguely visible, no longer slender, but still terrifying.
His strange weapon like a nine-section whip was tightly tied around his throat, and a steel claw dropped in front of his neck. The unique metallic luster was used as an embellishment. This thing is an antique and is worth a lot of money. I don’t know who is so wicked.
Use him as a rope.
Maybe it's because he's been hanging for a long time. The neck of King Yasha hanging half in the air is a bit long, and coupled with the narrow shoulders that seem to be slumping, he looks particularly ferocious. Not to mention, this guy's style is somewhat similar to He Chen, especially his hair.
If you don't know clearly, you must think of them as father and son, ah no, it would be more appropriate to think of them as mother and daughter.
This photo could be made into the cover of a horror movie. It’s very contagious. Damn it! Lu Yu secretly cursed, it was very off-putting, and he felt uncomfortable just thinking about this hairstyle.
Wen Ling especially liked to pretend to be a female ghost and climb onto Lu Yu's bed. She would often watch her secretly turn off the lights, then put her two little hands forward, roll her eyes, put on her pajamas and float forward.
Among them. No, I have to ask her to cut her hair tomorrow, or drive her away, drive her away decisively! Lu Yu thought about her cute expression and smiled.
Open the second one, the chest.
King Yasha is not thin at all, at least he has some flesh on his chest, but his robe is too loose and does not show off his figure. A woman like Qin Lan who is very mature from the waist up might be able to hold it up, but no matter how you look at it, it is
Because of the good relationship, all the old men in Han Ling like to wear robes. What kind of hobby is this?[
Looking at a man's chest is not a good thing, but Lu Yu had to look at it, who made him curious? Curiosity kills the cat, curiosity kills the fox. King Yaksha's chest was full of blood, as if a hole had been opened.
Maybe the person who took action was too quick, and there was a square hole printed on the white robe. Yes, it was square.
What kind of weapon was this made of? Lu Yu frowned.
Originally, according to his thoughts, the best outcome of this matter was for King Yaksha to die in the hands of the Bronze Bell Monk. This would save him trouble and keep his secret. With such a great monk helping him silence him, naturally there would be less
A peace of mind.
The worst outcome is that the great monk didn't kill him and let him run away. Since he and the great phoenix seem to be inseparable, there is no need to worry about the secret being leaked. You don't have to take the initiative to find him. He will definitely do it for the half-volume of the remaining book in Lu Yu's hand.
Who wouldn't take the initiative to send someone to his door and just wait and see? Lu Yu just had to be prepared to give him a sap. However, doing so would be troublesome and risky.
But, what is happening now? Lu Yu really doesn't understand.
He is dead. I don’t know who did it. I can’t tell what caused him to die. Bench leg? Damn it.
Looking at the third picture, I wondered where it was and adjusted the angle over and over again. It took me a long time to figure out that it was the back of the head.
It's not his fault. The whole photo is covered with jet black hair. There is a long blood mark in the lower middle. If it weren't for the strange structure on the back of his head, Lu Yu would have been hard to tell. There is a blood mark on this guy's occipital bone. It's blunt.
The blood left behind from the blow with the weapon, this time the blow was not light, and it was extremely accurate. A blood line two fingers wide was more eye-catching. It was the same color from left to right, regardless of the depth.
Awesome, Lu Yu had to admire him. Asking himself, even with his skills, he couldn't hit King Yasha on the back of the head. This place is not easy to hit, but the effect is amazing. If he is hit, no matter how powerful the person is, he will definitely hit it.
Lose. Preliminary judgment shows that this gorgeous technique is by no means the work of a skilled outsider like the Bronze Bell Monk. Facing King Yaksha, whose strength is agility, he can subdue him in a more clever way.
Is there such a master?
Lu Yu thought for a long time, even in an organization with many experts like Han Ling, no one could do it. Asura's strength was stronger than him, but not to this point, there was no need for the Great Phoenix to fight
He took action, and no one could tell what that woman's true ability was, Emperor Shakti? Pull him down, the old man who has zero impression of him until now, who knows what kind of monster he is.
Could it be that the "God of Wealth" wants to clean him up? Well, this is possible.
Thinking about this, Lu Yu became nervous. His heartbeat accelerated as he was always unruly. He wanted to shout three times: Damn, God of Wealth, is that you!?
Haha, after a short period of childishness, his logical ability returned again. Lu Yu sighed self-deprecatingly, then took a deep breath and looked down.
The ones below are boring, Sang Biao, Hong Mao, etc., most of them were done by himself, but there was an old detective opposite, so he didn't dare to arouse suspicion, so he followed the previous example and looked at them one by one.
, it takes twenty minutes to complete one session.
"How do you feel?" the other party asked.
"Disgusting." Lu Yu said bluntly.
"Haha, it's normal." This old fried dough stick was not in a hurry at all. He picked up his chopsticks and dug into a plate of cold dishes. No one could tell his intention.
"Why are you showing these to me?" Lu Yu naturally asked.
"Because you need to know."
"Oh? I don't understand very well." Knowing that the other party was having a Zen chat with him, Xiao Lu had to carry on, and continued with an apologetic smile on his face: "You, you'd better tell me directly, my head hurts.
No, I drank too much."
"Haha, you're still young. It's not easy at such a young age." He shook his glass and smiled playfully.
Lu Yu also smiled. This time he didn't take it. Instead, he held the photo and handed it over with both hands, waiting for the other person to spit out the following words without moving his eyes.