With almost the same method, it is easy to analyze the two cases together, but in fact, the only thing they have in common with the two seems to be.
Because the two have no relationship and are very different in their professions, they have very few similarities, and even the most wise ones, they still have doubts about their abilities.
“What exactly is missing?”
Ji Dao thought hard for a long time, but still couldn't figure out what the most "fatal" similarity between these two people was. Seeing Ji Dao at a loss, Qian Xuan naturally felt uncomfortable. To be honest, she really wanted to provide Ji Dao with it.
Some ideas, but she, the person who knows Jidao best, also understands that the gap between the two in this regard is still a bit big.
Just like Ji Dao is like an "idiot" in identifying things, although both are subtly influenced by the other party's expertise, the impact is influence after all, and the gap between it and systematic learning is still huge.
Unlike the father of the tomb owner, the victim this time was a erotic artist with a certain reputation in this small town. Whether it is his connections or people he contacts on a daily basis, it is difficult to check.
I go out early and come back late, and I also perform in other towns all year round, so the people I come into contact with are just getting older.
The only thing in common at present is that their whereabouts cannot be grasped by people close to each other. This is the case with the tomb owner's father. This time, the victim is often not at home and his wife and children do not accompany him, so he has contacted the people he has daily contact with and the people he has in his daily life.
I don't know much about what happened to me.
"Have he not mentioned to you what happened?"
According to common sense, if a person has a dispute or something strange happens on a certain day, he should tell his family, but he doesn't know if the woman remembers it.
"I haven't mentioned any strange things. Even if he says anything, they are interesting stories that happened to him during the performance. My husband is easy-going and kind-hearted, and he will not make trouble with others. And he
They also often help some homeless people!”
“That’s it…”
Qianxuan murmured, if it were such a kind and easy-going person, the possibility of having hatred with people that must be resolved through murder is extremely small.
Then he also asked the assistant who had been following the victim, which was roughly consistent with what the woman said, and his life trajectory was extremely regular, and nothing strange happened.
"I hope you will have something to worry about. If we want to solve the case, we may have to inspect the victim's body. I hope you won't mind."
Qian Xuan understood that it was indeed a bit inhumane to make such a request in such a sad situation, but if you want to obtain clues, this is an indispensable process!
What unexpectedly happened to her was that the woman was unexpectedly reasonable. I don’t know whether it was due to her tactful tone or because Qian Xuan gave her a warm power, she thought for a while and agreed, but kept asking.
We just do our best and don’t lose our lives like the victim in order to catch the murderer.
On the way back, Qian Xuan was full of worry, while Ji Dao still had a heavy expression, but he still did not get a result that satisfies him.
"The people in this family are all kind people."
Ji Dao nodded and continued to preach:
"In such a peaceful town, there is no competition for interests, and there will be no intrigue between people. I think the people in this place have roughly such personalities, treating people kindly and sincerely."
Unfortunately, this way of dealing with people is unlikely to be seen in the cruel world of monks.
When they returned to the meeting point, Yaolu and the old man had already been waiting inside. Seeing that they were both feeling a little uneasy, they naturally brought back nothing good news.
There was nothing found in Yaolu, and Qianxuan had already discovered anything that might be useful.
Qian Xuan immediately entered the inspection stage. Ji Dao stayed and talked about the whole process to them. After listening to it, the old man also tightened his eyebrows and then said in a deep voice:
"So what we are looking for is a serial killer who commits crimes in this area? But why can the tomb owner not track down such an obvious killer?"
Yaolu and Jidao also shook their heads. This is exactly their current question. Is it so difficult to track this killer? The tomb owner could not track it for thousands of years?!
It was late at night. Looking from the windowsill, the whole world had been integrated into darkness, and only Jidao and their room were brightly lit.
At this time, Yaolu only told one fact, one that made them a little worried:
"If you don't control this killer, there may be more victims..."
Everyone's expressions suddenly became heavy, although they understood that now they were just in a memory, and this place and the real world were similar to a parallel space. No matter how many people died here, in the real world
There will be no changes.
Although all the dead are mortals, how could they feel sad when they see the beautiful families broken?
Even if it is not something that really happens, it may be uncomfortable even if you only see the "fantasy" that happens in front of them.
No matter how many people look at it, there will be no turmoil in their hearts. However, even if only one or two people who shouldn't die will be greatly impacted, this is the reason.
Just as the atmosphere was gradually depressing, Qian Xuan returned to the room with a sad face. When she came back, she shook her head helplessly.
"No clues..."
It seems that apart from the disappearing head, there was no trace of the victim. He is really an ordinary mortal.
"But now that the victim cannot be found, there is no way to find the next victim. The killer is a monk. If we rush over one step later, we can do nothing, just like today."
The father of the tomb owner and the victim this time seem to be people from two worlds, and they have no intersection. What do they have in common?
When the others lowered their heads when they heard this, a strange look flashed in Yaolu's eyes, and her brows frowned slightly.
In fact, there is still someone who is quite sober now, that is, the tomb owner, and he can naturally hear all their conversations.