Even if Qin Yin didn't say it, everyone could tell this.
The white wall opposite was empty, leaving only a square mark.
The Taoist priest walked over and touched the mark. Then he lowered his head and looked at the ground.
"There are footprints here."
"footprint?"
Everyone hurriedly walked over, and sure enough, a string of footprints started in front of the white wall and ended next to the open window.
Luo Jiutian knelt down and looked at the set of footprints carefully, and said, "It looks like they were left not long ago."
Baomu was sniffing hard around the room. He frowned and shook his head, but never spoke.
"The person who might have taken the family photo had just left when we arrived," the Taoist priest said, "and he moved very quickly."
"How could it be so fast?" Qin Yin was puzzled and angry. "It's been less than ten minutes since we left the hot pot restaurant..."
"But it's been more than twenty minutes since that white shadow flashed past the window of the hot pot restaurant," Xiaolan said. "If this person also has Sister Xiaoyin's ability, then twenty minutes is completely enough."
"Not everyone has my abilities!" As soon as Qin Yin finished speaking, he saw Xiaolan, "You...you don't count, you are a bug."
"It shouldn't be similar to Xiaoyin's ability," the Taoist priest had already walked to the window. He looked at the window sill and said, "The person who took the photo frame left through the window. If it is the ability to tear space, there is no need to choose the window sill.
This location.”
"What's going on?"
The Taoist priest shook his head and walked back to the set of footprints.
"I discovered a problem," the fool said, pointing to the footprints. "There is only a series of leaving footprints here. Why is there no one coming in?"
Xiaolan subconsciously looked up at the ceiling, trying to find if there was any special passage.
"Another mystery..." The Taoist priest sighed, "Baomu, can you smell something?"
"Yes, Baomu, didn't you smell it in the living room?" Qin Yin quickly came to Baomu and said.
Baomu's nose twitched vigorously, but judging from his expression, the answer to this question didn't seem to be very good.
"Just now in the living room, I could only smell a little strange smell," Baomu said, "but the window here is open, the wind has taken away the smell, and we still have the smell of hot pot...
"
It’s because of the hotpot again.
Everyone held their foreheads helplessly, it seemed that hot pot was really an anesthetic for Baomu's nose.
Qin Yin just didn't believe in that evil. She opened the window to the maximum and leaned out her entire upper body. While mumbling something in her mouth, she pressed her face against the wall and inspected it.
"I don't believe that person didn't leave any clues... he could escape your sister Yin's eyes... he wanted to steal something from me... wait until I catch you..."
"Xiaoyin, be careful," the fool held Qin Yin's clothes, fearing that she would fall directly, "there won't be anyone outside..."
"Ah! I found it!"
Qin Yin's sudden shout startled them all, and the fool almost pushed her downstairs by mistake.
"I found it, I found it, I found it..." Qin Yin held something in her hand and crawled back in disgrace, "Look at this!"
A circle of people gathered around.
"Do you have something in your hand?" Luo Jiutian asked, looking at the hand she was holding.
"Oh, look carefully," Qin Yin moved to the sunset and raised his hand, "Look, this is a hair."
"..."
Through the dim sunset, one could indeed see that Qin Yin was holding a short gray-white hair between his two fingers.
"You just picked up a piece of hair from the balcony outside?" the fool asked.
"What's wrong? This is the clue."
"Xiaoyin," Luo Jiutian said euphemistically, "are you sure you didn't drop it yourself?"
"You just lost white hair!" Qin Yin thrust the hair in front of Luo Jiutian's eyes, "Why is my hair this color?"
"Where did you pick this up?" the Taoist priest asked.
Qin Yin pointed to the rough wall outside the window, "It's right there."
"That's the hair left behind when the bird flies by," Luo Jiutian said. "It doesn't look like human hair..."
"Then you just said it was me who dropped it?"
"I was just kidding."
"Actually..." Xiaolan said, "Let Brother Baomu smell it and you will know what kind of hair this is."
At this time, Baomu was lying on the wall, smelling the place where the photo frame remains were left. When he heard Xiaolan's words, he turned his head and said "Huh?"
"Hey, Baomu, smell it." Qin Yin grabbed the hair and ran over, "Does it look like the smell of the stranger you just smelled?"
Baomu looked at the gray hair of unknown origin in Qin Yin's hand with a bit of disgust, but Qin Yin didn't care and almost stuffed the hair into Baomu's mouth.
Sniff sniff... sniff sniff...
Baomu's eyes slowly turned from disgust to confusion, then to contemplation. Finally, he straightened up with his eyebrows knitted.
"I seem to have smelled this smell..."
"real?!"
Baomu nodded, "Do you still remember the hotel we stayed in? Isn't there a new guest next door to us?..."
"Is it that person?" Qin Yin almost gave a high-five, "Is it the smell of that person?"
"No...it's not a human..." Baomu said, "Xiaolan found a ball of cat hair in the secret door of that person's room... This hair seemed to come from that ball of cat hair..."
This time, it was Xiaolan who was the first to jump out of the light blue circle of light.
After she landed firmly, she took a quick glance and felt a little relieved.
There was no problem with their positioning this time, and they had arrived at their destination—the hotel room.
And it was the room where Xiaolan and the three of them lived.
Other companions jumped out of the circle of light behind them one after another. When Qin Yin jumped out last, Xiaolan had already rushed to the door.
She opened the door and ran to the room next door.
"Xiaolan!" The Taoist Master grabbed her and blocked her behind him, "Wait a minute."
"What are you waiting for?" Qin Yin chased after him with a huff, "Wait a little longer and that person ran away again!"
"You two, hide behind me," the Taoist priest stretched out his two slender arms, "and keep your voice down."
So, the boys acted as the vanguard, and the girls guarded the rear. The group of people cautiously walked along the corridor and approached the room.
near……
Saw it.
Xiaolan pointed to the door, her eyes widened.
"It's open!"
The door was ajar, and a faint glow of incandescent light shone through the cracks in the door. If you listened carefully, you seemed to be able to hear a thin friction sound coming from the door.
The Taoist priest held his breath, stretched out his hand, and pushed open the door.