Wu Cuo did not rush into the backyard, but went around to the front yard first.

The fire is mainly concentrated in the backyard, and the houses where bats gather in the yard are also affected, and the traces of the front yard are relatively well preserved.

Wu Cuo squatted at the gate and carefully observed the dust on the door.

Apart from the traces of being scratched by himself and Yan Ruyu, no new traces were found.

He entered the door and walked into the west wing.

There was obviously a trace of dragging on the floor of the west wing, extending from the door to the window, about 50 cm wide, rubbing the original footprints on the ground.

This is a new trace!

Wu Cuo remembered it very clearly that there was absolutely no such trace on the ground when he and Yan Ruyu walked out of the west wing.

Someone dragged something away from here?

No, the traces show the left and right sweep, which is more like being left behind to eliminate footprints!

It's the murderer!

The murderer entered the haunted house through the window, killed Yuan Zhijie and then jumped out of the window and left. When he left, he did not forget to eliminate his footprints.

Wu Cuo immediately went to the window to observe. He widened his eyes and looked over one centimeter after another.

If there is a small amount of missing scratches on some dust, it will attract his attention.

However, it is of no use.

Wu Cuo's eyes were so wide that he had no valuable discoveries.

Go out of the west wing and come to the door of the main hall.

The bat feces on the ground were roasted by the fire and became even more unpleasant. The little wind brought a smell that was disgusting.

Bat feces became natural footprint molds, and firefighters wore uniform fire boots, and the patterns on the soles of the shoes were the same.

The aisle connecting the front and back yards was full of such shoe prints, which were very clear. The footprints left by Yan Ruyu and Wu Cuo were covered and completely invisible.

If the murderer wants to enter the backyard and kill Yuan Zhijie, he will definitely pass by here.

Wu Cuo made up his mind and bent down and carefully observed every trace on the bat feces.

He held his breath the moment he bent down.

Therefore, he realized more deeply what "eye-sucking" means.

"Old Wu, use this!"

Yan Ruyu threw him a protective suit - a protective suit used by forensic doctors to dissect highly decayed corpses. It looks a bit like an astronaut's space suit and has a closed head cover that can block the smell to a certain extent.

"Damn, talent, are you still carrying this with you?!"

"Always have a set in the car to deal with emergencies."

With protective clothing, Wu Cuo almost knelt on the ground and screened the footprints on the ground inch by inch.

"Why!"

After the screening, Wu Cuo was covered in protective clothing and sweated.

The wound on the lower back was flooded with sweat and the pain was unbearable.

Once the pain is done, I sweat more.

He was caught in a vicious cycle.

The most painful thing is not physical pain, but as the survey continues, the road with clear footprints becomes shorter and shorter, and the hope of finding useful traces becomes increasingly slim.

For the Heng prosecutor, this is the real torment.

"Um?"

Just as the end of the inspection was about to reach the end, a trace that was almost unobservable attracted Wu Cuo's attention.

On the edge of the fire boot print, there is a horseshoe-shaped mark the size of a little fingertip.

The mark was too small and half of it was trampled by the fire boot print. If it weren't for the screening inch by inch like Wu Cuo, it wouldn't have been possible for this trace to be found.

Although it is small, the mark is very deep, about half a centimeter deeper than the fire boots.

"High heeled shoe prints! Old Yan! The fucking shoe prints! The murderer is a woman!" Wu Cuo yelled loudly.

This discovery was really hard to come by. Wu Cuo was filled with mixed feelings, and only yelling could express his emotions.

Yan Ruyu crawled out of the tunnel with a dirt face and took a few breaths of fresh air.

"I really underestimated the power of the fire. The walls and ground below were hot. I was almost ripe with the whole steamer."

"What are you doing in there? Come and see it quickly, and you have a major discovery!"

"I heard it, high heels, shoe prints, right?" Yan Ruyu walked towards the place where Wu Cuo was, while using his hands as fans and constantly slapping the wind into his head.

"What a fucking weird!" Wu Cuo said.

"Yes, it's so strange." Yan Ruyu also said: "Don't this woman knows that she is very poor and has poor strength. She is also wearing high heels when she comes to kill people. What's the point of making a fuss?"

Wu Cuo shrugged, saying that he did not understand a creature like a woman very much.

The following on-site survey took a whole half of a day, and finally Xiaobai and Minghui joined the on-site survey, but they never gained anything again.

The murderer is a woman, a woman wearing high heels.

At present, this is the only clue that the police have.

At noon the next day, Yan Ruyu suddenly said, "This won't work, we're going to be stubborn."

Wu Cuo Xiaobai Minghui stopped, and Yan Ruyu continued: "The value of this site has been excavated. It's time to change your mind. Have you found Yuan Zhijie's residence? I think you can start from there."

Xiaobai shook his head, "This man's whereabouts are very strange, and he deliberately hid his identity and did not find his residence."

Minghui frowned and thought, "I have an idea."

"Tell me," Wu Cuo gave her an encouraging look.

Yan Ruyu analyzed: "These two murders were too coincidental. Three students came to the haunted house to explore late at night and happened to meet the murderer here. Is this a coincidence? Also, Lao Wu and I, as soon as we got off the tunnel, the murderer arrived, twice in a row, this is definitely not a coincidence!"

"I understand!" Minghui suddenly said: "Yuan Zhijie and the murderer should live nearby! Even if they don't live here, there must be a den. They seem... to be monitoring this place. As long as they find the secret passage, they will kill them."

"The abandoned empty houses nearby! Search!" Wu Cuo was the first to rush out.

Half an hour later, the three of them received the location information from Xiaobai.

Found Yuan Zhijie's residence!

Dirty! His residence is so dirty!

A bed made of a few wooden strips, the legs of the bed are crooked.

The greasy quilt that could no longer be seen fell on the ground, and the pillow was thrown at the door in a mess.

Seven or eight instant noodles boxes were piled in the corner of the wall, and the uncooked instant noodles soup had become moldy and hairy.

The old sauerkraut smells so sour.

"Is this Yuan Zhijie's residence? Are you sure?" Wu Cuo couldn't believe that a thief who had stole the Bank of China gold bars would live in such a place.

"Identity card, found under the mattress."

Xiaobai handed a ID card to Wu Cuo.

The name on the ID card is Yuan Xiaohu, but the photo is Yuan Zhijie.

Yuan Xiaohu, it turns out that this is his new identity.

Yan Ruyu, who had been looking around silently, pointed to the quilt and pillow on the ground and said to Xiaobai: "Is this what you threw to the ground?"

Xiaobai shook his head, "No, it was like this when I came in."

"Even if the sloppy person is, there is no need to throw the pillows and quilts on the ground, right? There is only one possibility. Someone is coming here first and turning it over here. The question is, what exactly is she looking for?"
Chapter completed!