"Did you find any useful clues?" Xin Huohuo looked around but didn't see a funeral portrait or anything of the sort.
They must have burned them all in their terror. The police report did have photocopies of those pictures, though. The person in the photos had their tongue sticking out, which looked genuinely chilling.
"Nothing at all."
"But it feels so gloomy in here."
"It's just your imagination." Mr. Hei glanced up. The victim in this house was the one who had been hanged from the ceiling fan. "It's also the influence of the death aura. When a violent or tragic event occurs, the natural world and the local energy field record it. It takes a long time for that to dissipate, unless it's forced away by someone with a stronger aura. The residual energy makes normal people feel uneasy—it makes their hair stand on end, sends shivers down their spine, that sort of thing."
Xin Huohuo did feel a bit cold, and a layer of goosebumps rose on her skin.
