The identity of the corpse (1)

"Stinky man, is there something wrong with your child's head?"

Susu jogged into the study, and the feeling of being prickled on the back disappeared. It was strange that she was being stared at by a five or six-year-old child.

"You're the one who's sick, your whole family is sick. Oh, I forgot that your family is long gone."

Xu Qi 'an retorted mercilessly. He had already forgotten his aunt's joke and thought that susu was just mocking the little bean.

"Squeak ..."

Xu Qi 'an closed the door of the study. He wanted to pour a cup of tea for li Miaozhen, but considering that they might have to do an autopsy next, it was not the time to drink tea, so he didn't serve the guest tea.

Li Miaozhen didn't talk nonsense. She took out the fragment of the Book of the Netherworld and shook it gently. A black shadow fell and fell on the floor of the study.

Xu Qi 'an's five senses were sharp, and he smelled a strong scent of blood.