C81

Over the next week, Bai Zhijin almost everyday went to the home colt detective agency to find out about the withering leaf butterfly. However, every time, others would ask him to patiently wait, saying that they had already discovered something, but in the end, they still couldn't find the withering leaf butterfly. Whenever Bai Zhijin was anxious to be angry, there would always be a beautiful young lady who would comfort him and ask him to calm down.

A week passed and the firm made no headway. Bai Zhijin felt a little regretful that he had secretly disposed of Yilin's corpse. Even if he didn't report this matter now, he would still be unable to bring out any evidence. I never expected that the detectives would be so useless. The detective stories were too godly, and if every detective agency was at the level of Wise Kowloon, Holmes, Conan, and Kim Il, then no one would dare to commit a crime.

What puzzled him was that the Elin he threw into the trash transfer station was like a stone sinking into the sea. There was no response. There were no reports in the newspapers or online reports. Could it be that no one had found the body? The Weaving Bag was taken away and buried without being untied? That's unlikely. At every garbage station, there were a few garbage collectors waiting there covetously. How could they give up on such an opportunity? If the body was found, how could the reporter, whose sense of smell was ten thousand times more sensitive than a dog's, miss out on such eye-catching news? What in the world was going on?

However, Bai Zhijin soon felt relieved. Maybe the moment he threw the woven bag, the garbage truck loaded it up and buried it.

Returning from the home colt's office disappointed, Bai Zhijin dreamily returned to his own residence. He could not remember how he came back, and the details of the journey could not be recalled at all, as if he was sleepwalking.

When Bai Zhijin opened the door, he saw a photo lying on the floor. When he saw the picture clearly, he was suddenly fully awake — it was a picture of Illyan. Illyan's eyes widened in horror, his mouth hanging open as if he was shouting, a pair of clear handprints on his neck. Heavens, isn't this the picture of Yilin being strangled by a withered leaf butterfly?

Who is it? Bai Zhijin gasped and looked around, as if someone was secretly watching him from the darkness. When was this taken? Needless to say, it must have been taken shortly after Illyan's death? God, someone had broken into the house and taken a picture.

The picture was black and white, the corner of the withering leaf butterfly's mouth was black, that was blood. Black blood always felt unreal, but it was real, too real.

Bai Zhijin held onto the wall so that he did not fall to the ground. He walked into the house with strong steps and carefully closed the door. He did not expect his hands to be so disobedient as to close the door.

With great effort, he managed to shut the door. The next series of blows left him unable to withstand them and completely collapsed. His face was ashen as he sat on the ground, staring at the photo on the ground with his mouth wide open.

A long row of photographs lay lined up on the floor. All of them were black and white photos of Yi Lin. Some of her were strangled to death by the Withered Leaf, while others were dismembered. The photos were arranged in chronological order, like replays of memories. And these were all the unforgettable memories of Bai Zhijin. They were also the most painful memories in the depths of his soul.

There really is a God within three feet of you. Everything you do will be watched from above. Bai Zhijin recalled the teachings of the ancient people. All this, it seemed, was taken by a camera and then shown to him.

However, Bai Zhijin didn't believe in ghosts and gods. These photos must have been taken from someone hiding in his room. Who could it be? A girl flashed across his mind — — Withered Leaf! It must be her!

Bai Zhijin was so angry that his lips were trembling. Withered Leaf, this killer, I've been looking for you so hard. I didn't expect you to be hiding in the dark and shooting black-and-white photos like an art cameraman.

Suddenly, Bai Zhijin had a strong feeling that the Withered Leaf was inside the house right now. However, as he looked around, he was once again shocked speechless by what he saw — he saw a person sitting on the bed, Illyan.

Her face was ashen, her face still showed the fear of her death. There was a clear handprint on her neck as she sat there in a daze. Her pair of empty eyes had already rotted away, but it still made Bai Zhijin's scalp tingle.

Illyan's body was emitting a pungent stench. That cute girl would never come back. She was already dead, so why did she come back to the house?

"Why? Why did you want to kill me? " An unfamiliar voice suddenly sounded in the room.

Bai Zhijin was shocked, who was it that was speaking? For a moment he couldn't tell where the sound came from. He looked around nervously, but did not see anyone. "Who is it?" Who's there! " His voice trembled.

"You executioner, you cut my body in half and threw me into a rubbish dump! There's stink everywhere, there's sewage everywhere. " It seemed to come from different directions, sometimes east, sometimes west. Bai Zhijin was completely confused.

Illyan? Bai Zhijin was shocked. Why did Illyan say something? Wasn't she already dead? Could it be … Was this a ghost?

"Illyan!" Bai Zhijin's tears came out. Facing Yi Lin's ghost, he did not feel any fear, "I have my own difficulties. The Withered Leaf strangled you, I want to avenge you!"

"Crying cat and mouse, hypocritical mercy!"

Bai Zhijin felt that there was something wrong with Yelin's voice. This tone did not sound like her at all. It seemed like someone was disguising Yelin's voice. Furthermore, Bai Zhijin could clearly hear the conversation just now. The voice came from under the table, but when he looked over, there was no one there.

Suddenly, Bai Zhijin thought of something. He kicked the table over with his foot, and after carefully examining it, he found something new — there was a black thing stuck on the inside of the table leg. He had never seen this kind of thing before, it was definitely not something he had put up before, it was thin, like a layer of black paper, and it was half the size of a business card.

What is this? Bai Zhijin gently touched it. It seemed to be made of plastic. With a light tug, it unexpectedly did not fall off. He did not expect it to stick so tightly together. He pulled it off with force and held it in his hand. It was heavy, with metal parts inside. That was where the voice had come from.

"Who the hell are you?" Bai Zhijin shouted at the black business card, "Sneaking around and hiding in the dark. Truly despicable and shameless!"

"Just you wait, I'll come out right now!" A voice came from the black business card. Even though Bai Zhijin was mentally prepared, he was still surprised. This was clearly a man's voice.

"Withered Leaf Butterfly!" I know it's you! You bastard, think of a way to mess with me! "If you have the guts, then stand up. Come at me now. Do you believe that I won't kill you with a single slash?!" Bai Zhijin roared towards the sky.

The black card stopped talking. Bai Zhijin ruthlessly threw it on the ground. "Pa!" With a bang, the black business card broke into two.