The Full-level Boss Took the Sick and Weak Script

Su Nanzhi turned her head, pointed to the Eight Immortals Terrace in front of where the corpse was drawn, and said, "Has this table been moved?"

"No."

Su Nanzhi heard the words and looked at the other policemen around. Feng Rui understood what she meant and beckoned people to go outside.

"It's a sacrifice." Su Nanzhi said.

"Sacrifice?" These two words suddenly touched the blind spot of the team's knowledge.

He understood the literal meaning of these two words, but he looked at the clean table and expressed his confusion.

Su Nanzhi pointed to the Eight Immortals Terrace and said, "Dog blood was once released in this place, and there is a sign of red ink, which is one of the runes for the sacrifice."

Looking at the clean table, Feng Rui didn't understand where the sacrificial runes in Su Nanzhi's mouth came from.

Su Nanzhi paused for a moment, and then said to Feng Rui: "Your yin and yang eyes have not expired yet, come over and take a serious look, staring intently, then you will understand what I'm talking about."

Feng Rui and Qin Luoshu stepped forward at the same time, and even Jiang Beiyu took two steps forward as if joining in the fun.

In front of their eyes, a layer of blood-colored runes gradually appeared on the black wood platform of the Eight Immortals. Its complexity is puzzling.

They saw the blood-red runes, a pot of dog blood, and the scene of three sticks of incense reappeared.

But the reappearance of that scene was also very short-lived. Feng Rui and Qin Luoshu only watched for about ten seconds before disappearing.

Only Jiang Beiyu, ten seconds later, that scene still appeared in his eyes.

"You mean to say that Li Chaoqian set up a sacrificial formation at home?"

Su Nanzhi nodded, and then added: "However, I don't know if the deceased knew that this was a sacrificial array."

"What's the meaning?"

"There are more than one sacrificial formations. Some, such as traditional pig and sheep sacrifices, and river god sacrifices, sacrifices may not be willing, but some must require the sacrificer himself to sacrifice himself willingly." .”

"This formation is so simple that even an ordinary person can set it up," Su Nanzhi said while looking at the table, "And do you know what is being sacrificed?"

"What is it?"

Su Nanzhi: "Soul."

"Soul?" Feng Rui frowned, "You said before that the souls of these two people are no longer found, is that what you mean?"

Su Nanzhi nodded, and then looked down at the decoration of the room: "Someone should have said something to them, like what kind of ghosts and gods they can invite or what they can get."

Feng Rui: "You mean it was specially ordered by someone?"

"I don't know," Su Nanzhi replied, "but this is a formation to sacrifice the soul. Who is the soul sacrificed to? Isn't this a problem?"

"And," Su Nanzhi added with some hesitation, "If I remember correctly, there are a total of seven people to be sacrificed in this formation. If you have found two people so far, you are sure that only two people will be sacrificed." ?"

Feng Rui: "Seven people?"

In other words, this serial murder case is still happening, maybe today or tomorrow.

What can be confirmed at present is that the deceased all set up this formation with clear self-awareness, but it is not yet known whether they sacrificed willingly or were deceived by others.

"Seal the team," said a man who crossed the cordon and entered, "According to Li Chaogan's wife, he began to live alone in this villa about two months ago."