After Luo You'er finished inspecting the house and followed the scent outside to search for clues, he and Wei Wushuang also got busy inside.
The room was a complete shambles, as though it had been rooted through by wild boars. Distinct splatter-like bloodstains covered the floor and walls, and those fan-shaped marks outlined where the victims had finally fallen.
From the first glance at the victims, the case could already be classified as an "Evil Spirit incident."
Ordinary humans simply could not turn corpses into such a state. Even strength comparable to a hydraulic press could not ensure such smooth surfaces.
Enduring the stench of spoiled blood, the two quickly determined the causes of death for the four victims.
The Qian Family's man and woman had both died from being squeezed inside the wardrobe. However, because one side of the cabinet had a partition, the woman's corpse was shorter. Their eldest son had been crushed to death in a drawer. The youngest daughter had fallen farthest from the bedroom, running all the way to the courtyard gate before stopping. Unfortunately, a wooden bucket placed there had claimed her life.
This conclusion was no wild fancy. If the corpses were wrapped up, they would fit perfectly back into those containers.
The remaining blood and flesh inside the wardrobe and drawers also proved that they had once contained the victims.
Under such astonishing pressure, the containers themselves had not burst apart. This bizarre phenomenon that defied common sense was precisely a trait of Chaos. Only Evil Spirits formed from Ji and qi possessed such an ability.
"When the Evil Spirit appeared at night, the first victim should have been the head of the Qian Family." Xia Fan pinched his nose as he walked to the bedside, facing the wardrobe blackened with blood.