Lu Ban first went over to Trist and reached out to check his breathing.
Fortunately, he was still breathing.
Though it was rather weak.
He examined Trist's body. There were no obvious external injuries, only some abrasions on his joints. It was obvious that Trist had fallen in this spot.
Whether he had been careless or had been fighting someone, they would have to ask Trist himself.
Judging by this, the blood on him probably hadn't come from him.
"This blood isn't his."
Lu Ban said this and turned to look at Xiya.
"There definitely wasn't anyone in this room just now."
Xiya looked around. The room seemed much like an ordinary room, but upon closer inspection, there were signs of friction along the edge of the table, on the chairs, and around the bedposts. It looked as though a considerable struggle had taken place inside.
"You also said just now that you didn't hear me. There's something wrong with this place. Could it be that we entered different spaces and only merged just now?"
Lu Ban deduced.
"That's too far-fetched. It's more likely that I was too nervous and didn't hear you enter the inn."
Xiya still didn't really accept such supernatural explanations. In her view, many things that seemed bizarre could actually be explained scientifically.
As a university student, it was absolutely improper to make subjective assumptions about the causes of things without first considering the principles behind them, pursuing nothing but fantastical delusions.
"But Old Cui really is lying here."
Lu Ban gently shook Trist, trying to wake him.
Trist's expression grew somewhat solemn, as if he were having a nightmare.
Lu Ban was helpless and could only search Trist's body for any other clues.
Soon, he found three photographs in Trist's pocket.
"Look, there are photographs