Because if it really had been hers, the blood could never have pooled so neatly, nor could it have left the ground without a single
other trace.
With no other clues on the ground, the two turned their attention to the bed and window.
Chu Luohen approached the bed and found the bedding in utter disarray, as though there had been a struggle.
Su Jiu went to the windowsill instead. The flowers there had clearly been moved, because soil had been scraped loose around the base of the pot.
Su Jiu took another look at the tiny white flowers blooming in profusion.
Two had fallen unnaturally, as neither showed any sign of wilting.
And the spots where those two flowers had grown were on precisely the side where the pot had been moved.
More accurately, perhaps the person had not done it deliberately. It looked more like an accident, or as though someone had bumped into the flowerpot when pushed against the windowsill.
Su Jiu returned to the pool of blood, dabbed a little onto a dry cloth nearby, and sniffed it. A hint of interest appeared on her face.
She handed the cloth to Chu Luohen. He took it and merely wafted it beneath his nose before moving it away.
His face remained expressionless, yet Su Jiu somehow thought she had glimpsed disgust.
"It isn't human blood."
By now, Su Jiu and Chu Luohen had killed no small number of people and demon beasts. She believed they could still tell whether blood was human.
At Su Jiu's words, even the man's composure faltered, and his expression changed. "What nonsense are you spouting?"
Su Jiu's gaze was cold. "You should know better than anyone whether I'm spouting nonsense."
Samo's eyes lit up. "You mean Moglis is all right?"
Su Jiu