"On a night when blood drips from the green tiles, when the copper bell shakes the soul——"
As I slit the corpse's throat, I touched a second bronze bell.
The tongue of the bell, which has not been rusted for twenty years, is stuck with human oil, as if an evil spirit is holding it between its teeth.
Huo Lie kicked the autopsy knife in my hand and crushed the bell pattern with his blood jade finger: "Leng Zuo, if we continue the investigation, you should lie on this table."
The imperial mausoleum robbery case files were twisted into ashes in the brazier, but the souls of those who died in vain were crawling into the living skins through the cracks in the bell.
The autopsy knife cuts open the carrion, the forbidden army crossbow shoots through the fog, when the ice pick hits the fire, the mortal obsession burns through the Qingming Jiuquan.
——On the first page of Dayin's Secret Case Record, what is written in blood is not just the truth?
