Reiki Recovery: Get Qilin Arm At The Start

Chapter 74

Chapter 74: Art teacher who is good at skinning (seeking for flowers and tickets, subscription and customization)

Although it was broad daylight, it still didn’t attract anyone’s attention by virtue of his superb light work.

Zhao Quan took the lead to head towards the girls’ dormitory.

Because the school is closed and it is not known when it will open, most students return home by car.

There was no one in the school at this time, and it seemed very deserted.

Zhao Quan soon came to the girls’ dormitory and found the dormitory where three people died.

There are still a few talismans pasted in front of the door. Zhao Quan looked at it with Sekong Xuan pupil and could see slight spiritual power fluctuations.

In addition, the original seal has been torn apart.

It looks like it was done by the folk cultivator who took this task last time.

Zhao Quan pushed open the door and walked in.

A sweet and fishy smell came up on the face, and it was unspeakable and disgusting.

The corpses on the ground had been cleaned up long ago.

But some bright red seeping into the floor can still be seen.

Zhao Quan turned on Sekong Xuantong and glanced around, and found that there was nothing else in this room except a trace of Yin Qi remaining.

Frowning slightly, Zhao Quan knew that there should be no other clues here.

He left the room directly.

Recalling the news that I saw in the Penyou circle before, Zhao Quan felt that Jiao Wangyuan definitely had a problem.

So he went down to the female dormitory building and walked to the teaching building not far away.

As an art class, art class is not very much appreciated in Dongsheng University.

But Jiao Wangyuan is quite famous in the university, mainly because he is good at drawing and is young and handsome.

Coax some girls who are not deeply involved in the world and go round and round.

Naturally, I have had relationships with many female students.

Considered by a considerable number of male classmates as a beast in clothing.

Thinking of this, Zhao Quan sent a letter of prestige to Shan Liuyun and asked her to help send him the information of the three female students who died.

Less than a minute later, I received Shan Liuyun’s reply.

[Wait a minute, I ask the people in the logistics team for it]

Soon, the details of the three girls were sent over via prestige.

Zhao Quan stood downstairs and checked briefly.

Sure enough, Jiao Wangyuan’s name appeared in the interpersonal relationship of these three girls.

And according to the ID card information, the three of them have lived in the same hotel at different times, and they are all with a man.

Only their own IDs are registered, so they don’t know the man with them.

Is it Jiao Wangyuan?

If you want to verify, you still have to call the camera in the hotel.

However, Zhao Quan did not find the track, nor did he need evidence, but these clues were enough for him.

Contact information shows that, with a little brain supplement, Zhao Quan probably guessed what happened.

Jiao Wangyuan is a well-known beast, who specially coaxes those female students to bed.(Read more @ wuxiax.com)

And these three people happened to be caught in Jiao Wangyuan’s suit.

The three of them are in the same dormitory, and getting along day and night is likely to miss their mouths, and they know each other’s existence.

It doesn’t matter what kind of bloody stories I experienced in the middle.

Anyway, in the end, it was probably the sisterhood that defeated Jiao Wang Yuan’s feelings, and the three reached a certain consensus.

Perhaps it was because Jiao Wangyuan made some kind of threat, which caused Jiao Wangyuan’s heart to die.

This led to misfortune.

Rubbing his chin, “Could it be that this time it was an ordinary murder, not a ghost.?”

wrong!

It’s not that simple!

If it is just an ordinary homicide, why would the Bureau of Investigation block the school?

Why did the two folk cultivators who came here before fail?

“Either my guess is wrong, or this Jiao Wang is far from simple.”

Looking at the teaching building in front of him, Zhao Quan decided to go to the art room first.

Soon, Zhao Quan came to the art room.

Looking through the window, everything is normal inside, and there is nothing unusual.

Zhao Quan casually crushed the lock on the door, pushed open the door of the art room and walked in.

Suddenly felt a faint yin air.

Eyes flashed: “It seems that I didn’t come to the wrong place.”

The art room is very large, with many brackets in the middle.

Zhao Quan turned on Sekong Xuantong and walked straight to a corner of the art room.

Here, there is an inconspicuous white small door.

Zhao Quan once took an art class and heard people say that this door is a small warehouse.

There was no such thing, but since Jiao Wangyuan became an art teacher, he paid for one to build one.

Said it is storing some art utensils and the like.

It is equivalent to reducing a part of the original art room area, building a wall with plywood, and leaving such a door.

Anyway, the art room is big enough, and there are very few people who specialize in art.

So neither the students nor the school leaders said much.

At this time, Zhao Quan saw the faint yin air coming from behind this door.

Without hesitation, Zhao Quan walked over and blasted the small door open.

I saw darkness inside, and the first thing that came to face me was an unpleasant smell.

Zhao Quan, who turned on the mysterious pupil of the color space, was able to easily see all the scenes inside.

I saw a row of artifacts on the ground in a small space.

The material is bamboo, and the shape seems to be to tie the bamboo into a human shape.

On the stool next to it, there is a washbasin.

Inside is white paste. There is also a brush.

It seems to be brushed on top of this humanoid bamboo tie.

Zhao Quan walked over, picked it up and observed it.

It was discovered that the white paste used was powder ground from human bones.

Looking ahead, there are a mess of bottles and jars on a bar-shaped iron table.

There are also various brushes.

Zhao Quan looked at them in turn. Some of these bottles were filled with human blood, some were filled with bile, and some were filled with women’s menstrual blood.

I have to ask how Zhao Quan knows so (get it) meticulous, because there are labels on the bottles and cans.

Looking up, there is a clothesline in the innermost part.

What’s hanging on the rope is not clothes.

It is a piece of human skin caught by a clip.

These human skins have been treated very clean and very whole.

Zhao Quan made two “tsk tuts”. He didn’t expect that Jiao Wangyuan could not only paint, but also had such a skinning craft.

On the ground, there are many large pieces of paper folded and piled up, and I don’t know what it is for.

Looking through Sekong Xuantong, these materials all exude the resentment and yin aura of the dead in vain.

I’m afraid the two cultivators who came to investigate this case last time are hanging on the ropes now.

At this moment, Zhao Quan suddenly heard movement outside.

Now that the target was locked, Zhao Quan did not plan to stay long.

They immediately went out to check.

I saw Jiao Wangyuan standing in the corridor outside the art room, watching him with a smile on his face. .