This character is written in blood, and judging from the handwriting, it is very urgent and sloppy.

Ling Luoyu tried to gesture with his fingers, his eyes sank, and he looked at Xiaojin.

"Are you... looking for me? Or, what do you want to show?"

"what?"

Wu Ke made her feel confused and frowned.

"What is this word?"

He drew a picture after himself, his eyes were slightly different, and he slowly looked at Ling Luoyu.

"This isn't... Ling, is it?"

"I haven't finished writing, I don't know... But if it is finished, it should be a Ling character!!"

Xiaojin didn't know her plan to leave.

For him, he just escaped with excuses.

So when he had an accident, he would write his last name on the Tuan Fan.

But why?

Why does he write her last name?

To write, at least the name of the murderer must be written, right?

murderer? ?

Ling Luoyu stared at him, looked at Xiao Jin thoughtfully, and turned both his hands over.

There is no blood on his hand.

In other words--

"He didn't write this word?" Wang Ke also found a clue.

The characters on the tuan fan are very scribbled, indicating that the writer was in a hurry at the time.

Under such circumstances, he certainly wouldn't, and didn't have time to find another pen to write.

At this time, the best writing tool is your finger.

But Xiao Jin didn't have any blood on his hands.

"Who would it be to write your name on this fan? Does it make any sense?"

"Have!"

Ling Luoyu smiled and slapped, looking at Xiao Jin sideways.

"If it was the first time you saw this Tuan Fan and saw the blood on it, who would have thought it was written?"

"Of course it's him!"

"So...you said, why would he write a person's name on the Tuan Fan?"

Ling Luoyu faintly smiled and threw the fan into Wangke's hands.

"If it were you, you were going to die at this time, whose name would you write on the fan?"

"...Murderer!!" Wang Ke's pupils shrank and looked at Tuan Fan thoughtfully: "Because I want someone to avenge me, so I will write down the murderer's name..."

He looked at Ling Luoyu's back, thoughtfully.

Ling Luoyu smiled and walked towards the depths of the inner hall: "Don't look at me, I didn't kill him... he is my ally, I am a person, I have never killed an ally!"

"So, someone... planted you up?"

"Definitely, it's just that I don't understand...what does this person picture?!"

If the Queen of the Seas was in power at this time, and Xiaojin was her male pet and died in the hands of Ling Luoyu, the Queen of the Seas might still find her trouble and avenge her little male pet.

But the key question now is that the Queen of the Seas cannot protect herself, how can she still care about the life and death of a little male pet?

What does this person picture?

Wang Ke put the Tuan Fan back to Xiao Jin, turned around him, and tried to probe him.

The more I look, the stranger my face becomes.

"Miss Ling..."

Ling Luoyu stopped his steps: "What's the matter?"

Wang Ke's voice was strange.

He knelt on the ground and slowly withdrew his hands from Xiaojin.

"He... 70% of his bones are broken..."

Ling Luoyu's pupils shrank suddenly: "What?"

"He was killed by a violent blow... That force was very violent. It broke 70% of his bones and shattered his internal organs... When he died, he didn't endure too much. pain!"