Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks

Chapter 1684: Carried in the Smell of Feces

The family inside didn’t even have a dog. How did the killer find the time to commit the crime?

Ning Shu was getting muddled. It was too confusing.

She buried the body in the snow as it was too disgusting to even take a second glance at.

As soon as Ning Shu walked into the crowded living room, she carried in the smell of feces. The uncle pointed at Ning Shu. “Stay outside the room.”

Ning Shu: …

“I have something to say,” Ning Shu said. And to be honest, this cleanliness fetish of his was really annoying.

“The victim had scratches and bite marks on his body, probably from an animal,” Ning Shu said.

“Where was the fatal wound?”

“The heart is gone.”

“Carnivorous animals always attack vital and vulnerable places.” The uncle’s long fingers pointed to his neck. “This is where it is the most vulnerable.”

“The heart was still protected by the chest cavity. It’s impossible for a person to die in one blow when that area is attacked.”

Ning Shu’s eyes swiveled. That meant that maybe the victim wasn’t really bitten by an animal and the wounds were artificially created.

What if you use claws to scratch up the body of the victim?

“Advisor, what should we do?” Fan Junyang asked the uncle. “Let’s get out of here.”

The uncle said indifferently, “How do you think we’ll get out of here? Do you have a plane?”

The snowfall was getting heavier and it wasn’t showing any signs of stopping anytime soon. There was no way to drive out of here.

Fan Junyang’s face turned ashen. His tall and handsome presence disappeared as he hunched down and became dispirited.

Many of the girls started crying. Some even spoke up and pointed at Fan Junyang, “Why did you bring us to this hellhole? You just want to kill us!”

The girls cried harder when this was said. Even the boys, though they didn’t cry, were disoriented and looked frightened and pale.

The people who were even more cowardly, were trembling with fear.

Fan Junyang looked even worse. He couldn’t help but say, “This place was recommended to me by Pan Chen.”

“I…” Everyone looked at Pan Chen. “I read on the internet that the scenery here was nice, especially the snow in winter.”

“You must be the murderer! The calligraphy brush had your name on it and you were the one that found this place.” A girl pointed at Pan Chen.

Pan Chen was a meek and weak boy. Being accused and looked at by so many people made his fair skin redden. Waving his hands in panic, he said in a hurried, anxious voice, “I didn’t kill anyone! I really didn’t kill anyone!”

There was a suffocating atmosphere full of panic in the living room. No one knew if anyone else would die. Would it be someone close to them, or themselves?

Grumble

Ning Shu’s stomach growled. She hadn’t eaten anything since this morning and had been doing manual labor this entire time.

Other people’s stomachs also started growling.

Fan Junyang left the living room and went to the kitchen to get breakfast from the grandmother and granddaughter.

Soon the old woman made coarse bread, some pickled vegetables, and corn flour porridge. Each person only got a thin porridge and bread.

The food in the countryside was already bad. Moreover, it was winter and they didn’t have any vegetables.

There weren’t enough chopsticks and bowls for all of them either. You had to wait until someone else had finished eating, then wash the dishes before getting any porridge.

Ning Shu was going to the kitchen to rub her hands with ash. Because she went to the cesspool to retrieve the corpse, no matter how hard she washed her hands, they still smelled bad.

This was a situation where you should be taking a shower, but it was freezing cold and the bathroom was drafty. You could literally freeze to death.

Ning Shu walked into the kitchen and saw the blind girl sitting in front of the stove. The little girl’s eyes were looking straight ahead and her slightly large pupils looked particularly strange.

The little girl took the firewood at her side and shoved it into the stove pit.

Ning Shu pressed her lips together and walked over. “I need some ash to wash my hands.”

“Oh, ok.” Xiao Lan was surprised for a moment, then she said, “There’s ash in one of the stove pits over there.”

Editor: Sam

Translator: Kaho