Chosen One, how did I end up as the villain?

"Crunch"

A constable cautiously stepped forward and opened the courtyard gate.

Qin Huaiyu looked inside.

The courtyard was not overgrown with weeds as I had expected. On the contrary, it was very tidy, with all kinds of utensils neatly arranged, and even the house was no different from a normal household.

However, the two red lanterns under the eaves were quite different; they were actually inlaid on the wooden beams, which gave people a very uncomfortable feeling.

"That's it, this is it, it shows signs of life."

Feng Yunming muttered to himself, then said:

"Walk."

A thin policeman was pushed forward.

"I, I........."

"What do you mean, 'what do you mean,' get out of here!"

The skinny policeman, seeing the threatening looks from his colleagues, had no choice but to steel himself and clear the way.

In officialdom, bullying occurs when superiors bully their subordinates, so naturally, the subordinates will look for someone easy to bully.

The group then headed towards the main house.

The atmosphere became oppressive, heavy breathing echoed in the ears, and a chilling wind brushed against the cheeks, sending shivers down one's spine.

Qin Huaiyu surveyed the surroundings, feeling that something was wrong with the courtyard. He couldn't see any living creatures, not even any green plants, making it seem lifeless.

He became wary and then released his divine sense.

But soon

An unexpected situation occurred: as soon as the divine sense came into contact with the house in front of it, it was blocked by a force.

Could it be that it has been placed under a restriction like the Hidden Spirit Temple?

While they were thinking, the group had already stepped onto the stairs and arrived at the door.

The thin policeman glanced back at everyone, his eyes filled with pleading.

He was met with hostile stares, and knowing he couldn't escape them, he could only muster his courage, turn around, stretch out his trembling hand, grit his teeth, and push open the door.

Without the expected sound, the door opened surprisingly quietly, as if it had been specially treated.

Everyone hurriedly looked inside, only to find the room completely empty. In the center was a table and chairs, and to the side was a bed and a cabinet. There was nothing else, not even a soul in sight.

"Mayor, no one's here!" The skinny policeman breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing his expression, Feng Yunming said irritably:

"I'm not blind!"

After saying that, he went into the room.

The other officers quickly followed.

Qin Huaiyu stood at the door, his nose twitching slightly. Why was there a fishy, ​​foul smell?

He frowned as he looked around the room. Aside from the simple furnishings, the walls were wrinkled and black, giving the impression of old skin, but without any signs of peeling.

The ground was made of some unknown material, with many fine, dense patterns that made one's scalp tingle.

This house is strange!

"Nephew, come here quickly!"

At this moment, Feng Yunming, who was standing in front of the cabinet, called out.

Upon hearing this, Qin Huaiyu hurried over.

He looked at the cabinet and was suddenly startled. On the left side of the counter were some shaving tools, and next to them was a human face.

The skin is rough and has wrinkles in many places.

Upon closer inspection, it was indeed the face of the night watchman I had seen that day.

"Disguise!"

"That's right!"

Feng Yunming frowned. "It seems this guy killed the real Old He and is using his identity to operate in town!"

"Furthermore, look at the placement of these items; he's also left-handed. Add to that the clue about the hempen clothes, and it's clear he was the one who silenced the Jia family!"

"But what's the use of knowing he's the perpetrator now? He's already dropped the disguise and is probably already on his way."

"That's right, this guy knows how to disguise himself. What if he changes his appearance again?"

"Without a real face, there's no way to find them!"

The officers looked worried. They had thought the case was about to be solved, but it turned out to be even more difficult. People can change their faces. What are you going to do about that?

However, Qin Huaiyu ignored their argument and stared intently at the upper left corner of the counter, where a half-inch-tall brown incense burner was placed.

He felt a sudden jolt, quickly took it, and brought it close to his nose to smell it.

Instantly, a captivating sandalwood fragrance filled my nostrils.

It's him, it's him!

This guy really is the man in black robes!

Du Ming had said that the man in the black robe always carried the scent of sandalwood. Very few people in the town used this stuff, partly because it was very expensive and ordinary people simply couldn't afford it.

Secondly, although sandalwood is beneficial to health, its effects are limited and it can only be used as a fragrance. No one in town is willing to be ripped off.

"Huh, is that an incense burner?"

Feng Yunming looked at the object in Qin Huaiyu's hand and exclaimed in surprise.

"Is it an incense burner, or is it for burning sandalwood?"

Qin Huaiyu smiled and said, "Uncle Feng, this sandalwood scent is very special and extremely difficult to get rid of. No matter how a person's face changes, the scent on their body will never change."

Feng Yunming instantly understood, "Nephew, you're truly something!"

"That's not right, Young Master Qin. If it's sandalwood incense, why is there no smell in this room? In fact, I smell a foul odor." The thin policeman asked, frowning in confusion.

"Yes, the smell was mild before, but it's getting stronger." A policeman frowned and fanned the air to drive away the smell.

Forehead?

Qin Huaiyu frowned slightly, then quickly put down the incense burner. His nostrils twitched as an even stronger, fishy stench assaulted his nostrils, almost making his eyes water.

It smells so damn bad!

Wait, this tastes somewhat familiar.