The Underworld Detective

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Huang Xiaotao went to check the driver. Song Xingchen and I went to investigate the scene. Sun Bingxin said, "What am I going to do now? There is no body to dissect."

Huang Xiaotao said: "Song Yang, find some task for your Bingxin sister!"

I thought for a moment and said, "Tell me to run down and collect the most recently missing people in the branches and find the potential victims."

"How can I find this?"

Sun Bingxin has not personally experienced the case of human meat buns, and I laughed: "Based on your feelings, find out which one is the best!"

We went to investigate each other. Song Xingchen and I drove to the junction of urban and rural areas. I made a circle around the periphery and opened the post-mortem umbrella to find footprints. But the surrounding area was empty, the wind was particularly strong, and it was all grass, and the footprints on the ground were intermittent.

I have a map plug-in written on my phone that can run on Baidu Maps. Every time I find a point, I mark it. I found that Mr. Huang did indeed travel a large distance last night, turning back and forth in the same area. Many times.

In the end, I couldn't move forward. I called up the map to see if there were mountains nearby, and there was a mountain range to the southwest. Because it was too desolate here, it was not shown on the map.

I called the old man and asked him to check if there is a villa or something nearby and send me the coordinates.

The old man tapped the keyboard on the phone and said, "There is no villa, but there is a Qingliang Temple. Would you like to go there?"

"What about residential areas?" I asked.

"No one opens their eyes here to build a residential area!" Replied the old lady.

According to Mr. Huang, the scene may be a villa in the mountain. I asked the old man to think of a way again. Is it possible that it is an unregistered illegal building? The old man hacked into the database of the Land and Resources Bureau and sent a few satellite pictures. I looked carefully, and there was no building.

But there was a weak reflection in one place. The photo should be taken at noon. I zoomed in and zoomed out, and the picture completely became a pixel point. I wanted to see what it was. Song Xingchen interrupted at this time: "It's a buried antenna!"

"Buried antenna?" I've never heard of the term.

"It ’s the antenna used by underground fortifications. In order to maintain external communication, such antennas are generally not too long and difficult to be found in the air. When I was in a stalemate with the Soviet Union, my aunt ’s father, Song Zhaolin from Wusong, was in defense A secret agency of the ministry worked as a consultant and participated in the construction of underground works. I read drawings when I was a kid. "

I rejoiced: "That is to say, there is an air-raid shelter under this mountain!"

Song Xingchen nodded, and I recalled the narrative of Mr. Huang. He said that all the windows were sealed. We all thought it was a building on the ground, but it was actually an underground building. There was nothing outside the window, maybe the windows were fake.

However, there was also a 'Grandpa' over Wu Song that made me a little concerned, and I asked casually, "Is Song Zhaolin still alive?"

"Twenty years ago, he disappeared in a confidential mission. It is rumored that he had died for the country, and Yi Guanzug made an exception and entered the Babaoshan Revolutionary Cemetery." Song Xingchen replied.

"What a pity!" I sighed.

We headed for that mountain, and half an hour later we went down the mountain. The pictures were clear at a glance, but it was difficult to distinguish things in this mountain. After searching for a while, Song Xingchen told me that there were footprints. We walked along the footprints for a while, and then it disappeared, disappearing completely, as if the person suddenly took off and flew away.

Song Xingchen said: "There should be a secret door here!"

He pulled out the Tang sword and inserted it in the ground, found a gap, and pried it vigorously with the Tang sword, and the Tang sword gradually bent. I was worried that he broke the knife and said, "Don't pry it hard. There may be a mechanism or something. Look for it."

I looked around with the pupil of the cave and found that there was a slight bulge on the ground. In the past, I had planed twice. Inside was a very thick electric wire. The electric wire kept going into a tree.

The tree was real. I listened by tapping the tree with my hand, and found that it was empty.

Song Xingchen came over, splitting the bark of the knife with a knife, and opened it with a handle. There was an electric switch underneath, which was installed in the hollowed-out tree.

This mechanism is so secretive, I can't help wondering: "Where should the power be placed?"

Song Xingchen said: "This is just to control the opening of the door. A battery is enough. The power supply is below. Such large underground projects can generate electricity by themselves."

I laughed and said, "How did you know this?" In my impression, he knew nothing about modern things.

"Because there are such facilities in Wusong's village. Although Guotai and Min'an are now politically clear, Wusong has been cautious since ancient times and will always make the worst plans."

This is a very confidential matter. If it weren't for our relationship, he probably wouldn't tell me. I secretly lamented that the small village was really not easy.

I reached down and pulled down the electric brake, and only heard the sound of a rumbling hydraulic machine from the ground, and the ground behind it slowly opened. The concealed door is tens of centimeters thick, the lower part is reinforced concrete, and the upper part is dirt. The turf used for camouflage is all real.

We walked down the stairs to the bottom. Although the bottom was dark, it didn't affect us both.

It has been rebuilt here, and its original purpose has been lost. Through a monotonous martyrdom, we came to the place described by Father Huang. The basement is as rich as a villa, with big chandeliers, indoor fountains, well-designed tables and chairs, and some **** thrown after the party on the ground.

"None of us, it looks like it was abandoned in a hurry. This group of people are really cautious, because Father Huang ran away and immediately abandoned the entire facility." I analyzed.

There are some footprints on the ground. I pay special attention to not stepping on them. These are left by the guests and can be used as evidence.

Since I had no tools with me, I took out my phone to take a picture, and then came to an office-like room with Song Xingchen. The entrance is a large oak table with a computer on it, a bookshelf on the side, and a display stand opposite, with a square glass cover over a large turtle shell, like a turtle shell.

I took a closer look, and under the turtle's shell was an English label-"Harry Leaf (1842-2006)".

I froze, who is Harriet, and how can I live so long?

Then I came to understand that it was this turtle. I remembered a news a few years ago saying that a turtle raised by Darwin had passed away. Could it be that the turtle's shell belongs to it?

This turtle, who has witnessed the birth of "Evolution", is said to be the treasure of a townhouse in an Australian zoo. On the day of his death, many Darwin fans around the world went to mourn. Its turtle shell is said to have been auctioned in Switzerland, the first auction of animal bones in Swiss history, and the price must be amazing.

It seems that the owner of the club is quite rich, and he is a big fan of Darwin and believes in the truth that the flesh is weak.

"Look at this!" Song Xingchen said.

He held a small aluminum card in his hand, which was pressed under the glass of the writing desk.

This card is very delicate, with a smiley skull on the front, a chef hat on his head, and a knife and fork in his hand.

On the back is carved a scimitar of blood.

My pupils contracted suddenly, and murmured mutteringly, "Jiangbei Residual Sword!"