The Underworld Detective

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The eyeballs falling out of the envelope scared me, wouldn't it be Grandpa's? But thinking about it is obviously impossible. Grandpa received the letter first and disappeared later. This eyeball must be someone else's.

Except for this sticky eyeball, there is nothing else in the letter. This is really strange. What does the sender want to tell grandpa? Why did Grandpa suddenly disappear?

The more I thought about it, the more I shook my head and sat down anxiously.

Grandpa said that everything needs to be seen through the nature of the phenomenon. When you can't figure out one thing, you start from the most basic point.

I looked around. The contents of the study were neatly arranged, and the doors and windows were intact. Grandpa was not forcibly taken away, that is, he left the house after receiving the letter.

Since this is a letter, it must convey a certain message, which only Grandpa can see, then I should be able to see it too.

The sender's message to tell Grandpa is on this eyeball!

I turned on the desk lamp and examined the eyeballs carefully under the lamp. Judging from the opacity of the lens, this eyeball was peeled from the body for less than three hours, and a small nerve was connected behind the rolling eyeball. After repeated inspections for about a minute, I came to two conclusions: first, the victim was alive when the eyeball was peeled off; second, the killer did a good job, and the eyeball did not cause any damage. Fragile organs, this method is comparable to a surgeon!

There were some small granular objects on the eyeballs. I rubbed a little and rubbed it with my fingers. I found wood dust and smelled under the nose. There was a loose fragrance.

I remembered that there was a wood processing factory in the north of the county seat, and the pine trees shipped from outside were polished here to make furniture boards, so this eyeball must have come from there. What the sender wanted to convey was: there is a person in the wood processing plant that is in danger of life. This is an invisible threat, so Grandpa hastily rushed to save people!

I couldn't care too much. I picked up a flashlight and ran out of the house. The night road was very dark. There were dog barks from time to time in the lane. In the darkness.

There was a wall outside the factory, the big iron door was opened, the lock was thrown to the ground, and a wire was inserted in the keyhole.

This proves that my judgment is correct. The sender is here. Grandpa may be in there. But I feel a little timid, and the sender is definitely not a kind person. Should I call the police first?

At that time, I hadn't set up a mobile phone. It was a bit unrealistic to run back to the police. Grandpa could be in danger every second.

So I picked up a wooden stick from the ground and walked towards the factory. As I walked, I saw a warehouse with lights on. Now I turned off the flashlight, held my stick with my hands, and carefully touched it!

There was a lot of wood stacked in the warehouse, all the way up to the high roof, covered with tarpaulin. I walked inside, and there was a lot of silence around my heart.

After turning a corner, I suddenly saw two people in front, one middle-aged fat man who didn't know, sitting on a chair with his head tilted and his clothes open. I saw a big blue dragon on his chest, a rag tucked into his mouth, and two empty eye sockets. The strange thing was that there was no drop of blood around his eye sockets, his face, and his clothes.

He was holding a black plastic bag in his hand and it seemed like something was in it!

The other person was lying on the open space not far away, wearing a red Tang suit and stepping on a thousand-layer sole shoes. I recognized it at a glance as grandpa!

I didn't want to look at the life and death of the middle-aged fat man, hurried over, and rushed to Grandpa. His hands and feet were very cold, his heartbeat was completely gone, and his pupils began to spread slowly. I put my hand under Grandpa's nose, and it took a few seconds for a very weak breath.

My eyes were instantly wet and shouted, "Grandpa, you have to hold on, I'll call someone right away!"

I shouted a few times, hoping to awaken his consciousness. Grandpa's lips moved slightly, and he said in a very subtle voice: "Yanger."

"Grandpa, don't die, I'll call an ambulance right away! Call the best doctor!"

"No ..." He said very hard: "It's too late."

When I heard this, my heart was like a knife twisting, and tears burst into my eyes. Grandpa spoke again, speaking slowly and slowly, as if every word was exhausted, I hope he can save some energy, but dare not interrupt him.

Grandpa said: "Yanger ... Grandpa's time has come ... Even if you practice medicine in the future, Grandpa will not stop you ... but I hear the words" Jiangbei Residual Sword "... must ... be sure to hide away . "

I shook his hand, because the crying voice was gone: "Grandpa, what Jiangbei residual knife, is it a **** that hurts you? I will definitely avenge you."

"No!" He hugged me tightly with his dry hands, his eyes squinting at my eyes: "Promise me."

I nodded strongly.

Grandpa showed a reassuring expression and slowly swallowed his breath. I knelt on the ground and wept silently.

Crying and crying, I suddenly saw a horrible dark shadow faintly swaying on the ground, and the tears stopped suddenly. Judging from the position of the light and the sharpness of the shadow, the person stood close to me and stood Behind me.

But I didn't even notice the slightest gasp of a living person. It seemed that it wasn't a living person at all. I even thought, is it the fat man who was dug out?

No, this is obviously impossible!

Because the shadow was tall and thin, at this moment, his right hand was slowly raised, holding something in his hand, like a dim machete.

I stood up sharply, but was immediately hit by a cold, pointed object across my clothes.

Heiying said in a murky voice: "Don't look back, see my face, don't want to go out alive."

The sound sounded weird, neither male nor female, neither yin nor yang, as if treated with a special device.

I was afraid and indignant. This man must be the murderer who tricked Grandpa here to kill him, but I was defenseless and had no ability to fight against it. Even if I was killed here, no one would know.

"What's your name?" Hei Ying asked.

"Song ... Yang!" I replied.

"So Song Zhaolin has a grandson, did he teach you anything?" Hei Ying asked again.

"Nothing was taught," I replied.

"Really, haha!" A somber weird smile emanated from Heiying's mouth: "Do you want to survive?"

I didn't answer this time, just nodded.

"Okay, I'll give you a question. I'll let you go when the answer comes, and go to **** with your grandpa if you can't answer it!"

I shuddered and felt ashamed of my incompetence and timidness at the moment. The killer who killed Grandpa was very close at hand, but I didn't even look at him, even letting him play like a mouse caught by a cat.

But the desire to live still prompted me to nod.

"This question is very simple. As long as you can see how your grandpa died, I will let you go!" Hei Ying said.