The Underworld Detective

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I exchanged sight with Huang Xiaotao, and whispered to her, "Is your car parked?"

Huang Xiaotao blinked his eyes and replied, "Relax, I still have the snack eyes, and I hid the car in the bush."

The man stopped the car, walked in, and very skillfully unlocked the code lock. He didn't realize that someone had broken in here, and I saw that it was a thankful middle-aged uncle, who was thin and wearing a pair Bottle-bottom glasses.

If this is turned on suddenly, he sees three people standing in the house, and should not scare his heart? So I dialed an enamel tea cup on the table to the ground, and the uncle called out, ah, it was inevitable to be scared.

"Hello, don't be afraid, we are police." I said.

"Ah!" He was surprised again. "How did you come in?"

"You forgot to lock the door," I lied.

"I ... can I turn on the lights?"

"please!"

After turning on the light, the uncle caressed his chest in shock. He told us that he was a research director here, and it was already nine o'clock in the evening. I asked him, "Why are you here late at night?"

"Someone called me and asked me to meet here." The uncle replied.

"Who?" I asked immediately.

He then said the curator's name.

"Let me see the call log."

The uncle was secretive, and then I learned that the name recorded in his address book was 'Museum curator', and I laughed: "Don't be afraid, we are criminals, we won't ask your little secrets."

"Interpol ... what happened?" The uncle looked at me confusedly.

I glanced at the communication records. This was clearly the phone call made after the curator's death. It must have been impersonated by the murderer. When I checked his pocket just a while ago, I didn't find the cell phone, but I didn't check the room. I didn't know that the curator's cell phone was taken by the murderer.

I asked, "When the curator calls, does he sound the same as usual?"

The uncle recalled: "Not very clear. We haven't talked a few times in fact. I have no impression."

"Then why did he let you come to such a wild country at such a late time?"

My uncle shouted, "I'll be honest, this might save you a life!"

The uncle held his bald head and said, "He said there was something good on his hand! A dodo's fossil egg."

It turns out that the curator is a 'recidivist'. He often sends some of the biological exhibits in the museum here to see if they can't accept them. After some research, he sends them back, and he treasures such precious things as fox eyes.

Huang Xiaotao asked with an eyebrow raised, "What are you doing to study these? Wouldn't you just want to set up a Jurassic Park!"

"Look at what you said, we just do genetic sequencing and save the gene map of these extinct species. This is the precious heritage of nature!" Replied the uncle.

"Why do you save it and build a Jurassic Park in the future?"

I interrupted Huang Xiaotao with a smile and told her not to be real on this issue. Academic things may not be useful in the real world. What do you say is the use of the atomic collider, what is the use of studying the origin of the universe, human genes What a map is useful for is not visible in the short term.

This matter involves the personal safety of the uncle, so I am not hiding. I told the uncle bluntly that the curator was dead and he was called by the murderer. The murderer might be on his way or even ambush in the vicinity.

The uncle listened and said dumbfounded, "I'm just a scientific researcher, he ... what is he doing to me?"

"It's not you, but the eyes of the blond demon fox in your hand. For your personal safety, you better give it to us, and then we will take you back to protect it," I explained.

The uncle suddenly became alert: "Wait, how can I believe that you are real police, not to steal that eye?"

Huang Xiaotao and I both laughed, and each showed up his credentials.

Uncle then completely believed in us and took us to a laboratory. We thought that eye would be kept in a very secret place. Who would have expected him to open a refrigerator, as if he took a box of yogurt from the refrigerator? Took out a metal container: "Now, this is it!"

Huang Xiaotao wondered: "Such a precious thing, you just put it like that?"

The uncle explained: "Every instrument here is worth millions, and no one will steal it."

The metal container looked like a jar used by a bartender. I held it in my hand, heavy, revealing a coolness, as if there was liquid in it. It turned out that this sealed jar was filled with liquid nitrogen, and that eyeball Frozen.

The pressure inside this jar is huge, and it must be thawed before it can be opened. I looked around and walked to an alcohol stove, and placed the jar on the shelf to bake.

"Hey, what are you doing!" The uncle called in shock.

"Destroy it, this thing shouldn't exist." I said seriously.

The uncle was almost crazy: "Stop it. This is the only living sample of the blond fox in the world. It is priceless. Stop it!"

The uncle rushed hysterically to snatch, Song Xingchen stopped him with a knife. I know this approach is a bit reckless, but both Huang Xiaotao and I have seen its terribleness. Rather than letting the killer get it, it is better to destroy it first, and then precious biological samples are not worth the value of human life.

There was a sudden bang, the glassware in the test room shattered together, various instruments were rattled, and a rush of dust poured in.

Someone forcibly blasted the entrance. The murderer may be lurking nearby. He learned that I was going to destroy this thing. He couldn't bear it anymore, so he took action!

I noticed an imperceptible laser on the window glass. Is that ... a bug? It turned out that he just heard our conversation.

I shouted, "You can't get him this eye anyway!"

The voice didn't fall. Something flew from the dust flowing from the entrance. It was shaped like an iron hat with a thin chain on the top. It was surrounded by sharp serrations, like a weird flying saucer flying in the air , Is that a blood drop?

Song Xingchen immediately pulled out the Tang knife, slashing the blood droplets with one blade, and the opponent standing on the other side pulled back, and the blades of the blood droplets collided with the blades, and they were immediately retracted.

Then a black blood drop flew in from the window, turning silently, like a weird big trumpet cover to Song Xingchen's head, I shouted, "Be careful on the right!"

Song Xingchen tilted his head, turned it over, and kicked the black blood drops sharply with his feet.

He had just landed, and the blood droplet with the edge of the blade came out of the door and hit his head, pushed by Song Xingchen with a knife.

This attack method and this coordinated tactic are undoubtedly the assassination of King Jing's blood droplets. I never expected that they would come to Nanjiang City!