The Underworld Detective

The eyeballs in the envelope surprised me. It couldn't be Grandpa's, could it? It is obviously impossible to think about it. Grandpa received the letter before and disappeared after. This eyeball must be someone else's.

Except for this sticky eyeball, there is nothing else in the letter, which is so strange, what does the sender want to tell Grandpa? Why did Grandpa suddenly disappear?

The more I thought about it, the harder I scratched my head and sat down agitated.

Grandpa said that when you have to look at the essence through phenomena and you can't think of a thing, you start with the most basic point.

I looked around, everything in the bookhouse was neat, the doors and windows were intact, and Grandpa wasn't forcibly abducted, that is, he left the house after receiving the letter.

Since this is a letter, it must have conveyed some kind of message that only Grandpa could see, so I should have seen it too.

The message the sender is going to tell Grandpa is on this eye!

I turned on the lamp, looked closely at the eye under the lamp, and in terms of the opacity of the lens, the eye peeled off from the body for less than three hours, and a small segment of nerve was attached to the back of the rolling eye. After repeated examinations for about a minute, I came to two conclusions: first, the victim was alive when the eyeballs were stripped off; and second, the killer was smart enough to take the eyeballs alive without causing any damage, knowing that the eyeballs were very fragile organs, a technique comparable to that of a surgeon!

There were some tiny particulate objects on the eyeballs, and I rubbed them with my fingers a little bit, and found them to be wood chips, sniffed under my nose, with a pine scent.

I remember there was a wood processing plant north of the county, and pine trees from outside were polished into furniture boards, so this eyeball must have come from there. What the sender wanted to convey was that a man's life was in danger in a timber processing plant, which was an invisible blackmail, so Grandpa rushed to save people!

I couldn't care less. I picked up a flashlight and ran out of the house. It was dark at night. There were dogs barking in the alley from time to time. I ran to the north of the county and saw the wood-processing plant's building standing in the dark.

The factory was surrounded by a wall, the big iron door was opened, the locks were thrown on the ground and a piece of wire was inserted in the lock.

This proves my judgment is correct, the sender is here, and Grandpa may be in there. But I'm a little timid. The sender is definitely not a good type. Should I call the police first?

I hadn't handled my phone yet. Running back to the police was a little unrealistic. Grandpa could be in danger every second.

So I picked up a wooden stick from the ground, and I walked towards the factory, and I saw a warehouse with a light on, and I turned off the flashlight, and my hands died with the wooden stick, and I carelessly touched the past!

There was a lot of wood in the warehouse, and it went all the way up to the tall rooftop, covered with a waterproof cloth, and I walked in there, silent, furry inside.

Turning around, I suddenly saw two people in front of me, a middle-aged fat man I didn't know, sitting in a chair with his head crooked and his clothes open. I saw a big blue dragon tattooed on his chest, with a rag in his mouth, two hollow eye sockets, strangely there was not a drop of blood left on his eyes and face and clothes.

He had a black plastic bag in his hand that looked like something was in there!

The other lay in an open space not far away, wearing a red tang suit and a thousand layers of sole cloth shoes, which I recognized at first sight was Grandpa!

I couldn't care less to see the middle-aged fat man alive, hurried over and pounded on his grandfather, his hands and feet were cold, his heartbeat was completely gone, and his pupils began to spread slowly. I put my hand under my grandfather's nose, and it took me a few seconds to breathe very slightly.

My orbit was instantly wet, shouting, “Grandpa, you have to hold on, I'll call someone right away! ”

I shouted several times, hoping to arouse his consciousness. Grandpa's lips moved slightly and said in a very subtle voice: "Yang. ”

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

“No…” he said with great difficulty: "It's too late. ”

As soon as I heard that, my heart was hanging like a knife, tears gushed out of my eyes. Grandpa spoke again, very slowly, as if every word he said exhausted his strength, I wish he could save some strength, but dare not interrupt him.

Grandpa said: “Sun... Grandpa's time has come... even if you practise medicine in the future, Grandpa will not stop you... but when you hear the four words' Jiangbei crippled knife ’... you must hide far away. ”

I shook his hand because the crying sounds were out of tune: "Grandpa, what kind of Jiangbei knife is it? Is it your bastard? I'll take revenge for you. ”

“No!” He held me tightly with his dry hands and pressed his eyes into my eyes: “Promise me. ”

I nodded hard.

Grandpa gave his comforting expression and slowly swallowed his breath. I knelt on my knees and cried silently.

Crying and crying, I suddenly saw the hidden shadow on the ground shaking a horrible shadow, and stopped when I was frightened. Judging by the position of the light and the clarity of the shadow, the man stood right behind me.

But I didn't even notice the breath of a living person, as if it wasn't a living person at all, and I was even thinking, is it the fat, dug corpse?

No, that's obviously impossible!

Because the shadow was tall and thin, at this point, his right hand slowly lifted up and he held something in his hand, like a hazy machete.

I stood up violently and was immediately put to death by a cold, pointy thing across my clothes on my waist.

The shadow said in a gloomy voice: "Don't look back. If you see my face, you won't get out alive. ”

It sounds strange, no man, no woman, no shade, just like it was handled with a special device.

I was scared and outraged. This man must have been the one who lured my grandfather here to kill him, but I was unarmed and had no ability to fight him. Even if I were killed here, no one would know.

“What's your name?” Black Shadow asked.

“Song... Yang!” I replied.

“So Song Zhaolin has a grandson. Has he taught you anything?” Shadow asks again.

“I didn't teach anything.” I replied.

“Really, huh!” A gloomy laugh comes out of the shadows: “Do you want to live? ”

I didn't answer this time, I just nodded.

“Well, I'll give you a question and I'll let you go. If you can't, go to hell with your grandfather! ”

I trembled and was ashamed of my incompetence and cowardice at this moment. The murderer of my grandfather was so close, I couldn't even look at him and even let him play like a mouse caught by a cat.

But the desire to survive prompted me to nod.

“It's a simple question. As long as you can see how your grandfather died, I'll let you go!” The shadow opens up.