The Underworld Detective

Huang Xiaotao went to check on the driver. Song Xingsheng and I went to investigate the scene. Sun Bingxin said: “Then what am I going to do? Now there's no autopsy. ”

Huang Xiaotao said: "Song Yang, find a mission for your ice-hearted sister! ”

I thought about it and said, "Would you mind running off and searching for the nearest missing persons in the stations and looking for potential victims? ”

“How do I find this? ”

Sun Bingxin has not experienced the case of human meat buns before, and I laughed: “Based on your feelings, find the" best "of them! ”

We each went to investigate. Song Xingsheng and I took a taxi to the urban and rural junction, and I circled around the perimeter, holding up the autopsy umbrella to look for footprints. We did find something. But the surrounding area was empty, particularly windy, and full of rough grass, with intermittent footprints on the ground.

I have an old mapping plugin on my phone that runs on Baidu maps. Every point I find, I mark it. I find that Master Huang did go a long way around last night, going back and forth in the same area many times.

In the end, I really couldn't move forward, so I pulled out the map to see if there were any mountains nearby, and there was a mountain range to the southwest, and because it was so desolate, it didn't show up on the map.

I'll call the old man, tell him to check if there's a villa or something around here, and send me the coordinates.

The old man slammed the keyboard on the other end of the phone and said, “No villa, but there's a cold temple, you want to go there? ”

“Where's the neighborhood?” I asked.

“Nobody's building a neighborhood here without an eye!” Answered the old man.

According to Master Huang, the scene could be a villa in the mountains, and I asked the old man to think again about whether it could be an unregistered illegal building. The old man hacked into the Bureau of Land Resources database and sent out a couple of satellite maps, and I looked closely, and there were no buildings.

But there is a place that emits a faint reflection, the photo should be taken at noon. I zoomed in and zoomed in, and the image completely turned into a pixel point. I wanted to see what it was. Song Xingsheng interposed at this time: “It's a buried antenna! ”

“Buried antenna?” I've never heard of that term.

“It is the antenna used for underground work, which is generally not too long to be easily spotted in the air in order to maintain external contact. During the stalemate with the Soviet Union, my aunt's father, Song Zhaolin of Wusong, was a consultant in a secret agency of the Ministry of Defence, involved in the construction of underground works, and I saw the drawings as a child. ”

I was delighted: "That means there's an air defense hole underneath this mountain! ”

Song Xingsheng nodded, I recall Master Huang's description, he said that all the windows were sealed up, we all thought it was an underground building, in fact it was an underground building, there was nothing outside the window, maybe the windows were fake.

However, there was also a ‘grandfather’ on Wusong's side that made me a little concerned. I asked casually: “Is that Song Zhaolin still alive? ”

“Twenty years ago, he disappeared on a confidential mission, rumours of having lost his life for the country, and the Tsubagakura entered the Revolutionary Cemetery of Babaoshan with exceptions.” Song Xingsheng replied.

“What a shame!” I sighed.

We set out towards that mountain, and we came under it in half an hour, and there was nothing left to see in the photograph, but it was hard to tell what was in this mountain. After a while, Song Xingsheng told me that there were footprints. We followed those footprints for a while, and then it disappeared, disappearing very thoroughly, as if the man had suddenly left.

Song Xingsheng said: "There should be a dark door here! ”

He pulled out the Tang knife and plugged it into the ground. He found a gap and pulled it hard with the Tang knife. The Tang knife gradually bent. I was worried that he broke the knife and said, "Don't push it hard, it might turn it off or something. Find it. ”

I looked around with the eyes of a hole, and I found a slight bump in the ground, and I dug it twice in the past, and it was a very thick wire, and the wire kept going into a tree.

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

Song Xingshen came over, cut open the bark with a knife, and broke it open with his hand. An electric gate was exposed below, mounted in an emptied tree.

The machine was so hidden, I couldn't help but wonder, “Where do I put the power? ”

Song Xingsheng said: "This is just to control the opening of the door, a battery is enough, the power supply is below, this large underground project can generate its own electricity. ”

I laughed, "How do you know all this?” I don't think he knows anything about modernization.

“Because there are such facilities in the village of Wusong, even though Guotai Min 'an is now politically clear, Wusong has been cautious since ancient times and will always make the worst plans. ”

It was a very confidential thing, and if we hadn't gotten along, he probably wouldn't have told me, and I was so overwhelmed, that little village wasn't easy.

I reached down and all I could hear was a rumbling hydraulic press coming from the ground, and the ground behind me slowly opened. The dark doors are dozens of centimetres thick, with reinforced cement underneath, dirt on top, and the grass used to disguise it is all true.

We went down the stairs, and it was dark down there, but it didn't affect us.

It has been remodeled, and we can no longer see the original purpose. Through a monotonous tunnel, we came to the place where Master Huang described it. The basement is furnished like a villa with big chandeliers, indoor fountains, exquisite tables and chairs, and some garbage thrown out after the party.

“Nobody. It's a rush to abandon them. These people were really cautious, just because Master Huang ran away, they immediately abandoned the whole facility.” I analyzed.

There are footprints on the ground, and I pay particular attention to not stepping on them, which are left behind by guests and can be used as evidence.

Since I didn't have the tools on me, I took out my phone and came to a similar office room with Song Xingsheng. The entrance is a large oak table with a computer on it, a bookshelf on the side and a display counter opposite, covered with square glass and a large turtle shell, like a turtle shell.

I approached and placed an English label under the tortoise shell, "Harriet (1842—2006)”.

I was stunned. Who's Harriet? What took you so long?

That's why I realized that this is the turtle. I remember a news story a few years ago about the death of a turtle that Darwin had raised back then. Could it belong to the turtle shell in front of him?

This is the only turtle that witnessed the birth of Evolution, said to be the treasure of a town hall in an Australian zoo, where many Darwin fans around the world mourned the day of his death. Its tortoise shell is said to have been auctioned in Switzerland, the first time in Swiss history that animal remains have been auctioned, and the price must have been staggering.

It seems the owner of the club is quite wealthy, and he is a loyal Darwin fan of the truth of weak meat.

“Look at this!” Song Xingxing said.

He had an aluminum card in his hand, pressed under the glass at the writing desk.

This card is exquisite, with a funny skull on the front, a chef's hat on the head, and a knife and fork in the hand.

On the back is a curved knife with blood on it.

My pupils suddenly contracted and I muttered to myself in dismay: "Jiangbei crippled knife! ”