The Underworld Detective

Huang Xiaotao and I exchanged our sights and whispered to her: “Is your car parked? ”

Huang Xiaotao blinked his eyes and replied, "Don't worry, I still have that snack eye. I hid the car in the bush. ”

The man stopped, walked in, pressed the lock very skillfully, and he had no idea that someone was breaking in here, and I saw that it was a thankless middle-aged man, skinny, wearing a bottle of glasses.

What if all of a sudden he turns on the lights, and he sees three people standing in the house without scaring out a heart attack? So I threw an enameled teacup on the table to the floor, and uncle ‘ah’ shouted out, it was inevitable to be scared.

“Hello, don't be afraid, we're cops.” I said.

“Ah!” he said again. “How did you get in here? ”

“You forgot to lock the door.” I lied.

“I... can I turn on the light? ”

“Please!”

After turning on the lights, Uncle Sophie grabbed his chest, and he told us that he was a research director here, and it was nine o'clock in the morning, and I asked him, "Why are you here late at night? ”

“Someone called me and asked me to meet here.” Answer, uncle.

“Who?” I asked immediately.

He then gave the curator's name.

“Let me take a look at the call log. ”

Uncle covered it up, and then I found out that the name on his address book was' Museum Director ', and I laughed, "Don't be afraid, we're detectives, we won't ask about your little secrets. ”

“Detective... what happened?” Uncle looked at me confused.

I took a look at the correspondence, which was clearly a call from the curator after his death, and it must have been impersonated by the killer. I checked his pockets during the autopsy earlier, found no cell phone, but did not check the house, did not know that the curator's cell phone was taken away by the murderer.

I said, "When the curator calls, does it sound the same as usual? ”

The uncle recalled: “I don't know, we haven't actually talked a few times, I don't remember much. ”

“What reason did he use to get you here so late in the wilderness? ”

Uncle Zhiwu, I said, “Honestly, this may save your life! ”

Uncle scratched his bald head, bewildered: “He said he had something good in his hand! A dodo's fossil egg. ”

Turns out the curator is a ‘recidivist', often sends some biological exhibits in the hall to see if they can collect them, some research is done and sent back, something as precious as a fox-eye, so the bag is sorted.

Huang Xiaotao picked his eyebrows and asked, "Why are you studying all this? You're not trying to build a Jurassic Park! ”

“Look at what you're saying, we do genetic sequencing and preserve the genetic maps of these extinct species, which is a precious legacy of nature!” Answered the old man.

“Why save it and build a Jurassic Park later? ”

I smiled and interrupted Huang Xiaopeach, told her not to be more real on the issue, academic things might not be useful in real life, you said that atomic colliders were useful, that studying the origins of the universe was useful, that human genetic mapping was useless, and that they could not be seen in the short term.

This is about your personal safety, so I'm not hiding it. I told the uncle that the curator was dead, that it was the murderer who called him, that the murderer was probably on his way, and that he was even ambushed nearby.

Uncle, listen to me and say, “I'm just a scientist, he... why is he after me? ”

“It's not about you, it's about the eye of the Magic Fox in your hand. For your personal safety, you better give it to us, and then we'll take you back and protect you.” I explained.

Uncle suddenly woke up and said, "Wait, how can I believe you're real cops, not to steal that eye? ”

Huang Xiaotao and I both laughed, and each showed his ID.

Uncle, this led us to a lab where we thought those eyes would be kept very confidential, and who would expect him to open a freezer and take out a metal container like a box of yogurt from a refrigerator: "Nah, that's it! ”

Huang Xiaotao exclaimed: “Such a precious thing, you just put it away? ”

“Every device here is worth millions, and no one will steal it," explains the uncle. ”

The metal container looked like a jar used by a bartender, and I took it in my hand, and it was in a cool place, and it looked like there was liquid in it, so this sealed jar was filled with liquid nitrogen, and I froze that eyeball.

I looked around and lit an alcohol oven and roasted it directly on the shelf.

“Hey, what are you doing?” The old man shouted.

“Destroy it, this thing shouldn't exist.” I say it seriously.

Uncle almost freaked out: "Stop it, this is the only living sample of the sparkling demon fox in the world. It's priceless. Stop it! ”

Uncle Hysterically rushed over to rob him, and Song Xingsheng stopped him with a knife. I know this is a bit reckless, but Huang Xiaotao and I have seen how horrible it is, and rather than let the murderer get it, destroy it first, and then precious biological samples are worth less to me than human life.

All of a sudden, the glassware in the laboratory was shattered together, and the various instruments were shocked and sounded, and a choking dust poured in.

When someone forcibly blew up the entrance, the killer could have been lurking nearby, knowing I was going to destroy this thing, and he couldn't stand it any longer, so he took action!

I noticed a bunch of invisible lasers on the window glass, which are... bugs? Turns out he just heard us talking.

I shouted, "Whatever you do, don't let him get these eyes! ”

The voice went down and something flew out of the dust pouring through the entrance, shaped like an iron hat, with a fine chain at the top, surrounded by a sharp circle of serrations, like a weird flying saucer in the middle of the air, is that a blood droplet?

Song Xingshen immediately pulled out Tang knife, one knife struck the blood drip, standing on the other side of the opponent pulled back, the blade of the blood drip collided with the blade, and immediately took it back.

Then came another black droplet of blood from the window, which turned silently, like a strange loud trumpet flower cover to Song Xingsheng's head, and I shouted: “Watch your right! ”

Song Xingshen skewed his head, one side flipped, and kicked black blood droplets with his feet sharply.

He had just landed, and the bladed droplet of blood came out of the door and hit his head, pushed away by Song Xingsheng with a knife.

This attack technique, this collaborative tactic, is undoubtedly King Jing's blood drop assassination unit, I never thought they would actually come to Nanjiang City!