Netherworld Investigator Chapter 5: The death of grandpa

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The eyeballs falling out of the envelope startled me. It's not Grandpa's, right? But after thinking about it, it was obviously impossible. Grandpa received the letter before and disappeared. 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 person sending the letter want to tell Grandpa? Why did Grandpa disappear suddenly?

The more I thought about it, the more chaotic I became, scratching my head vigorously, and sat down irritably.

Grandpa said that everything must be seen through the appearance of the essence, when you can't figure out a thing, start from the most basic point of consideration.

I looked around. The things in the study room were neatly arranged, the doors and windows were intact. Grandpa was not forcibly taken away, that is to say, he left home by himself after receiving the letter.

Since this is a letter, it must convey some kind of information. Only Grandpa can see this information, so I should be able to see it too.

The information the sender wants to tell Grandpa is in this eyeball!

I turned on the lamp and examined the eyeball carefully under the lamp. From the degree of opacity of the lens, this eyeball had been peeled from the body for less than three hours, and a small nerve was attached to the back of the round eyeball. After checking repeatedly for about a minute, I came to two conclusions: first, the victim was still alive when the eyeball was peeled off; second, the murderer was clever, and taking the eyeball alive did not cause any damage. You must know that the eyeball is very Fragile organs, this technique is comparable to a surgeon!

There were some small particles on the eyeballs. I removed a little bit and rubbed it with my fingers. I found it was sawdust. I put it under my nose and smelled it. There was a scent of pine.

I remember that there is a wood processing plant in the north of the county seat, where the pine trees transported from other places are polished into wooden boards for furniture, so this eyeball must have come from there. What the sender wanted to convey was: a person in the wood processing factory is in danger of life. This is an invisible threat, so Grandpa hurried to save the person!

I didn’t care too much. I picked up a flashlight and ran out of the house. The road was dark at night. Dogs barked from time to time in the alley. I ran to the north of the county town and saw the wood processing factory. The factory building stood in the darkness.

There was a wall surrounding the factory, the big iron door was opened, the lock was thrown on the ground, and a piece of wire was inserted in the keyhole.

This proves that my judgment is not wrong. The sender is here, and maybe Grandpa is also inside. But I feel a little timid in my heart. The sender is definitely not a kind person. Should I call the police first?

I didn't have a mobile phone at the time. It was a bit unrealistic to go back to call the police. Grandpa might 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 a light on. I turned off the flashlight and held the stick with both hands and carefully touched it. Past!

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

Turning around a corner, I suddenly saw two people in front of me. One was a fat middle-aged man I didn't know, sitting on a chair with his head tilted and his clothes open. I saw a big blue dragon tattooed on his chest, a rag was stuffed in his mouth, and two eye sockets were hollow. The strange thing was that there was not a drop of blood left around the eye sockets, face, and clothes.

He is holding a black plastic bag, which seems to contain something!

The other person was lying on a clearing not far away, wearing a red Tang suit and wearing cloth shoes with melaleuca bottom. I recognized it as grandpa at a glance!

I didn't care to check the life and death of the middle-aged fat man. I ran over and threw on 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 before I got an extremely weak breath.

My eye sockets moistened instantly, and I shouted: "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 small voice: "Yang'er."

"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 twisted, tears welled up in my eyes. Grandpa spoke again, speaking very slowly, as if he had exhausted every word he said. I hope he can save some energy, but I dare not interrupt him.

Grandpa said: "Yang'er... Grandpa's time has come... Even if you practice medicine in the future, Grandpa won't stop you... But I heard the words'Jiangbei Remnant Dao'... Must... You must hide Far away."

I held his hand, because the crying voice was out of tune: "Grandpa, what kind of Jiangbei sword, is it the **** who harmed you? I will definitely avenge you."

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

I nodded vigorously.

Grandpa gave a relieved expression, and slowly suffocated. I knelt on the ground and couldn't make a sound.

Crying and crying, I suddenly saw a terrifying black shadow faintly swaying on the ground, and my tears stopped immediately. Judging from the position of the light and the clarity of the shadow, the man was close to me , Standing behind me.

But I didn't even notice the slightest sound of a living person's gasping. It seemed that it wasn't a living person at all. I was even thinking, could it be that the fat man who had been gouged had cheated on the corpse?

No, this is obviously impossible!

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

I stood up abruptly, but was immediately pressed against my waist by a cold and sharp object through my clothes.

Shadow said in a gloomy voice: "Don't turn your head, see my face, don't want to go out alive."

This sound sounds weird. It's neither male nor female, neither male nor female, as if it had been processed with a special device.

I was scared and indignant. This person must be the murderer who lured Grandpa into here to kill, but I am defenseless and have no ability to fight against it. Even if I am killed here, no one will know.

"What is your name?" Sombra asked.

"Song... Yang!" I replied.

"So Song Zhaolin also has a grandson, has he taught you anything?" Sombra asked again.

"I haven't taught anything." I replied.

"Really, haha!" A gloomy, weird smile came from the black shadow: "Do you want to survive?"

I didn't answer this time, just nodded.

"Well, I will give you a debut question. If the answer comes up, I will let you go. If you can't answer it, I will accompany your grandpa to hell!"

I tremble a bit, feeling extremely ashamed of my incompetence and timidity at the moment. The murderer who killed my grandfather is obviously close at hand, but I don’t even dare to look at him. He played around.

But the desire to live still prompted me to nod.

"This question is very simple. As long as you can see how your grandfather died, I will let you go!" Sombra started.