The Underworld Detective

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Grandpa slowly walked into the room with his hands on his back and asked Officer Sun what we were talking about just now.

I desperately warned Officer Sun not to say with my eyes. As a result, the uncle was so nervous that he not only said the cause and effect again, but also boasted me to the sky.

"Lao Song, your grandson is so amazing! This case has been dragged back and forth for a little over half a month. We almost dug three feet and found no weapon. He only glanced at the photo and looked out the door. This child is not in the future. I do n’t want to go to college after I finish high school. Now, as soon as college students catch a lot, they are unemployed after graduation. It ’s better for me to write a letter of introduction to let him go directly to the police school! It should shine, right? "

Grandpa waved his hand and said indifferently, "You are too high of him, but you have turned over a few old books left by your ancestors, and have done a lot of work. Moreover, our Song family already had the eight-character ancestral motto" No official, no official, save your life ". Just put away that little thought! I won't give this child to you. "

Said to give me a cold glance, scared me quickly to bury my head.

Officer Sun sighed and said, "Lao Song, you are too stubborn? Isn't it that you slept for three years in the stable? Wasn't that rectified early? Now it is the 21st century. You are an old stubborn! ”After that, patted on my shoulder, wanting to win me:“ Little devil, do you want to be a policeman when you grow up, and catch bad guys with your uncle? ”

I didn't dare to make trouble in front of my grandpa, and shook my head hard.

Grandpa said, "Sun Tiger, you don't understand the Song family. I don't want to do anything else in my life. I just hope that future generations can live in peace and do not engage in these dangerous industries."

Officer Sun also wanted to speak. Grandpa had already raised a hand and issued a guest order: "If it's okay, please go back first! Otherwise don't enter my door in the future."

Officer Sun swallowed what he was about to say again, took up his briefcase and said, "Yes, Lao Song, then I'll leave first, and I'll visit you next time I have a case!"

After Officer Sun's car drove away, the air in the living room suddenly became heavy. Grandpa was sitting on the teacher's chair and holding a tea cup. I stood in front of him, very nervous.

"Yanger, how many books have you read?" He asked.

I answered indiscriminately. In fact, after reading it, there is no extra-curricular reading at home. As long as I have time, I can flip through the two books, and I have almost turned them over.

Grandpa drank his mouth tea and suddenly said leisurely: "There is no prison thing more than Da Bu, Da Bie than the first love, first love is no more than inspection."

I froze for a moment, and recite: "It covers the right to death, the right to live, and the opportunity to bend and stretch, so it's up to me."

He said again: "February is like a dew in January; February is like a peach ..."

I replied: "March men and women; April figurines; May bones and bones, June hairs; July moved his right hand, the male to the left of the mother; August moved the left hand, the female to the right of the mother."

These two paragraphs are the words in the "Collecting the Unjust Collection". Grandpa was deliberately testing me. After listening, the tea cup in his hand fell to the ground and asked in surprise: "Yanger, this Have you memorized all this book? "

"Almost ..." I admitted with a little embarrassment.

"It is indeed my son from the Song family." After that, Grandpa shook his head again.

This weird response frightened me, thinking that Grandpa would scold me with his head covered, but he didn't. I realized after thinking back and forth that Grandpa's heart was very complicated at the time. He was glad that the Song family had no one to succeed him, and he was afraid that I would follow the same path as him from then on.

Grandpa sighed, "God will make people!"

Then he got up, didn't even look at me, and went back to the study with his hands on his back. I was standing there, shocked and flustered, wasn't Grandpa going to spank me?

Late that night, Grandpa suddenly woke me up and told me to put on clothes and go with him to a place. I put on my clothes in fog and came to the yard. Grandpa threw me a pick and then said nothing. Going out, I followed closely.

The county we live in is not large, and walking south is a wilderness ridge. There is no moon and few stars this night. Grandpa walked in the quiet chestnut woods. Only the rustling sounds of our feet on the fallen leaves along the way, and the whining noises of some animals deep in the woods, made my hair straight.

Soon we walked through this forest and came to a wasteland. I kicked something in a panic, and if I looked closely, it was clearly a dead bone! Perennially exposed to the sun and rain, has become dark.

I suddenly remembered that there was a mass graveyard nearby. According to reports, during the chaos in the last days, a band of pirates took the king here, killing people like hemp, and all the bodies were thrown here. Over time, it became an ominous Ground, weird things often happen. The nearby villagers even built a house, and the front door never opened in this direction. Anyone who had any unknown body, or whose morals were corrupted during his lifetime, did not deserve to be buried in the ancestral tomb, was thrown here by a roll of straw.

I saw a green flicker of fire around me, like a ghost around me.

At first I thought it was a firefly, but I thought about it, this mass grave post is very overcast, and almost no grass grows. Where is the firefly? That light is clearly the ‘Fire from the Skeletons’ recorded in the Collected Records of Injustices, which is the ‘ghost fire’ in the world ’s population. It is a phenomenon of spontaneous combustion caused by the volatilization of phosphorus in the bones after the decay of the body.

Although I understood this, I saw the flickering ghost fire with my own eyes, and I still got goosebumps.

As my heartbeat continued to accelerate, a dark shadow suddenly rushed past the mass grave post, stopping at ten meters away and staring at me deadly, with a faint green light in my eyes, screaming in horror.

Grandpa picked up a stone and threw it at the shadow. The shadow was frightened, and Wang rushed into the bush.

"Don't be afraid, it's a dog," Grandpa comforted.

I swallowed and asked, "Grandpa, what are we doing here?"

"You'll know later ..."

Grandpa took me to a pile of stones and pointed with one hand: "dig!"

"Dig?" I was taken aback: "Grandpa, is this a grave?"

"It's not a grave that's buried here, but what else?" Grandpa replied.

"But grandpa, isn't it illegal to steal a tomb?" I hesitated.

"What grave robbing, this is called an open coffin for autopsy, stop talking nonsense, and dig quickly." Grandpa said sternly.

In desperation, I had to pick up a pick and start digging. This is a stone grave. It was very difficult to dig. Don't look at me growing up in the county seat, but I have hardly ever held anything heavier than a pen in my childhood. The palms were able to withstand blood bubbles.

Grandpa stood aside and lit a dry cigarette, watching me dig. The smoke wafted over, although it was very embarrassing, but it calmed down my heart, and even the spooky cold air in the mass graveyard lightened a little!

I don't know how long I dug, I was so tired and sweaty, and suddenly I heard a creak, apparently I met the dead below. So I abandoned the pickaxe and moved the stones away with my hands, and soon a pile of black bones appeared.

I looked at Grandpa. He continued to plan out the bones in the pile of stones while he was not smoking, and found an open space to spell the adult shape in order.

Although I have n’t touched a corpse before, in the chapter “Bone Examination” in “The Collected Unjust Collection”, the shape of each bone is explained in detail, so it did n’t take much to spell out the skeleton. time.

It was just fighting, I suddenly felt something was wrong!