Jim Jiang is a man who likes to pretend to be thirteen. Anjie knows this as soon as he enters the place where he lives.

This is a very elegant small yard, remote location, not big. There are a lot of strange things in the yard - there are sundials of unknown age, the garbage mountain of behavior art made of colorful bottles, the temporary nest made for stray cats and dogs, and a food bowl beside them... Anjie has a close look at the blue and white porcelain. It's a waste. I don't know how many times it was thrown and repaired by little animals.

Quietly in the courtyard, Anjie took several people and escorted Chen Fugui into the room. He carefully looked around the room, but there was no one. The clock ticking in the hall makes a strange sound. Anjie grabs Chen Fugui by the neck and turns his eyes: "where are you?"

Chen Fugui's face turned blue. He struggled and said, "I know..."

Anjie slightly relaxed his hand: "say."

As the air poured into his lungs, Chen Fugui coughed bitterly: "cough... He... Jim, he has a strange temper and doesn't want to contact people. His son lives here alone, and I send people to give him things for daily life... He will never go out." He took a breath. His chest heaved violently. After a pause, he pointed to the landing clock. "He has a basement. He should be down there doing experiments..."

Mo looked at the big wooden clock carefully, reached out and knocked on it. He touched the wall behind him and turned to smile: "there's a secret door. It's really a laboratory at the bottom. This guy's imagination is too rich. Do you see too many Hollywood blockbusters? "

After thinking about it, Anjie cut the rope that tied Chen Fugui's hand, took it from the person next to him, stood behind him, and raised his chin to him: "what's the matter, lead the way, and wait for me to invite you?"

Chen Fugui took a shivering look at him. He didn't dare to fart. He bent down and walked forward step by step. He didn't know what psychological barriers he had to the underground laboratory. He gently and skillfully broke two times behind the big clock. The heavy big clock actually moved to a flat position. A small door for one-to-one passage bounced open from the inside. Inside was a small corridor with a gloomy corridor and a staircase to go down.

Chen Fugui looks back at Anjie. Anjie orders several people to stay and calls a little brother who helps to open the way with a flashlight. He coerces the old foreign devils and gets in. Don't rush after.

I don't know how long it took for Anjie to walk. After turning one corner after another, the underground cave went down layer by layer. Slowly, several people even felt the moisture of the soil. The space was very narrow. Anjie had to lower his head slightly to pass. It felt like the part of the Road Shen took them on in the desert, which made him very uncomfortable, In addition, I don't like this kind of claustrophobic environment in my heart. I can't help being a little impatient. He put a gun on Chen Fugui's back like venting his anger: "that Jiang thing belongs to a mouse. Do you have any normal people under your hands? It's like the human body lab in Japan. "

As an outsider, Chen Fugui probably can't understand such things as national feelings. He says with a slap: "Jiang is a Chinese Japanese hybrid, and his mother is..."

Anjie was even more annoyed: "go away, who will check their family tree? I don't want to marry him! Let's go

Mo Cong learned something about Anjie from Song Chang'an. He knew that he might be uncomfortable by the confined space, so he tried to keep his voice as low as possible to remind him: "Anjie, pay attention to your feet."

His steps were very light, and he was not in a good mood. Anjie hardly noticed that he was behind. He was stunned. He turned around and looked at Mo Cong with the dim flashlight. He seemed to be puzzled and asked, "how did you follow me?"

But he didn't know why. There was a real and down-to-earth feeling in his heart. The uncomfortable things stirred up by the environment, which aroused his uncomfortable memories, seemed to dissipate a lot because of these two simple dialogues. Anjie's heart and mind came down to the truth, and he glanced at the bottom of his feet.

He lived in the dark for a long time. His night vision was excellent. With the help of low light, the surrounding environment for him was not much different from the daylight outside. Anjie bowed his head and gave a big kick at his feet. He grabbed Chen Fugui's shoulder and yelled, "stop."

Chen Fugui said: "what's the matter?"

The little brother who flashed the flashlight in front of him also stopped. He was one of several people who saw his eldest brother Zhai Haidong kneel down to Anjie. Although he didn't know the details, he also knew that the young man's weight was unusual. He asked suspiciously, "Mr. an, what's the matter?"

"There's blood on the ground." Anjie looks down at Chen Fugui. Behind him, Mo takes out his mobile phone from his coat pocket, lights up the screen and shines on the stairs they are stepping on. The dark bloodstain extends all the way, which is by no means drop by drop, like someone's nosebleed. Instead, it is long, dragged down by the corner of his clothes or something, and even spread in some places. It's like a few people stepped on the scene of the murder.

"I don't know... I don't know anything..." Chen Fugui was frightened. He looked at the blood on the ground and shook his head to Anjie in a panic. "Believe me! I know nothing, i-i-i-i... "

As soon as he was worried, he began to jump out again. Anjie glared at him fiercely and went around the bloodstain: "go on, hurry up!"

Chen Fugui hurried forward in three steps and two steps. He didn't have the night eyes of Anjie. In this rush, he accidentally stepped on the empty foot and rolled down with a scream. Fortunately, when he got here, he was almost to the bottom, and the width of the stairs increased a lot. Otherwise, the one who used the flashlight in front of him would have to be knocked down by him.

A few people chased down. There was a slightly wider platform below. There was a small door beside it. It was not an ordinary door. It was tightly sewn as if it was a bank vault. The old foreign devil nearly met the king of hell because of this fall. Lying on the ground, the ghost couldn't get up and insisted that his leg was broken. Mo Cong was going to give him a kick to scare him and give him a motivation to rise. Before he got out, Chen Fugui suddenly let out another earth shaking scream, just like a duck being pinched by the neck to bleed.

When he was rolling on the ground, he didn't notice. His back bumped into something that was originally placed in the corner of the wall. That thing was quietly in the shadow. He knocked it down, and it was pressing on the old foreign devil.

Anjie is also a frown, the fallen thing is actually a sitting body.

Don't rush to kick away the corpse with his toes, let it face up, step on his face, and the flashlight falls on the corpse's face. This is an adult man. He looks like a Chinese. Maybe he's a bit of a mixed race. If he's alive, his facial features may be good-looking, but his expression is ferocious. His carotid artery and his whole throat were cut open, which is why there is so much blood flow. The wound is smooth, the killer's hand is very sharp, and the knife should be very sharp.

Chen Fugui leaned against the wall and shrunk into a ball, pointed to the body and said in a shrill voice: "J! Jim Chiang

Jiang's body was stiff, his eyes wide open, looking in one direction. Anjie hesitated for a moment and asked Mo Cong to help put the corpse back to its original position. At this time, several people found that the direction that Jiang Jim's corpse was looking at was the direction of the small door.

After an Jie nodded his head, the little brother took a pile of tools out of the bag he was carrying with him and pounded the door for a while. A light "click" broke the silence that several people did not dare to go out. He stepped back and kicked open the locked door. At the same time, he stepped back cautiously and pointed a gun inside, When he saw the scene inside the door, he was stunned.

Everyone was stunned.

It's hard to describe what kind of situation it is. The things behind the door are so weird. Whether it's the flashlight or the light from Mo Cong's mobile phone with enough power, it's all gloomy at this time. The ground seems to be flowing with the Milky way, and the brightness is very high. But the light is like the moonlight, soft and not dazzling. It slowly fluctuates around, layer by layer, just like the spray, but it's so quiet that there is no sound.

Dark space suddenly bright up, like the end of the Milky way, even if a group of magpies fly out and then completed a magpie bridge, there are fairies and cowherd walking on it will not be surprising.

This shouldn't be something in the world. Maybe there isn't such a beautiful scene in the dream of a fanciful little girl.

Anjie froze, but he was not surprised, but frightened. He lost his voice and yelled out: "back up, back up for me! Hurry up

The man who opened the door looked back at him in a daze. All of a sudden, he felt something. He lowered his head. The water of the "Milky Way" had slowly flowed over his feet. Then he could see clearly that there were very small, very small, luminous sequins in the so-called "Milky Way".

Sequin bug... He responded, but it was too late.

Mo Cong and Anjie looked at the man standing in a daze. They suddenly laughed like epilepsy, salivated, and gave them a strange smile: "so bright, so bright..." then the head fell from his neck. It was as natural as a ripe melon. The brain came out of nowhere and mixed into the galaxy, In an instant, it disappeared, leaving only a withered head with visible speed. The body was still standing in the same place, and a layer of silver spread on the neck, just like a diamond necklace worn by a lady.

A burst of smell came, Chen Fugui gaped, and a circle of liquid slowly leached from his crotch.

Mo Cong had never seen such a scene. At that moment, he felt that his breathing would stop.

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Dear friends, don't think I'm too wordy. I'd like to nag again. Children who read articles should never change Jinjiang's domain name again. The editor said that Jinjiang's computer would be damaged. The consequence of the damage is that all the data of the website is gone. Understand.

Well, in other words, Jinjiang is not here.