The eyeball that fell out of the envelope startled me, it couldn't be Grandpa's, could it? But on second thought it was obviously impossible, grandfather received the letter before and disappeared after, this eyeball must be someone else's.
In addition to this sticky eyeball, there is nothing else in the letter, which is really strange, what does the person who sent the letter want to tell grandpa? Why did grandpa suddenly disappear?
The more I thought about it, the more confused I became, I scratched my head vigorously and sat down in annoyance.
Grandpa said that you should see the essence of everything through the phenomenon, and when you can't figure out a thing, start thinking from the most basic point.
I looked around, the things in the bookstore were neatly arranged, the doors and windows were intact, Grandpa wasn't forcibly taken away, that is to say, he left the house on his own after receiving the letter.
Since this is a letter, it must have conveyed some kind of message, a message that only grandpa can see, then I should be able to see it as well.
The message the sender was trying to tell Grandpa was on this eyeball!
I turned on the desk lamp and carefully examined the eyeball under the light, judging from the cloudiness of the lens, the eyeball had been stripped from the body in less than three hours, and a small section of nerve was attached to the back of the round eyeball. Repeatedly examined for about a minute, I came to two conclusions: first, the eyeball was stripped down, the victim is still alive; second, the murderer's skillful approach, live to take the eyeball did not cause any damage, to know that the eyeball is a very fragile organ, this technique is comparable to a surgeon!
Eyeballs stained with some small granular objects, I get down a little rubbed with my fingers, found that it is wood shavings, put under the nose a smell, there is a pine flavor.
I remembered that there was a wood processing plant in the north part of the county where pine trees shipped in from out of town were sanded down to make boards for furniture, so the eyeball must have come from there. The meaning the sender wanted to convey was that there was a person's life in danger at the wood processing plant, which was a kind of invisible blackmail, so grandpa was in a hurry to save him!
I can not care too much, pick up a flashlight will run out of the house, the night road is very dark, the alleyway from time to time came a burst of barking, I ran to the north of the county, saw the wood processing plant plant towers in a dark.
The factory is surrounded by a wall outside, the big iron door was opened, the lock was thrown on the ground, the lock eye still inserted a piece of wire.
This proves that my judgment is not wrong, the sender is here, grandfather may also be inside. However, I have a few moments of cowardice in my heart, the sender of the letter is definitely not a good person, should I call the police first?
I didn't have a cell phone at that time, it was a bit unrealistic to run back and call the police, and every second that passed could put my grandfather in danger.
So I picked up a stick from the ground, walking towards the factory, walking I saw a warehouse lighted, immediately turned off the flashlight, hands clutching the stick, carefully touched the past!
Warehouse piled up a lot of wood, has been yards to the high roof, covered with tarpaulin, I walked in, surrounded by a silence, heart hairy.
Turning a corner, I suddenly saw two people in front of me, a middle-aged fat man I didn't recognize, sitting on a chair, with his head cocked and his shirt open. I saw his chest tattooed with a big blue dragon, mouth stuffed with a piece of rags, two eye sockets empty, the strange thing is that around the eye sockets, face and clothes did not leave a drop of blood.
His hands holding a black plastic bag, which seems to be loaded with something!
Another person is lying in the open space not far away, wearing a red Tang suit, foot on the thousand layer bottom cloth shoes, I recognized that is the grandfather!
I did not care to check the death of the middle-aged fat man, hurriedly ran over, pounced on Grandpa, his hands and feet are very cold, his heartbeat is completely gone, and his pupils have begun to slowly spread. I put my hand under grandpa's nose, and it took a few seconds before there was a wisp of extremely faint breath.
My eyes instantly moistened and I shouted, "Grandpa, you have to hold on, I'll go call someone right away!"
I shouted several times in a row, hoping to rouse his consciousness, Grandpa's lips moved slightly, and in a very faint voice, he said, "Yang'er."
"Grandpa, don't die, I'll call an ambulance right away! Call the best doctor!"
"No ..." he said with great difficulty, "It's too late."
As soon as I heard this, my heart was in my throat, and hot tears welled up from my eyes. Grandpa opened his mouth again, speaking very slowly and slowly, as if each word exhausted his strength, I both hoped that he could save some strength, but did not dare to interrupt him.
Grandpa said: "Yang Er ... Grandpa's time has come ... In the future, even if you do forensic medicine, Grandpa will not stop you ... But hearing the 'Jiangbei Broken Knife' these four words ... must ... must hide far away."
I hold his hand, because of crying voice are out of tune: "Grandpa, what Jiangbei Broken Knife, is the bastard who harmed you? I will definitely take revenge for you."
"No!" He hugged me tightly with his dry hands, his eyes forced into mine, "Promise me."
I nodded vigorously.
Grandpa gave a relieved look and slowly breathed his last as I fell to my knees and sobbed uncontrollably.
Crying, I suddenly saw a horrible black shadow swaying faintly on the ground, so scared that my tears stopped immediately, judging from the position of the light and the clarity of the shadow, that person was close to me, standing behind me.
But I didn't even detect a trace of a living person's gasp, it seemed that it wasn't a living person at all, I even wondered, could it be that the fat man who had his eyes gouged out had swindled the corpse?
No, this is obviously impossible!
Because this black shadow was tall and thin, just then, his right hand slowly raised, holding something in his hand, as if it was a hazy scimitar.
I stood up violently, but was immediately pressed dead against my waist by something cold and sharp through my clothes.
The black shadow said in an eerie voice, "Don't turn around, if you see my face, you won't get out alive."
The voice sounded odd, neither male nor female, neither yin nor yang, as if it had been treated with a special device.
I was scared and indignant, this person must be the murderer who lured my grandfather here and killed him, but I was unarmed, I didn't have any ability to fight against him, even if I was killed here no one would know.
"What is your name?" The black shadow asked.
"Song ... Yang!" I replied.
"So Song Zhaolin also has a grandson, did he teach you anything?" The black shadow asked again.
"Didn't teach anything." I replied.
"Really, huh!" A gloomy strange laugh came out from the black shadow's mouth, "Do you want to live?"
I didn't answer this time, I just nodded.
"Well then, I'll give you a question, if you can answer it I'll let you go, if you can't then accompany your grandfather to hell!"
I shuddered a little, ashamed of my incompetence and cowardice at this moment, the murderer of my grandfather was obviously close at hand, but I didn't even dare to look at him, or even let him play with me like a mouse caught by a cat.
But the desire to live still prompted me to nod.
"This question is very simple, as long as you can tell how your grandfather died, I will let you go!" The black shadow spoke.