Liang An's wonderful feeling of returning to work on a desert island lasted until the early morning of the next day - it wasn't until he woke up according to the biological clock he had developed, mechanically folded the quilt and got up and went out that he realized he was himself again. He has actually fallen to this level.
The experience of these two days... was indeed a bit magical. Liang An thought this, and then began to review the behavior he should have as Huang Xiao, so as not to lose himself due to the morning drowsiness.
However, this is obviously an unnecessary worry. Because just half an hour after he got up, a scream rang out on the island, and it was obviously a female voice, which was obvious in a place like this where there was no extra noise.
This was actually such a magical scene that the first moment Liang An heard this sound, his first reaction was to pinch his own penis. First of all, he had to make sure that his mind was still clear and that he would not have any overly bizarre illusions caused by his random thoughts.
——After all, this is not the first time he has been tortured by such abnormal auditory hallucinations. Especially when he went to a murder scene as a police officer for the first time after graduation, another female voice staged an ingenious farce, which almost cost him his face as a fledgling.
However, fortunately and unfortunately, what he saw next was not completely in line with the worst expectations he had subconsciously generated, but was somewhat original.
The source of the sound is not in the area of the room, but somewhere further away. Liang An could directly look out from the window, but out of responsible considerations, he went downstairs directly.
As expected, this cry came from Wang Chuyue. Liang An walked over quickly and saw only the place where several people had checked the dining table yesterday. The old lady's face was pale, looking at the table in front of her and what looked like an iron box on it.
After all, there is only one old lady here, so there is no possibility of her misidentifying her because of face blindness or changing clothes.
Who put it? There was no such thing before everyone returned to the house yesterday, and Liang An remembered this very clearly. But when he got closer, he knew more about the origin of this thing.
It is estimated that except for the possible real murderer, no one in this place has a deeper impression than him.
——It is made of the same material as the intercom device in the previous car, and the appearance design is roughly the same, but the content on the upper display screen is slightly different.
There is a button next to it and a countdown on the screen.
There is no cliché ticking sound, the numbers on the display screen just flow slowly and go down without any hindrance. According to common sense, it should mean that there are still ten hours left.
At this moment, someone poked their head out of the residence, first it was Zhao Qiang.
"Mom! What happened to my mother?"
Liang An realized that she was asking someone who was nearby. This was considered a correct choice, because the old lady was already a little distracted, trembling as she stood there, and her lips couldn't help trembling.
Perhaps it was because the old man was used to getting up early that she was so energetic at seven o'clock in the morning. She was even able to look outside, walked here, and then arrived at such a peripheral area faster than Liang An, who had gotten up earlier. Found this unusual iron box.
But there was clearly another reason for her reaction.
Several people came down one after another upstairs, only Wen Yiting and Li Jiaojiao were probably still sleeping - after all, it was just after early morning when the sun was shining, and it was normal for a four-year-old child not to get up at seven o'clock. The nature of the independent business owner I am still a modern young man working as a freelancer, and I usually don’t get up so early by myself.
Liang An also discovered at this time that there seemed to be pieces of paper under the iron box. There were no gloves here. In a professional spirit, he found a piece of cloth and moved the iron box away, revealing the contents on the paper.
First of all, it was blood-red writing, which still looked fresh.
Seeing those contents, everyone including Liang An fell silent. Only Jiang Qiu, who walked over openly, glanced at it. The first thing he noticed was not just the content of the font.
"This is animal blood."
Liang An couldn't help but look back at him again.
"The smell is different from human blood." Jiang Qiu nodded, as if his reaction was natural, "I have done many types of dissections, and this one has a stronger smell. I thought you would..."
He omitted the following "can smell" because the current Liang An is not a criminal policeman or a butcher hunter, but an extra named Huang Xiao.
"No matter what, I'm just a newbie." Liang An reminded him softly in his ear.
This is the truth. Although Liang An thinks that his reasoning ability is not bad, he is still lacking in experience - he is actually still on the verge of internship.
"So you're saying that the previous part was human blood?"
Liang An could only guess that this was a trick, but as to whether the specific material was real or fake, he had no idea.
"I thought you all knew very well..." Jiang Qiu blinked, "Normal people shouldn't be so fussy about animal blood. After all, we have seen it at the dinner table."
By the way, he also forgot that Master Jiang was still the chat genius who lacked empathy.
In his opinion, those words are just a blind pile-up. The nail marks may be more like surreal works with unclear arrangement. Only the blood stains are related to human survival and death. Jiang Qiu can dig out this tiny possibility. This may be a source of fear.
——After all, he is also a doctor. Various related allusions and experiences should make him realize that human beings do have a heartfelt fear of the phenomenon of wounds nourishing blood.
Looking at Dr. Jiang's innocent eyes, Liang An felt helpless for a moment. But there is no doubt that what should attract more attention now is what is written on the paper in animal blood.
The words are grandiose, but the general idea is simple.
After pressing the button, the screen lights up and the iron box starts a ten-hour countdown. A new prompt may appear at every moment between the countdowns, which will only appear for ten minutes and will not wait until it expires. The location pointed out by the prompt contains a time bomb that detonated early in the morning and needs to be dismantled according to the instructions.
Is this the intention of the prisoners to lay out so much content and tie them to the island?
"So..." Li Fengnian didn't see anything before, so he asked, "Has this button been pressed?"
He didn't see the initial time, and naturally he didn't know whether the so-called screen turned on from dim to bright, or from bright to flickering.
But after observing the old woman's abnormal reaction, the answer became much clearer in Liang An's eyes. He turned to look at Wang Chuyue. The old woman was even more panicked and took a few steps back.
Then everyone will naturally know.
"According to the content on the note, it should be pressed down no matter what." Jiang Qiu spoke clearly at this time, and at the same time expressed his own doubts, "But why do you need to defuse the bomb? You can't just dismantle the bomb." Throw it into the sea?"
"There are many solutions to this from the prisoner's point of view. Maybe you will know just by looking at it." Zhao Qiang shrugged.
Liang An only felt that these two understated people could form a special agent team that knew nothing about the sky and the earth.
