I kicked the explosive with my foot: "You'd better think about it again. Do you know what this is?"
"This is murder!"
"Besides, you can't judge anything based on just one explosive. Although your uncle is quite suspicious now, there is no substantial evidence after all."
Xu Mo continued at the side: "Do you need evidence for this? Even a fool can see it! Master!"
"You can only do things based on evidence, not feelings."
I pulled Xu Mo aside and said in a low voice: "This kid is furious right now and is trying to hold back his energy to settle the score with his uncle. If his judgment is wrong, we will get into trouble and something will happen."
"Listen to me, don't come up with blind ideas."
I turned around and looked at Wang Zhen again: "If your uncle did this, it can only mean one thing. Your uncle must have a shocking secret."
"To be precise, it's a secret I'm afraid you'll know."
At this time, Wang Zhen seemed a little hesitant: "Although my uncle is quite a bastard, he won't kill me, right?"
"Isn't it said that blood is thicker than water? This..."
I looked back at Xu Mo, and he immediately covered his mouth.
I have seen this kind of thing too many times, and I can guess the general result.
When people are angry, they will say a lot of irrational things, but once they really come across the red line of family ties, everyone will be cautious.
I didn't give him a response, but gave him plenty of time to think about it.
After a while, Wang Zhen spoke again: "I don't want to make such a hasty conclusion. Do you think this will work? Follow me to check him out."
"What if I'm not a good person?"
Wang Zhen shook his head slowly and said, "At least you're not a bad person."
Yes, since he believes in me, it’s easy to say anything.
I went back into the house, picked up the scissors from the floor, and carefully opened the doll's mouth.
Indeed, as Xu Mo said, there was something wrong with the touch of this doll.
I used to think that the texture of this doll was very similar to meat skin, but now when I pick it up, it's obviously a little weird.
I lay on the doll and listened for a while, always feeling like something was about to burst out.
After listening to it repeatedly for a long time, I didn’t care about anything else and just kept going to the end!
I used the scissors as a scalpel and cut directly into the doll's abdomen.
"Wow."
A stream of unknown liquid dripped down, and the fishy smell inside made people feel sick in their stomachs.
Xu Mo covered his nose and muttered: "Why does this doll still have stuffing?"
I took a flashlight and looked forward. What was inside the doll was nothing else but pieces of minced meat!
The minced meat has turned black in color and looks somewhat similar to bacon.
Obviously, this minced meat has been a bit old.
What kind of pervert does this have to be to stuff this thing into a doll's belly?
At this moment, there was a familiar yet unfamiliar sour smell.
It's formalin!
I have seen all kinds of monsters and monsters over the years, and there are many people who use formalin to preserve corpses.
Apparently, there is now a pervert who uses the doll as a storage container and relies on formalin to keep it fresh.
What flashes in my mind is Wang Yuhai's face, but in fact there is no evidence.
Also, who is this corpse?
At a certain moment, I thought of a word - Zhenwu.
Things like town objects have a wide range of paths, can ward off disasters and evil spirits, and can also kill people and become invisible.
And the mystery of this thing is that the same thing, placed in different locations, has very different effects, or even completely opposite effects.
It is said that there used to be a mason who was working for his employer. When he measured the hanging wire, it was straight, but the wall he built was crooked.
At first, the owner suspected that the quality of the masons was not good enough, so he changed several batches of craftsmen, and finally met someone who understood.
The man drew a circle on the ground and ordered people to dig underneath.
The dig went straight to the source—two shoes buried underneath.
Judging from the degree of wear and tear, the owner of the shoes was obviously lame.
The owner looked disgusted and wanted to throw away the shoes, but the craftsman wouldn't let him.
After asking around, it turned out that the boss had indeed offended a lame man, but he didn't take it seriously. He said that one winter, there was a lame man who was begging for some cinders.
But the owner is a business person, and what he fears most is the taboo. Sending coal is homophonic to "sending no", which sounds really unlucky.
Just like that, let his men drive the cripple away.
