The time it took to go from feeling that something was wrong to determining that something was wrong was shorter than Ed had imagined, much shorter. The situation in this room is very bad.

As soon as he walked around the corner of the hallway and stepped into the living room, Ed suddenly stopped. This house looks nothing special from the outside, and the interior decoration is very ordinary, and the wooden furniture is very light painted, but it doesn't seem to be born like this, but because it is a little too old. An archway separates the dining room from the living room, the sofa is semicircular, and there is a long low table on which there should have been a number of glasses.

I say "should" because those things are no longer on the table, but have become pieces of splinter on the ground, shining with a dangerous glimmer. Even the table itself had been shattered into seven or eight pieces, half of which had fallen to the ground on the sofa and became a piece of its own, and the other half had been shattered into many, many pieces that had been spilled on the ground with shards of glass, and it was obvious that the incision had not been cut like this by some sharp object, but had been violently shattered.

Ed looked at the mess, at the debris of the place, and bent down to pick up one of the table shards. It was supposed to be part of the tabletop, and a small piece of black stuff was clearly visible on the mirror-like wood.

The blood stains have dried up for a long time.

“……”

Ed took a light breath and lifted his glasses. I don't know why, such a picture suddenly appeared in his mind - a pair of hands, a pair of strong arms, grabbed the table in the living room and slammed it, and slapped it on another person's body, just on his righteous face, the person who was slapped with nosebleeds, broken teeth, and his whole body flew up and hit the wall. As a result, the table was scrapped, and the remaining half was thrown aside.

Ed glanced at the wall, and sure enough, he found some marks on it.

"What is this?" Grunting to himself, Ed looked in the direction of the stairs leading to the second floor, "Burglary? Brawl killing? Husband and wife quarrels? If it's the latter, then he hopes the family doesn't have a child or anything like that.

There had been a fight here, a very, very fierce fight, and that was the only thing Ed could be sure of now. But the answers to the rest of the questions still need to be found with his own eyes. And he thought he should know how to find the answer.

He raised his head, opened his mouth, took a deep breath, and suddenly shouted—

"Anyone?!"

“……”

"Is anyone still alive?!"

“……”

"Are there any people alive?!"

“……”

Three times in a row, only the mermaid's loneliness was answered by Ed. He shook his head, finally stopped doing any extravagant hopes, and began to search the entire house carefully without destroying the scene. The first location is the basement.

It's a very time-consuming and laborious job, but Ed has accumulated a lot of experience over the past few months. He quickly searched all the way up to the bedroom. And here, at last, he made an additional discovery.

“……”

Silently watching all this in front of him, Ed frowned slightly, opened his mouth for a moment, and then closed it again. He really didn't know what to say.

Corpses, two bodies, two bodies of a man and a woman. Ed thought they were the owners of the house, because their stiff bodies were still wearing pajamas, and the style was obviously the same pair, the kind of super foolish style clothes that could only be worn by two people of the opposite sex in private spaces.

If it was a normal situation, seeing two people like this, Ed promised to turn around and leave immediately. But now that they're all dead, there's no need for him to put some plastic bags around the green-haired pincer-billed turtle with its head.

There is another reason - neither of these two people is lying in bed now.

Ed scanned the room back and forth, then slowly and gently stepped forward, walking over to the corpse of one of the men. He was lying in the aisle by the door, his feet on the edge of the bed, his body lying backwards on the ground, one eye wide open, staring straight at the ceiling above, as if there was a dancing duck sprinkling jelly beans down.

And his other eye was stuck with a pair of scissors deep in it, and the blade of the knife pierced into his brain. Ed thought it must be very, very painful, because the man's expression was hideous like that of a wild bear in estrus, and he was roaring towards the river in the deep valley with his mouth wide open, and his jaw was only a fried ant leg away from dislocation.

And on the other side of the bed opposite him, lay the body of a woman. Ed cautiously walked around the edge of the bed.

The woman's complexion was pale, and her face was incredibly thin. She was different from the man, she was sitting against the wall in the window aisle on the other side of the bed, her intact eyes were bigger than the man's, her mouth was slightly open, and her body was stiff. There was a large visible blood crust on the back of her head, and a long trail of blood extended up to the windowsill. It seemed that this was her fatal injury, and the back of her head hit the windowsill, and then her unconscious body sat weakly against the wall.

Ed looked at the woman, and suddenly bent over and tilted his head, looking at her chest. Her "silly pajamas" made a difference at this point, although not obvious and unmarked, but judging by the shape of the folds of the clothes, Ed judged that she must have been kicked there.

Who kicked him?

“……”

Edmore rubbed his chin and slowly turned his head to look across the bed at the feet of the man lying on the other side of the aisle. He felt like two half-nibbled loaves of bread now.

Standing up, Ed rubbed his head and exhaled. He's feeling bad now, very bad. Something very uninteresting happened to this house, and it was much less fun than he had imagined, and it made his head very big.

And just then, he suddenly made another new discovery, a new situation that made his hair stand on end and his eyes were stunned. He held his breath and stood motionless, reduced to a lifeless, inferior plaster statue in the silence of space.

As the clock ticked by, Ed opened his ears and listened quietly, then slowly turned around like a robot and looked in the direction of the wardrobe placed in the innermost part of the bedroom. He slowly walked up to the thing and looked up and down, as if he was looking at a 1.83-meter-tall artificial drill imported from the god star.

Then he stretched out his hands and pulled the cabinet door open. The contents were planted with a "bang" and fell to the ground.

“……”

Ed looked down at the thing and blinked. A person, a person who was tied with a bandage and became a baby silkworm chrysalis, had nothing exposed except for his head and feet, and his mouth was also wrapped in layers of tape, and he could only breathe through his nose. Ed could tell it wasn't going to be easy, as the nose was now swollen to the point of whitening. Fans can play the level of clowns. It had been struck hard, and only recently.

For no reason, Ed thought of the half-broken small table downstairs. He didn't know if it had just been slapped on the nose in front of him. If so, then this nose is hard enough.

The man was still alive, Ed could tell at a glance, but his eyes were closed, and he seemed to be in a deep coma. It's not that it's incomprehensible, if an ordinary person is suddenly like that, I'm afraid the whole face has already turned into a wife cake.

Turning his head to look at the two corpses of the man and woman next to him, and then glancing down at the bandaged silkworm chrysalis at his feet, the corners of Ed's mouth twitched slightly. He's a little interested in what the hell is going on in this damn place now.

Bending down to pick up the bandaged silkworm chrysalis, Ed slung it to his shoulders with a hard waist and walked out of the bedroom as carefully as he had come in. He was going to wake this man up, and he was sure that the miserable big brother would definitely be able to answer some of his questions. But he certainly couldn't do what he was going to do next in the live room where the two bodies were on display.

Carrying his eldest brother all the way down to the living room on the first floor, Ed threw him in the circular sofa and pulled a chair to sit down on the side. He is not in a hurry for the time being, it is still early before noon meal, and the oil in his body is enough for him to exercise 200 sit-ups. First of all, he wanted to light another cigarette for himself, and in less than half an hour, such a big thing happened, he needed to take a break and "intermission".

But just as he had put the cigarillo in his mouth and before he could take out the fire, the roar of the car's engine suddenly came from outside the door, and then stopped extinguishing. Immediately after, the sound of the car door opening and closing and a series of footsteps sounded one after another, and it sounded as if there was more than one person.

They were walking quickly towards the house.

“……”

Ed removed the cigar he had just bitten down on and stuffed it back into the case. The next moment, a violent, unceremonious knock came into the house, and the people outside seemed to be slamming the door with crab pincers. But there were only two sounds, for the door with the lock had been broken a long time ago, and it was smashed open a second time.

Ed sat in his chair, his eyes fixed on the hallway. They soon appeared in his sights.

Three people, one short and two tall, one tall stood in the middle, with shiny dark skin and a pair of sunglasses on his face. The rest of the short man and another tall man stood behind him, one on the left and one on the right, and the relationship between the three was obvious and clear.

"Good morning." Ed said, "Or good morning?" ”

“……”

“……”

“……”

The man in sunglasses and the big and small people behind him looked at Ed with silent eyes, as if they were looking at a tarsier squatting in a frying pan and picking bananas. Then they moved their necks and looked at the bandaged silkworm chrysalis lying on the circular couch.