I shuddered for no reason.

Can you still deliver a courier after being dead for a month? Is it a death message? That's how Conan saw too much. Or is it a dedication to work? That's even more.

But I quickly calmed down, thinking that there must have been some misunderstanding, and I didn't believe that a dead man would send me a courier a day ago.

Of course, if you want to tell me that the name of the sender is wrong, I also believe it, or some people are recruiting impersonators in order to brush up on performance or something......

"Pok, you can't talk nonsense, have you made a mistake?" Brushing aside the messy thoughts, I said into the phone, "Have you checked the news?" ”

"You can't be wrong, the body was found this afternoon." Li Jun's voice on the other end of the phone was still shaking, "When this guy's neighbor came home from work, he found that the door of their house was hidden, and he was going to enter the door to remind him to close the door, but as soon as he entered, he saw Du Chen's body." ”

He was panting as he spoke, and he didn't know if he was scared or tired.

"I'll poke." Li Jun's voice was faint, and I shuddered when I listened to it, and I couldn't help but be startled.

pressed his temple, and suddenly felt that something was not normal, "Then who sent this piece of mine?" ”

"I asked for you, it was sent by Du Chen."

"How is that possible? That guy wasn't dead for a month......" I suddenly thought of something and hurriedly asked, "The autopsy results can't come out so quickly, how did you know that he had been dead for so long?" ”

"Does this still have to wait for an autopsy? Even a fool can see that. ”

"What?"

"Wait a minute, there are photos in our regional group, and I'll forward them to you."

After speaking, Li Jun hung up the phone, and after a while, my mobile phone rang, and a message was turned around.

It's a picture of the deceased!

clicked on the message, and for the first time, I saw the person named Du Chen, but he was already dead.

The guy named Du Chen in the photo seemed to be stretched, curled up and fell to the ground, so at a glance, his head and feet were almost together!

Obviously, this is not a conventional way to die, and it is also not a killing method that a person can do, after all, it is necessary to pull a person's flesh and bones!

"Who took this picture?"

It stands to reason that the photos of the murder scene cannot be leaked!

"Colleagues from the precinct who rushed through first." Li Jun said truthfully.

Well, I didn't reply, but looking at the photo, I faintly surfaced an emotion in my heart, an unusually primitive emotion.

It's fear, that fear of the unknown.

"What about the time of death?"

"Don't you see that guy's body? The skin is shriveled down, and it's obviously corrupted! ”

I was a little speechless, a little crying and laughing at this hasty judgment method, so I said into the phone: "I'll poke, you are also ...... Ay...... That, you're ......."

Holding the phone, I was talking to the speakerphone while looking at the photo, but as I spoke, my mind was stuck, because looking at Du Chen's strange death posture in the photo, a strange thought jumped in.

Wait a minute...... Wrong......

There seemed to be a flash of lightning exploding in the chaos in my mind, and my thoughts were suddenly stretched, and I remembered...... Come to think of it, I seem to have seen patterns similar to this way of dying.

Where?

Where is it?

I think I saw it not long ago......

Curled up people, disproportionate bodies.

Like a bug?

The head is connected to the feet, the opening is rounded.

A series of fragments of memory were slammed into the brain.

Finally......

Finally I remembered, this ...... Isn't that the fucking pattern on my key?

At that moment, it was as if an electric current passed through my backbone and hit my tendons hard, and I couldn't stop sobbing violently!

It's definitely not a coincidence, it's not an accident, it's too pure cause and effect, and it's clear that the key in my pocket is the so-called "cause".

Damn it...... From that point of view, the one named Du Chen definitely has something extraordinary to do with this key.

Grabbing the key in his pocket, he couldn't help but feel cold when he thought about it. At the same time, I wondered if it was the key my grandfather mentioned fifteen years ago.

Taking a deep breath, memories and thoughts of the past came flooding back in.

If so, what exactly did Grandpa's last words represent? Why would he choose to give me one of these?

If not, why did the key end up in my hands?

A series of questions stuffed into my mind like a cannonball, and Li Jun's voice on the other side of the phone continued.

"Hey, are you listening?"

I came to my senses: "Oh, you say. ”

"You're not fucking listening, are you?"

"Sorry, thought of something."

My mind is so confused that I can't listen to anything at all, but when I think about it, I suddenly received a courier from a dead man, and few people can locate this matter with normal thinking.

Then he said to the other end of the phone: "I have something to do here, I'll send it to you later." ”

"Damn, such an evil thing, you still have time to distract yourself." Li Jun's voice was louder than mine.

"So, you can help me find out who sent this courier, and maybe I can find some clues." I'm a little impatient and want to get him off quickly.

Then he hung up the phone, pushed the door open and entered the house.

He took a deep breath, steadied himself, and got into the sofa.

The severity of the matter was far beyond my expectations, but after thinking about it for a long time, it was already obvious that this key was something that my grandfather had repeatedly mentioned back then.

And this thing that grandpa mentioned back then, now it seems that it is not as simple as letting him out of the mountain gate, pressing his temples and his brain hurts inexplicably.

But at that moment, the bell above his head rang.

On the hour?

After a glance, I found that I didn't know when the hour hand actually pointed to three.

Three o'clock in the morning?

He sat up from the couch and pressed his head, "Did you fall asleep?" ”

Looking out the window again, I saw that behind the glass was a jet black, starless and moonless.

Then another voice rang out.

"Knock knock."

Be...... Is it the sound of a knock on the door?

"Who?" For no reason, he shouted almost subconsciously.

"Knock knock." The door was still knocking, and there was no intention of stopping, but it was getting more and more urgent.

I suddenly remembered that the old man had mentioned that the ghost knocked on the door at three o'clock in the morning, and this was the time when the yang energy was the weakest and the yin energy was the strongest.

My scalp tingled, but instead of flinching from the great fear, I mustered a strong curiosity, and I tiptoed to the door while covering my mouth, wanting to look outside!

Let's see what that is.

Look through the cat to the door!

With the knock on the door, the voice-activated lights in the corridor outside were already on, and the stilted shoe racks, a few worn-out cardboard boxes, and the yellowish lights shone on the mottled walls, miserable.

I was stunned, empty?

And as if sensing something, suddenly a face poked over!!

I was so startled that I almost didn't scream.

It felt as if the guy outside the door was looking at me through a cat's eye.

The guy with glasses, a goatee, and a Chinese face!