The night is like a curtain, and the moonlight on the horizon is delicate and beautiful.

In a wilderness on the outskirts of Jiangcheng, as far as the eye can see, there is a depression in all directions, and the cold wind blows a series of strange sounds in this uninhabited place.

A dilapidated building stood still in the night, like a samurai who guarded the world alone.

"Don't!"

The woman's high-pitched, desperate voice came from the building, tearing through the silence of the night.

"Please...... Please spare me......"

In the building, she lay on the ground in embarrassment, and her cry of horror and pleading sounded again in the wilderness:

"Do you want money! I have money! I have a lot of money in my card! You let me go! Leave me alone, I'll give you everything! It's true! ”

She kept moving her body back, the cold sweat on her forehead was tightly sticking to a few hairs, and the delicate makeup on her face had already cried, white and black, looking extremely weird.

However, her crying had no effect, and the monster on the other side kept approaching her step by step!

The woman still kept crying for help: "Don't! No! Please...... I still have them to take care of! You don't want them to suffer either, do you?! I'm going to ...... it."

Hearing this, the other party seemed to be even more angry!

I saw that the woman's pupils kept shrinking! Until a sharp claw mark slashed at her neck!

"Ahh

"Meow!"

After a scream, the night returned to calm.

I saw that there were several rows of cat's paw prints left on the ground.

In November, Jiangcheng was already so cold that many people were wrapped in cotton clothes, and they shivered even when they walked on the street, but in the university town, the students were still in twos and threes, frolicking on the street, and this cold night could not hide their enthusiasm at all.

Not far from the university town, there is a milky white building, and at the entrance of the building, five big characters are engraved in beautiful regular script - Jiangcheng Museum.

The outside of the museum is surrounded by a fence, separated from the noisy outside world, and the elegant and quaint atmosphere inside is like two worlds from the outside.

It's already past eight o'clock, and the museum exhibition hall is rarely still lit, and most of the people who come out of the museum are polite, elegant, and full of bookish anger.

"Senior sister, thank you so much, the teacher went to Beicheng yesterday, if you hadn't come to help, that Tang Yin's painting was really bought by me as a fake, then I would be completely finished!"

In the exhibition hall, Shen Ze carefully put away the paintings spread out on the table, and hurriedly thanked Song Huaiyuan.

"Little things."

Song Huai was willing to wrap his scarf carelessly, not taking his words to heart.

Shen Ze looked at her like this, and couldn't help but think of their teacher's evaluation of her - Huaiyuan, this child, is a genius! It's a pity that the heart is not here.

The person who said this, called Jiang Yu, used to be a special appraiser of the Forbidden City, and he could be regarded as a leading figure in the industry, and later retired to teach at the university, and almost dedicated his whole life to cultural relics and careers.

But every time he mentions it, the words he often talks about are not to restore some terrible antique cultural relics, but to cultivate Song Huaiyuan, a proud protégé.

Not only him, but no matter who mentions Song Huaiyuan in the industry, they are full of praise.

This girl, at the age of 17, was admitted to the Department of Cultural Relics of Jiangcheng University, and became a national first-class appraiser at the age of 19.

But Song Huai never took these things seriously, giving people the impression that he didn't care at all, but he was the best one every time.

Just like this time, in order to identify this painting, the Provincial Museum found many appraisers, and the results were all wavering, and then Song Huaiyuan came for less than half an hour, and gave a conclusion.

Shen Ze sighed without a look, "Senior sister, I heard that you rejected the invitation of the Palace Museum before?" ”

"Hmm." Song Huai was willing to disagree.

Looking at her attitude, Shen Ze could only change the topic stupidly: "Senior sister, do you have time tonight, I invite you to dinner, even if it is to thank you for ...... this time"

"No need, I collected your appraisal fee, and I still have something to do, so I'll leave first."

Song Huaiyuan's voice was as cold as ever, and he didn't notice it, and the eyes that Shen Ze had just flashed behind him quickly dimmed.

If this were someone else, he would definitely think Song Huai

I want to be an arrogant person who can't wait to lift her tail to the sky, but Shen Ze has dealt with her for so many years, and knows that she has no bad intentions in her bones, she just likes to follow her own temperament.

She didn't want to go, she was really just uninterested, but so far, he hadn't seen Song Huai be interested in anything.

Oh, except for eating noodles.

When Song Huai walked out of the door of the museum, a cold wind poured into her clothes, causing her to wrap her big cotton clothes tightly.

Less than ten minutes after driving home from the museum, it was still quiet in the corridor of the corridor, only the sound of her walking alone.

This community is newly built, the layout is good, the location is quiet, and the price is high, but the so-called quiet location is not in the urban area, and few people will spend a lot of money to buy this slightly remote house, even if they do, they will not move in directly like Song Huaiyuan, so many houses in the community are empty now.

Song Huai is also happy to be quiet.

As soon as she thought of this, she saw that there was an extra wooden box at her door, and a note with her name on it was pasted, and there was no payment.

She thought about it, she shouldn't have made an appointment with someone else to identify, so what is this?

Song Huai was willing to pick it up and weigh it, a little weighty.

She frowned and thought to herself: What's the matter with this box? Why don't you have a fingerprint on it?

She doesn't know why, her eyes are like a modified precision instrument, existing or in this world, it will leave traces, as long as there are traces, she can see.

This is a special ability that came with that unexpected news ten years ago.

But this time, Song Huai couldn't see any useful traces from the shell of this box, and it was obviously carefully wiped.

The delicate mahogany box was carved with two snakes circling upward, spitting snake hyacinths lifelike, just making Song Huaiyuan a little uncomfortable to look at.

The note on the box was printed out on a printer, and there were no fingerprints or traces that would allow her to distinguish them.

What the hell is this for? So weird? Even if it was an appraisal that I had forgotten, it was impossible for someone to put it at the door so grandly and clean it up so cleanly?

As if for fear of being found out who gave it to you?

While she was thinking, she entered the door and threw the things in her hand on the entrance, there was a lock on the outside of the box, there was no padlock, and with a slight pull up, the box jumped open a gap.

A strong smell of blood came to your face!

To be more accurate, maybe it can't be called bloody, but fishy!

"Gross!"

The moment the box was opened, Song Huaiyuan was stunned for a moment, then rushed into the bathroom and vomited all the braised beef noodles he had for dinner!

The box contains not some identification artifacts, but intestines!

Human intestines!

The intestines were neatly coiled in a box, and the blood in them had dried up and coagulated slightly, which played a good fixing role, and from the coagulation state, it had been at least two hours.

The length of the intestine is 5.89 meters, and judging from the fracture, it was torn off by a whole person! Judging by the length of the large intestine, its owner should not be taller than 1.64 cm.

Of course, Song Huai is not perverted enough to measure these things, and she doesn't want to know at all, but as long as she takes a look, accurate data will automatically be provided in her brain.

Another point is that the owner of this intestine is now afraid that it will be more than lucky.

When she saw that the intestines were torn off, they had lost their vitality, which proved that someone had pulled them out after death and sent them to herself.

But why? Song Huai is willing to never fight with the world, what is the purpose of sending this to her?

The smell of blood and secretions from the intestines mixed together to give off a disgusting smell that permeated the room.

Do you want to call the police?

Song Huai looked at the postcard in her hand, which she tore from the lid of the wooden box, and it read—No. 174 Yuansheng Road.

Signed: Best.

Best is the name of a cat demon in Greek mythology.

And No. 174 Yuansheng Road, where she grew up as a child, 10 years ago, after the accident, she left that place, and it was from that time that her eyes slowly began to mutate, and later became an accurate measuring instrument for everything.

She stood up with the toilet bowl and forced the lid of the wooden box to cover the wooden box with the churning acid water in her stomach, wrapping it in several layers of clothing.

- Go over and take a look first, and then call the police.

174 Yuansheng Road.

Song Huai was willing to look at the building in front of her from the car window that had been abandoned for a long time, she had heard that the place where she used to live had been demolished, and it seemed that the development after the demolition was not very good.

The windows of the building in front of me were not glassed, and beams of moonlight came out of the windows, and there were occasional terrible bird calls to meet the occasion, but there was no other movement.

She fumbled in her pockets, she had wolf spray and a stun baton with her, she had practiced judo before, and these things were always prepared.

Because she didn't know what the situation was here, and she didn't know what the purpose of the person who gave her the "gift of the cat demon" was, Song Huai was willing to smear the whole process without turning on the flashlight.

When she reached the fourth floor, she faintly smelled a smell of lime, and among the blood components sent to her, she also saw calcium oxide, which was the main ingredient of lime.

Estimating that when she was here, Song Huaiyuan took out a flashlight from her pocket, adjusted the dim light, and carefully observed the surrounding environment, coupled with the moonlight lighting, she could barely see clearly.

The fourth floor is still an open space, except for a few huge pillars, there are some scattered tables, chairs and benches, and some old garbage, which should have been rested here by workers before.

She walked forward and found that the pillars and those tables, chairs and benches had particularly strange scratches, the basic depth of the scratches was between 2.13 cm and 2.17 cm, and the length was somewhat uneven, mostly 7 cm to 14 cm.

Moreover, all the scratches are four side by side, with a fixed separation distance of 3.145 cm in between.

It's kind of like an animal scratch, but an animal scratch can't be that deep.