What is this? I looked at the blood stains on the plastic foam and panicked.

But the thing has already been delivered, so I have to open it anyway and take a look. I sat in the car, opened the bloodstained foam, and suddenly a disc was revealed.

Another CD?

My surprise was beyond words, and it was too much of a coincidence to say these things. Lu Fangding just sent me a CD, and the mentally ill person sent me another one.

But now I can't browse the contents of the CD, so I told Yuan Sihai to take someone back.

On the way back, I kept reminiscing about the mentally ill man's every move he had when he appeared. His eyes were still glazed and unfocused, but what he did was very organized, he knew to call me, and he knew to run to my door and hand over my things.

Did he do what he did today, or was someone behind him?

After thinking about it for a long time, I couldn't figure it out, but I had a hunch that this would definitely not be the last time I met him.

When I got back to the factory, I immediately ran back to my cabin and put the CD on my computer.

The disc still doesn't have any subtitles, and the picture appears directly. In the picture, it is a very dark room. The room is not only dark, but also rough and rudimentary, and you can even see three earthen walls.

On the walls, on the ground, there were mottled bloodstains everywhere. The blood stains were divided into several layers, some very dark, some slightly lighter in color. This means that the blood stains were splattered at different times before and after.

On top of the hut hung a lamp, and in the corner there was a very strong wooden table, on which lay a pile of things, which I did not see clearly at first, but when I looked closely, I saw that it looked like a sturdy pig tied up.

What the hell is this place?

Just as I was trying to make out the background of this image, my head suddenly buzzed, and my eyes straightened.

I vaguely felt that this dark hut seemed to look familiar. It seems to be...... It seems to be a vegetable cellar in our hometown in the countryside.

When I was very young, every household in the village had a vegetable cellar, mainly to store some vegetables in autumn and winter. Later, when the living conditions improved, some people in the neighboring villages began to use greenhouses to grow vegetables, and things like refrigerators gradually began to become popular, and vegetable cellars gradually faded out of people's lives and were discarded.

However, those vegetable cellars will not be filled, some households are idle, and some households put some sundries.

My family's vegetable cellar is in the yard, I dug it myself, and when I used to go back to my hometown, I would sometimes go down secretly to play. It's been a long time, but I still have an impression in my head.

A vegetable cellar in the countryside? Why is the content shown on this disc related to my hometown in the countryside?

While I was pondering, someone appeared in the picture. As soon as I saw this person's back, I immediately recognized that this was my father!

The moment I saw my father, I immediately made a judgment that this scene was recorded before, and the time of recording must have been at least several years ago.

My father walked over to the table in the corner of the cellar, and it was only then that I realized that he had a knife in his hand.

Before he could reach the table, his whole body began to tremble, as if he were sifting chaff. He didn't seem to be able to stand on his feet, and staggered to the edge of the wall, reaching out to hold on to it.

At this time, my father turned around with difficulty, and I suddenly saw that his face was covered with clouds of pain, his brow was furrowed, his teeth were clenched, and drops of sweat the size of soybeans were constantly dripping down his forehead.

Seeing the scene in the picture, I immediately thought of the disc sent by Lu Fangding. Although the two paragraphs are different people and different backgrounds, they seem to be in the same state.

They were all tormented by an unspeakable pain, and I felt that my father was under more pressure than Lu Fangding.

There's no real empathy in this world, I just think my father might be in pain, but I can't experience that pain. He couldn't take it anymore, his whole face seemed to be distorted by the pain, and even his eyes seemed to turn red.

He slammed his head against the wall, as if crazy, and waved the knife in his hand. The table was next to it, and the big fat pig on the table, which was tied up, seemed to be shocked by this terrible atmosphere, and was writhing and struggling desperately.

I felt as if my father had lost his mind, took the knife in his hand, and slashed at the pig with no fatality. His strength was very strong, and as soon as he slashed down, a string of blood splashed out.

He kept slashing with his knife, as if only in this way could he release part of the pain that he couldn't vent. Under such a frantic slashing, the pig struggled for a moment, and then gradually stopped moving.

For at least ten minutes, my father kept slashing around with a knife until all the strength in his body was exhausted.

When the ......

The father's strength was exhausted, and the whole person seemed to collapse, and he couldn't even hold the knife in his hand. When the knife hit the ground, he retreated into the corner and sat down.

He gasped for air, his chest was heaving violently, and there were blood stains all over his face and body. The blood stained his face blurred his face, and I suddenly felt an indescribable strangeness.

I have always felt that my father's personality is kind and gentle, and he will never blush with anyone and quarrel with anyone. Especially when I found the diary from the closed cave in the back mountain, I felt that his love for me was silent but broad. But the picture in front of me faintly subverted my cognition.

He also has such a brutal and bloody side? And, judging by the mottled blood stains on the walls, it wasn't the first time he had done it.

Everyone has a different way of fighting pain, Lu Fangding uses poison to relieve pain, while his father uses this more cruel way to vent. For a while, I couldn't tell whether this video was real or not.

The time of shooting is not shown in the screen, and I can't trace it even if I want to. In the past, when my father went to buy goods or do other things, I was alone in the store, and I couldn't know when he would return to his hometown.

This scene did not last long, and the picture ended before the father left the cellar. I sat there for a while, with mixed feelings, and I couldn't describe what kind of mood I was feeling now.

I thought I had to make sure that the background of the picture was not the vegetable cellar of my hometown.

I looked up at my watch, and it was already past ten o'clock in the evening, but I couldn't wait a second. Grabbed his coat and walked out, Yuan Sihai heard the door ringing, ran over from the side, probably saw that I was going out, and quickly asked.

"Where is this going? Do I need to bring a few more people with me? ”

"There's no need."

"Let's put safety first." Yuan Sihai was a little uneasy, and followed behind and said, "It's always right to be careful." ”

"I'm not a three-year-old."

"That's not what I mean, now there is no news from the top master, if you ...... here Something more...... This stall really can't be cleaned up. ”

I knew Yuan Sihai's worries, and after thinking about it, it wouldn't be a big deal to let him follow. So I told Yuan Sihai that there was no need to bring someone, he would just follow me by himself.

I drove the original four seas and went directly to my hometown. There were few cars at night, so I drove the car very fast, and Yuan Sihai sat in the co-pilot's seat, a little frightened.

While driving, I was still pondering that the complexity of this matter was becoming more and more complex than I had imagined. The more clues I gathered, the more unforeseen things would happen, and if it continued like this, I would definitely be overwhelmed.

It didn't take long to get to my hometown. I parked my car outside the village and walked to the door of the house.

My father is gone, and I rarely come back, the door is locked, and through the cracks in the door, I can see that the yard is full of dust and fallen leaves, and some of the flowers and plants that my father used to plant are all dead and depressed. I don't know why, maybe it's because of the touch, I suddenly feel a little sour in my nose.

"Lao Yuan, you wait here."

I didn't want Yuan Sihai to see the scene in the vegetable cellar, so I left him to wait outside, opened the door and walked in.

The vegetable cellar is in the corner of the courtyard, and you can climb down the ladder by lifting the large wooden board on top of the vegetable cellar.

Our family's vegetable cellar was dug by my father with great effort at that time, and it was neater and larger than other people's vegetable cellars. I climbed to the bottom of the cellar, but the light inside was no longer working, and I had no lighting on me, so I had to turn on the lighter.

There is no storage of vegetables in the vegetable cellar, and the air quality is barely reasonable, so that people will not get dizzy inside. The light of the lighter could only illuminate a small area in front of me, and I took a picture of the surrounding wall, and the blood stains I saw in the picture were probably shoveled away, and now there was no trace of them.

The lighter burns hot, and it can only be extinguished for a while, and then it is lit again.

The surrounding walls, as well as the blood stains on the floor, were gone, but the heavy table in the corner remained in place. It was a heavy log table, and the top had been scraped off, revealing the stubble of the white wood. I walked over to the table and couldn't see the mottled blood on it, but the small ball of fire from the lighter reflected on the table, and I saw a small locket on the table.

It was a crude locket, but the surface of the box had a circle of copper coin-like lines. This means that this is a box made of periwinkle wood.

The box made of periwinkle wood, known as the longevity box, is not only a precious material, but also the workmanship and carving of the box itself are exquisite, and it has ornamental and collection value. However, the small box on the table, crudely made, has no beauty at all, and if you think about it a little, you can see that the only use of this box is to preserve something.

I picked up the box and looked at it slowly. There is no bracket inside this box, and it is not locked, so it can be opened directly.

The moment the box was opened, I immediately saw an ear.