"What are you inking there? Come here. There was a low voice in the darkness, and, very closely.

followed the sound, and when his eyes finally caught a glimmer of light in the darkness, his heart was relieved. It turned out that he was a meter away from me, and he didn't notice it because the light was under and blocked by something. When I got closer, I realized that he was squatting in front of a table, and the flashlight shone on my face, and I heard him say, "You can be a female ghost with a white face." ”

I didn't say anything, and I said that I really thought I was alive and dead.

As Gao Cheng looked, he noticed that his gaze was fixed on the leg of the table. It's an ordinary table leg, because it is a dark color, and I can't distinguish the original color in the dimness, and suddenly my brain sinks, as if I saw a hand reaching out to the table leg, and then ......

"What are you doing?" A soft cry woke me up, and I was shocked to see my left hand stretched out in the air. Gao Chengjing looked at me for a few seconds and then warned, "Don't touch anything at will. He buried his head again, took a flashlight and continued to search.

I retracted my hand wryly, and couldn't help but ask, "What are you looking for?" He ignored me, and suddenly heard a soft "huh" overflow from his mouth, and without raising his head, he ordered: "You stand back a little." ”

I moved back a little distance, only to see him take a pair of black gloves out of his pocket, put them on slowly, and then half-lifted to lift the legs. To my amazement, he seemed to be so thin that he was so strong in his arms, and he lifted one leg of the rectangular table of sunken wood with one hand.

His behavior is even more puzzling, lifting the leg with one hand and the bottom of the leg with the other. After a few seconds, he reached into his pocket and felt something, pressed it to the bottom of the table, retracted it, and lowered the leg.

From my vantage point, I saw the corners of his mouth curl upwards after a moment, and I couldn't help but lean my head over to look at it.

"What's that?" I asked in amazement.

In the palm of his hand there is a soft film that resembles ink, and it is very clear what is engraved on it. No matter how stupid I am, I thought about what he was doing, and it was evident that the engraving had been taken from under the foot of the table.

Gao Cheng observed for a while, and suddenly asked, "What do you think this looks like?" ”

I squinted and looked closely, and although the carving was crooked, the basic shape was still recognizable, and I hesitated to answer: "The two ends look a bit like the L and K in English capitals, and the middle one looks like a symbol and an M." "I don't know if the person who carved it intentionally did it or because it was worn out, but the middle one is very vague, much like a patch of altered work in an elementary school workbook.

“l，m，k。” Gao Cheng thought lightly.

I can't help but wonder: what do the three letters represent? What is the factory code of the table? Unlikely, if it was, it would be too sloppy, and I'd never heard of a code carved under the foot of a table.

A question came to mind, the table legs were knocked on the ground, how did Gao Cheng know that there was an inscription underneath?

As soon as the thought flashed, he seemed to hear the question in my heart, "How do I know that there is a cat under the foot of the table?" I nodded stiffly and admitted that it didn't taste good to be overwhelmed by a word.

"The whole room, except for the traces that were cleaned up by the suspect, and all the evidence that can be collected by the police has also been collected, but," Gao Cheng paused, I couldn't help but raise my eyes to look at him, in the dim, the flashlight reflected on his face, and the starry eyes were shining. "Everyone has ignored this place!" Looking in the direction of his finger, he saw that the floor tiles were clean and clean, and there was nothing. I moved closer, but I still couldn't see why, and his annoyed voice came from above me: "Just your intelligence, alas. ”

What's wrong with my IQ? As soon as his anger arose, he said again: "It's not for you to look at the floor tiles, but to look at the brick joints." ”<