Wang Yao's face turned pale when he said these words, and it was obvious that what he had just said should be consistent with the facts. Otherwise, why would a person with excellent psychological quality like him be so frightened? But looking at Zhou Ji who was driving on the side, although his expression was serious, he didn't show too many emotional ups and downs, as if he didn't care that he might be driving on a huge balloon that would explode at any time.

Seeing Zhou Ji's casual reaction, Wang Yao's anger that had already subsided collided again. He is a very calm and calm person, and he usually does not like to cater to the curiosity of others, let alone people who do not care about his own narrative.

But this time is different, Zhou Ji suddenly became so unreasonable, it's really annoying. This made Wang Yao feel that his chattering narrative was simply self-inflicted. He couldn't help but start to be suspicious and angry again: "Hey, because you want to hear it, I have been talking for so long, and now you have no problem at all?" ”

"Nope. I'm waiting for you to finish. "Zhou Ji's words are like gold. In order to show his respect, he deliberately looked at Wang Yao for a second while driving the car, and continued, "I think you are such a cautious person, you will definitely tell me all the important things." Isn't it rude to interrupt you at this time? Of course, if you feel that I disrespect you, I apologize, and then I will ask you questions. ”

Wang Yao was speechless, but what he said seemed to be a person with a small belly. He thought to himself, Zhou Ji is indeed different. It seems that since he deliberately ignored Zhou Mo, many places are different. But what can be seen from these subtle actions?

At this time, Wang Yao only felt that he was being tricked, but the other party was extremely serious, and being angry would only make him more troubled. Thinking of this, he immediately felt extremely disgusted and tired of the reminiscence, so he waved his hand and said perfunctorily: "Forget it." It's me who thinks too much. It's empty talk to you here, anyway, I still have instruments in the trunk, and we'll discuss it after you see it yourself. ”

After saying this, there was silence in the carriage. Fortunately, it didn't take three or five minutes for the two of them to stop in front of the destination Haiqi High School, otherwise God knows how they would have relieved the stiff and awkward atmosphere. It happened to be a Sunday, and most of the people in the city couldn't wait to go home, and the dormitory students were rarely on campus. The reason is naturally very simple, everyone was frightened by the supernatural events one by one, and naturally they could stay outside for a while and not come back. This is of course a good thing for Zhou and Wang, and they certainly hope that the fewer onlookers there will be when investigating the case, the better. And because Wang Yao often came and went here, the school's security guards had already recognized him as the policeman handling the case, so Zhou Ji drove into the campus effortlessly and drove directly to the vicinity of the sinkhole, and parked the car.

Wang Yao got down from the passenger seat, went around to the back, opened the trunk, and quickly took out a medium-sized suitcase from it. Immediately, he took Zhou Ji around the dormitory building and came to a dark and secluded path, stopped after a few steps, and pointed to a small hole in the ground that looked like a child of a few years old was playing with the soil and said, "This is it." ”

Zhou Jiyan walked closer and leaned down to look, but it didn't take a few seconds for him to squat down, and then he frowned and lay on the ground and stared hard, and grabbed a willow branch nearby that was not too long and poked it in and stirred it. After a while, he shook his head and stood up and said, "It's really deep." I couldn't see anything, but I didn't feel the suction or whirlwind you mentioned. ”

Wang Yao glanced at Zhou Ji with an expression of "you finally have doubts", and threw out a sentence: "Take a good look at the wicker on your hand." Before the words fell, he immediately closed his mouth, as if in revenge, and did not want to say a word, and was too lazy to explain.

Zhou Ji immediately subconsciously raised his hand and carefully looked at the wicker in his hand. I saw a few broken leaves hanging from the wicker, and a small part of the bark on the willow body was peeling, obviously formed by man-made damage and not by the "grip" or wind damage mentioned earlier when I went deep into the cave.

Zhou Ji couldn't see any clues, shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly: "I can't see anything." What's wrong? ”

At this time, Wang Yao had already opened the suitcase he had carried, which naturally contained detection instruments. He was squatting on the ground and fiddling, and when he heard Zhou Ji's words, he just snorted coldly and sarcastically: "Use your eyes well, it wasn't all the wicker in your hand that you put in the hole just now." It's okay if your brain is broken, but it's not curable if you're blind. ”

Zhou Ji was stunned for a moment, Wang Yao's ugly words did not anger him, but it seemed to be a slap on the head, which made him suddenly remember some important details. Zhou Ji hurriedly brought the wicker to his eyes, first looked at the front part of the leaf hanging in front of the cave that was deep into the cave, and then looked at the small part in his hand. Suddenly, his jaw opened involuntarily, and his body suddenly froze in place.

What did Zhou Ji see that shocked him so much?

There's nothing scary about it. It's just that he listened to Wang Yao's prompt and found that although the first section of the wicker with leaves in his hand was broken, it was very clean. Not a single speck of dust that is clean to the naked eye.

But what's wrong with wicker being clean?

Of course, there is no problem. Wherever this matter is placed, there should be no problem. But this is the exception.

Because the back half of the wicker that Zhou Ji held in his hand was very dirty. There was a lot of mud sticking on it, and there was also the slimy juice secreted by the fresh wicker, which stuck to Zhou Ji's hand. Although dirty is a little dirty, there doesn't seem to be anything shocking about it.

However, Zhou Ji suddenly remembered a series of things that happened not so long, about a few months ago. It is an extremely subtle and insignificant detail in the unsolved case of the death of Wang Desheng, the winner of the Rich Lottery, which is almost buried in his mind: the giant villa where the local tyrant died is unusually clean, not even a little dust.

As soon as Zhou Jiyi remembered this, his eyes locked on the wicker in his hand that was obviously polarized, and he couldn't move it anymore. For though he did not look closely at the wicker when he put it in front of the hole, the small filth at the end of the wicker clearly said that it should have been all dirty, so why was the front end clean as if it had been carefully treated, and although the branches were wet, there was not even a trace of mucus or dust?

Zhou Ji stood in place like a clay sculpture. In fact, an idea appeared in his mind in an instant, but he really didn't dare, and he didn't want to admit it.

This hole, there may not be any whirlwind underneath at all, but it is loaded with the terrible secrets of the Black Book Company!!