Freddy's old house.

The door of the yard is covered with dusty locks, and through the fence, you can see that many of the domestic flowers and plants in the backyard have withered due to the lack of care for a long time, which adds to the lifeless atmosphere of the house.

Roy picks the door lock, and Barbara follows him into the compound.

This villa, which doesn't look like a low grade, has obviously not been stepped into for a long time, and from the outside of the courtyard there is an eerie atmosphere, like the "haunted house" that often appears in legends.

Continuing to pry open the door, the two entered the house. The floors were covered with dust, the walls were covered with cobwebs, and the cold wind blew from nowhere, brushing through the skin, making the hairs stand on end.

Barbara swallowed. She doesn't believe in ghosts, and she has never been afraid of ghosts, but this kind of situation always reminds her of the countless horror movies she watched when she was a child, and she subconsciously imagines where the ghosts will come out of nowhere.

"This place is really ...... Eccentric. She muttered.

Roy didn't speak, and after checking the bedroom, he went back to the living room. In the living room, there is a TV, sofa, and air conditioner that are commonly used in the family, so you can't see anything wrong.

However, something was wrong, and he could feel it.

Roy walked around the living room for a moment, eventually stopping in front of a wall.

The walls are a bit old and seem to have been repainted. There are several paintings hanging on the walls, photos of the scenery from the time of travel, and pictures of a family gathering in the courtyard on a sunny afternoon.

"Wow, it didn't look so lifeless before." Barbara said, "It feels like a ghost has moved in." ”

Indeed, compared to the house in the warm sun in the photo, the gloomy house they are in now is not reminiscent of the same place.

Roy frowned and stared for a moment, "Maybe you're right." ”

"What?" Barbara was confused.

"Doesn't this wall feel very discordant compared to the rest of the house?" Roy pointed to the wall in front of him.

Listening to his words, Barbara deliberately checked it and nodded: "Well, if that's it...... It doesn't seem to be the same. ”

"Of course it's different. The material of the decoration - or redecoration - of this wall is much more advanced than any other wall in this house. Think about it, why would the owner of the house build this wall better? Is there anything special about it? Or is this wall built by someone else? ”

Roy finished in one breath. Barbara's expression became more and more solemn: "No, that can't be. ”

"Whether it's true or not, it should be able to be proven."

Roy said, and suddenly began to move the cabinets and sofas against the wall, and took off the picture frames one by one.

"What are you doing?"

After Roy moved the couch out of the way. Pointing to a bulge on the wall behind the couch, he said, "Look for this—evidence." ”

The center of the wall is slightly arched, like a bulging bag on a person's body.

"Let's say you stuff a fresh corpse into the wall, and as the corpse decomposes, the plastic sheeting that wraps the corpse to prevent the smell from escaping will expand and extrapolate, which will inevitably lead to such signs." "Don't think it's crazy, history is always strikingly similar, and there aren't many new ideas that feel fresh," Roy said. There have been documented murderers doing this more than 100 years ago. And it's easy to prove that I'm not right. ”

Roy pointed to the wall, "Let's get it out of the way." ”

Barbara was at first amazed by this "whimsical" idea. But when she remembered that the man had never seemed to miss her since he had met her, she had to believe in her heart that the suspicion was most likely true.

When the walls are chiseled apart little by little, and the masonry and dust that cover everything are peeled away step by step, what is hidden at the bottom is also exposed—the truth.

Barbara thought she was mentally prepared, but she was still wrong. The truth hidden beneath the walls was beyond her imagination.

What they found in this wall were two bodies, enclosed in the same sealed bag.

The essence of being a detective is to trace the truth. But the truth is often not what scouts want to see. No matter how good a detective. All that can be done is to find out what already exists, and no matter how heavy that fact is, it can only be accepted.

Both bodies were transported back to the stronghold. Of course, after so much time, it is no longer possible to directly identify with the naked eye. Barbara extracted DNA from each of the two bodies. Two matches were found in the police database after the match was verified - Dr. Sebastian Freddy and his mother.

The truth is so cruel.

"So the person who operated on me wasn't Dr. Sebastian Freddy." Barbara took a deep breath and clutched her red hair in both hands, "It's some knockoff who murdered the original mother and son." God, I'd rather never get up and could it be worse? ”

"Calm down, Xiaoba." Roy patted her on the back.

"Even if you say so. You also know it's hard to calm down in this situation, right? I'm getting more and more confused now. "Whoever this 'Bishop' is, based on the information we've found, he probably killed the real Dr. Freddy last year and replaced him himself, right?" But the question is, why? Why does he need Sebastian Freddy? Who was he originally? Why do I feel like after investigating for so long, it seems like there are more and more questions? ”

Roy glanced at the two corpses lying on the test bench and said lightly, "No, there is only one last question left that needs to be clarified." ”

Why did he heal Barbara?

Sebastian's office.

As Sebastian walked briskly down the hallway to his office, one of his assistants kept talking about tomorrow's trip.

"There are two more patients scheduled for surgery tomorrow, doctor." "Also," said the assistant, "Mr. Wayne invites you to his manor at eight o'clock in the evening for a great party. ”

"Mr. Wayne? It was so polite to tell him I would be on time for the appointment. ”

Sebastian replied with a smile, inserting the key into the lock of the office door.

As soon as the key turned, the door opened. Sebastian's face changed—he remembered that he had locked it when he went out.

Slowly pushing open the door, I saw Roy sitting upright in his office chair, and said to him coldly, "Tomorrow's schedule has to be canceled, doctor." ”

The assistant asked sharply, "Who are you?" How did you get in here? ”

Sebastian waved his hand: "You go out, I have something to talk about with this guest." (To be continued.) )