I kicked the explosives with my foot: "You'd better think about it again, do you know what this is?"

"It's murder!"

"In addition, you can't judge anything based on just one explosive, although your uncle is quite suspicious now, but after all, there is no substantial evidence."

Xu Mo said on the side: "Do you still need evidence? Fools can see it! Master!"

"You can only do things by evidence, not by feelings."

I dragged Xu Mo aside and said in a low voice, "This kid is angry now, holding back his strength to settle accounts with his uncle, in case the judgment is wrong, we will definitely have something to do."

"Listen to me, don't make up your mind."

Turning my head, I looked at Wang Zhen again: "If your uncle did this, it can only mean one thing, your uncle must have a shocking secret."

"A secret I'm afraid you'll know, to be exact."

At this time, Wang Zhen seemed a little hesitant: "Although my uncle is quite a bastard, he won't kill me, right?"

"Don't they all say that blood is thicker than water, this ......?"

I looked back at Xu Mo, and he immediately covered his mouth.

I've seen too many of these things, and I've guessed the approximate outcome.

When people are angry, they will say a lot of irrational things, but once they really touch the red line of family affection, everyone will be cautious.

I didn't give him a response, but gave him time to think about it.

After a while, Wang Zhen spoke again, "I don't want to make such a hasty conclusion. You see if this will work, come with me to find out on him."

"What if I'm not a good person?"

Wang Zhen shook his head slowly and said, "At least you're not a bad person."

Well, since he believes in me, it's easy to say anything.

I turned back into the house, picked up the scissors on the floor, and carefully cut the doll's mouth.

Indeed, as Xu Mo said, the touch of this doll is really wrong.

I used to think that the texture of this doll was very similar to meat skin, but now when I pick it up, it is obviously a little weird.

I leaned on the doll and listened for a while, and it always felt like something was about to erupt.

After listening to it repeatedly for a while, I didn't care about anything else, so I just worked hard to the end!

I used the scissors as a scalpel and cut straight into the doll's abdomen.

"Whoa."

An unknown liquid flowed down, and the fishy smell made people's stomachs turn upside down.

Xu Mo covered his nose and muttered, "How can this doll still have stuffing?"

I took a flashlight and looked forward, and this doll was filled with nothing else, but pieces of minced meat!

The color of this minced meat has turned black, and its appearance is somewhat similar to bacon.

Obviously, this minced meat has been around for a while.

What kind of pervert does this have to be to stuff this thing into the doll's belly?

At this moment, there was a familiar and unfamiliar sour taste.

It's formalin!

I've seen all kinds of demons and monsters over the years, and there are many people who use formalin to preserve corpses.

Apparently, there is a pervert who uses dolls as storage containers and relies on formalin to keep them fresh.

Wang Yuhai's face always flashed in my mind, but in fact there was no evidence.

Also, who is this corpse?

At one point, one word came to mind—townstuff.

There are a wide range of things in the town, which can eliminate disasters and ward off evil spirits, and can also kill people and be invisible.

And the subtlety of this thing lies in the fact that the same thing, placed in different positions, brings very different effects, or even diametrically opposite.

It is said that once upon a time, there was a mason who used to work for the owner, and when he hung the measuring stick, it was straight, and the wall he built was crooked.

At first, the owner suspected that the mason's level was not good, and he changed several batches of craftsmen in a row, and finally met someone who understood.

The man drew a circle on the ground and told them to dig down.

This digging went straight to the root of the matter – two shoes buried underneath.

Judging by the degree of wear, the owner of the shoe is clearly lame.

The proprietor wanted to throw the shoe away with disgust, but the craftsman wouldn't let him.

After inquiring about it, the owner did offend a cripple, but the owner didn't take it seriously, saying that one winter, there was a cripple who wanted to get some cinders.

But the proprietor is the most businessman, and the most feared is the taboo, and the homonym of sending coal is 'send not", which sounds really unlucky.

That's it, let his men blow the cripple away.