Tiger Eye Detective-Cabin Fever

Untitled Part 1-Listen, Death is singing

Liu Jinhai slowly woke up from the coma, the back of the head was very painful, from time to time violent paroxysms of pain to make the whole brain is dizzy. There was also a burning pain at the throat, and it was pitch black in front of his eyes, and he could feel a palm-width band of cloth tightly blindfolding his eyes, with a very familiar faint scent of soap.

"It's a hand towel." Liu Jinhai thought drowsily.

"Don't move!" A hoarse, with a strange kind of rhythm voice rang out beside him.

Eerie, lifeless, and cold as a nightmare.

Liu Jinhai was completely awakened by this gentle but unusually cold voice, and subconsciously struggled to move his body, only to feel that his hands and feet had been tightly tied, and that his body was sitting upright, and that he should have been tied to the large armchair in the living room.

"What do you want?" Liu Jinhai quickly regained his usual cool head. This person did not kill Self while he was unconscious, he should have little interest in Self's life. That is to say, if he is not here to kill him, then it should be for money.

Liu Jinhai took a deep breath, fixed his mind, slightly tilted his head, but suddenly felt a piece of small things attached to his neck, it should be very sharp, because the sensitive skin between the neck can already perceive that kind of fatal sharpness, the tone of his voice immediately more than a bit of panic: "Don't hurt me,, in the closet of the inner bedroom there are eighteen thousand dollars in cash, if, if not enough, I, I can still put the money, I can also put it in a few minutes. not enough, I, I can also tell you the password of my credit card, the password is 366488, there is still thirteen thousand six hundred dollars in the card, this watch and the ring on my hand are also still worth a little bit of money, you can take all of them, just please don't hurt me."

"Are you done?" Could feel the man right beside him, very close, as if he was looking down at him, his voice was still the same cold and hoarse: "I said, don't, mess, move! For someone who loves himself like you, you should understand what I mean."

Liu Jinhai nodded his head gently with extreme caution, clearly indicating Self's attitude.

The man patted his head, "From the time you woke up until now, you have said more than a dozen words, right, but not a single word to ask about your son's situation, you are really a good father!" The cold voice brought out a trace of still icy mockery.

Liu Jinhai was shocked, "What did you do to my son? You, you killed him? Ah,,"

"Shut up!" Hearing the two words without any anger, Liu Jinhai once again shut his mouth tightly and decisively.

"Your son is alive, he's in the kitchen." Again, a few cold words.

The sound of brushing and pulling, the man seemed to have stepped aside, and after a while, a high-pitched, melodious music came out, and the man walked back to Liu Jinhai, "You actually listen to Strauss? Let me surprise, it is your son, right! waltz (author's note: waltz) - the dance of desperate waiting, really apt. I've got your money and your card. In the meantime there will be a test waiting for you. It's up to you to choose whether you and your son live or die!"

Liu Jinhai still wanted to say something, but the corner of his mouth hurt, there were two rope ends were stuffed into his mouth, the man's cold and still whispering voice came from his ears, "Using the rope ends you can get something on your eyes and see what needs to be chosen. There is an iron ring around your neck with a razor blade wrapped around it pressing against an artery, if you struggle hard enough, your artery will be cut open and a large amount of bright red hot blood will spurt out under the pressure inside you, possibly all the way to the ceiling like a wild cluster of blood-colored fireworks. Or, 'gurgling' out in time with the rhythm of your heartbeat, like a steaming hot spring. Oh, and within three to five minutes, you'll be dead from massive blood loss, the skin on your face taking on a ghastly whiteness that's unforgettable at first sight, a slightly greenish color."

The carelessness of treating human life as if it were a piece of grass as well as the thick blood devouring meaning in his hoarse voice caused the sweaty hairs on Liu Jinhai's whole body to creep up at the same time, his heart beating wildly, and his legs had begun to tremble uncontrollably.

"I leave, the game begins!"

There was a pause for a moment, seemingly observing Liu Jinhai's movements, then the brushing sound resounded again, this time slowly towards the door, and the music gradually turned into a high-pitched, agitated repertoire.

"Listen, Death is singing!"

"Bang," the door of the room closed slowly, but with an unusually heavy echo.

At the same time, Ma Zhipeng's exposed nose caught a hint of the faint odor of coal.

The last rays of the yellowish sunlight reflected the dark grey buildings in a kind of brilliant but gloomy color, like a jaundiced patient who has lost his blood color and is struggling to survive, trying to squeeze out a splash of blood color in the moment of returning to the light. Roadside poplars also in the cold autumn wind shook off the last few dark yellow leaves, revealing the thin, jagged branches and trunks shivering in the wind. There are not many cars on the road or people on the side of the road, all traveling at a leisurely pace.

Leisurely, seems to be the fixed and consistent attitude of existence in this small northern town.

By the side of the road, a small school is about to be dismissed, and the entrance is crowded with parents looking forward to the event, and all kinds of activity stalls are set up all over the sidewalk, waiting for the last sales peak of the day. Cars of all kinds, ranging from high-class Audis and Toyotas to the small-town specialty of "backward donkeys" (note: a kind of human-powered tricycle with a carriage in the front) were parked on the side of the road, taking up almost the entire traveled surface, and many cars were blocked, with loud horns honking one after the other. Many smart cabs have swerved at intersections, lest they get stuck in traffic and can't get out.

An unhurried blue and white 110 patrol car, by virtue of its small size and the courtesy of other vehicles, drove to the diagonal opposite of the elementary school, stopping in front of a dark gray residential building with a slight obstruction but relatively smooth.

Two police officers in straight uniforms stepped down from the car, looked up at the old building whose facade had been peeled off in many places, and walked towards the door of the unit, which was so dilapidated that it had already lost its function, one after the other.

Dusty, dimly-lit stairs, a patrolman walking while manipulating the duck voice said: "Forge factory residential building 32 building 4 unit 402 room has abnormal ringing? What the fuck can be abnormally loud here!"

Another patrolman: "Why do you care so much?

Another patrolman: "What do you care?

The duck-voiced patrolman raised his hand and was about to knock on the door, but was pulled back by a colleague next to him: "People have doorbells, old-fashioned, have you never seen a doorbell ah!" Said, reached out and pressed to the white doorbell button mounted on the side of the door.

"Boom!" With a deafening roar, the steel security door was lifted open in an instant, and under the huge burst of airflow, the two patrolmen were struck by the bursting security door, and bounced far away without even having time to cry out in misery, crashing into the opposite wall, and then falling heavily onto the staircase and rolling downwards.

On the street, along with a loud bang, countless glass debris erupted all over the sky, a greenish-red flame rose from the three windows on the fourth floor, and the airflow shattered dozens of windows of the buildings on the opposite side of the street. On the street and the campus entrance clusters of people not scattered by the sky shooting but sharp abnormal glass debris cuts, covering the wounds of the blood flow wailing to hide; glass and masonry debris strewn down like rain, will be smashed out of the roof of the street countless different sizes of craters, more than a dozen cars almost at the same time issued a piercing alarm, the whole street was suddenly chaotic into a pot of egg porridge.