The best mysterious doctor

Chapter 1659 A Murder Case Caused by a Steamed Bun

Holding the key tightly in my hand, I crawled out from under the half-collapsed bed, first took two steps towards the door of the room, then stopped, pondered with great anxiety in my heart, and walked towards the toppled wall .

Rolling and climbing across the half-leg-high broken wall, I stepped into this secret room that I had observed for three years but had never entered for the first time.

The secret room is about the same size as my room, about ten square meters, and the furnishings inside are very simple. There is only a cabinet full of grids. There are some simple books in the grid. There are two long boxes on the cabinet. other.

On the ground, spots of bright red blood stretched all the way to the door of the secret room. The door of the secret room was open, and it was unknown where it led.

I was extremely apprehensive, a little trembling, and a little stumbling forward, for some reason my body tilted and hit the cabinet.

The cabinet was hit by me and shook twice, but luckily it didn't fall over.But the two boxes placed on the cabinet fell down, hit my head with a bang, made two crisp sounds, and then fell to the ground, making another slight metal impact sound.

I suddenly felt dizzy for a while, and I was almost knocked out again.

After finally standing still, I felt a hot current flowing down my cheeks, bleeding.

Because of the pain, I was angry. In anger, I looked down for the two culprits, only to find that the two boxes had been opened, and a dagger with a sheath appeared in front of me.

The dagger looked so simple, with a heavy aesthetic feeling, it immediately attracted my attention.

I don't know why, originally I was timid and fearful, but now when I saw this dagger, I felt a sense of dependence.

Subconsciously, I stretched out my hands trembling.

Slowly grasping the scabbard with the left hand, holding the hilt with the right hand, and pulling it hard, a bright sword light flashed, and the whole body of the sword was as bright as autumn water.

Putting the dagger back into its sheath, I glanced at another box.

The box was empty, presumably it contained the long sword that Lin Menghu used to practice swords on weekdays.

Thinking of Lin Menghu, I couldn't help but feel gloomy, and I don't know where she is, is she dead or alive?

And that strange old man called the ghost mother-in-law, where did he go, and where did Lin Menghu's body go?
I looked at the key in my hand, and I didn't know what the key was for. When Lin Menghu threw it to me, he was so solemn. I thought there must be some secret in the key.

No matter what secrets it contains, I am ready to return it to Limbang Lake, provided she is still alive of course.

She should still be alive, this is a kind of induction in my heart, it is very strange, but I just firmly believe that she is still alive.

That white hair makes me feel bad!
These eight words have become the beliefs that have prompted me to survive.

After thinking about it, I put the key in my pocket, then took the short sword, and stumbled out of the secret room door.

The door out of the secret room is a compartment with the size of three or five steps, and a small door.

The small door is tightly closed, but it can be easily opened. When I opened the small door, it suddenly dawned on me that it was actually a bedroom!
The door of the secret room is a mirror of this bedroom!
The bedroom is large, with a large bed, a table, and a circle of small stools lying around the table.

On the ground, there were also bloodstains that had dried up.

The door of the bedroom was wide open, and it was pitch black outside, and there was a breath of dead silence inside and outside the house.

I walked slowly to the door of the bedroom, lying on the door and looking out.

Outside is a large courtyard, except for the room I was in, all the rooms were pitch black, only a house in the southeast corner was flickering with weak candlelight.

Is there anyone else in this yard?

I thought about it for a while, then lifted my footsteps lightly, and walked quietly towards the direction of the room.

When I came to the door of that room, I could smell the smell of meat from a distance!
'grunt'

My stomach made an untimely rumble, as if calling for the smell of meat.

The life in the orphanage is really miserable. I can’t see a meal of meat in a month. In addition, I will feel hungry after practicing sword with Lim Menghu every night. The smell of meat at this time naturally arouses my appetite .

This is the kitchen?
Just let him fill his stomach first.

As an orphan growing up in an orphanage, there is nothing that excites me more than filling my stomach.

However, I didn't push the door open directly, but came under the window of this room, hid my body in the shadow and listened for a while. When I felt that there was no one in the room, I gently used my finger He opened the window and looked inside.

The first thing I saw was a big pot, exactly the same as the big pot where cabbage and potatoes were fried every day in the kitchen of our orphanage.

It's just that at this moment, on the pot, there is a big layer of cages, with white smoke curling up, and the aroma is tangy!
The smell of meat has completely aroused my hunger, to the point of starving to death the bold, to starve to death the timid, to fuck his uncle, even if he dies, he has eaten a meal of meat anyway.

I have to say that I have a bit of a bachelor temperament, so I pushed open the window, turned over, and got into the kitchen.

The kitchen was also quiet, no one was there, but there were bloodstains on the ground.

These bloodstains can no longer arouse my sense of fear, and the desire for meat makes me, a hungry person, forget everything.

I walked quickly to the cage drawer, opened the cage drawer, and what caught my eyes was a large pot of fragrant beef sauce. Around the pot was a circle of big white steamed buns, as many as four or five.

'grunt'

This time it wasn't my stomach that was growling, it was me swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

In my eyes, this pot of food is the most delicious delicacy in the world.

Regardless of whether it was hot or not, let alone whether his hands were dirty, he put the dagger between his legs, picked up a big steamed bun with one hand, and grabbed a piece of sauced beef with the other, and started to bite voraciously.

Maybe it was because I ate too fast. After I took two bites, I felt a piece of steamed bun sticking to my palate, and a large piece of unchewed beef was stuck in my throat, so I didn't choke to death.

After finally swallowing this mouthful of beef forcefully, I rolled my eyes, this is not going to work, I have to find some water to drink.

Glancing left and right, I saw a water tank at the door, and a water ladle was slowly spinning on the water tank.

Putting the steamed buns on the cutting board next to me, I quickly ran to the water tank, and poured a large ladle of water, which finally relieved the tightness in my throat. When I walked back with another ladle of water, I couldn't help but stunned.

Just now I obviously put the steamed buns on the cutting board, where did the steamed buns go?I obviously just took a bite, why is it gone?

The smell of meat came again, I squeezed my eyes and scratched my head, did I remember wrong?Did I put it somewhere and couldn't find it?

(End of this chapter)