Wang Ruhu had never been to Uncle Long's room. It was about twenty square meters square. There was a sofa for two people sitting in the middle. There was a black and white TV opposite. There was a black and white photo of a pair of men and women when they were young. Unfortunately, it was a bit blurry. It was thought that it was a photo of Uncle Long when he was young, and his wife should be next to it.

"Worry three times outside the door, respect the heaven and earth, respect the ghosts and gods."

The old man handed over the three incense sticks to Wang Ruhu and limped to the corner of the wall at the end of the bed. There was an altar and a huge shrine on it. In the niche door, there were partitions divided into layers and filled with spiritual positions. I think Li Ran's spirit card had already been prepared.

"I knew it early this morning." Uncle Long wiped the handwriting on the spirit card, then put it in the compartment below, clasped his hands and bowed three times.

"The spiritual positions here are from China and Chinese who are interested in the country. When they die, they cannot return to their roots, so they set up this shrine so that they can smell the incense and candles in their hometown."

The old man looked at the spirit cards inside, pointed at one of them and said with a smile:

"Ahu, look, this is a young man, from China, 22 years old, who is so fashionable and has a good job. He takes things back and handed them over to me to get them away... It's a pity that he was discovered in the end and was shot six times."

"The one on the left side of the second floor looks like a man, but she is actually a very beautiful lady. I don't remember her age. It's fifteen years, and this year is the sixteenth year. When I was arrested, I seemed to be in my early thirties. After that... there was no news about her."

The shrine was from top to bottom, with three on each floor, totaling five on a total of five. Li Ran's spiritual position was placed on the right side of the last floor, leaving two left empty. Looking at the names engraved on each spiritual position on it, listening to the old man's words, pointing to those tokens, he could remember the other party's experience. In the end, Wang Ruhu felt a little sad. He raised three incense sticks and bowed down on the incense burner.

In fact, it doesn’t take Uncle Long to say that he can understand that there are secret clashes between countries, and whose territory does not have many spies?

I just thought of so many young lives, one after another, and died, and no name was left behind, and no one even knew them, let alone remember them.

I felt a little sad for them.

Watching the green smoke float across the shrine for a long time, Wang Ruhu calmed down, looked at the limping figure, and asked subconsciously:

"Uncle Long, then your legs..."

hehe.

The old man chuckled and took the teapot, put it on the electric stove and heated it up, poured two cups, and pushed it aside, "Hey, this leg is lame, it has its origin. I thought that when I was a sword, I broke into the United States with a knife alone. That was a murderer who met a god, and I was killed by a god, and then I was shot in the leg..."

The sun shines on the window lattice, and the heat in the mouth of the cup surrounds.

In the voice of excited chatting about the past, Wang Ruhu sat aside and listened quietly, looking at the photo of the couple taking a group photo on the wall by the bed. Then he looked at the old man's excited gestures and asked in a low voice:

"Uncle Long, you just said that the woman in the spiritual position...is actually your wife?"

Long Xing was stopping to say something, his expression was stunned for a moment, as if there were memories of memories from his eyes, and in an instant, a smile appeared on his face again, he took a sip of tea and waved his fat hands.

"Is there anyone who is so lucky? I'm just a floppy waste. I can only hide in this room to carve spirit cards for them, with three incense sticks in the morning and evening. What are you thinking, fool!"

"Oh, it's getting late."

The old man looked at the watch and said that at this time he should open the door to do business. He rushed Wang Ruhu downstairs and suddenly called him at the entrance of the alley.

"Ahu, don't get involved in these things in the future. My shrine has not left you a place."

The back of the alley turned his face and smiled. The old man also laughed, waved his hands to each other, separated, one walked into the store, and the other turned to the street.

Wang Ruhu pulled the hood attached to the sweatshirt and covered it with his head. In fact, Li Ran's death still made him feel uncomfortable, but it had nothing to do with him.

The rest should be thinking about the weird space...wait!

The steps walking on the street suddenly stopped, causing a white woman passing by to subconsciously tighten her bag and avoid it from afar.

‘Why is that blonde woman in that space?’

‘Can I call out the monster’s name…it has something to do with my memory, or is it guiding me?’

Corpse!

Suddenly figured out some key points. Wang Ruhu looked in the direction of the city center, turned around and took a step forward. Then, he bought a pair of Peking Opera masks in a shop on the street that specializes in Chinese characteristics, and quickly walked out of the Chicago Hospital in front of the archway.

Almost at the same time, a police car parked in the underground parking lot of the hospital. Fred took two uniformed police detectives into the elevator and pressed the button to go to the second floor.

"The people from the CIA don't let us touch the female corpse, don't even think about it. Everything related to the case must be found out. While they have not transported the body away, we have to hurry up."

The two detectives smiled and patted their chests, and then the elevator slowly opened left and right in the sound of "ding" of the elevator. The pale white tiles extended, and the lights on the aisle were so green that they were a little scary.

The three of them walked out of the elevator. With the sound of footsteps of the leather shoes, two policemen guarding the mortar room in the distance and a CIA member saw Fred in the head and raised his hand to stop him.

"Sorry, Inspector Fred, you can't come here. The body of that woman will be sent to the CIA branch this afternoon and we will deal with it."

"That was afternoon, and the time has not come yet."

Fred looked at the other two policemen guarding the door, who looked at each other and took a step back. The detective smiled and patted the CIA members on the shoulders.

"Don't worry, I'll just look at it and it won't make you embarrassed. Just pretend I haven't been here. After all, everyone is for the safety of Chicago, please."

The other party's tone was sincere, and it was to investigate the case, not to take the body away, and it did not seem to have any conflict with the CIA's itinerary. The man hesitated for a moment and wanted to report with the communicator, but was stopped by Fred.

"Don't let your deputy director know that he is a very old-fashioned person and will only mock others. I believe you have received such treatment, right? Don't worry, we just take a look and then leave, and it won't take too much time."

The CIA member looked at the closed door of the mortar room, hesitated for a moment, and pushed the door open and stood aside.

"I hope you can hurry up, Inspector."

"no problem."

Fred waved his head at the two detectives who were brought, looking for the cabinet number of the corpse stored, covered his mouth and nose and slid it out, and pulled the body bag open. The two of them immediately turned away disgustedly. The detective took out a handkerchief and covered his mouth and nose. They endured the impact that visually made him nauseous, and pulled the zipper down for a further section.

The whole body was completely invisible. Not only did one arm be stitched, the body was bent, the flesh and flesh in many parts of the thighs were cracked, and the face was even sunken inward, so that the original appearance could not be seen.

"My God... If I hadn't known that this was done by a human, I would have thought she was hit by a train during her lifetime."

"Inspector, this is a forensic autopsy report...don't you~"

The detective handed over the report and could no longer bear it. He ran to the trash can of the autopsy station on one side and vomited. Fred looked at the autopsy notes on it and was sure that this was the mysterious person who caused damage to Professor Harris's house that day. Unfortunately, Spence's thugs and bodyguards did not have a living person. Even the storage in the monitoring room was destroyed. The other party seemed to be more than one person.

"What is his purpose? A professor who devotes himself to research and the other is the head of the mafia. He has no relevant connections at all and kills people at random?"

Looking at the woman in the body bag again, she was tortured again.

"People with this ability are really cruel to women. But they should not attack a gang leader, as it has no value at all."

Um?

Yu Guangli seemed to have seen something. Fred looked at the door and quietly reached out to the female corpse. The crystal clear ruby ​​oozed out of the pores and exposed it.

With a light stroke of his nails, they fell to his fingertips, the size of two carats of diamonds. It would be difficult to detect if you were not careful. He took out a handkerchief and wrapped it in his pocket.

When he took the manuscript of the forensic autopsy, the CIA members at the door informed him that it was time to leave. Fred then asked his two subordinates to push the body back. After coming out, as soon as he entered the elevator, he whispered: "You two will go to Spencer's Building later, and look for informants to check if Spencer has had a black job smuggling things recently."

The car started and drove along the direction of the exit. Just after walking for a while, a figure walked past the dark light. Wang Ruhu glanced at the headlights that were leaving, turned around and walked into the stairwell leading to the second floor.
Chapter completed!