Bai Yanliang remained silent and turned his head slightly to look out the car window.

The bright sunshine shines on every corner of Yecheng, and it seems that even the tiniest dust can be seen clearly.

"Thank you, Uncle Yang."

"What are you talking about? I'm a fool." Yang Wanlong couldn't help it after all, and held an unlit cigarette at the corner of his mouth, enjoying his fucking pleasure.

"It's been ten years." Bai Yanliang's voice was very soft. He looked at the rows of tall buildings quietly. The Yecheng had changed a lot more than ten years ago.

But, there are still some things that haven't changed.

"Uncle Yang, why do you always believe that the case of the researcher ten years ago has nothing to do with me?"

Bai Yanliang finally withdrew his gaze and looked at Yang Wanlong who was concentrating on driving.

"Tsk... I have to say why." Yang Wanlong made his right hand and scratched the back of his head. "It should be that I had seen similar cases when I was a child."

"When Uncle Yang was a child?" Bai Yanliang thought about many possibilities, such as Yang Wanlong found some clues, but he never thought about this reason.

This middle-aged criminal policeman is already forty-two years old. His childhood happened at least thirty years ago, and his case thirty years ago...

"Well, that kid's experience is similar to yours, but that time was something I witnessed with my own eyes." Yang Wanlong finally lit a cigarette. From the rearview mirror, Bai Yanliang saw that Yang Wanlong's pupils were shrinking slightly, as if he was thinking of something that scared him.

What can make a middle-aged detective who is used to seeing all kinds of bizarre murders look scared?

Bai Yanliang was a little curious.

"At that time, I was nine years old and my family was poor. I studied for half a day and put a cow for a long time. That afternoon, I went to the hillside as usual, and then... I witnessed a strange murder case." Yang Wanlong's hand was trembling slightly. Obviously, although more than ten years had passed, the incident was not only not forgotten with the passage of time, but was like an old wine stored in the cellar for many years. Before the mud was opened, the fragrance could be smelled.

"Yang Erwa from the village tore his father Yang Laocheng apart with his hands on the mountain! I still remember him now, his face was full of ferocious distortion, and his movements were very strange, as if he was... possessed by a ghost."

Speaking of this, Yang Wanlong extinguished the cigarette and swallowed his saliva, as if he felt a little dry.

Bai Yanliang also saw that his lips were very dry and turned white.

"I don't know why people have such great strength to tear a person apart? Yang Laocheng's hands and toes were thrown everywhere by Yang Erwa, and the meat on his body was torn off one by one. I hid behind the cow, so scared that I didn't dare to come out. I didn't even want the cow and ran home quickly."

"What happened later?"

"Later... Yang Erwa was arrested. When he was arrested, he was exactly the same as you did back then, with a dull expression. He sat in his father's body in a daze, unable to cry, laugh, and did not answer questions. Later, I heard that the kid had committed suicide by hanging himself in prison." Yang Wanlong glanced at Bai Yanliang in the rearview mirror, but could not see anything from Bai Yanliang's expression.

"So, Uncle Yang was afraid that I would commit suicide, so he took time to see me in the mental hospital every year, right?" Bai Yanliang asked with a smile.

"That's right." Yang Wanlong refused to comment.

Bai Yanliang knew what Yang Wanlong wanted to ask, how could humans have such great strength to tear a complete person apart?

Although a fruit knife was found on the scene in Bai Yanren's case,... can a minor child do such a bad dismemberment with just a small fruit knife?

What's more, judging from the situation at the scene and the subsequent autopsy report, Bai Yanren's body did not seem to have been cut by a sharp weapon, but... was torn apart by irresistible power...

This is almost the same as the case that Yang Wanlong witnessed when he was a child. Bai Yanliang seemed to be the same as Yang Erwa, the person who suddenly became crazy and then killed his closest relatives.

Bai Yanliang also wanted to know what was going on, but... he really didn't remember it at all.

There was no memory of the crime scene in his mind.

"By the way, your brother is like Yang Laocheng. Although he was confirmed to die, his head disappeared." Yang Wanlong suddenly said, "I haven't found it until now."

Yang Wanlong seemed to look at Bai Yanliang intentionally or unintentionally.

"Yanren's head?" Bai Yanliang didn't know the news.

"Well, you two brothers searched all the rental houses but couldn't find them. You searched the sewers and trash cans in several streets nearby, but you didn't find anything."

“…”

Bai Yanliang remained silent.

Yang Wanlong didn't say anything else and drove the car without saying a word.

Twenty minutes later, the car stopped in front of a relatively high-end community.

"Wait for me here, uncle will go to park the car."

Bai Yanliang nodded, got out of the bus with his luggage and stood at the entrance of the community.

Rongyuan Community.

Bai Yanliang took a look at the name of the community. It seemed to be a relatively prosperous neighborhood. Next door is the famous commercial center, pedestrian street and entertainment city in Yecheng Jiangbei District.

Before long, Yang Wanlong came back soon.

The two carried their luggage one after another and walked towards a thirty-story residential building.

"It's here. Your aunt died early. Only my two daughters live in a big house. My daughter doesn't come back on weekdays when she goes to college in Jiangnan District. Now she is the only girl Yang Yiyi and I. This year she is also in her third year of high school and is busy with her studies. She will not go home at 9 pm." Yang Wanlong said while pressing the elevator button on the 18th floor.

Bai Yanliang listened quietly. When he talked about his two daughters, Yang Wanlong's tone was obviously a little higher. It was obvious that he was very dear to his two daughters.

Although he didn't say anything, Bai Yanliang still made the decision to find a job and leave Uncle Yang's house as soon as possible. After all, he was not a relative or a good person. Uncle Yang was busy with work, and it was too inappropriate to stay at the same house with his daughter for a long time.

"Come in."

While talking, the two had already reached the eighteenth floor.

Yang Wanlong opened the door and turned on the lights in the living room.

"Sit as you like, I'll give you your brother's things."

Bai Yanliang nodded and looked around the room.

Three bedrooms and one living room, about 120 square meters, is already a very good family in Yecheng, where every inch of land is valuable.

"For this, your brother was a private detective ten years ago. He seemed to be investigating some business before he died, but it had little to do with his case. Look, this is the work information left by your brother, and this one." As he said, Yang Wanlong handed over something.

Bai Yanliang first took the documents one by one, and then took the small item handed over by Yang Wanlong.

He felt his palms cold, and he looked away, and was stunned.

"key?"

What is the key to this place?

Seeing that he looked puzzled, Yang Wanlong also spread his hands: "I don't know, no one has tried what it can open."

Bai Yanliang pinched the key and looked closely. It was silver all over. One end was a round hollow handle carved with mysterious patterns. The other end was extended forward, with three small dots raised.

It can be seen that although it is very exquisitely made, it looks a bit old and is not the key to modern door locks.
Chapter completed!