Life as a police officer in America

Chapter 990

Jasmine is like a resurrected ancestor worshiped by Satan, and there is no cure.

And Roguli was killed early by Louis, and now only brother Ying can provide some useful information to Wang Dengming.

As for Brother Ying's ability to cooperate, Wang Dengming was not sure at all, but he should gain something from Brother Ying's attitude towards Senxi's handy book.

However, in the windmill house there is also a stubborn Reggie Nobel and a red-eyed man who likes to make sneak attacks.

The scars left by the trap on his feet hadn't been healed. After Wang Dengming entered the woods, he couldn't escape with lingering fear.

With the bullet fully loaded, Wang Dengming also took the pen that Hansen gave him.

He couldn't believe that he would get lost again tonight.

The moonlight penetrated through the dense treetops like white lines, and the surroundings fell into a terrifying silence.

Wang Dengming heard the whistle of the freighter on the lighthouse, and the strange sound of the bronze drum. Now it is gone, and even the crickets dare not make a sound. How much he hopes to hear a little movement.

That's good too, when the red-eyed person approaches, the movement will seem to shake the ground, so it's easy to be on guard.

Following the footprints of the day, as well as the fallen grass and broken bushes, he did not get lost tonight, but arrived at the windmill house smoothly.

He smelled the stench, the same stench he had smelled the first time he entered the woods.

There are lights in the windmill house, and there are dim yellow lights in the bedrooms and laboratories, like the eyes of a sleepy person.

He stood behind an old tree, looked carefully for a long time, and took a step.

A gust of wind blew through the treetops, and the smell suddenly disappeared.

He sniffed his nose, the smell was gone.

In the laboratory, the older strange woman was wearing a feather nightgown and slippers. She was busy concentrating on the retort. Her glasses were on the bridge of her nose, and the glasses were almost slipping off her nose. She pushed her hands from time to time. The glasses move up the base of the nose.

Still that disgusting tumbling black thick liquid.

Her ten fingers turned black, as if glued to the liquid in the still.

She raised her finger and put it in front of her eyes, looking at it, as if she was very regretful.

Suddenly, she clutched her head, her body seemed unsteady, and she began to retch.

When Wang Dengming saw this, he didn't dare to go forward. He wasn't sure if this was a trap designed by Brother Ying and others.

The woman's face turned black, her lips were livid, and she fell down.

Before falling down, she looked at her ten fingers in disbelief.

The laboratory regained its tranquility, only the gurgling sound of the churning liquid in the still, like boiling water in an electric kettle, but the power was not cut off.

She seems to be poisoned.

Wang Dengming deftly jumped into the laboratory from the window. The woman was foaming at the mouth, her limbs were twitching, and she seemed to be dying.

Need help?

He wanted to shout, but didn't dare, he was an illegal infiltrator again this time.

He jumped out of the window and came to the bathroom and bedroom where Riggy Nobel was. Except for the three burning oil lamps, he found no sign of Riggy Nobel, nor did he see Brother Ying.

In the bedroom where Reggie Nobel lived, there was a magic desk. The ancient wood looked like a smooth turtle shell. The room was very harmonious and quiet, except for the sound of the clock.

A circular clock hangs on the curtain wall, and the long seconds tick away.

He looked around the room slowly.He was listening to the ticking of the clock.

There was a cup of coffee on the table covered with a black tablecloth. Wang Dengming touched the porcelain cup with his fingers, and it was still warm.

His sense of alertness increased again, and he drew his gun and went outside the house.

The light of the moon is gone, and the lights in the house are smaller than the light of a match in the dark.

He felt his breathing become short of breath, just like a crab buyer put the crabs in a plastic bag and tied the bag tightly. The crab was struggling hard due to lack of oxygen.

Mr. Shadow
Mr. Shadow
Wang Dengming uses depressive emphasis, just like asking your companion where you are hiding when you are playing hide-and-seek as a child.

"Call me?" a voice answered from behind his elbow.

The human voice in the dark frightened Wang Dengming to bounce.

A face appeared from the yew tree, Mr. Brother Ying, and he walked towards Wang Dengming with slightly stumbling and heavy steps.

"You're finally showing up, man, something went wrong in your lab, her."

"She's dead, she's dead, and I know that her fingers contain a complex mixture of parsnip juice, aconitum, Potentilla, scopolamine, and soot."

"Who is she, you murdered her!"

"She is my wife, Aijiu Pangyi."

Wang Dengming couldn't help pointing his gun at him.

"Don't be stupid, Sheriff."

Wang Dengming turned his head quickly, and there was no red-eyed person.

"Don't be suspicious, TA49 will not be here tonight."

Wang Dengming breathed a sigh of relief.

"But TA45 and TA41 often visit me from time to time."

"Hold!"

"Be polite, Mr. Sheriff, isn't it inappropriate for you to sneak into my laboratory all the time?"

"Can we talk, friendly talk."

Brother Ying stretched out his hand: "Where are the books?"

"After the talk, I'll ask Sensi to return the book to you."

Brother Ying nodded and said, "Then please do something for me."

"doing what?"

Brother Ying carried two small wooden boards on his shoulders, and he put the boards in front of Wang Dengming, and said with a smile, "I made this, the stone tablet is too heavy, so I will replace the tombstone with a wooden one, please give me some advice. "

He showed one of them to Wang Dengming, and saw the words on the tombstone: Tomb of Mrs. Aijiu Pang Yi.

"Your wife is dead, you can still laugh!?"

"You don't want to talk to me, go to work."

Brother Ying found a shovel and a hoe from the windmill house, Brother Ying used the shovel, and Wang Dengming used the hoe, and the two began to dig a hole.

"I see, you want to bury your wife, don't you even have a coffin?"

"Humans use coffins to bury the dead, which is a waste of precious earth resources. Do you understand that bones are going to rot anyway."

They continued to dig, and when the pit was big enough, Wang Dengming said, "It's big enough."

"Not enough, keep digging, Mr. Sheriff, thank you for your company tonight, thank you."

The soil here is soft, and digging a big hole is not too strenuous.

"Mr. Ying, let's chat while working. Where is Louis's pyramid? Are you the goldsmith who helped him build the pyramid?"

"Yes, that's right."

"Where is the pyramid?"

"Go to work, and I'll tell you when I'm done."

"How many red-eyed people are there on the island?"

"Fifty."

Wang Dengming was so frightened that he almost threw the hoe in his hand.

"Fifty is impossible, it is five."

"Man, if you are still so surprised when you speak, I will consider talking to you in another place."

Brother Ying didn't lift his head, but dug hard.

"Dude, can you take a break, you're going to be exhausted from doing this."

Brother Ying stopped and said, "As a person grows older, his handwriting, face and birthmark will also change. That's a very natural phenomenon, don't you think so?"

"I think so, but birthmarks don't usually change."

"The birthmark will change too. She is not my wife."

"I was fooled by you, Your Excellency, you just said that Ai Jiu Pang Yi is your wife."

"She is a fake. We haven't seen each other for almost 20 years. She and I are neighbors. When we met again, she chose to marry me. Later, we came to this lovely and damn island."

Wang Dengming thought for a while: "Your story is not simple. Did Louis find a woman who looked very similar to you when you were a child to trick you into going to the island, and then helped him build the pyramid?"

"But I can't reveal her identity, just pretend that she is my wife."

"Why are you telling me this."

"If I can't trust you, there's no one in the world who I can trust."

Wang Dengming was inexplicably surprised.

"Sheriff, tell me first, who am I?"

The sheriff was dumbfounded.

"I'm sorry, my question made you stupid, it's normal, and I'm a fool when people ask it. It's as ridiculous as hearing that lions eat grass and water flows upwards. Most people will feel the same Yes, all you need to do is be calm, calm, calm and listen to my nonsense, lies. I can also show you my diary. I am used to writing diaries for the simple reason that there is no one in this world that I can talk to Object. Write until now, until you come."

"Where's your notebook?"

"Burn it, Lewis burned it, seized it and burned it while I wasn't looking, he treated me worse than a prisoner."

Wang Dengming stopped digging.

"Don't think I'm a lunatic, I can know how many chapters and verses there are in the Magna Carta, and I can recite the last five hundred digits of pi."

He started reciting pi.

"stop!"

"Well, let's talk about Wicked Witch Island. I used to think that this island was easily haunted, but later"

"It's not haunted, it's a ghost made by Lewis, isn't it?"

"No, it's really haunted!"

(End of this chapter)