Chapter 17 only one hand here

I had a hard time climbing down from the tree with that poor tabby in my arms.I asked the property company in the community and confirmed that the owner of the house on the third floor was indeed Su Xiaohe.Moreover, the cat that was trapped for three days was also Su Xiaohe's pet, named Fox. From the cat's name, we can have a little understanding of Su Xiaohe's character.He is at least a young man who likes to be creative in everything and has a brighter heart. I ordered the property management company to bring the keys and open the door of Su Xiaohe's room, and at the same time I called the police for support.When the police from the nearest police station arrived, the property company had already found the key, but the door of Su Xiaohe's house could not be opened. Obviously, something was blocking the door inside.

I immediately thought of the disappearance of Pan Jiashuai, a cultural relic dealer. Pan Jiashuai mysteriously disappeared on a high-altitude passenger plane.But just the night before he boarded the plane, he called the police three times for help, saying that someone was going to kill him.But when the two police officers arrived, they were unable to enter the door. Pan Jiashuai moved the furniture and pushed the door to death from the inside. I still remember that the last two police officers climbed up from the balcony and entered Pan Jiashuai's house. I went downstairs immediately and notified the police center.The door is blocked and cannot be entered, the situation is urgent, I am now trying to enter from the balcony.Then I ran under the tree just now, hugged the tree and climbed up.

I climbed to the same position as the cat just now, when the branch twisted, and I heard someone screaming below.Fortunately, I had already calculated before I climbed up, my back was facing the balcony of Su Xiaohe's house, the branches were bent, my head hit the balcony of Su Xiaohe's house with a bang. Suppressing the pain, I grabbed the edge of the balcony with my backhand, exerted strength on my waist, and slammed into the balcony. On the balcony, several pots of Milanese were overturned and withered, and I was sitting on a cracked flower pot, facing the hand protruding from the window.

This hand was slender and powerful, and the beautiful oval nails were obviously split due to external force.A long-dried bloodstain started from the wrist and extended to the joint of the middle finger.The color of the hand is blue and black, as if carved from a good piece of ebony, but it lacks vitality. But I have no doubt at all, this is a human hand, and most of it belongs to the fashion designer Su Xiaohe himself. Holding the gun in both hands, holding my breath, I slowly took a step forward and looked into the window. What I want to see is the rest of the body, a hand cannot grow by itself, it should theoretically be part of the body.But the inside of the window is messy, with countless weird decorations piled up like a hill, but there is no other part, only one hand here.

Just like what happened in Pan Jiashuai's house, the balcony door of Su Xiaohe's house was blocked by a sofa inside.I smashed the glass on the window with the butt of my gun, and leaned in through the window.The situation in the residence is the same. Everything in the living room is not where it should be. These things are the living art that Su Xiaohe usually collects or designs by himself, such as wind chimes, porcelain, puppets, and purple sand pots. The things that can be shredded are basically shredded, and the things that cannot be shredded are also smashed into pieces. All the torn things were piled up in one corner of the room, piled up high like a hill.

I remembered that it was the same when Pan Jiashuai called the police. In the corner of his room, there was a pile of torn cotton wadding, and the police officers at that time found Pan Jiashuai from the pile of torn cotton wadding. So, will I also find Su Xiaohe in this pile of garbage? I got into the house, walked over the obstacle of overturned cabinets and tables, walked carefully to the pile of garbage, and looked carefully. Why is there a pile of garbage here?Why is there a pile of broken cotton wool in Pan Jiashuai's home? Suddenly a strange idea came to my mind, I seemed to see Pan Jiashuai or Su Xiaohe, in short, a man trapped underground, in the dead darkness, desperately digging the soil with his hands, Creep forward slowly.The soil that was dug out was thrown behind them. Behind Pan Jiashuai, the soil was torn cotton wool.And behind Su Xiaohe, the dirt is the garbage I see now.

I kicked the rubbish with my feet and stirred it with a gun, but I didn't find any other parts of Su Xiaohe's body. Perhaps the rescuers came too late, they had gone too deep, too deep. Going back to the window and looking at the arm carefully, I almost fell to the ground in a daze. I saw the most clear tooth marks, just like a monster from the ancient times, biting the crispy peel, leaving two rows of neat and slightly disordered tooth marks. Suddenly I thought of Kamose that Wilbur had said. He said that he saw with his own eyes that something dragged Kamose into a stone cauldron. As a result, only one leg was pulled out, and there were clear tooth marks on the leg.

It is really an ominous era when monsters come and go. I sighed in my heart, maybe it was Kamos, Pan Jiashuai and Su Xiaohe, they all thought they had drilled into the ground and kept digging forward.But in fact, they are just in the belly of a monster, waiting for the strong acid secreted from the walls to dissolve them into nutritious food. Really, no one can say for sure. But why did Su Xiaohe leave an arm outside?If the arm had indeed once belonged to him. Was there ever a person who was with Su Xiaohe at that time, just like when Wilbur was with Kamose?And that person, just as Wilbur was holding on to Kamose's leg, he was also holding Su Xiaohe's hand, trying to pull Su Xiaohe out of that weird situation.

If there is such a person, why didn't he report the crime?Where is he now?How did you get out of here? That person did not report the crime, or there is another possibility. I squatted on the window sill, leaned down and carefully inspected the front of the hand, and sure enough, I found several sharp and small claw marks on the fingers and the back of the hand.Then I stretched out the back of my hand and compared it with the scar on that hand. It should be right, the scar is the same. This hand was the tabby cat named Fox, who bit it and dragged it to the balcony.This explains why it did not report the crime at the time.In fact, even if the cat wanted to report it, it couldn't because it was stuck in the tree for three days and three nights.

What a poor little thing, I sighed in my heart. Looking at the fingertips of the severed hand and the bloodstains on the window sill, I was stunned. The crooked blood stains formed a string of characters on the windowsill: AK47860416. What does this string of characters mean?