882: Verification, the last day of storybook

The refrigerator opened.

A wave of oily stench assailed him!

Forcing himself to endure the smell, Mo De looked inside the refrigerator.

Inside, there was a plate of meat.

This was a dish that had already been cooked.

The pieces of cooked meat were of normal meal size, but they had been left for too long and had gone bad.

These were leftovers from the original Master of the house.

Judging by the shape and texture of the meat, it could be ruled out as human flesh.

He continued to open the freezer compartment.

There was also a pile of meat here, but compared to the already cooked meat on the plate in the refrigerator, the meat currently visible was very clear.

The meat in the freezer was the carcass of a canine.

It looked like a wolf or a dog.

What couldn't be concealed was the System's prompt that this item was key evidence!

Seeing this meat, Mo De's heart stirred, and he looked at Old Tang Na beside him: "Back then, the dog you and Bosen fought over, was it taken away by that rich man?"

"Yeah, after Bosen gave the dog to the rich man, he got a lot of money." Old Tang Na nodded and said.

"Did you see it yourself?"

"How could I? That guy Bosen was deliberately guarding against me."

After a brief inquiry, Mo De fell silent, seemingly having figured something out.

After ruling out Old Tang Na as the murderer, more details and directions emerged from other aspects.

However, after continuing to rule himself out as the murderer, things started to become shrouded in mist again.

Perhaps, there was another way to catch the real culprit!

...

"Dad, where are we going?"

In the police car, his daughter, sitting in the passenger seat holding a doll, asked Mo De, who was driving.

"Home." Mo De smiled at his daughter.

It was already afternoon, and his time wasn't ample.

Plus, he had basically gotten most of the information he could from his original residence, so there was no need to continue wasting time there.

As the vehicle moved, the houses on both sides began to flash past towards the back.

The population began to thin out.

"Splash~"

The vehicle splashed up water, and Mo De looked at the scenery before him.

A forest with a dark red hue.

Redwood Forest.

That's right, this was where Mo De believed his real home was located.

According to Betty's description, their home was very far from the police station where he worked.

Looking at the entire Town, only Redwood Forest fit this condition.

And Betty also revealed an important piece of information.

Playing with mud, red, like flowers.

Only the soil inside Redwood Forest could be this color.

Redwood Forest was a very large area of forest; searching like a headless fly, he might not be able to find his house in one afternoon.

However, Mo De already had a general direction in mind.

After just over ten minutes, Mo De drove Betty to a wooden house.

After getting out of the car.

Mo De's gaze couldn't help but fall upon it.

Only for a moment, his gaze fell on a well beside it.

Beside this well, there was also a pile of red mud that had tripped him last night.

This place was already deep within Redwood Forest.

The soil was basically more fertile black soil.

The presence of this red mud was very abrupt, and it was impossible for someone to be so idle as to deliberately transport red mud here.

Looking at the clothes he was wearing, still covered in red mud and not yet changed, Mo De turned his gaze towards the wellhead.

After a bucket of water was drawn up, he walked towards the police car beside him, or more precisely, to the wheels of the vehicle.

The car had driven all the way here, and its wheels were covered in red mud!

"Splash!"

Several buckets of water were poured down.

Naturally, a small pile of red mud formed under the tires!

This pile of soil was identical to the pile of soil beside the well that had tripped him during the rainy night last night!

Because of the road conditions in Redwood Forest, he often washed his car at his doorstep using well water, and the red mud was washed off, thus forming this kind of soil pile.

This place was his home!

Looking at the quiet wooden house ahead, nestled in the forest, a pitch-black Strange Talk Rule prompt suddenly appeared before Mo De's eyes.

[4. There is a small wooden house in Redwood Forest. If you don't want to suffer the same fate as Bosen, the victim of the dismemberment case, please do not attempt to approach it.]

This was a rule from Strange Talk Rules Group C.

Even now, it still wanted to remind him and stop him.

Taking out the key from his pocket that he hadn't used before, Mo De looked at the lock on the wooden door ahead.

He had previously asked a locksmith what kind of lock this key matched.

He had even seen the sample the locksmith showed him.

He could confirm that it belonged to the same type as the lock on the wooden door in front!

He stepped forward and inserted the key into the keyhole.

"Click~"

With a clear sound, the door opened!

The door pushed open, and a dry smell of stagnant air slowly wafted out.

No danger appeared after opening the door.

The pitch-black warning letters before his eyes dispersed like bubbles.

The Strange Talk Rule's intimidation had clearly failed.

The environment inside the house was very ordinary.

A dining table, a wooden sofa.

In the most noticeable area, there were photos filled with smiling faces.

In the photos, there were pictures of him and his wife together.

There were photos of his two daughters, one big and one small.

There were also family photos of all four of them together.

Photos from almost every angle were included.

Many of them were photos taken by his little daughter Betty or daughter Una.

It could be said that every family member had been the photographer.

Seeing his own face appearing in the photos together with these people he had no emotional basis with, Mo De still felt a sense of incongruity in his heart.

This place had too much of a feeling of home compared to where he had slept before.

He carefully observed himself in the photos, and only when the person in the photos started to look a bit strange to him did Mo De withdraw his gaze.

Besides the photos, some other things also caught Mo De's attention.

That was a stack of messy bills.

Phone bills, kid's tuition and fees bills, medical expense bills, furniture purchase bills...

The calls of wild chickens came from outside the house, two or three times. Standing inside the house, Mo De unhurriedly flipped through these items.

When his gaze fell on a medical bill, his breath hitched.

Burn treatment and recovery fees.

After seeing this bill, Mo De suddenly realized something.

He quickly returned to the car.

Betty was already asleep at this time.

He didn't disturb her, reached out to take the storybook from the side, and continued to flip it open to read the story that was updated today.

After a long while.

In the driver's seat, Mo De closed the storybook and suddenly took a deep breath.

As for who the murderer was, he already had a clue in his heart!

Thus, that verification had to be done even more.

He glanced at his watch.

It was four o'clock in the afternoon.

Time really flew by quickly.

He hadn't been busy with many things during the day, and it was already evening.

Mo De didn't know that if Corey and Old Tang Na heard this thought of his, they would definitely complain bitterly.

You weren't busy with many things, but the two of us were used like iron men by you!

"Betty, what do you want for dinner?" Mo De brought his little daughter into the house, not planning to go out immediately.

He had an idea or rather a guess in his heart, but it needed to wait until night.

"I want to eat meat!" The kid's answer was straightforward and simple; they hadn't evolved the concept of 'whatever' yet.

"Okay, eat meat."

Mo De took the meat he had bought from the vegetable market on the way from the car.

He went to the kitchen and glanced at the induction cooker, but turned his head and walked towards the stove room where wood was burned.

...

10:30 PM.

Mo De looked at his daughter, who was quietly asleep on the bed, then glanced at the pitch-black night sky outside the house.

After closing the door, he walked out of the wooden house without hesitation!

The night sky was like thick ink where countless Ghost shadows gathered, spreading out menacingly.

Holding a flashlight, Mo De went all the way to the police car.

The vehicle started, and in Redwood Forest, there was one more vehicle driving towards the depths of the forest!

According to the Town map in his hand, Mo De drove all the way, spending over half an hour, and drove out of Redwood Forest!

The view before him suddenly opened up!

In the distance, under a dark and heavy hue, was a vast wilderness.

And in the area ahead, there was an old waiting station!

This place, as expected, was where Bosen planned to wait for a vehicle to leave the Town.

He looked at the time on his watch again.

11:26.

According to the vehicle schedule.

Every day at this time, there would be a train heading towards Big City.

While waiting patiently, 11:30 arrived.

However, the so-called train did not arrive.

He drove forward along this track.

After more than twenty minutes, no vehicle arrived!

There were no trips heading to Big City from here at all!

After confirming this, Mo De looked at the time, covertly placed a video recorder in front of the car, then locked the vehicle from the inside, reclined the seat, and finally put his hand into his pocket, closed his eyes, and slept.

In his pocket was a handful of pitch-black plant ash.

...

The next day.

Mo De was stimulated by a ray of sunlight and opened his eyes.

The first thing Mo De discovered after waking up was that his hands were in his pockets, and in his hand was that handful of plant ash with a poor grip.

Then he looked inside the car, which looked exactly the same as last night.

What caught Mo De's attention the most and sent a chill down his spine was a cardboard sign on the passenger seat beside him!

[Stop investigating all this. The result of continuing the investigation will not be something you like to see.]

Behind these words, there was also a drawing of a throat-slitting gesture.

The warning was clear and obvious!

The murderer had silently opened the car door last night while he was sleeping!

He hadn't detected a single trace!

After getting up, Mo De immediately looked at the video recorder hidden on the other side.

When he reached out to take it, he found that the storage card had already been removed!

That guy seemed to have anticipated every step he took!

[Congratulations, you have survived another day. Today is the fifth day.]

[Bad news is, no one died yesterday, so you don't have anyone else's death playback to observe and get information from. What a pity.]

After the words of the Strange Talk Rules fell, the Strange Talk Rules for the new day appeared.

[Strange Talk Rules E]

[1. The murderer hates you very much. You must pay attention to your own safety and don't eat anything that might be drugged.]

[2. The murderer is among the people you have met, and some photos you have seen also count as people you have met. Remember to identify the murderer clearly and shoot decisively.]

[3. You don't like to eat sandwiches, but you like to eat dog meat. I seem to have given you very important information.]

Today's Strange Talk Rules were still three.

Perhaps it was because today was the last day of the countdown.

The content in the information was more direct compared to before, basically revolving around the direction of solving the case.

Among them.

What attracted Mo De's most attention was Article 3.

As expected...

Taking his hand out of his pocket, Mo De looked at the clean clothes he was wearing, then looked at the car's interior door handle and various parts of the interior, which showed no signs of change.

He couldn't help but let out a breath of stale air and picked up the walkie-talkie.

"Hello?"

Corey's questioning voice came from the walkie-talkie.

He hadn't even woken up yet when the Captain woke him up.

Moving so many things with Old Tang Na yesterday, he was so tired that he didn't want to move another inch now.

"Help me buy a sandwich from the breakfast shop and bring it over."

Mo De simply gave the order.

Corey was stunned for a long while after hearing the words.

In the past, the person who was told to bring breakfast should have been him.

Redwood Forest, beside the tracks, inside the police car.

After putting down the walkie-talkie, Mo De immediately picked up the storybook beside him without delay.

He hadn't read today's new story yet.

This was the story updated on the last day of the storybook.

Yesterday, he thought the story about the twin brothers was meaningless, but later he realized that this idea was completely wrong!

After ruling himself out as the murderer and ruling out Old Tang Na as the murderer.

The information contained in the story about the twin brothers in the storybook could be said to have directly opened up another line of thought!

Extremely important!

Therefore, Mo De attached great importance to today's story.