Demon Sage

"We may pre-store your photo here. If there is one, you can use the photo to confirm your identity. What's your name?"

The service attitude of the staff is very good. I don't know if it's always like this, or if Donald is well dressed and has a gentleman's attitude.

"Donald Grant."

The clerk sitting behind the glass stood up and went to the back of the wooden cabinet to open a drawer, and took out a document. The window was transparent, and Donald could see that every page inside had names and information written down, and there were also small stickers pasted. photo.

The clerk checked back and forth several times and confirmed that there was not much difference in appearance, so he asked Donald to wait for a while, and walked into the backstage of the bank with the key. Five minutes later, he returned with a small box and pushed it out through the void under the glass.

"Can I keep it later?"

"Of course, you are welcome at any time."

This box of Donald was only going to be taken out to see what was inside, and he didn't plan to take it home. The predecessor deliberately stored it outside, obviously with his own considerations.

There is a cafe next to the bank. Donald came in and ordered a random drink, then found a corner and sat down. After they brought the coffee, they put the box on the table.

About 10 inches in length and width, and about 2 inches in height, this box is not locked, but a built-in switch. Donald presses the button next to it, and the two sides pop open.

After looking around, confirming that no one was paying attention, Donald lifted the lid to check the storage.

The box is not big, and there are not many things in it, two flat file bags, a small delicate wooden box, and some loose coins.

First, take out the most conspicuous wooden box and close the box.

This wooden box is only half the size of a palm, square and square, with intricate patterns engraved on the outside. Donald looked at it for a while and always felt a little strange. The packaging of this thing seems to be very valuable. How did the predecessor get it?

The only thing worth mentioning about his family should be a small grocery store, right?

The front end of the wooden box is a brass lock, the connecting part is forged into a built-in snake head, the protruding part is the front lip, and the fangs are engraved inside as a meshing part.

He squeezed the upper office part to open it, and the contents inside made him hurriedly close it again.

"This is definitely not something from my family, right? Donald... What the **** did you do before!"

Peeking at the situation around him, he picked up the coffee on the table and drank half a cup. The bitter taste made Donald's entire face wrinkle. Sure enough, he was not used to drinking this kind of drink... But this kind of drink. On the contrary, his energy suppressed the panic in his heart.

The wooden box was opened again, and a ring was lying quietly in the red cushion inside. The dark gold ring body of unknown material, and the surface of the ring was a thumb-sized amber gemstone, which could be directly seen flowing. of dim light.

Intuition tells Donald that this is definitely a treasure. Even if it's not a prop with special abilities, with this gem set on it alone, it will definitely not be cheap!

Putting the ring on your index finger, it fits perfectly, it's almost like a tailor-made...

After looking at it for a long time, Donald put away the ring and put it back in the wooden box. Then he took out one of the file bags and opened it. Inside were several sheets of white paper bound on the corners.

The first thing Donald saw was the title at the top of the paper: Autopsy Report?

Whose autopsy?

Abbot Grant.

Lanceina Grant.

The two names appear at the top of the report, which are the names of Donald Grant's parents...

Below is a large piece of text. Donald looked down one by one. It recorded the condition of the corpse, including the physical state when it was found, etc. It was mixed with a lot of medical knowledge. to the end of the report.

There is a passage at the bottom: After inspection, the cause of death of the Grants was burning, and there was no trace of homicide!

Is this the final conclusion?

In the eyes of the person who made the test, this is obviously the conclusion. A poor couple in a grocery store, who is full of food and deliberately murders them?

But what Donald saw was the cross drawn with a red pen on the final test sentence. The meaning couldn't be more clear. The predecessor didn't believe it!

If it was just this cross, it would be fine. Donald Grant was just a student at the time. Of course, it was unacceptable for the sudden death of his parents. It was normal to have some other thoughts. However, Donald saw the same red below the text. The handwriting left by the stroke.

"The things in the house are in the wrong place. The wooden box that my parents didn't let me touch is gone... I can't find the belongings, it's impossible to find them. My father told me that the box can't be burned. ...someone took them!"

With just these words, Donald felt the hairs on his body stand up, and the numbness at the end of his spine continued upward until his entire scalp was tingling!

The fire that caused the death of my former parents in my memory was not an accident... If the above is true, then it was a killing by someone who wanted to get something from his parents~www.wuxiahere.com~ And the fire was set after the fact!

Who was the one who killed the former parents and robbed the things?

What was stolen?

Why is the autopsy report given by the police station so perfunctory of burning to death, because they don't want to make extra troubles? Or have to put it down...

Are your predecessor's parents really just a couple who opened a grocery store?

Is the wife at home now taking the initiative to get into a relationship with her predecessor because of her predecessor's parents' problems?

......

"Hey~ why are there so many accidents? Parents have problems, wife has problems, and even himself has problems. Can he still live a good life?"

Taking a deep breath, Donald tilted his neck and drank the remaining half cup of bitter coffee, rubbing his face in embarrassment.

The waiter next to him watched him drain a cup of sugar-free coffee with admiration on his face.

He used coffee as vodka to drink, and this old man has been the one since the shop opened.

What can Donald do? He is also very helpless!

Let the bitter taste fill the whole mouth, this is called fighting poison with poison, not to mention, the effect is really good, at least you can put this autopsy report back, no matter what happened in the past, complaining here is worse than calling yourself a few more cups of coffee. Got it.

There is another document in this folder, and he reaches out and takes it out.

"Marriage agreement, um... a bit interesting, the relationship between Infinita and me is really not easy."

Don't be too much in debt. If he saw this marriage agreement before, Donald would have been surprised for a while, but after reading the autopsy report, he said that he had sublimated.

Come on, face me in this hard life!