Chapter 48 Famous Detective Carved a Man

Si Anke got up slowly and stared silently at the scene in front of him.

The humming mill looked like a monster with its huge mouth open.

The surrounding air seemed to stagnate here.

Obviously, the underground world does not have the "sun" as the first light source, and the crystal wall dome in the sky shines 24 hours a day, and there is no difference between morning and night.

But Si An Mo inexplicably felt... There was a [dusk] aura around him.

Although he didn't even know what the breath of dusk was, his intuition was telling him so, and was urgently warning him.

- Don't go in.

The almost liquid fear seeped in from the pores, making him feel that the blood vessels of his forehead temple were pulsing wildly because of this inexplicable tension.

- Run away.

In a trance, Si An moment felt that the surrounding air became sticky and sweet.

The world in front of him seemed to turn into a black and red silhouette in an instant, and then returned to its original state in an instant.

Even the barrage in front of Si Anke's eyes disappeared.

It's like playing a horror game with friends, but when it comes to a critical moment, I'm talking and talking, and suddenly I feel that there is no movement.

When he turned around, the room was empty for some time.

Much scarier than playing alone at the beginning!

"……Ah."

The four muttered in a low voice:

"Did I wake up from a dream...or entered a dream?"

—Fuck it.

Si Anke's lips moved slightly, she gritted her teeth, and cursed silently.

He gradually lowered his face and looked seriously at the mill with its wide open door.

"Excuse me, is anyone there?"

Si Anke shouted at the door.

no respond.

——There should be no response.

He walked slowly forward and walked into the door.

But at the next moment, the door behind him suddenly made a loud "squeak" and slammed shut!

"Crap."

Si Anke commented with a calm expression: "I guessed it."

He stopped at the door and looked around.

There is a strange smell in this seemingly large mill. Si Anke tried hard to tell the difference... This seems to be the smell of mushrooms.

Right.

This mill, it seems, used to be called the Black Mushroom Mill.

Si Anke learned from Niusser that black mushrooms are unique to the underground world, a strange kind of mushroom.

It's a lowly mushroom...it can survive from dead wood without any care, it just has to survive in a dark environment. Because the appearance looks completely black, it is called black mushroom.

As long as a little bit of blood or feces, it can grow extremely rapidly, and it can squeeze the growth space of other mushrooms so hard that it dies and turns into nutrients.

Yes.

- This is a "fungi that can digest fungi". Therefore, there is no need to take care of it at all, and there is no need to worry about the growth of bacteria.

The value of this mushroom is that it is roasted and ground into powder, which turns into a nutritious food that can be stored for a long time.

Its status in the underground world is equivalent to wheat.

The powder from black mushrooms is equivalent to "flour".

Almost every large underground city will have its own black mushroom mill. Cities that are completely imported from other cities are also not excluded...but there is really no need.

Because the cost of black mushrooms is very low and no cultivation techniques are required.

Black mushrooms that are ground into powder without drying can be sprinkled on rotten wood to produce new black mushrooms. The job of the mill is to constantly replace the wood, scrape the grown black mushrooms, dry and grind it, and only two or three people can handle it.

"Replacing the wood" and "roasting the black mushrooms" are done at the same time; and "grinding into powder" does not require manual labor - of course, it is not a traditional windmill, but a steam engine.

And the humming can be heard from outside, which means...

Today, the mill is working.

But there was no one in it at all.

Not to mention the sound of conversation, not even the sound of footsteps.

"This is……"

Si Anke suddenly noticed a very abrupt detail.

In the corner of the hall on the first floor of the mill, a shovel was lying down.

The tip of the shovel was blood-stained, dry and brown. On the ground nearby, there were still bloodstains.

However, Si Anke did not understand the relevant knowledge of forensic medicine, and could not reconstruct the scene through these details.

... If it is citalopram, perhaps more details can be found.

Although citalopram is actually a psychiatrist. But Si Anke always subconsciously felt that citalopram had a forensic cold temperament.

To describe...

Just like Orochimaru.

He picked up the shovel and looked at it carefully.

And a system prompt appeared in front of him:

【Blood-stained shovel】

[——was a murder weapon]

There is no doubt that people have died here.

...although it is not certain who died.

But Si An Mo can also guess that this should not be a murder.

In an underground city where there is no shortage of iron weapons, no one will murder others with a shovel.

At the same time, however, no one should enter the house with a shovel...

Si Anke's eyes turned to those bloodstains.

He took two steps forward, approaching the bloodstain.

Just as he approached the bloodstain, Si An Mo suddenly felt an unexplained and extremely strong sense of fear——

The world around me was once again in that red base, black stroke style.

In his ears, there was a shrill scream that was twisted and deformed. It was like the rustling sound when the shell was brought close to the ear, mixed with a sharp and piercing sound like a devil:

"—Come on, he's waking up! Get his liver out first!"

"—Caz, come here, I'll turn on the machine!"

"—What about Alice?"

"—she must be hiding nearby, she's in the mill!"

The next moment, the hallucinations ended.

Si An moment suddenly heard a whirring sound of wind coming from behind.

He was instantly horrified!

A sharp pain came from the back of his head, and his eyes widened, but it was dark in front of him.

Si Anke staggered two steps and fell to the ground.

The blood spilled from the back of his head, slowly submerged on the ground.

Covering and eroding towards dry brown marks...

Finally, outline almost identical traces.

"hiss--"

Si Anke was suddenly startled and sat up from the bed.

He clutched the back of his head, as if he could still feel waves of phantom pain.

He looked around vigilantly and saw the two beds for the first time.

And he was lying on the bed, still covered with a quilt.

Little Bear stood beside the bed, with an OvO smiling face sewn with black thread on his face.

A barrage appeared in front of him again:

"—Holy shit, startle me!"

"—I always feel that in the next scene just now, two people should come out and take out a test tube to give Brother Gongzi a medicine..."

"—I know, this story is called Detective Ke Nan (surely)"