Moving his eyes away from the ground where the old butler was sitting, Fan Ren looked at the tough man, then turned off the TV and put his hands into his trench coat: "How should we return to reality next?"

"Wait, the Branded Eye will complete our mission, and then start counting down in our ears, and we will return to reality when the count reaches 0."

The tough man's tense body relaxed at this moment. The behavior of the old housekeeper just now still shocked him.

"I owe you a favor. Please leave your contact information. If you have any information you want to know and I know it, I can tell you."

Fan Ren stretched out his hand: "I'm just doing it for myself. Your life and death is none of my business. However, I do have something I want to know."

Fatty Wang complained: "The forensic guy is really arrogant."

"I'm just telling the truth." Fan Ren looked at Fatty Wang expressionlessly.

The tough man didn't say anything, just smiled, then took out his phone, opened the lock screen, and handed it to Fan Ren.

Seeing Fan Ren leave the contact information on the tough man's mobile phone, Fatty Wang also yelled: "I want the forensic guy too. We live in the same city. When we return to reality, we can have a meal. I'll ask you to help me."

Give the benefactor a big meal to repay the favor."

"There's no need." Fan Ren returned the phone to the tough man: "You have no use value."

"..." Fatty Wang opened his mouth wide, not knowing what expression to make or what to say.

"It has been detected that the Chosen One has completed his mission and is about to return to reality. The countdown begins: ten, nine..."

A weird countdown sounded in his ears. Fan Ren couldn't help but wonder in his heart, and said very quickly: "What is this brand eye on the back of our hands? Is it just a mark and a key?"

The tough man also heard the countdown in his ears, and he quickly replied: "No, seeds, those are seeds. As for the other things, I don't know. I learned this from other people."

seed?

what does that mean?

Fan Ren lowered his head and stared at the back of his right hand.

"...Three, two, one!"

The surrounding scenes began to disappear quickly, then darkness appeared, and then a familiar scene occupied his sight.

Fan Ren returned to his residence. He was still standing in front of the stove. The sound of boiling water seemed to indicate that everything he had experienced was just a dream.

He turned on his phone and looked at the time. It was twenty-three thirty, exactly the same time as when he entered the Cursed Land before.

What's going on? Is everything really just a nightmare?

Fan Ren unlocked his phone in disbelief, and then he saw the eye app icon outlined in black.

It turns out everything is true...

After confirming that it was not a dream, Fan Ren actually felt a little lucky for no reason.

Although his reason told him that this was wrong.

After calming down, Fan Ren shook off the feeling of joy.

Maybe he really should see a psychiatrist. He turned off the light of his mobile phone screen.

"Xiaofan, why are you eating so late?"

The voice came, and Fan Ren looked over: "Old... um, um, I feel a little uncomfortable, so I took a nap and got up to cook some instant noodles when I was hungry."

On the side, a man of some age looked at Fan Ren expectantly. After hearing what Fan Ren said, he said slightly disappointedly: "What's wrong with you? Do you need to see a doctor? Young people should stay up less late and have a regular schedule, otherwise

When you are as old as me, your whole body is full of diseases."

Looking at the old man who adopted him from the orphanage and raised him, Fan Ren took a breath: "I'm sorry, I still can't call people who are not related by blood, father, father, etc."

"Then just call me Mr. Fan as before, right?" the man said tentatively.

"Um."

The man known as Lao Fan immediately burst into laughter. He glanced at the water pot on the stove, and his expression immediately changed. He put aside the boiling water that was about to explode and said, "You kid, you are so careless.

You can't just watch the fire start."

"Sorry, I got lost in my thoughts." Fan Ren smiled awkwardly.

After Lao Fan cleaned up, he continued to chatter: "Don't cook instant noodles. I just packed a midnight snack, including snail noodles and snail and duck feet in a pot. Let's go to the living room and let us chat for a while."

"Um."

The two of them came to the living room. Fan Ren sat on the sofa and took apart disposable chopsticks: "I have been going home so late lately. Why? Is there another big case in the bureau?"

Lao Fan frowned and took a sip of the beer he had opened earlier: "Yes, it's a very difficult case."

"what's the situation?"

"Serial Murders."

"As for the vicious case, it seems that you have been busy recently."

Opening the plastic box of snail noodles, a slightly sour smell spread in the air of the living room. With the reddish sour bamboo shoots and a mouthful of noodles, Lao Fan said worriedly: "I'm afraid I won't be able to solve this case.

.”

"You, a veteran detective who has been in the industry for more than 20 years, would say such depressing words?"

Fan Ren put on plastic gloves, picked up a duck foot that had been soaked in soup for a long time, and started to eat it.

The duck feet are stewed in snail and sour bamboo shoot juice. It is sour and spicy, very soft and very appetizing.

All the food he had eaten in the cursed land seemed to have been digested. Now he only felt that his stomach was empty and he urgently needed to eat.

Lao Fan sighed, took out his lighter, lit the cigarette, then held it in his mouth and started smoking: "Because this case is so weird, I even suspected that it was involved in something supernatural."

"Oh." Fan Ren raised his eyebrows. Having just survived the cursed land, he was a little sensitive to this kind of thing: "What do you mean? Tell me in detail. Maybe I can help you analyze it as usual.

Order something."

"After the victims are killed, they will be randomly abandoned in a deserted construction site. They are male and female, with different professions, and have no interaction with each other in their social circles. The only thing they have in common is that their right palms have been cut off.

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This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "The most bizarre thing is that the surveillance near the place where the body was dumped did not record any suspicious persons at all. There were no fingerprints or clues on the body.

It’s simply a moot case.”

After Fan Ren heard the words "the right palm was cut off", his intuition told him that this case was related to the Brand Eye: "It sounds like a serial killer with some special hobby, or some kind of cult ritual."

"You'd better get less involved in this kind of case. Don't end up with a life without security when the time comes and you are approaching retirement."

"I am the captain of the brigade. I must take care of such vicious cases, and I still have a long time before retirement!" Lao Fan glared at Fan Ren.

"It's up to you, captain, you won't be promoted after working for more than twenty years anyway, and you won't be short of this case." Fan Ren knew his adoptive father's temper, so he could only use harsh words to try to persuade him.

"You know what der, you make it seem like I can't be promoted because of my incompetence. It's obviously...forget it. Anyway, I have been a police officer for more than 20 years and I have a clear conscience."

Lao Fan put out his cigarette butt and started eating snail noodles. Even after working overtime, he was still very hungry.

"Conscience is worthless." Fan Ren continued to hit the target.

Lao Fan said angrily: "Okay, shut up, you kid. The more you talk, the more uncomfortable I feel."

"Tell me about your situation. Is it okay to work at Lao Huang's place?"

"The job of a forensic doctor is just like that. Apart from identification and autopsy, there is not much to say. It's okay. Uncle Huang is very nice and takes good care of me." Fan Ren gave a standard answer to parents' concerns.

"Okay, then I'm relieved. If you don't understand anything, just ask Lao Huang for advice. Lao Huang is an old forensic doctor who has been working for more than 20 years. If it weren't for his lack of ambition, he would have gone in the morning."

Fan Ren chewed the snail noodles in his mouth: "I understand."

"You can ask for leave tomorrow. You have old arms and legs, and you still work overtime every day. You are not afraid of dying suddenly on the job one day."

"Why did you talk to your father like this? I have spent so many years raising you in vain."

"I'm full, good night."
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