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I thought, since the person with the gold teeth in the dream is not the same person as the person who died yesterday, maybe the death was just a substitute for the dead, and his death was just the other party giving me a dismount and wanted me to stop the investigation.
It is also possible that when a man with a gold tooth falls, another person will take his gold tooth, and the gold tooth is like a baton, a mark of their line.
Fortunately, when I was at the guild hall yesterday, when the body was recovered, I took the opportunity to take a photo, and I decided to take the photo and show it to the scavengers, so that I could know if the dead person was the one the scavengers had seen.
I had taken a taxi alone, and it was a cold day, and the scavenger hadn't gone out, and when I arrived, he looked like he was going to spend the day in that small, cold sewer.
He used a broken paint bucket to bake the fire, and the whole sewer was smoky, and when I took out my phone and asked him to look at the pictures, he immediately told me that it wasn't the same person.
He said he had never seen the dead man, and that the man who showed up on time every week was a little taller and thinner than the dead man, and didn't look so stupid.
Strange to say, when he said this, I seemed to see a strange smile on his face, and he looked a little proud.
"Were you just laughing?"
I asked immediately.
His eyes flickered for a second, and then he really laughed, "Ha, you can see it."
"Why are you laughing?"
"I think you're funny."
I pursed my lips, and he added: "You are more persistent than me, this is all dead, why don't you give up."
I frowned, it sounded familiar.
"Do you think I shouldn't look any further," I asked.
"I don't know, whatever you want, anyway, you little hairy children are idle every day and have nothing to do, so you know how to toss around."
I muttered: It's not a blind toss, is it like him, it doesn't matter what happens, is it a serious thing to study the lottery every day.
Unexpectedly, he heard me say this.
"Don't look down on people, let me tell you, I used to be a professor who taught high mathematics in the university, as long as I study the laws of these small ping-pong balls with numbers, I don't need to say much about being rich and rich in the future, I'm afraid I'll have to give me awards" He said to me half-open, half-closed, self-absorbed with his eyes half-closed.
If he was really a professor, it would be ironic that he has fallen to this point.
I smiled disdainfully and turned my head out of his smoke-filled sewer.
"The math professor" yelled behind me, "Don't put yourself in it again" He was about to say something more, but suddenly coughed violently, it seems that he also has a normal person's trachea and lungs, and he can't stand the smoke.
I turned around and said casually, "Professor, you better take care of yourself, don't smoke yourself to death."
Then I ran out, breathing in the fresh air, and said to myself, what the hell, I wouldn't even let me continue my investigation.
I walked along the riverbed down the road, thinking about what had just happened as I went.
Then again, this mad professor must have known that what I was investigating was dangerous, otherwise he wouldn't have said anything like "don't put yourself in it".
He even took it for granted that the dead man was a warning to me that I shouldn't continue investigating.
How did he know?
And the strangest thing is that he uses that broken bucket to warm himself by baking a fire, but he himself is far away from the bucket, and he is also afraid that the smoke will choke him, and he can't feel the heat at all when he is so far away.
Is it possible that he was not an ordinary waste picker, but had something to do with the carriage that transported human organs?
Perhaps, he lit a fire at the mouth of the sewer, and there was another reason The scene from the dream came back to my mind.
I followed the tall and lanky man, the man with the gold teeth with a grim and dark expression and a wise expression, into a dark passage.
Maybe what the witch saw was in that sewer The choking smell of smoke emanating from the iron barrel was to hide the smell of blood and alcohol Thinking of this, I immediately turned around and ran towards the sewer, which I was already some distance away from.
By the time I ran back down the drain, the "math professor" was gone, but the charcoal fire in the paint bucket was still burning.
Against all odds, I headed deeper into the sewers.
After walking about ten meters, an iron gate appeared in front of me, and I knew that some sewer pipes would set up such an iron gate at the exit.
But isn't the location of this iron door a little too far inside, I turned on the flashlight that came with my phone and shone it inside.
The sewer was deep and dark, and a stream of cold air rushed towards me, I couldn't help but take a step back, a little scared, no matter whether the dark passage in the dream was here or not, at this time, it was to kill me, and I didn't dare to go in alone.
Fortunately, this iron gate gave me a sense of security, otherwise I would always feel that some terrible monster would pop out of the darkness at any time.
I sniffed the air carefully, there was no smell of blood or alcohol, only the usual stench of sewers.
It seemed that I had thought it wrong, and with that in mind, I took two steps back, ready to turn around and leave the damn place.
"Why are you back again?"
The voice of a scavenger suddenly appeared behind me, eerie.
Turning around abruptly, looking at his old, dirty face, I suddenly became nervous.
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"Where did you just go?"
"I've always been there."
"Ah, when I came in, I didn't see you" "Because I'm picking up rags, can you just break into my house?"
he said, picking up a wooden stick with a nail on it and striking it at me.
I began to run away as hard as I could, not saying anything, but I tripped over something under my feet.
Almost subconsciously, I curled up on the ground, holding my head, waiting for the stick to come at me.
But instead of hitting me, the stick was thrown to the ground, and then I felt someone grab my clothes, and when I turned my head, I saw that it was the "math professor" who grabbed my clothes and lifted me from the ground.
In a daze, he led me to the exit, but instead of throwing me out, he pushed me into a dark corner of a pile of torn cardboard boxes.
"Stay and don't make a sound."
He spoke quickly, holding a plank over me.
I also realized that something was wrong, and I didn't dare to squeak, let alone resist.
Through the cracks in the planks, I saw the "math professor" also curled up and sitting beside me, pretending to be sick.
Immediately after, from the depths of the sewer pipes, there was some movement.
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