Chapter 0001 The Package

　　"Rumble ......" 　　L city, a sudden downpour, so that the streets of the crowd have to take the road to escape, but also at this time, only to see a line of police cars whistling past, out of the city, straight to the outskirts. 　　"Lei team, the person who called the police seems to have been overstimulated, and is now in a trance and was sent to the hospital." 　　A forensic doctor stepped forward and said to Lei Ke, "Initial judgment, the name of the deceased is Yao Jiafu, 53 years old, from Xiao Li village in L city, the family has been notified to come and identify the body. 　　Her eyes were sewn up with needle and thread, beside her body, we found a file bag." 　　Lei Ke took the file bag, which contained the victim's name, as well as her family background, and some information. 　　"It's her!" A dry police officer beside Lei Ke saw the photo on the information, and a look of awakening appeared on his face. 　　"You recognize?" Lei Ke turned back. 　　"Lei team, in a case some time ago, a wife murder case, this old woman was an important witness, but we later learned from our visit that it was this old woman, who was chewing the cud behind her back, saying that the female victim was cheating on her husband behind her back, at first it was just talk, but later it spread throughout the entire neighborhood, and after the case, we questioned her, and she admitted it to herself, that those were all made up by herself. " 　　Speaking of this, the young dry police officer was a bit indignant, skimming his lips, "This kind of person, deserves to die." 　　"Shut up!" 　　Lei Ke turned around and glared at him fiercely, walked over to the corpse, pulled open the shroud, only to see the corpse's face was hideous, the fingers showed different degrees of distortion, obviously suffered no small amount of torture before death. 　　Already stiff face, mouth slightly open, Lei Ke took a flashlight to the inside, at first glance black, but a closer look, Lei Ke feels something is wrong, summoned the forensic pathologist, pointing to the mouth of the corpse, "Look ...... she has no tongue!" 　　"Zi ......" 　　Bright red strips of meat, wrapped in golden yellow grease, a wisp of unique and pure flavor, so that sitting aside a few diners, their stomachs have begun to grumble. 　　This small Japanese-style eatery, no tables and chairs, only a small table in the shape of a return, diners under the table, able to directly see standing inside the chef to produce dishes in the entire process. 　　"It smells so good!" 　　A few people's gazes stared at the bright red, fatty meat on the iron plate in front of them, unable to resist swallowing the spit in their mouths. 　　Two knives with a little curved blade cross friction, issued a "clattering ......" sound. 　　The eyes of the diners at the table suddenly focused on the young man, who appeared to be twenty-five or twenty-six years old. 　　Clean white neat kitchen skirt, hair inch short hair, looks smart and capable, this time the youth in the afterglow flashed a flash of cold light, reach out to the side of the barrel in a grab. 　　"Wow!" 　　A back presents blue, body type thin round autumn fish, was the youth from the bucket grabbed, blade a stroke, then cut open the fish scales, intestines and belly, pick bone slicing. 　　Three knives and two picks, only to see the table, fish bones, fish filth, fish meat, and even scraped off the fish scales, all in the way into the upper and lower three rows, placed out. 　　Concentrated look, meticulous, familiar techniques, but in the hands of this young man, but show the side of corruption into magic, completely evolved into a different kind of art. 　　Precision, perfection, from the smallest piece of fish scale to the largest fish's internal organs, the technique was perfect, turning the dissection into a precise and fast surgery. 　　The whole process, so that several diners sitting at the table completely unable to move their eyes, the heart exclaimed that this time to come is really worth it, this store belongs to the private chef, want to come here to eat, just booking will have to be lined up until the beginning of spring next year. 　　And the strange thing is, this store's business hours, only at 12 o'clock at night to start, and the price is not expensive, there is no menu, completely depends on the chef to purchase the ingredients, but even so, the business of this store, but also the fire of a mess. 　　The meat, fried on the side of the iron plate, was quickly rolled into the freshly cut sashimi, smeared with a little white vinegar, and placed into a fine vessel, garnished with a mint leaf. 　　"Fish and sea sashimi." 　　Bright red pieces of meat, golden on both sides, treasure wrapped inside due to the white jade-like flawless autumn swordfish slices, red and white combination, exuding another unique temptation. 　　"Hmm!" 　　A diner gently bite on a mouthful, and then the eyes lit up, as far as possible to control their own face exudes joy, white moist and smooth sashimi, completely unimagined fishy flavor, but instead of melt in the mouth, gently bite, the inside of the red meat that was cut into pieces, then give birth to a different kind of strength, fragrant and glutinous, so that people can not wait to swallow their own tongues into it. 　　Even the self-respecting status of the female diners, after eating it, are a bit unable to hold their emotions, because the taste is really too unforgettable, multi-layered flavor, almost at the same time, in their tongue taste buds burst out, that feeling, can not be imagined. 　　"Can I ask, what kind of meat is this?" Finally, someone inquired curiously, because that piece of red meat was too strong and flavorful, but it didn't look like beef or lamb chops or pork. 　　"It's beef tongue!" 　　The youth said without looking back, and after carefully wiping clean the steel knife that he had just used to cut the fish, he wrapped the blade with duct tape and casually threw it into a separate trash can off to the side. 　　This knife had already been stained with the fishy odor from the fish, even if it was scrubbed clean, it would definitely not have any effect on other ingredients, but for myself, whose sense of smell was so sharp as to be perverted, I still couldn't stand such a knife blade with an odor. 　　Pull aside the drawer, only to see the drawer, a colorful brand new blade neatly placed in that, each refractive cold light, have a unique article, in the market, such a complete set of knives, the price will never be cheap. 　　But for Zhao Ke, these knives, all just disposable items, talk about real knives, perhaps this is for their own, this is a not a small regret, because so far, he has not found, for him can be said to be the perfect blade. 　　The gathering's only lasted until two hours later, when several diners sat up contentedly and left, each with a different color on their faces, but with one thing in common, which was that after eating, they immediately booked, next year's reservation. 　　Casually put the used utensils, neatly put into a side barrel, tomorrow morning, there will be someone special to recycle and deal with. 　　"Rumble ......" 　　The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, the rainwater clattered on the mud tiles of the roof, making a messy but emotional ringing sound, a mood that could not be heard in the big city. 　　Standing at the edge of the window, she unzipped her kitchen skirt, and the silver cross on her chest was held in Zhao Ke's hand, gently wiping away the dust on it. 　　Listening to the sound of the rain, slightly closing his eyes, he enjoyed the sound of the ticking rain, as if he was listening to a concert. 　　Of course there was another reason, the rain would wash away everything that covered the dust, whether it was traces, or smells, a complete and utter wash, after the rain was clean, not a trace could be found. 　　Taking the silver cigarette case out of his pocket, he pulled out a cigarette and placed it under the bridge of his nose, sniffing. 　　"Ding bell ......" 　　At this time, Zhao Ke's ears twitched, a bell rang from the door, it was the bell hanging outside the room door, it would only ring when the door was opened, but strangely enough, the door was not open. 　　"Broken?" 　　The bell was still ringing, from time to time it was very calmly ringing like it usually did, but instead it was ringing very sharply, as if someone was deliberately shaking the bell, a burst of sharp ringing that was very disturbing. 　　Zhao Guest couldn't help but frown, casually tucking a fruit knife into his hand, striding towards the door of the room, Zhao Guest pressed himself against the door of the room, his fingers gently pulling the door open a crack. 　　Eyes swept upwards, only to see that on the door of the room, the bell had stopped ringing and stood there quietly, as if it hadn't made any ringing sound. 　　"Is it the wind?" 　　With doubts, Zhao Ke's eyes swept around, suddenly his gaze sank, he didn't know when, under his feet, there was an extra box, a box similar to an express delivery, except that what was pasted on it wasn't an express delivery slip, but a postage stamp. 　　"Express delivery?" 　　Zhao Ke's eyebrows slightly tightened, his eyes suddenly stared up, he never shopped online, although he was running a restaurant, the people who came here in addition to those diners who only knew the name of the restaurant, only a few of them really knew his real name. 　　"Could it be him?" 　　Zhao Ke thought about it and then rejected this possibility, with his caution, there was absolutely no way that he would send such a package to himself in such a way. 　　Zhao Ke carefully picked up the parcel, the parcel was very light, gently shaking it down, it didn't seem like it had the appearance of something, a closer look, the stamp on it was also very strange. 　　7 points of the stamp, bronze-colored border, seems to be very cumbersome and dense, but a closer look can see the texture of the above carefully carved out of the pattern on the stamp is a very abstract eyes, but no matter from which angle, the eyes are silently watching you. 　　Zhao Ke gazed at the stamp, the complicated and fine pattern on it made Zhao Ke feel a tightness in his chest, he couldn't help but let out a long breath, however, just at the moment Zhao Ke looked down, the one eye on the stamp blinked violently towards Zhao Ke. 　　A wave of cool air felt like a centipede crawling up his back, causing Zhao Ke to jolt, shaking his head to take a closer look and realizing that the eye on the stamp was still the same as it was originally. 　　"Misread it?" Zhao Ke shook his head, and couldn't help but laugh at himself in his heart, "Che, have you done too many wrong things? When did you get so startled." 　　Zhao Ke put the parcel away and casually pulled open the door of the room, ready to go in and unwrap the parcel to see what exactly was inside, however, just at the moment of pulling open the door of the room, Zhao Ke's pupils suddenly tightened, and a familiar face quietly appeared in front of him. 　　The eyes that were sewn up by the needle and thread slowly opened, the thread tore the eyelids apart, exposing the empty eyes, opened his mouth and pointed at his empty mouth, "Where is my tongue?"