"We may pre-store your photos here. If there is one, we can use the photos to confirm our identity. What is your name?"

The staff's service attitude is very good. I don't know if it's always like this, or if he sees Donald dressed well and has an attitude that only when facing gentlemen can he have.

"Donald Grant."

The staff sitting behind the glass stood up and opened a drawer in front of the wooden cabinet behind, and took out a document from it. The window was transparent. Donald could see that the names and information were recorded on each page, and small photos were pasted.

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

"Can I still store it later?"

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

Donald just planned to take out the box and saw what was inside, and did not intend to take it home. The predecessor deliberately stored it outside, obviously having his own considerations.

There was a cafe next to the bank. Donald entered the door and ordered a cup, found a corner to sit down, and then put the box on the table after they brought the coffee.

The length and width are about 10 inches and the height is about 2 inches. The box is not locked, but a mesh switch. Donald pressed the button next to it and bounced open on both sides.

After looking around, he confirmed that no one was paying attention to this side. Donald lifted the lid and checked the retention.

The box is not big, there are not many things inside, two flat file bags, an exquisite wooden box, and some scattered coins.

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

The wooden box is only half the size of a palm, square, with complex patterns engraved on the outside. After looking through it for a while, Donald always felt a little strange. The outer packaging of this thing looks very valuable. How did he get the predecessor?

The only thing worth talking about in his family should be a grocery store with a narrow store, right?

The front end of the wooden box is a brass lock. The connecting part is forged to form an embedded snake head, the protruding part is the front lip, and the poisonous fangs are carved inside as engaging parts.

He clamped the upper part and opened it, and the things inside made him close it again.

"This is definitely not my thing? Donald...what did you do before!"

He looked at the surrounding situation secretly, picked up the coffee on the table and drank half a cup of it. The bitter taste made Donald wrinkle his whole face. Sure enough, he couldn't get used to this kind of drink... But this spirit suppressed the panic in his heart.

Open the wooden box again, and a ring was quietly lying in the red cushion inside, with a dark golden ring body made of unknown material, and a thumb-sized amber gem on the ring surface, which directly allows you to see the faint light flowing in it.

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

Putting the ring on your index finger and tightly sew it, it is like tailor-made...

After looking at it for a long time, Donald put his ring in the wooden box, then took out one of the file bags and opened it, which contained several pieces of white paper bound on the corners.

Donald saw the title on the top layer of the paper at first glance: Autopsy report?

Whose corpse is tested?

Abbott Grant.

Lanstina Grant.

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

Below is a large paragraph of text. Donald looked down one by one, recording the condition of the corpse, including the physical condition when it was discovered, etc. It was mixed with a lot of medical knowledge, which Donald couldn't understand, so he simply turned to the end of the report.

There is a passage at the bottom: After investigation, the cause of death of Grant and his wife was burning, and there were no signs of killing him!

Is this the final conclusion?

In the eyes of the person who made the test, this is obviously the conclusion. Who is the poor couple in the grocery store who is so full that they deliberately murder them?

But what Donald saw was the final test of the fork drawn with red strokes on this sentence. The meaning was very clear, but the predecessor didn't believe it!

It would be fine if this fork was just a single one. Donald Grant was just a student at that time, and of course he could not accept the sudden death of his parents. It was normal to have some different ideas. However, Donald saw the same handwriting left in red strokes below the text.

"The things at home are placed in the wrong place. The wooden boxes that my parents didn't let me touch are gone... I can't find them in the relics, it's impossible. My father told me that the boxes cannot be burned... Someone took them away!"

With just this sentence, Donald felt his hair standing up all over his body, and the numbness at the end of his spine continued to rise until his entire scalp was tingling!

The fire that caused the death of his predecessor's parents in memory was not an accident... If this is true, then it was a killing that someone wanted to get something from his parents and set it on fire afterwards!

Who was the one who killed his predecessor’s parents and snatched things?

What was the stolen one?

Why is the autopsy report given by the police station so perfunctorily burning to death? Is it because they don’t want to cause trouble? Or have they had to suppress this matter...

Did the parents of the previous generation really just be just a couple running grocery stores?

Is the wife in the family now taking the initiative to get in touch with her predecessor because of her parents?

......

"Hiss~Where are so many accidents? My parents have problems, my wife has problems, and even if he has problems, can he live a good life?"

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

The waiter next to him watched him kill a cup of sugar-free coffee with two mouthfuls, and his face was full of admiration.

I drink coffee as vodka, and this is the only one who has opened the store.

What can Donald do? He is helpless!

Let the bitter taste fill the entire mouth. This is called using poison to fight poison. Not to mention, the effect is really good. At least you can put the autopsy report back. No matter what happened that year, it would be better to make a few more cups of coffee to make you bitter.

There is another file in this folder, so I can find it out.

"Marriage agreement, well...it's a bit interesting. The relationship between Infinita and me is indeed not simple."

Donald would probably be surprised if he had seen this marriage agreement before, but after reading the autopsy report, he said that he had sublimated.
Chapter completed!