A severed finger lay inside.
Bloody, with a strong smell of blood wafting, the fingernail was shattered by glass, and the surface of the skin seemed to be shredded, with layers of flesh exposed to the air.
It was contained in a plastic box within a cardboard box, to prevent blood from leaking.
It's summer now, and the finger is almost rotting, giving off a foul and nauseating stench.
In an instant, the office was enveloped by this smell.
Tang Si's eyes were deep and cold, and a chill spread around him.
He pulled open the drawer, took out a pair of gloves, and removed the plastic box containing the finger from the cardboard box.
At the bottom of the cardboard box, there was a white note.
Printed on it were red words.
——"Tang Si, can you guess whose finger this is? I'm waiting for you to find me. I'd like to have a meal with you, a bloody one."
Tang Si's face was cold and unsightly; this was blatant provocation.
He flipped the paper back and forth, finding nothing unusual.
