After the bedroom door closed, Doctor Gao and his Youngest Maternal Uncle looked at the bloodstained empty liquor bottle. Neither dared touch it directly. Using paper to hold it, they took it to the kitchen and rinsed it clean, then threw it into the trash only after making sure no traces remained.
"Looks like your dad really did drink too much. He even cut his own hand." His Youngest Maternal Uncle lied through his teeth, and Doctor Gao did not contradict him. They tacitly agreed not to disturb his father again. "Let's check the other rooms. If nothing's missing, there's no need to call the police."
"You're right, Youngest Maternal Uncle." Doctor Gao kept busy until past four. He finally managed to lie down, but his eyes had barely closed before a sharp crack came from outside his room.
An empty liquor bottle smashed against the wall, scattering glass across the floor. The sun had not even risen yet, but his grandfather's screams were already ringing out.
Doctor Gao pushed open his bedroom door and ran to his grandfather's bedside with his Youngest Maternal Uncle, his quilt still in his arms.
The old man, who was in his seventies, clutched his head and tumbled off the bed, rolling around on the floor in agony.
"My head! My head! My head!"
"Come on, nephew, take a look at him!" His Youngest Maternal Uncle could not hold the old man down, and Doctor Gao was just as bewildered. There were no injuries on the old man's body, but the pain on his face was real.
"Grandpa, where does it hurt? Your head?"
"My heads were cut off! Someone cut off all my heads while I was asleep last night!" His grandfather said he had eight heads, but now only one remained. His