Chapter 80 Chapter 9: Ancient Mark

"This..." Yin Hui was a little embarrassed for a while, he didn't want to be misunderstood, especially Tang Yan. "Ah! By the way, I remember you. I seem to have seen you somewhere..." The sudden appearance of Conan Doyle made Tang Yan a little confused. After all, the other party was a rare foreigner, but he was a foreigner. Still a high official in China. Fortunately, time has diluted the indifference between each other. When Tang Yan looked at this foreign beauty again, she finally found something unusual. "By the way, you...you were... that day, on the computer..." Tang Yan stopped talking abruptly when she said this. This trendy vocabulary was spoken without any hindrance, not to mention that Conan Doyle helped him out of the siege just now, so he had to worry about the other party's face anyway.

Conan Doyle showed a sensual movement, and slightly pursed his delicate red lips: "Nice to meet again, Miss Tang Yan." Naturally, she knew the relationship between Tang Yan and Yin Hui, so don't forget what she was doing Yes, just from Tang Yan's eyes, she knew what the other party wanted to say. It should be the previous misunderstanding, right? "How about it! Tang Yan, Feifei, you go back first, this police officer and I still have some business to do." Yin Hui changed the topic in time. Tang Yan let out a cold snort from her nasal cavity: "Are you sure it's just business?"

"Then what else is there?" Conan Doyle blinked slyly, with a bit of seductiveness in his voice. "It's nothing, nothing!" Yin Hui knew that if this foreign goblin continued to get mixed up, the whole matter would really get darker and darker, so he decided to make a quick decision: "Sure, it's just a matter of business." "Oh! That's about the same, remember to come back early." Tang Yan gave Conan Doyle a provocative look, and then nodded in relief. After sending the two of them back to the apartment, Yin Hui waved his hand downstairs, and then walked towards the off-road vehicle aggrievedly. In the car, Conan Doyle had already rolled down the window, and seeing someone trembling, he couldn't help but He chuckled and said, "The smell of vinegar in the car is so strong!"

"And it's sour." "You big-headed ghost, drive!" Yin Hui closed the door heavily, picked up the air freshener in the car, and threw it at Conan Doyle. "Smell this and it won't be sour!" "Oh! No, the scalpel said that chemical spices are very harmful to the lungs..." Conan Doyle shook his head again and again. "Then you still put it in the car?" Yin Hui smiled angrily. "You're right." After speaking, Conan Doyle rolled down the window again and threw out the air freshener: "Now, everyone is healthy." Half an hour's drive, whether it is close or not, is not far.After walking around the city for a few times, I arrived at a white building complex. The decoration here is quite gorgeous. There are many government officials holding documents, busy back and forth, and the working atmosphere is extremely strong.But this is only a superficial situation, because through the glass door, it takes two hundred steps to enter the core area of ​​the building. Immediately after being inspected, it descends from the elevator to the third floor, where the real office of the Public Security Bureau is located.

Raising the remote control in his hand, he turned on the switch of the bullet-proof glass: "Yin Hui, I think so! Since you like this place, but you don't want to be involved in cumbersome business affairs. It's better to hang up a position. How about joining the group?" Conan Doyle's lure came as promised. "Forget it, I can't bear it..." Yin Hui is now thinking about how much he can sell these glasses if he steals them away... "Humph" being rejected, Conan Doyle felt a little uncomfortable in his heart: "I don't know about your virtue? It's just that there are two beauties staying at home, and I don't want to move away. Could it be that I am not as good as you?" Are they?" Conan Doyle suddenly got close to Yin Hui's body, and the unique body fragrance of European women was indeed a catalyst of desire.

Yin Hui didn't make any drastic moves, just looked at her with a smile. "Okay! I've convinced you. You are the first man who I can't see through!" A few minutes later, Conan Doyle finally gave up his pointless efforts and spread his hands, showing a look of helplessness expression. "However" Speaking of this, she changed the topic: "I may not be able to attract you, but today's matter will definitely attract you!" "Oh?" After hearing what she said, Yin Hui couldn't help being startled: "Are you so confident?" "Yes!" Conan Doyle nodded, with a mysterious smile: "The cause of your master's death has already been revealed, because we have discovered another key clue."

"What clue?" Yin Hui couldn't wait. "Come with me!" Conan Doyle snapped his fingers. In the judicial inspection room, Scalpel and Yellow Crane Tower are playing Chinese chess with great interest. Looking at the situation in the Chuhe-Han area, it is obvious that Scalpel is gone.Seeing Conan Doyle coming, he seemed to see a savior pushing a chess piece: "No more, no more, the boss is here." "You!" Yellow Crane Tower smiled, noncommittal to this guy's trickery. "How is that matter handled?" Conan Doyle called Yin Hui to sit down, put on his felt hat and sunglasses, and looked at the two with solemn expressions.

"There is no progress for the time being. This kind of symbol is really special. It has never been recorded in official history or unofficial history." The scalpel said. "What symbol?" Yin Hui faintly felt that this symbol should have a lot to do with his master's death. "Come on, friend, come with me to the back room, and you'll know when you see it." The scalpel changed into a white coat, and led everyone into the morgue. It stopped in front of a drawer number and pulled it hard. Zhao Deshui The corpse slowly slid out. "Master..." Yin Hui put his hands on the edge of the drawer, with an unnatural expression.

"Look, here." The scalpel picked up a laser pointer and fixed the light spot on Zhao Deshui's chest cavity. At that part, the epidermis had been completely turned out, revealing a hollow. Yin Hui raised his head and saw that there seemed to be a brand mark in the skin and mucous membrane of Zhao Deshui's heart. The brand mark was very strange. It was a blue-purple circular frame on the outside, but it was in the shape of an eye inside. Yin Hui's heart skipped a beat, and he fell to his knees: "Who the hell is so vicious, and scalded this kind of thing on my master's skin?"

Thinking that Zhao Deshui could not be buried in the ground so far, Yin Hui's heart felt sour for no reason. "Yin Hui, my condolences are changing, but please listen to me, it seems that this mark was not engraved on the old man after his death, but it existed about forty years ago." Conan Doyle patted him on the shoulder . "What, this kind of symbol was already marked forty years ago?" Yin Hui's eyes widened in surprise: "Then how did you know?" Ke Daonan shrugged and pointed at the scalpel: "Ask him! He is an expert in human anatomy." The scalpel coughed pretentiously, and directed Yin Hui's gaze to his fingertips: "You should take a look at this group of photos first!"

After finishing speaking, he walked to a microcomputer next to him, held the mouse tightly with his right hand, and opened a black folder on the computer desktop. Immediately, a row of biological photos appeared in front of everyone: "This picture It is a picture of the secretion of dead meat in human tissue. As early as 2003, American scientists have proved that if it grows with human tissue and there is no stomach acid around it, then no matter how long it takes It will be digested by humans, and it will not rot. This also indirectly proves that this mark can be parasitic in the body for forty years." "In addition, dead meat has signs of resurrection in the body, that is, it will produce some life characteristics, such as the production of some liquids, just like our adrenal glands secrete adrenaline, and pancreatic islets secrete insulin. The secretions produced by these dead meat We call it coffee liquid. Because there is enough evidence to show that the color of the secretion secreted by these dead meat is similar to the color of coffee. According to the measurement of coffee liquid in Mr. Zhao's body, we guess that this foreign tissue has parasitized in his body At least forty years." The scalpel reluctantly explained the technical terms and Yin Hui in a popular way, but he still heard that the other party was like falling into the clouds and rain, and he was at a loss. "To be honest, I'm a layman, so I don't understand how much of your explanation is true and what's not. I just want to get an answer, that is, is this imprint really what you said? It has existed for forty years. How long?" After sorting out the clues for a long time, Yin Hui decided to put aside the topic and go straight to the center. At least, he didn't want to continue entangled in this boring academic problem. "Well! I'm sure!" The scalpel pondered for a moment, and gave the final answer: "Because this is the only tenable explanation at present." As if to prove his deduction, he made three steps and two steps Walking in front of Zhao Deshui's corpse, he bowed to Yin Hui, excused himself, and turned the lancet in his hand to create a bright spot of light. When the spot dispersed, the tip of the knife had already touched the corpse's wrist. An artery was gently cut open: "Come and see for yourself! His blood has completely turned into coffee color." Yin Hui looked up, and sure enough, a lot of black-yellow liquid was slowly oozing from the wound, which was quite different from the color of ordinary blood, as if it had been dyed, or poisoned by some unknown toxin. "The temperature of the air conditioner under the bed has reached minus degrees Celsius, so there is no need to bandage the wound. After a few minutes, it will condense automatically." After the scalpel finished speaking, he picked up a roll of sterilized towel and absorbed the blood on Zhao Desai's hands. Then he sorted out his posture and put his hands upright and flat on his chest.Sure enough, after he finished all this, a thin layer of frost had formed on the wound. "Thank you for your respect!" Yin Hui nodded and smiled kindly at him. "No, I'm not professional in handling the dead. I'm laughing in front of you." The scalpel put down the towel and leaned against the operating table. "According to my personal intuition, I think this strange mark, or totem, should be related to a certain race in ancient times." "It makes sense!" Yin Hui nodded, and he also felt that the mark on Old Zhao's body seemed to come from a lost civilization. "Hehe! Listen to what I have to say." The scalpel shook his head: "I have looked up relevant information and consulted with many front-line historians in China, but unfortunately, the results were nothing." "Is there no similar symbol?" Yin Hui frowned. "In my opinion, it's better not to do these useless efforts without being sure what this symbol represents. The murderer is likely to appear again." Yellow Crane Tower opened his mouth at the right time. After finishing speaking, he seemed to be taboo about something, and his face was a little ugly.In order to avoid embarrassment, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket, swallowed a cigarette, and lit it.