Chapter 92 Chapter Twenty-One

Not long after, the Land Rover stopped at the entrance of the Public Security Bureau. Conan Doyle called his colleagues to bring out several sets of non-textured plastic tape from the warehouse, and then got into the car again in a hurry, but Yin Hui seemed a little idle. "Here we are, let's go down." When the engine turned off, Conan Doyle's chaotic mood also recovered, and he changed back to his original rigid appearance again, as if what happened just now had never happened at all. On the other side, Ouyang Xue and the others had long been a little impatient, and took the non-grained plastic tapes one by one, and gently climbed up to the simple hexagonal altar.

Ouyang Xue first brought her subordinates to take pictures at the scene to collect evidence. After all the preludes were busy, the three people from the Yellow Crane Tower walked to the center of the venue, carried the corpse, and prepared to take it to the Public Security Bureau for further research. Yin Hui smiled wryly and looked at the corpse on the shoulder of the Yellow Crane Tower. The face of this buddy was facing him. It was none other than the one who disappeared from the funeral parlor. The limbs are also considered complete. But the rest of the old men were not so lucky. Their skins had rotted to varying degrees. Among them, Yu Tianlai's body had grown a layer of green and fluffy hair, which reminded Yin Hui of the big zongzi.

"Hey, bastard, move quickly! If you don't move, will I be a woman to do it?" Ouyang Xue shoved Yin Hui. After hearing her words, Yin Hui couldn't help but laugh: "I said, grandma, this is your police's business. I just came to watch the excitement. Is it worth being so serious?" "Hmph!" Ouyang Xue let out a cold snort from his nasal cavity!They went up against each other: "Tell you, our police are here to serve your people, so it's not enough to ask you to serve us once in a while? And this matter has something to do with your master's death, so you can't shirk it." .If you don’t move, you will be treasonous, deceiving your master and destroying your ancestors! You deserve to be struck to death by lightning!”

"That's right, I'll move, can't I move? If I don't move again, I will become the enemy of the people all over the world." Yin Hui smiled bitterly, put his hand around the waist of one of the corpses, and lifted it up On his shoulders, he sighed and walked away. Seeing Yin Hui's devastated look, Ouyang Xue bit her finger and laughed. After Yin Hui carried the last corpse out, the patrolmen had already cordoned off the whole scene, but no one would come to this abandoned place. The body was placed on Conan Doyle's Land Rover, with two in the trunk and two in the back seat.

Yin Hui originally didn't plan to take Conan Doyle's car, but considering what she said just now, sympathy played a role, opened the door, and directly occupied the front passenger. Conan Doyle's expression was a little surprised, probably unexpected.Yin Hui pouted at her angrily: "What's the matter? Let's go!" Conan Doyle's eyes seemed to be a little grateful, he glanced at himself, put the gear on, and galloped forward. Ouyang Xue and others behind him hurriedly followed. When they arrived at the gate of the Public Security Bureau, Yin Hui hurriedly snatched the still intact corpse.

Originally, I wanted to watch the Yellow Crane Tower, Scalpel and Conan Doyle pick up the remaining three rotting corpses, but unexpectedly, at this moment, a stretcher team came out of the Public Security Bureau and took the remaining three corpses to the ground. All three corpses were put on stretchers and carried in quickly. "Hey..." Yin Hui slapped his head: "You are mistaken for your cleverness. It seems that you should be more honest in the future." Public security department, core organs, judicial inspection room. Wearing a mask on the face of the scalpel, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his head.

Although I am an expert in forensic anatomy, there is nothing to be afraid of facing corpses, but when facing these corpses, my hands still tremble, because I have never seen such a severely damaged corpse.And it had rotted long ago, and the stench filled the whole room, and even the thin mask couldn't block the stench. Occasionally, a few white maggots moved around on the corpses. "Ding..." At this moment, the phone on the wall rang, and Conan Doyle pressed the speakerphone. "Team leader, the family members of the deceased heard that we found the body, so they all came here. The special police outside are stopping us."

"This Ouyang Xue, it's really not enough to accomplish something! It doesn't matter what you say." Yin Huiwu muttered to himself. "I didn't say that, really, I really haven't contacted those family members?" Ouyang Xue, who was standing aside, couldn't hold back: "As an inspector, how could I make such a low-level mistake? In my opinion , someone must be playing tricks on it." After speaking, Ouyang Xue stared at Yin Hui resentfully, making him tremble all over. "You really didn't notify them? In the police station, besides you, who knows the phone number of the family of the deceased?" Not only Yin Hui, but even Conan Doyle was a little depressed this time.

Ouyang Xue recalled it carefully for a while, and finally said firmly: "Only I have the phone number of the deceased's family!" "It seems that there is really a traitor among us, let's go and have a look!" After finishing speaking, Conan Doyle ran out the door, but when he reached the door, he was informed by all special warnings that he had already left. "Call out the video just now!" Yin Hui hurriedly looked at the camera above his head. The special police nodded, and accompanied by Conan Doyle, they quickly checked out the video just now. In the picture, the voice was noisy, but I saw a few strange faces trying to squeeze in through the door, but they were all stopped by the special police with fiberglass shields. They didn't stop until the special police captain called. coax away.

"These people?" Conan Doyle pointed with his finger: "Do you know them?" Ouyang Xue shook her head: "I don't know, I have never met the family members of the deceased." "It seems that there must be something strange about it." Yin Hun smiled: "Who knows if someone ordered me to come here to pretend to claim the corpse." When Conan Doyle heard the words, he glanced at him thoughtfully, and nodded slightly. "Come on, everyone go in!" Conan Doyle shook his head and returned to the forensic room. These mysteries are becoming more and more difficult to fathom.

"Team leader, I have made a major discovery!" The scalpel said excitedly when he saw everyone turning back. "What's wrong?" Conan Doyle's eyes lit up. "You'll know when you come here." The scalpel smiled: "Look at the right lung of the deceased." Yin Hui knew the deceased, Yu Tianlai. Everyone focused their attention on the right side of Tianlai's corpse, where a long and thin opening had been made with a scalpel, but the strange thing was that the right lung was empty, and the healthy lobe was actually taken away . "Before the autopsy, the skin here was intact, that is to say, no one has ever made a wound here, just like the first corpse, it disappeared." Speaking of this, the scalpel swallowed hard: "The most bizarre thing is still here." He lifted the shirt of the deceased a little, and then turned over the skin tissue at the heart: "Look, this tattoo!" Everyone was shocked. It seemed that their previous guesses had not gone in the wrong direction. A vivid eye is drawn inside the blue-purple circular frame. The body of the deceased was tattooed with the exact same pattern as Zhao Deshui. "So it turns out that the one who killed them is the same person!" Conan Doyle's eyes froze, exuding a dazzling murderous aura for the first time. The scalpel also fell silent, pinching his fingers tightly.