Chapter 150 Chapter 8: The Evocation Ceremony

Feeling the warmth emanating from his body, Conan Doyle finally nodded heavily, then wiped away the tears on his face, and nodded: "Now do as you said." Conan Doyle understands that his rationality is now occupied by impulse, and he can't figure out the slightest clue. Moreover, he understands Yin Hui's strength, and Yin Hui's thinking on this matter is absolutely true and clear. Opening the heavy iron door of the mortuary that isolates the world, the two of them went out. The waves of heat warmed their bodies, and the two of them felt much better.When I walked out of this corridor and saw the huge sun, my heart was filled with hope.

After getting into Conan Doyle's car, the two walked towards the local Public Security Bureau. A police officer named Fang Yi was originally in charge of the case. When they finally found Fang Yi's office according to what the guard said, it was almost two o'clock in the afternoon. The Public Security Bureau had probably just started work, and the staff was a little loose. Bang bang bang.Conan Doyle knocked on Officer Fang Yi's room. But there was no answer inside, so she knocked a few more times and called out, "Officer Fang Yi, I'm Conan Doyle." "Conan Doyle?" Behind them, a few police officers repeated in surprise, and then burst into laughter: "Haha! Haha! I didn't expect the great detective to come to our stupid police station."

Conan Doyle glared at him angrily, but the man didn't hold back at all, still smiling wildly. Looking at the man's fat body, Yin Hui smiled faintly, then took out a charm from his bosom, waved it in front of the fat policeman, and asked, "Do you know what this is?" The fat policeman laughed even more wildly: "Haha! A big detective came to the police station with a big stick to handle the case." His wanton laughter provoked the other policemen to laugh too, and they all watched this good show with great interest. "The heavens are spirited, the earth is spirited, the Taishang Laojun will show up soon." Yin Hui deliberately pretended to be a magic stick, then said a few words as if joking, pointed to the presumptuous policeman with both hands and said: "Slap me. "

"what……" Snapped! The policeman just wanted to laugh, but he didn't expect that his right hand, which was like a bear's paw, slapped him on the right side of the face. The burning pain forced his maniacal laughter down. "What's wrong? What's going on here?" The fat policeman was a little dazed, and his colleagues were also frightened by the scene in front of him, thinking that the fat policeman was crazy. "God said, when someone hits you on the right cheek, you stretch out the other cheek too." Yin Hui still had the expression of smiling but not smiling, looking at the fat policeman treacherously.

Snapped. With a crisp sound, the fat policeman really obediently moved his left cheek, and then left five red handprints on his face with his left hand. Now the fat policeman lost his prestige at all, as if a ghost was on his upper body, he looked at his left and right hands stupidly, and didn't come to his senses for a long time, his fellow policemen also rubbed their eyes one by one, thinking it was I was wrong. Yin Hui and Conan Doyle watched this good show so calmly, with a smile on their lips from time to time. "Ah! Conan Doyle, why are you here?" A thick middle-aged man's voice came from the door.Hearing this thick middle-aged voice, all the policemen quickly sat back in their seats as if they had seen a fierce ghost, not daring to say a word, just working so meticulously.

"Why don't you call me when you're here." The man walked up with an apologetic smile on his face, and then warmly shook hands with Conan Doyle: "Please come in, please come in." Conan Doyle naturally followed the middle-aged man into the room and sat down. "Let me introduce, this is my colleague, Yin Hui, and this is police officer Fang Yi, who was in charge of this criminal case before." "Hello, I have known your name for a long time." The police officer Fang Yi seemed very enthusiastic: "I have heard of your name a long time ago. Please sit down."

Yin Hui was not very familiar with this set of official language, so he didn't say anything, but smiled politely. "We came here this time to ask you for some information." Conan Doyle smiled, and then asked, "I don't know if you have the birthday date of that little American boy." "Birthdate?" Fang Yi landscape frowned, "I don't have that, but what do you ask about the date of birth?" "Well, of course we are useful for this." Conan Doyle replied dully. "Hehe! I'll print out all the information for you!" Police officer Fang Yi noticed that the atmosphere at the scene was not right, and it was obvious that Conan Doyle didn't want to answer this question, so he kept smoothing things over: "If you need any help, just ask , don't be polite to me."

"Well, we will trouble you." Yin Hui smiled slightly: "Okay, let's go first!" Conan Doyle also nodded. "Well, the two of you are busy, and I won't keep the two of you." Fang Yi nodded and bowed and sent the two of them away. When passing by the fat policeman, Yin Hui took a special look. The guy obviously hadn't reacted yet. Buried under a large pile of materials, I dare not look at her more. There was another point that he couldn't figure out, why police officer Fang Yi nodded and bowed more than these two people. It wasn't until Fang Yi sent the two of them back that the fat man grabbed his arm in horror and asked nervously, "Boss, who were those two people just now?"

The rest of the policemen also pricked up their ears, wanting to hear the origin of that skinny young man. Even Fang Yi nodded and bowed to him. "Those two people!" Fang Yi's eyes were also a little frightened: "The National Security Bureau, don't provoke them if you have nothing to do." "National Security Bureau..." The fat man repeated tremblingly, and finally his eyes showed deep fear, his whole body went limp, and he didn't say a word for a long time. "What's the matter?" Fang Yi looked at the fat man's strange expression and asked curiously.

"It's nothing, it's nothing." The fat man shook his head again and again, and then buried his head in the file again, not daring to say a word for a long time. "Well, it's fine." Fang Yi glanced at the fat man suspiciously, then turned and went into the office. Inside Conan Doyle's car. Yin Hui looked at the information in his hand, and let out a long sigh of relief: "Finally, I found a clue." Conan Doyle also nodded: "Let's go! Go to the office." Yin Hui turned on the ignition and put it into gear quickly. The car rushed out like an angry wild leopard, making a series of screeching sounds of rubbing against the ground.

Conan Doyle is the convener with a calm expression. It's time for the members of the incredible group to show their talents. Arriving at the abandoned branch of the National Security Bureau, I entered the office according to the prescribed procedures. After intensive repairs in the past few days, the basic functions of the office have been restored. "Sun Tian, ​​find out how many people are born on this day in Beijing." Conan Doyle handed over the densely printed information in his hand, on which the dates of birth of several victims were marked with pencils, It's all the same month and day. Sun Tian is the sniper in the team, but he rarely uses it. This kid is also good at hacking, and most of the time he is responsible for stealing passwords and attacking servers. Once even broke into the official website of the weather forecast, and filled in a few bright characters in the most prominent position: "The scalpel is a bastard." For this matter, they were even criticized by their superiors, because their actions were not secretive, and they posted the names of the incredible team members. After a search, Sun Tian finally shouted solemnly: "We found out, there are 1,300 people born on the same day in Beijing." "1,300 people?" Hearing this huge data, she frowned again. How can I check this?1,300 people, checking one by one? "These people must have other things in common, come and have a look." Conan Doyle distributed the material with the victim's information printed on it, asking them to use their brains to think about it. "These are all with handles." Yellow Crane Tower said: "Exclude, how many people are there?" As expected of the old policeman, he has formed a fixed routine for handling cases, and he can figure it out without even thinking about it. "There are six hundred and fifty three people." Sniper Sun Tian said. "Six hundred and fifty-three people?" Everyone froze for a moment. "Can we not break up, my dear, don't go..." A pleasant bell sounded, and the melody of Da Zhangwei's "Can We Not Break Up" was incompatible with the tense atmosphere of the scene, distracting everyone's attention force. "Fuck, it was so easy to sort out a little bit of the clue, but it was disrupted all of a sudden." Demolition expert Sun Dong cursed and covered his head. "Sorry, it's Fang Yi's call." Conan Doyle smiled apologetically, then walked out of the room and connected the phone. Yin Hui continued to look at the information attentively, trying to find out the commonalities of several people. But just as he gathered his energy, the door was pushed open with a slam, and the thoughts that had been so easy to get together were broken again. He looked up at Conan Doyle with some complaints. But she found that her face was full of sorrow, she sighed and shook her head: "A girl died. According to the investigation at the scene, it was the serial criminal's modus operandi." "Girl?" Yellow Crane Tower was stunned for a moment, then sighed. "There are still 1,300 people." Sniper Sun Tian reminded everyone again: "Then the murderer will not want to kill these 1,300 people!" "Yin Hui, come with me to the scene to deal with it, and you continue to stay here to see what the rules are and rule them out." Conan Doyle ordered everyone without hesitation. "Well, Yin Hui, you go! Take good care of the boss." The scalpel patted Yin Hui's shoulder earnestly, and then continued to stare at the information in his hand. The pretending expression of the scalpel teased the tense atmosphere of the scene. He is the pistachio of the team, bursting out a happy jelly bean from time to time, keeping everyone in a happy mood, which can also help everyone diverge their thinking think. "Let's go!" Yin Hun hammered the scalpel's chest, and walked out with Conan Doyle. The crime scene this time is a hospital. The white-style hospital looks very clean. For some reason, Yin Hui is particularly disgusted with the hospital. In his heart, the hospital is simply synonymous with vampires. He probably read the news some time ago and knew that medicine is far higher than real estate. A big profit product, hospitals are not vampires or what. Passing through the densely packed stalls of small vendors in front of the door, I finally squeezed into the gate of the hospital, took the elevator and went straight to the fourth floor. The stairs were not very busy. A doctor had long been waiting for the two of them by the elevator. After identifying them, the uniformed nurse led them to the fourth floor. As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, the two policemen turned two turns and entered the long corridor of the hospital. "You two, I didn't know Taishan before, so I hope you can forgive me." As he was walking nervously, a policeman next to him suddenly apologized softly.When he saw it, it turned out to be the fat policeman he met in the police station today. "Yeah." Yin Hui's heart had already flown to the scene, and he didn't have time to pay attention to the fat man. When the fat man heard his answer, a big stone in his heart fell to the ground. Knowing that the two of them were not narrow-minded people who would pay every penny, he took them with him in a relaxed manner. Walking to a room at the end of the hospital, the fat policeman stopped and motioned him to go in. Looking through the glass, nothing abnormal could be seen at all. When he opened the door, a strong smell of medicine pervaded the nostrils of the two crazily.Ignoring these things, he hurried up and found a girl lying on the hospital bed inside. This is a double ward, but the other person should have been transferred to the ward, and the inside has been tidied up.This is a little girl who looks about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth. If it weren't for the bruised red spot on her neck, she would never have discovered that the girl was actually dead. "Where's her family?" He frowned, then asked. "The family members are all in the dean's office." The fat policeman replied respectfully. "Well!" Conan Doyle nodded, and walked up to take a closer look. Except for a white rope hanging from the hook where the lamp stick was originally hung, he didn't see anything abnormal. There was no sign of struggle.And it looks like the girl died peacefully. "It's strange, if it was murder, why didn't the girl struggle? The clothes on the girl are intact." Conan Doyle raised his own question, then looked at Yin Hui, and cast a look for help. "I don't know if the previous corpses are the same as hers, and there are no signs of struggle." Yin Hui looked at the fat policeman behind him, because when Yin Hui and the others took over this case, those murders had already happened , so they haven't seen the previous murder scenes. "Well, this is also one of the many suspicious points. The scene is the same as here, without any fighting scenes." The fat policeman said. He had handled this case with Police Officer Fang Yi before, so he was very familiar with the murder scene. "This is strange." Yin Hui was taken aback for a moment, and finally looked at the fat policeman. The reason why this guy is proud is that he must have some capital, and he must be considered a veteran in the police station! "What do you think about this?" Yin Hui looked at the fat policeman. The fat policeman thought for a while, and finally sighed: "We didn't find any clues, and we couldn't analyze the murder motive of the habitual offender, and we couldn't find any doubts about the scene where there were no traces of struggle. Please also ask this gentleman to tell me Explain explain." The fat policeman began to compliment him. Knowing Yin Hui's identity, he thought that getting to know someone from the National Security Bureau would be of great help to his career. But Yin Hui ignored him, just looked at Conan Doyle, and smiled helplessly: "What do you think about this?" "Hey! I don't know what to do anymore." She sighed: "According to the practice of our National Security Bureau..." At this point, she glanced at the fat policeman and didn't continue talking. The fat policeman nodded knowingly, took the colleague next to him down, and closed the door. "According to the usual practice, retrieve the soul of the deceased, and then ask what happened." "Calling the soul?" Yin Hui smiled lightly: "This is a good way to handle the case. There are two people who know the case most clearly, one is the murderer and the other is the victim. Find any one of them. Anyone can make this case come to light. Since the murderer cannot be traced, we can only search for the victim." "Yes, it is indeed a good method, but it is not easy to call back the soul. Have you used this method before?" Conan Doyle nodded and sighed: "I have used it, but it was a long time ago, about twenty years ago. At that time, the leader of the incredible group was an authentic Taoist successor. Many years old. After his death, he has never summoned the soul. Because no one can have the cultivation level of the master, not even Master Niaoniao and the Taoist nun. If you want to summon the soul, you have to find another expert." Said At this point, she looked at Yin Hui, and asked, "I wonder if you can shoulder this soul-calling ceremony?" "Me?" Yin Hui gave a wry smile, took two steps back, looked at himself in the mirror, and smiled: "Do you think I can?" "Okay, you can definitely do it. As the successor of the Taoist Lianzong, who else can do it if you can't." Conan Doyle praised. "How do you know that I am the descendant of Taoist Lianzong?" "Since it's my subordinate, I have to see clearly inside and out of you." Conan Doyle stared at Yin Hui with a smile on his face, but what he felt was cold. The meaning of her words was so rich that he couldn't understand it. "How about it, this time I will entrust you with the soul calling task." She just looked at Yin Hui like this, and finally asked: "If you disagree, we have to take coercive measures." "Coercive measures?" Yin Hui's eyes widened, and he looked at Conan Doyle in disbelief: "No way! We are a formal national organization, and we must abide by national laws and regulations. What is the difference between you forcing it and the underworld? ?” "Underworld?" Conan Doyle looked at Yin Hui with a cold smile: "I tell you, we are a legal underworld organization." "Okay! I've convinced you." He sighed, then shook his head: "I'll try my best tonight! But if it doesn't work, don't blame me." He deliberately put on a relaxed expression, and then Looking at the longing Conan Doyle. "Success, I will give you a bonus if this is done." She looked very happy, she tidied up the scene, she was as excited as a little girl, her joy was beyond words, she took Yin Hui and left the scene , let the fat policeman deal with the scene. "What are we going to do next?" Conan Doyle was like Yin Hui's younger brother, and now he had to ask for his opinion on everything he did. Yin Hui suddenly remembered what Conan Doyle once said to himself: "If you are willing to join the incredible team, then you can also take the position of team leader." Isn't she going to give up the position of team leader to me?He thought about it with some fear, and then there was only one word in his mind, and that was no.No matter what method he uses, even if it is a coercive measure, he only has one word in the end, no.I will definitely not be the leader of the incredible group. The two were silent for a while, speechless. It was only at the end that Conan Doyle asked again: "What should I do next?" The voice was a little melancholy and unnatural. "What do you say, you are the team leader, and I will listen to you." With a faint smile on Yin Hui's face, he looked at Conan Doyle, perhaps because his ability was exposed too much before, so in her eyes Li was regarded as a supernatural power, if she didn't fully demonstrate her abilities, maybe she would change her mind about making herself the team leader. "Don't hide it, I know what you are thinking. Although you are not willing to accept this burden, our slogan is to serve the people and serve the building of socialism with Chinese characteristics. You have to put this belief in the first place Come up and think about the problem." Conan Doyle patiently educated Yin Hui. Before they knew it, the two walked out of the corridor of the hospital and came down the stairs again.There are still people coming and going in the hospital, most of them are patients, wearing the unique patient uniforms, because the clothes are all one size, so some thin and short people look a little bloated. Some patients will be accompanied by a nurse, who will take care of them attentively and attentively. A white miniskirt uniform is full of endless temptation, and Yin Hui has the urge to spray nosebleeds. The patients with nurses are all distinguished people, so it is the dream of many nurses to be close to them. Why not do it while looking for opportunities while working? "Look, these angels in white are actually serving the people. We are not. We just deceive the people and keep them from knowing the truth." Yin Hui smiled faintly: "Stop talking, I will definitely I will not be the leader of the incredible group." "But..." Conan Doyle still wanted to fight, but now her expression was ugly, as if the belief that had been supporting him to live had burst instantly. Before he finished speaking, Yin Hui has already quickened his pace and walked out from the hospital door. There is a big red cross sign above the gate of the hospital, dazzling and shining, but when he passed by below, he felt a bit of coolness, felt it carefully, and realized that the red cross was full of wronged souls, he opened his yin and yang eyes and looked at it. The Red Cross, it was found that the ghosts who died due to medical accidents may not have reached the date of death, so they cannot be reincarnated, so they can only wait here.