Chapter 14: Smart is wrong

Soon, Land Rover stopped at the door of the Public Security Hall. Conan Doyle called his colleague to ask his colleague to come up with a few sets of patternless plastic tapes from the warehouse, and then got into the car in a dusty manner. Yin Hui seemed a little idle.

"We're here, let's go down." When the engine was turned off, Conan Doyle's chaotic mood also recovered and returned to his original rigid appearance again, as if what had happened just now had never happened.

On the other hand, Ouyang Xue and others had long been a little impatient. They took the stripless plastic tape one by one and gently climbed up to the simple hexagonal altar.

Ouyang Xue first took her subordinates to take photos and collect evidence on the spot. After all the preludes were finished, the three Huanghelou and three people came to the scene, carried the body, and prepared to take it to the Public Security Department for further research.

Yin Hui looked at the corpse on Huang Helou's shoulder with a wry smile. The guy's face was facing him. He was not someone else, but the missing person in the funeral home. The makeup on his face was still flat and not affected at all, and his limbs were considered complete.

But the other old men were not so lucky. Their skin had decayed to varying degrees. Among them, Yu Tianlai's corpse actually grew a layer of green and fluffy hair, which made Yin Hun unable to help but think of the big rice dumplings in "Ghost Blowing the Light".

"Hey, bastard, move quickly! If you don't move, will it be better if you want me, a woman, to do it?" Ouyang Xue shoved Yin Hui.

After hearing her words, Yin Hui was amused and laughed: "I said aunt, this is your policeman's business. I'm just watching the fun. Can you be so serious?"

"Hmph!" Ouyang Xue let out a cold snorted from her nose and rushed forward: "Tell you that our police are serving your people. If you ask you to serve us occasionally, it will be impossible? Moreover, this matter has something to do with your master's death, so you can't shirk it. If you don't move, it will be a ruthless person, bullying your master and destroying your ancestors! You deserve to be struck by lightning!"

"I can't move it, I can't move it? If I don't move it, I will probably become an enemy of the people of the whole world." Yin Hui smiled bitterly, put his hands on the waist of one of the corpses, and held it on his shoulders, and left with a sigh.

Looking at Yin Hui's crappy appearance, Ouyang Xue actually bit her finger and smiled.

After Yin Hui carried the last body out, the patrol officers blocked the entire scene and put a cordon on it, but no one would come to this abandoned place.

The body was placed on Conan Doyle's Land Rover, two in the trunk and two in the back seat.

Yin Hui was not going to take the Conan Doyle car, but considering what she said just now, she still had a sympathy. She opened the car door and directly occupied the front co-pilot.

Conan Doyle's expression was a little surprised, probably unexpected. Yin Hui said angry at her: "What's wrong? Let's go."

Conan Doyle's eyes seemed a little grateful, and he glanced at himself, hung up the block and rushed forward.

Ouyang Xue and others behind him also hurriedly followed.

When he arrived at the entrance of the Public Security Bureau, Yin Hui hurriedly snatched the pretty complete body.

I originally wanted to see Huanghelou, Scalpel and Conan Doyle carry the remaining three rotten corpses, but unexpectedly, at this moment, a stretcher team came out of the Public Security Bureau, put all the remaining three corpses on the stretcher, and quickly carried them in.

"Hey..." Yin Hui slapped his head: "It's just because he's smart, but because he's smart. It seems that it's better to be honest in the future."

Public Security Department, core organs, and judicial inspection office.

Wearing a mask on the scalpel, a layer of fine beads of sweat oozing out of my head.

Although as a forensic anatomy expert, it is common for me to be afraid of corpses, I still trembled with my hands when facing these corpses because I had never seen such a severely damaged corpse. And it had long been rotten, and the smell filled the entire room, and even the thin mask could not block the smell.

Occasionally, a few white maggots moved around the bodies.

"Ding..." At this time, the phone on the wall rang, and Conan Doyle pressed hands-free.

"The team leader, the family of the deceased, heard that we found the body and all came over. The special police outside are stopping it."

"This Ouyang Xue is really not enough to make trouble! She doesn't speak at all." Yin Hui muttered himself.

"It's not what I said, really, I really haven't contacted those families?" Ouyang Xue, who was standing aside, couldn't help but feel a little worried: "As an inspector, how could I make such a low-level mistake? In my opinion, someone must be a ghost from it." After saying that, Ouyang Xue stared at Yin Hui resentfully, making him tremble all over.

"It's really not you who notified them? Who else in the police station knows the phone number of the deceased's family?" 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: "I am the only one who has the phone number of the family of the deceased!"

"It seems that there is really a traitor among us. Let's go and have a look!" After saying that, Conan Doyle ran out of the door. When he arrived at the door, he was warned by everyone that the person had left.

"Click out the video just now!" Yin Hui hurriedly looked at the camera above his head.

The special police nodded and, accompanied by Conan Doyle, quickly found the video just now.

In the picture, the sound was noisy, but a few strange faces were trying hard to squeeze in through the door, but they were all stopped by the special police holding the fiberglass shield. They didn't disperse until the special police captain called.

"These people?" Conan Doyle pointed with his finger: "Do you know each other?"

Ouyang Xue shook her head: "I don't know you, I have never seen the family members of the deceased."

"It seems that something must be strange about it." Yin Hui smiled: "Who knows if someone was instructed to come here to embezzle the body."

When Conan Doyle heard this, he looked at him thoughtfully and nodded slightly.

"Let's go, everyone will go in!" Conan Doyle shook his head and returned to the judicial prosecution room.

These mysteries are becoming increasingly difficult to figure out.

"Team leader, there is a major discovery!" 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 body, where a slender hole had been cut by a scalpel, but strangely, the right lung was empty, and the very lobes of the lungs were actually picked.

"Before the dissection, the skin here was intact, which means that no one had ever done any trauma here. Like the first corpse, it disappeared." Speaking of this, the scalpel swallowed hard: "The most bizarre thing is here." He lifted the deceased's shirt a little, and then turned up the skin tissue in his heart: "Look, this tattoo!"

Everyone was shocked. It seemed that their previous guesses did not go in the wrong direction.

A round blue-purple frame with a vivid eye painted inside.

The deceased's body was tattooed with a pattern exactly the same as Zhao Deshui.

"So that's it. The ones who killed them were the same person!" Conan Doyle's eyes sterned, and for the first time, it exuded a dazzling murderous aura.
Chapter completed!