Chapter 167: Soul-recruiting ceremony (1)

Feeling the warmth coming out of him, Conan Doyle finally nodded heavily, then wiped away the tears from his face, and nodded: "Now do what you said."

Conan Doyle understood that now his reason was occupied by impulse, and he could not make any sense at all. Moreover, he knew Yin Hui's strength, and Yin Hui's thinking was absolutely true and clear.

After opening the thick iron door in the morgue that was isolated from the world, the two of them went out, and a wave of heat warmed their bodies, and they felt much better. When they walked out of this corridor and saw the huge sun, their hearts were suddenly filled with hope.

After getting into Conan Doyle's car, the two walked towards the local public security bureau. The police officer named Fang Yi was originally in charge of the case.

When they finally found Fang Yi's office as the guard said, it was almost two o'clock in the afternoon. The Public Security Bureau was about to start work and the staff were a little loose.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang. Conan Doyle knocked on Officer Fang Yi's room.

But no one answered inside, she knocked a few more times and shouted: "Officer Fang Yi, I'm Conan Doyle."

"Conan Doyle?" Behind them, several police officers repeated in surprise, and then burst into laughter: "Haha, haha, I didn't expect the detective to come to our police station, which is not shit."

Conan Doyle glared at him angrily, but the man did not restrain himself and still smiled wildly.

Looking at the man's fat body, Yin Hui smiled faintly, then took out a talisman from his arms, shook it in front of the fat policeman, and asked, "Do you know what this is?"

The fat policeman laughed even more presumptuously: "Haha, a big detective is coming to the police station to handle the case."

His unrestrained laughter made the other policemen laugh, and they all watched the show with interest.

"Heavenly Lingling, earthly Lingling, Taishang Laojun is about to appear." Yin Hui deliberately pretended to be a charlatan, then muttered a few words like a joke, pointed at the unrestrained policeman and said, "Give me a slap."

"ha……"

Bang!

The policeman was about to laugh, but he didn't expect that his right hand, which was like a bear's paw, would hit his right face with a bang. It hurt so much that he continued to laugh his crazy laughter.

"What's wrong? What's going on?" The fat policeman was a little stunned. His colleagues were also scared by the scene in front of him. He thought the fat policeman was crazy.

"God said that when someone slaps you in the right face, you stretch your left face over." Yin Hui still had the expression of smiling and not smiling, looking at the fat policeman treacherously.

Bang.

With a crisp sound, the fat policeman really obediently brought his left face to his body, and then left five red handprints on his face with his left hand.

Now the fat policeman was no longer majestic, as if he was on the verge of a ghost. He looked at his left and right hands stupidly, but he was not stunned for a long time. His colleagues and policemen rubbed their eyes one by one, thinking that they had read it wrong.

Yin Hui and Conan Doyle watched the show calmly, and from time to time they hanged their lips and smiled.

"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 seemed to have seen a fierce ghost and quickly sat back on their seats. They didn't dare to say a word, and just worked so meticulously.

"Why don't you call me when you come?" The man walked up with an apology smile on his face, and then shook hands with Conan Doyle enthusiastically: "Please come in, please come in quickly."

Conan Doyle naturally walked into the room with the middle-aged man and sat down.

"Let me introduce this. This is my colleague, Yin Hui, and this is Officer Fang Yi, the policeman who was in charge of this criminal case before."

"Hello, I have long admired Daming." Police Officer Fang Yi looked very enthusiastic: "I have heard of your Daming a long time ago. Please sit down."

Yin Hui was not very familiar with this set of official words and did not say anything, but just smiled politely.

"We are here to ask you for some information this time." Conan Doyle smiled and asked, "I don't know if you have the birthday date of that American boy."

"Date of birth?" Fang Yijing frowned into a Chuanzi: "No, but what do you do when you ask about the birth date and horoscope?"

"Well, we are naturally useful." Conan Doyle answered dullly.

"Haha, I'll print out all the information for you." Police Officer Fang Yi noticed that the atmosphere was not right. It was obvious that Conan Doyle didn't want to answer this question and made a smoother round: "If you have anything else to help, just speak up, don't be polite to me."

"Well, we will trouble you." Yin Hui smiled slightly: "Okay, let's go first."

Conan Doyle nodded as well.

"Okay, I'll leave you two, so I won't leave you two anymore." Fang Yi nodded and bowed and sent them away.

When passing by the fat policeman, Yin Hui looked at him deliberately. The guy obviously hadn't reacted yet. He stared at Yin Hui's leaving figure with his eyes fixed on him. Finally, he showed deep fear on his face, buried his head under a lot of information, and did not dare to look at her more.

Another thing that made him unable to understand was why Officer Fang Yi would nod and bow for more than these two people.

It was not until Fang Yi saw the two of them back that the fat man grabbed his arm with horror and asked nervously: "Boss, what are the identities of those two people just now?"

The other policemen also pricked their ears, wanting to hear what the thin young man came from, even Fang Yi nodded and bowed to him.

"Those two people." Fang Yi's eyes were also a little scared: "National Security Bureau, don't mess with them if you're okay."

"National Security Bureau..." The fat man repeated the words with trembling mouth, and finally there was a deep fear in his eyes, and his whole body suddenly fell limp and he didn't say a word for a long time.

"What's wrong?" Fang Yi looked at the fat man's strange expression and asked curiously.

"Nothing, nothing." The fat man shook his head repeatedly, then buried his head in the information again, and did not dare to say a word for a long time.

"Yeah, it's fine." Fang Yi glanced at the fat man suspiciously, turned around and entered the office.

Inside Conan Doyle's car.

Yin Hui looked at the information in his hand and breathed a sigh of relief: "I finally found a clue."

Conan Doyle also nodded: "Let's go, go to the office."

Yin Hui was on fire and hung up the gear with agility. The car rushed out like an angry wild leopard, making a series of harsh sounds of rubbing against the ground.

Conan Doyle is the convener with a calm expression. It is time for members of the Incredible Group to show their skills.

When we arrived at the abandoned National Security Bureau branch, we entered the office according to the prescribed procedures. After the intensified repairs a few days ago, the basic functions of the office have been restored.

"Sun Tian, ​​search how many people were born in Beijing on this day." Conan Doyle handed over the densely printed information in his hand. The dates of birth of several victims on the information were marked with pencils, both of which were the same year, month and day.

Sun Tian is a sniper in the team, but he rarely uses it. This kid is also good at hacker attacks and spends most of his time on stealing passwords and attacking servers.

I once broke into the official website of weather forecasts and filled in a few bright big words in the most eye-catching position: "The scalpel is a bastard."

They were criticized by the superiors for this matter because their actions were not secretly hidden and they posted the names of the incredible group members.

After searching, Sun Tian finally shouted seriously: "It's found out that there are 1,300 people born on the same day in Beijing."

"One thousand three hundred people?" Hearing this huge data, she frowned again. How can she check this? One thousand three hundred people, one by one?

"These people must have other things in common, come and have a look." Conan Doyle distributed the information printed with the victim's information, so that they could think about it.

"These are all handles." Huang Helou said: "If you rule out, how many people are there?"

It is worthy of being the old policeman, and he has formed a fixed routine in handling cases, and he can even think of it without even thinking.

"There are still six hundred and fifty three people." Sniper Sun Tian said.

"Six hundred and fifty-three people?" Everyone was stunned.

"Can we not break up, my dear, don't leave..." A pleasant ringtone came, and the melody of Da Zhangwei's song "Can we not break up" was incompatible with the tense atmosphere on the scene, which suddenly distracted everyone's attention.

"Damn it, I finally sorted out a little bit of the clue, but it was disrupted all of a sudden." Blasting expert Sun Dong cursed and covered his head.

"I'm sorry, it's Fang Yi's phone call." Conan Doyle smiled apologetically, then walked out of the room and answered the phone.

Yin Hui continued to focus on the information, trying to find out what several people have in common.

But he had just gathered his energy, but the door was pushed open with a slam. The thoughts that had finally gathered together were broken again. He looked up at Conan Doyle with some complaint.

But she found that she was worried and sighed and shook her head: "A girl died. According to the on-site investigation, it was still the same routine crime method that was the habitual criminal."

"Girl?" Huang Helou was stunned for a moment and sighed.
Chapter completed!