Chapter 86: Scalpel, Yellow Crane Tower

"I'm sorry, Yin Hui, this is a routine matter. On the one hand, it is the purpose of our group, and on the other hand, I don't want your master to die in an unknown way." Conan Doyle comforted him with gentle words and stepped forward to pat him.

Shoulder: "Besides, didn't we inform you afterwards?"

"Go away!" Yin Hui glanced at her, shook his shoulders, and shook off Conan Doyle's hand. Then he walked to the morgue, knelt down like a mountain of gold and a jade pillar, and choked out: "Master

, My disciple is unfilial and did not fulfill your instructions before your death. Now that I think about it, it would have been better to have been cremated at the beginning, so as not to be abused by those who were willing to do so." After saying this, he kowtowed heavily on the ground three times.

Conan Doyle and Yellow Crane Tower looked at each other speechlessly, and could only shake their heads with a wry smile.

They also heard that Yin Hui was purely criticizing Sang and Huai. Didn't he mean that the three of them were inhumane? But if they think about it carefully, if they consider it from a moral perspective, the three of them are indeed a bit inhumane...

After all, they secretly transported Zhao Deshui's remains to the Public Security Department without the permission of the victim's family.

Looking at the two people with awkward expressions, Scalpel smiled slightly and decided to put the matter aside for now. Then he walked to Yin Hui and lifted up the plastic sheet covering Zhao Deshui's body.

Zhao Deshui's face was calm and well-groomed. There was only an S-shaped wound on his chest, which was slightly turned outward, exposing the tissue in the chest.

"Tell me, why did you come to me today?" Yin Hui knew that the scalpel's movements must be what he wanted to express, so he turned to look at Conan Doyle and tried his best to hold back his fluctuating emotions.

, spoke calmly: "If you don't give me a reasonable explanation, our friendship will really not last any longer."

"Oh, no!" Conan Doyle waved his hands repeatedly, and in a hurry, he even said something in English: "Mr. Exorcist, I will give you a satisfactory answer, but now have you discovered that Mr. Zhao's body

, something...is wrong?" Her Chinese is indeed very bad. If Yin Hui hadn't known her for a while, it would have been a bit difficult to recognize her.

"Something's wrong?" Yin Hui looked at the body again with full doubts: "Is there nothing wrong?"

At this time, he seemed to understand something and frowned: "Conan Doyle, I am warning you for the last time. Do you think this is fun?"

It was difficult for Conan Doyle to find useful Chinese words for a while, but she knew that if this continued, with Yin Hui's temper, she would definitely get misunderstood. Fortunately, the scalpel came to the rescue in time: "It's very simple, you just need to

Look at the position of the deceased’s heart.”

Yin Hui reached out his hand dubiously and touched it gently, but found that the place where he pressed was immediately deflated. His expression changed, and he desperately opened the wound, only to discover the location of the left atrium.

It was empty, leaving a large gap.

"Where is my master's heart?" Yin Hui stared at the scalpel angrily, almost shouting.

This made Conan Doyle, who was next to him, slightly touched. From the time he met this oriental man until now, he had never seen him so angry. This shows how close this old man named Zhao is to his friendship.

deep.

"Don't be angry. Once a person is angry, it will intensify the expansion of the alveoli and inhibit breathing..." The scalpel raised his eyebrows and dimmed his eyes: "Actually, when I opened your master's body, I already discovered his

The heart is gone."

"Nonsense!" Yin Hui glared at the scalpel angrily and at this weird guy who always kept his mood and anger secretive: "Do you think I can be as easy to deceive as a three-year-old child? You took away the organ.

Right? Put it back, otherwise don't blame me for letting you lie down and go out!" The five fingers suddenly clenched tightly, and there was a cracking sound of the joints.

"Yin Hui, it is indeed as the scalpel said. During his autopsy, it was found that Mr. Zhao's heart was not in the chest at all." Conan Doyle quickly explained: "It is for this reason that we discovered the abnormality. We thought

I came to you to find out the real situation, but now it seems that you don’t know either.”

Seeing that Conan Doyle's expression didn't look like he was faking, Yin Hui's expression softened. He stretched out his hand and carefully groped up and down Zhao Deshui's body to see if there were any other abnormalities.

It was right to think about it. If this weird guy really wanted to take away his master's organs, he could not tell himself, and he would never know that what was buried in the cemetery now was just an empty coffin that had been tampered with.

.

But just now, Conan Doyle was able to inform herself, proving that she did not completely ignore her opinions.

"Okay, I understand." Yin Hui raised his hand and covered Zhao Deshui's body with the plastic sheet again, leaving it to dry here. It was a moral blasphemy against his master. He finished what he was doing.

, he took a deep breath: "We need to be honest about the whole story of this matter. Who else touched my master's body, and who took the things in my master's body."

Yin Hui's articulation is sonorous and powerful.

"Sir, don't get excited. Excitement will affect the reaction of your brain's nerve center. Therefore, we need to have a calm dialogue." The scalpel's language is still very academic: "I now suspect that your master died in another premeditated incident, and

It's not as simple as the curse in the funeral parlor incident."

"How is it possible? I saw with my own eyes that Yingling printed the last number on my master's back. Is there another black hand that has not yet appeared?" Scalpel's words really shocked Yin.

Hui was shocked.

"I'm not sure, but there is a possibility, and it's very likely." Scalpel said calmly. Just as he was about to put forward his own inference, he was interrupted by Conan Doyle's cough. Scalpel understood and immediately closed his mouth.

, no more words.

Yin Hui naturally knew that this was Conan Doyle's scheming, and immediately started talking to the real owner: "Conan Doyle, what I want to ask, you should know, did he say it, or... did you say it?"

"Yin Hui, don't be like this." Conan Doyle pondered for a moment and then spoke: "There is a very popular saying in China, which is called 'the dead cannot be resurrected'. Please don't be too fettered by the death of the old man."

.Besides, I have only just touched on this matter and have not reached a final conclusion, so as your friend, I cannot tell you something irresponsible. Are you right?"

Yin Hui's eyes moved and he nodded randomly. After her persuasion, he became much wiser, and he smiled sheepishly: "Sorry, I was too impulsive just now."

Seeing that the matter could be saved, Conan Dal immediately raised the corner of his mouth. She knew Yin Hui's temper very well. It was already very rare and valuable to be able to understand herself in this way.

"Well, as long as this matter is handled by me, I will definitely investigate it thoroughly. Don't worry. But please abide by national regulations and don't leak today's matter to anyone. Otherwise, I can't predict the consequences."

Although Conan Doyle's voice was very solemn, it did not contain the slightest hint of intimidation. It can be seen from this that this woman is very capable in dealing with things. She is not asked to manage this unruly group.

Feng does it at will.
Chapter completed!