Just when Meng Jiugang was about to discuss how to resolve this matter with Du Yiyu, the door of the office was pushed open. A policeman pushed a bed in. On the bed was a body in a thick black bag. The policeman pushed it in

, while shouting: "Du Yiyu, here comes the job. Can you give a report this afternoon?"

Turning around the equipment cabinet in front of the door, the policeman discovered Meng Jiu's presence. Du Yiyu could only say: "My friend, it's okay. Let's put the body there first. Are there any scene records?"

"I will record it for you later. You check it first. I will report it in the afternoon."

"No hurries?"

"I'm going on a business trip tomorrow. He said he should check the general situation before leaving so that he can allocate work."

"Okay, I'll fight for it."

"Stop fighting, I don't want to work overtime too late tonight. Come on, come on, do it now, and report it as soon as you get to work in the afternoon." Du Yiyu rolled his eyes at the policeman, and the policeman suddenly thought that there were outsiders here,

I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed and said: "I'm sorry."

Meng Jiu smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. I'm not in a hurry. Let him work for you first."

Du Yiyu reluctantly saved a report on the computer, put on his gloves, walked over and opened the zipper. A smell came to them, and the three of them frowned. The policeman couldn't help but smiled bitterly: "I'm sorry, this body was found

He had been dead for three days."

Du Yiyu waved his hand seemingly unintentionally, as if to fan away the stench. But strangely, the stench seemed to have been fanned away a lot, and at least it became tolerable.

The policeman said in surprise: "Hey, it doesn't seem to stink so much anymore. What's going on?"

"I'm used to it!" Meng Jiu said as he walked over.

The policeman frowned and said, "Isn't that right? The smell has really diminished."

Du Yiyu turned around and picked up the scalpel and said, "Are you perverted? Do you like to study corpse odor?"

"Damn! I have a sensitive mind. What if this smell is a clue?" The policeman said, obviously no longer paying attention to the unusual smell. Meng Jiu looked at Du Yiyu in amusement as he cut open the rotten flesh with a knife.

Trachea, murmured to himself: "It turns out this guy is always so deceptive."

At this time, the policeman's eyes stopped in surprise at Meng Jiu who was standing aside watching Du Yiyu's autopsy and said: "Aren't you disgusted?"

Meng Jiu smiled, took out a business card and handed it to the policeman: "This is what I do."

The policeman looked at the business card and couldn't help but show a "no wonder you are friends" look on his face and said: "What is the corpse painter?"

Meng Jiudao: "Give makeup to the dead. You know, someone has to do this."

The policeman nodded, took the business card away and said, "Isn't your job easy?"

"Nothing is easy now."

Meng Jiu and the policeman moved away while talking, and actually sat aside and started chatting, leaving Du Yiyu to work hard on the dead body's flesh.

"How did you discover this person?" Du Yiyu seemed not to let the two people take their time and began to ask about the case.

"He died at home, the stench was overwhelming, and his neighbor reported the case. How was it? How did he die?"

Du Yiyu took out a nail from his throat and said, "If such a thing is forced into your trachea, you will die."

"Fuck!" the policeman yelled angrily: "How fucking perverted and cruel!"

Meng Jiu sighed: "It's indeed cruel. What's wrong with people nowadays? Have they watched too many perverted movies, or are they under too much pressure?"

"I don't think it's anything. He's just a natural pervert!" The policeman cursed angrily for a while, then looked at Du Yiyu with admiration and said, "You are still so good, you always find the problem with just one stab! How do you see it?"

Du Yiyu took off his gloves, zipped up the body bag and said, "I am a forensic doctor, so I naturally have my own observation methods."

"Teach me when you have time... Hey, why don't you check other things?" The talkative policeman was chattering behind Du Yiyu. Meng Jiu's eyes were secretly looking over the corpse. The man was covering his neck, confused.

And the painful soul couldn't help but admire it - it's not easy to have such ability and yet be so unknown!

In the evening, in the parking lot outside the Lifeng Villa area, Du Yiyu got out of the taxi and rang the doorbell of Building 3. The security guard brought Du Yiyu into the living room. Chen Huaming hurriedly greeted him and said: "Forensic Doctor Du, please take a seat quickly. I didn't expect you to come back."

I'm sorry to bother you."

Meng Jiu said: "You're welcome, we can't make a deal without fighting. We are all friends. Yiyu, how are you?"

Du Yiyu took out a brown paper bag and handed it to Meng Jiu: "There is no valuable information. Although there was a case of dismemberment, all the limbs were found. There was also a case of a missing girl, but it was only reported yesterday. No.

Most likely. See for yourselves."

Meng Jiu and Chen Huaming sat down to look at the materials, and Du Yiyu asked to look around the house. Chen Huaming's first reaction was naturally a little embarrassed, but Meng Jiu agreed overwhelmingly, and Chen Huaming had nothing to say, so he had to let the security guard

Show him Du Yiyu's various rooms for him.

Half an hour later, Du Yiyu came back from a stroll, holding a beautiful pottery in his hand and playing with it. When Meng Jiu saw the pottery, he raised his eyebrows in surprise, took it over and looked around, leaving Chen Huaming aside.

The clock on the wall struck nine, and Meng Jiu's hand holding the pottery suddenly shook. Du Yiyu, who was about to go to the toilet, suddenly turned around, pushed away the security guard who was following behind and also wanted to go to the toilet, and stretched his hand in the direction of Chen Huaming.

At the same time, Meng Jiu also moved towards Chen Huaming, and Chen Huaming was about to stand up to disturb Master Meng who was concentrating on pottery.

The camera seemed to switch to slow motion. Chen Huaming stood up, raised his right leg, and the moment he landed on the ground, Chen Huaming suddenly dwarfed and lost his center of gravity. The shoes seemed to have fallen to the ground by themselves, and there was something in his trouser legs.

Spurting out bright red blood.

Chen Huaming fell into a pool of his own blood, and the trousers of his right leg were folded empty on the ground, strangely indicating the disappearance of his right leg.

Then, Meng Jiu ran to Chen Huaming. The security guard screamed and sat down on the ground, but Du Yiyu suddenly turned around and ran upstairs.

"Ah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Chen Huaming screamed like a killing pig, but he couldn't roll on the ground because he lost his right leg.

Meng Jiu checked Chen Huaming's leg and shouted to the security guard: "Is there anything that can stop the bleeding?"

Just as the security guard hurriedly brought a roll of gauze, Du Yiyu's figure appeared at the entrance of the living room again, holding a porcelain-like leg in his hand - a slender and pale woman's right leg.

"Quick! Pick up, pick up..." Chen Huaming was in unspeakable pain, but the security guard obviously understood what Chen Huaming meant and ran towards Du Yiyu while shouting: "Give me your leg!"

Du Yiyu easily dodged the security guard, walked up to Chen Huaming, raised his index and middle fingers, and quickly tapped several of Chen Huaming's acupuncture points, and then motioned to Meng Jiu to wrap gauze around Chen Huaming's unconscious body to stop the bleeding.

"What are you doing?!" The security guard ran over anxiously, stretched out his hand to grab the leg, and said hurriedly: "Hurry and take it!"

Du Yiyu knocked the security guard to the ground with one punch and said coldly: "You can't touch this leg!"

The security guard was a little blinded by the beating, but he quickly stood up again, but he did not dare to step forward casually. He just stamped his feet anxiously and said: "You don't know! If you don't answer, Mr. Chen will bleed to death."

Du Yiyu sneered: "He won't die if he doesn't take this leg."

In panic, the security guard actually saw signs that Chen Huaming was gradually stopping the bleeding. Although he was surprised, he was too frightened to think normally. He just babbled: "If you don't catch it, you'll lose your legs!"

Meng Jiu sighed and said, "Before worrying about that, can you call an ambulance for me?"

The security guard obviously had no idea. He looked at Meng Jiu (a mage that Mr. Chen relied on very much?) and Du Yiyu (seems to be a forensic doctor?), but he didn't have the courage to look at the thigh that suddenly appeared. Everything was wrong.

It's so weird. If Mr. Chen hadn't been kind to him and no matter how courageous he was, he wouldn't have stayed here. But now, it would be great to have two people come to face Mr. Chen's strange things for him.
Chapter completed!