Chapter 37: Watching the Corpse (please vote for me)
Mr. Jiang took a deep breath and smiled: "Okay, we've almost finished chatting. You go down first. I'll call you later if I need anything."
The policemen and police officers in Zhaoheng City all responded quickly, no matter what the mood of Mr. Jiang from Linzi was, they smeared oil on the soles of their feet and left in a hurry.
This scene in the morgue is really unbearable. The nightmares are not enough!
Mr. Jiang calmed down, then calmly turned around and walked towards the morgue.
“What do you need help with?” he asked with a smile.
"Take this piece of large intestine." Lin Youxie was busy without raising his head.
Master Jiang is certainly fearless.
Along the way, he was killing decisively, and there were countless dead souls under his hands. There were also countless ferocious beasts, including the Sea Tribe, and he killed countless of them.
There are too many broken limbs and remains.
Just a dead body, just a section...
He looked at it calmly.
“Uh, that.”
Mr. Jiang finally asked: "Are there any gloves?"
He can wrap his palms with Daoyuan, but it always feels strange. After all, this Daoyuan usually lives in Tongtian Palace...
"Oh, yes." Lin Youxie casually took out a pair of gloves and handed them over. His other hand was still in Huang Yixing's abdomen. He tilted his head and looked inside with a frown...
Jiang Wang took over the translucent gloves and quickly put them on.
The tentacles are slightly cool and somewhat closed and stuffy, but they are very light and thin and do not affect the movements of the five fingers at all.
He stretched out his hand...
Hold the piece of large intestine. His movements were so gentle, it was like holding a rare treasure.
“Raise it up a little,” Lin Youxie commanded.
Jiang Wang raised his head silently.
“Look at this lung.” Lin Youxie held something in his hand and brought it to Jiang Wang.
Senior Qingpai Master Jiang said without changing his expression: "What's wrong with this lung?"
“Look at these bright spots at the hilar edges.”
Jiang Wang then calmed down and looked at it: "Jin Yuan?"
Lin Youxie said: "The lungs belong to gold. The remaining gold energy in Huang Yixing's lungs is so sharp and violent. He is definitely not the cowardly person who is greedy for life and afraid of death as rumored."
"Of course he is not cowardly. How could he be cowardly if he dared to take risks in front of the fierce butchers and earned the position of governor?" Jiang Wang had some vague ideas, but failed to catch them immediately. He only said to Huang Yixing: "It's just that
For him, bowing his head in front of power is a matter of course and is not a shame."
Lin Youxie glanced at him in surprise, as if he didn't expect that he knew Huang Yixing so well.
Jiang Wang said calmly: "After the Battle of Qiyang, I intend to compete for the position of Zhenfu Envoy, and I have studied them all."
Lin Youxie nodded nonchalantly, put the lung back to its original position, and fiddled with it for a while.
“Hold your chest.”
Mr. Jiang had no expression on his face and did as he was told.
Lin Youxie's fingertips had a thin gleam of light. She quickly traced her fingers on Huang Yixing's left forearm and right thigh, and then inserted her fingers into the wound, as if feeling something in the texture of the muscles.
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After a while, I took my finger out.
“Help me tidy it up,” she said.
Jiang Wang looked at the various organs mixed together and couldn't help but ask: "How to sort them?"
“Put them back into their rightful place.”
Lin Youxie said casually, and then took out a small wooden box, placed it next to Huang Yixing's body, and opened it. Inside were all kinds of small tools, including knives, awls, scissors, hooks... everything.
I don’t know what they are used for.
Jiang Wang doesn’t really want to know.
Wearing translucent gloves, he expressionlessly arranged the organs in front of him: heart, liver, spleen, lungs, stomach...
The corners of his eyes twitched unconsciously.
Although he is never merciless when dealing with enemies, he has no hobby of studying other people's corpses. This is really the first time.
But the dignified Four Brands Qingpai must not show timidity at this time.
Especially not to show timidity in front of a woman like Lin Youxie.
So he completed the task well.
Lin Youxie was doing his own thing in an orderly manner, with a calm expression and indifferent eyes. He looked like a cook cooking. It was an ordinary thing that was repeated every day.
Jiang Wang watched her use each small tool to study Huang Yixing's body with great concentration...
I couldn't help but said without saying anything: "This pair of gloves of yours is quite good. Can I get them from the inspection office?"
“Oh, gloves, I made them myself.” Lin Youxie said casually: “These are corpse film gloves.”
Jiang Wang suddenly had a bad premonition.
Lin Youxie has continued: "A corpse is composed of countless clues. There is a wonderful tacit understanding between them, which can often point to the answer to the question. But any external things may affect this tacit understanding, and even
It breaks. Corpse membrane gloves can isolate this effect."
She paused and said: "This glove has carrion as the root, dead energy as the branches, is refined with corpse oil, and is sacrificed with a secret method. It naturally fits the dead body and can be blended in without affecting the corpse itself."
Jiang Wang didn’t want to talk anymore.
He only felt the touch from his fingers, which was so slippery and disgusting.
But he couldn’t take off these gloves right away, otherwise, how could he, Jiang, have the nerve to hold his head high in front of Lin?
One word, “endurance”!
He began to recite in his mind the true explanation of how to burn a city with fireworks.
It’s such a long time!
After struggling for another half an hour, Lin Youxie started to collect the tools.
“Next let’s go to the place where he fell and died.” She said casually.
“Okay.” Jiang Wang’s voice was calm, and he slowly took off his gloves and put them on the stage: “I’ll give you back your gloves.”
“Thank you.” He said politely.
"You're welcome."
Lin Youxie put the small wooden box away and began to decorate Huang Yixing's remains.
She also has a complete set of tools for retouching her face. It is a small cloth bag, and there are various tools spread out, including silver thread, fine pens, and ox-hair needles...
She groomed herself very seriously, almost as if she was grooming her own face.
Seemingly aware of Jiang Wang's doubts, she explained casually: "Because I messed up the clues, so I should restore it. In this way, if I can't find anything in the end... I may be limited by my abilities, or I may die suddenly."
If it is lost, then the next arrester who takes over the case can continue to pursue it."
This was said really calmly.
It is also natural.
As if she was born to investigate cases, she herself is also a certain link in the case. Just like the tools she carries with her, they have a fixed role and can be replaced at any time.
“Do you need my help?” Jiang Wang asked consciously.
“No need, this is a delicate job.” Lin Youxie said.
Jiang Wang was not angry at being underestimated, but felt relieved.
“Okay.” Jiang Wang said, “I’ll go outside and take a look first.”
Lin Youxie did not raise his head: "Please do it."
Jiang Wang walked out of the morgue with a calm face. Outside was the street submerged in the night.
Zhaoheng City is silent tonight.
Although Mr. Jiang really wants to yell a few times.
The water flowed quickly between my fingers, and I washed my hands several times inside and out.
He dispersed the condensed water of Dao Yuan far away, circulated a few strands of wind, and blew his hands back and forth. Only then did he finally get rid of the discomfort.
Among what Lin Youxie said just now, the sentence that impressed him the most was
“The corpse is made of clues.”
This is an extremely cold statement.
Jiang Wang couldn't help but wonder, in this woman's eyes, are there really no flesh and blood organs?
What kind of person is Mingqu Lin Kuang so that his daughter can develop such an understanding of the world?
