The police asked me to register, and I was exposed after practicing hard.

"Flying cards?"

Hearing Zhou Xiaoxiao's joking question, Medical Examiner Qin was surprised. How could she have such a weird idea?

Qin Ming couldn't help but curiously glanced at the live broadcast on his mobile phone. It was a young man flying playing cards. The man looked handsome, and his flying movements were graceful and freehand. It was indeed quite attractive. This scene was like the God of Gamblers. I've seen it in movies like this.

"Yeah, Feipai, just like in the video."

At this moment, seeing the curiosity on Zhou Xiaoxiao's face, Qin Ming stared at the live broadcast and replied seriously: "Okay!"

Zhou Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment. Before he could react, he saw Forensic Doctor Qin pointing at Su Yun on the screen: "Just like this anchor, if he has a dozen of skills, he can completely rob the body of a tomb robber." A fatal wound!"

Zhou Xiaoxiao vomited blood, "One Jiazi? Kung Fu? Isn't this a martial arts novel? Doctor Qin, are you kidding me?"

Qin Ming looked away from the live broadcast screen and spread his hands: "Don't you read too many martial arts novels? Otherwise, why would you ask me such a question?"

Zhou Xiaoxiao: "Uh..."

Qin Ming glanced at Zhou Xiaoxiao with some worry and reminded: "Xiao Zhou, work should be moderate. Although the case is very urgent, don't put too much pressure on yourself. I think your mental state is not very good now."

Zhou Xiaoxiao: "..."

Doesn't Medical Examiner Qin mean that he is mentally ill?

Seeing Zhou Xiaoxiao's stunned look, Qin Ming sighed helplessly and reluctantly explained to her:

"First of all, the thickness of playing cards is twice that of banknotes. Therefore, if you want playing cards to cause such exquisite and detailed wounds that no traces can be seen, you need extremely fast sliding and cutting speed and strength.

After long-term practice with poker cards, it is theoretically possible to fly cards accurately and with a certain power. It's like throwing stones. If you practice enough, you will be naturally accurate and have a certain power.

But there is an upper limit, and it cannot exceed the scope of science and the human body.

Just like if you throw a stone, it can still break someone's head, but if you want to throw a sniper rifle, do you think it is possible? I'm afraid it won't work even if Wang Chongyang comes, right?

In the same way, if you want to use playing cards to injure someone, or even kill someone, or even if the wound reaches such a horrific level... a dozen of skills may not be enough. "

After listening to Forensic Qin's explanation, Zhou Xiaoxiao smiled awkwardly: "Okay, I just had a sudden idea and asked out of curiosity. Then go and get busy, Dr. Qin."

With that said, Zhou Xiaoxiao turned off her phone when she saw that Su Yun's live broadcast had ended.

"Pay attention to rest, don't exhaust your body from solving the case, and don't think wildly."

Qin Ming said a few words and then walked away. It looked like he was going to Chen Ye's office, but he was still muttering along the way.

"Thanks to this little girl for reminding me, I forgot about the banknotes..."

…

And not long after Su Yun's broadcast, he was in a small town eighty kilometers away.

In the bungalow under the afterglow of the setting sun, eight men of different shapes were looking at each other with frowns on their faces.

The eight people were divided into two groups. On one side were two tall men with murderous looks on their faces, but they all had foreign appearances.

On the other side were five people of different heights and fatness, but with a very cold aura.

Both the tall and tall men were well-groomed. Judging from their skin color and hair color, they were not Orientals. They were the two mercenaries.

At this time, a man with long blond hair walked out. This man had a long diagonal scar at the corner of his eye, which added a bit of ferocity to his already mighty figure.

Scar's name is Charles, and the mercenary codename translated into Daxia Yu's name is 'Death'.

At this moment, Charles glared angrily at the five tomb robbers in front of him, and scolded in broken Daxia dialect: "Zhu Toorong, you Easterners are so cunning, you dare to steal gold foil, do you want me to send you to see God!"

Hearing this, the fat middle-aged man's face trembled, and he looked sideways at Scar with a cold gaze, "You are not a good bird either, so don't f**king scare me."

Scar waved his hand and shouted angrily:

"Oh? Shet, did I lose the thing?

Don’t forget how much the BOSS values ​​this thing. In order to get the news about this tomb, ten of our brothers died!

For God's sake, you'd better come up with a remedy. The BOSS's methods are beyond your imagination! "

Zhu Tourong frowned, his eyes were stern, and he said nothing.

This matter was indeed his fault, and no matter how angry he was now, he couldn't vent his anger.

He really didn't expect that his perfect plan would go wrong.

It turned out that he robbed the ancient tomb without telling everyone, took out the Warring States gold foil, and hid it in a robber hole that he had dug by mistake.

Then he used the rain to cover up the traces of the ancient tomb he had driven through, and led Charles and others to dig again. After finding nothing, he took the opportunity to take out the gold foil and go to the boss alone to claim his merits.

Zhu Tourong never imagined that on the night after the rainy night, he would go alone to the marked abandoned tunnel to look for gold foil.

But I don't want the gold foil to disappear, leaving only a pile of tattered rotten wood and dregs.

However, scratches of gold foil and small potholes dug by humans were found on the walls of the tunnel.

From this, he could conclude that the gold foil must have been taken away by someone, and that he used the gold foil to dig out a foothold and escape.

When Zhu Tourong was about to find someone to search nearby with him, he encountered policemen coming up the mountain in groups in the morning. It can be said that misfortunes never come singly.

In order to avoid being detected by the police searching the mountain, Zhu Tourong stayed in the mountain for a whole day without eating or drinking.

It wasn't until most of the police relaxed their search efforts that he waited for backup.

Finally, in desperation, Zhu Tourong could only tell the truth to the mercenaries and let them work together to find the whereabouts of the gold foil.

Only then did the tomb robbers headed by Zhu Tourong and the mercenaries headed by Charles come together.

But this is not a victory meeting, but a call for accountability.

The gold foil was lost, and neither he nor Charles could reap the benefits.

The black wolf next to Charles was so angry that he was about to draw his gun, but Charles quickly held down the muzzle of the gun and yelled: "STOP! Hei Lang, what are you doing!"

As the name suggests, the Black Werewolf is a dark-skinned foreign black man. He grinned, revealing his white teeth, and roared in a low voice: "Fake, this damn pig head is playing tricks on us. No wonder he said he would wait until it rains before he attacks!"

The atmosphere was tense for a moment. Not to be outdone, the several tomb robbers behind Zhu Tourong took out their weapons and looked at their boss, Zhu Tourong, waiting for instructions.

The situation suddenly became serious, and beads of sweat appeared on Zhu Tourong's forehead unconsciously.

He knew how terrifying these two mercenaries were. Not to mention that one of them could kill several of them in just a few breaths.

Zhu Tourong's mind was active, and he had a countermeasure in his mind. He softened his expression and said: "God of Death, now is not the time to discuss right and wrong. I, Lao Zhu, will apologize to the boss if I am at fault, but this is not a big deal. At the end of the world..."

Charles immediately glared at Hei Lang with sharp eyes, and the latter put away his weapon angrily.

Charles looked at Zhu Tou Rong and said, "I just want to know what other ways you cunning Orientals can remedy this."

Seeing that the crisis had eased, Zhu Tourong quickly pressed his hands behind him to signal his younger brothers to put down their weapons.

Walking up to Charles alone, he looked at him and said, "But before that, I want to ask you, why does the boss want this gold foil? What is it? And what is its use?"

"Zhu, this is not what we should ask."

Zhu Tourong was very annoyed that these two foreigners only called him by his last name, "How many times have I told you not to call me pig."

Zhu Tourong snorted coldly, and then asked: "Aren't you affiliated with some scientific research laboratory? Why did your boss start studying antiques if he doesn't engage in scientific research? He even approached a few of our brothers."

The mercenary obviously didn't understand what the boss behind the scenes was thinking, but he still warned: "Zhu Tourong, I think you should not ask too many questions. There is a reason why the boss wants to get this thing. It is not only an antique, but also hides a big secret." secret!

And it's your honor for the boss to find you. As long as you get the gold foil, you will be paid. It will definitely make more than you selling any antiques. "

Zhu Tourong had actually inspected the gold foil before, but he thought the material was special. He had been in the tomb for many years, but he had never seen an antique with such a special material.

It is more like a modern object and does not look like an antique at all. If I had not known in advance that it was an antique, I would have misjudged it and thought it was a modern metal object.

Zhu Tourong really couldn't figure out why the boss behind the scenes wanted this? He contacted me from abroad just for an inexplicable gold foil.

If you like antiques and have a lot of porcelain and pottery, do you need to find a broken piece of iron?

Seeing that he was speechless, he stopped thinking about the function of this thing. Then he thought again, whether it was to get a high commission or not to offend the boss behind him, it seemed that the only option left to him was to find the thing.

Then Zhu Tourong smiled and said: "Charles, I hid in the mountains all night. It's not that I didn't gain anything. I heard a fishing guy nearby said that the police didn't find anything missing in the tomb and were still looking for the box, so this means that the gold foil is not there. In the hands of the police!"

oh?

After hearing this, everyone suddenly became interested.

Zhu Tourong continued: "Since the police didn't get it, it means that the things should have been hidden by people nearby. There is still some time before the time specified by the boss. We can definitely find the things."

Charles said displeased: "Damn it, where can I find such a big burning mountain!"

Zhu Tourong smiled and said nothing, as if he had everything under control.

Just at this moment, there was a sound of footsteps, and he stood up immediately, "Isn't the clue coming now?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure walked in quickly, but he was one of the tomb robbers.

This boy was nicknamed "Old Ghost" and reported truthfully: "Boss, that boy was too alert. I was almost discovered. After following him halfway, I didn't dare to follow him anymore, for fear of alerting the enemy."

Zhu Tou Rong was surprised, "You kid has been walking to the tomb at night all the time. No ghost can see you. How can you be noticed by that kid?"

The old ghost shook his head: "That kid looks ordinary, and he really can't figure it out."

Zhu Tourong asked again: "Are there any clues?"

Old ghost: "No, that guy is very ordinary, but he seems to be an anchor."

When the two mercenaries on the side saw this, they understood that Zhu Tourong had discovered someone suspicious, and hurriedly asked: "Have you heard about the man who took away the gold foil?"

Zhu Tourong shook his head and said truthfully: "That's not true, but I found traces of a young man's appearance. I suspect that the person who took the gold foil may be the same person who killed the mistress, but I am not sure for the time being, so I will Let the old ghost follow up and investigate."

The mercenary frowned: "Why do you doubt this person?"

"follow me!"

Zhu Tourong waved his hand and left with the two mercenaries. They didn't doubt his presence and followed him.

More than two hours later, several people returned to Ranshan, but they did not enter the mountain. Instead, they were led by Zhu Tourong to a small mountain village at the foot of the mountain.

At this moment, Zhu Tourong was standing on a country road with two mercenaries. From a distance, he saw a fisherman with a big head, riding a tricycle, slowly appearing in the distance.

Of course, the attention of several people was not at all on this big-headed fishing guy. Instead, they followed Zhu Tourong's line of sight and looked at a large locust tree in the distance.

The two mercenaries stared at the scars on the trunk of the locust tree, thoughtfully...

Zhu Tou Rong said: "This is the clue I accidentally discovered when I was passing by. I followed this and focused on that kid. Take a look, what do you two say?"

The mercenaries looked at each other: "What a fast knife!"

Zhutou Rong: "..."