The Underworld Detective

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Have you ever seen a strange boss who chopped customers into meat sauces and steamed them into buns?

Have you ever seen a weird doctor who groomed his foe into a pig and imprisoned it in a farm?

Have you ever seen a strange orphan who was raised by a bat from a young age and made a living by sucking blood?

I have all seen it.

My name is Song Yang, and I am currently the Chief Advisor of the Public Security Department of H Province.

Some friends can't figure out, what does pretend to do?

A masterpiece is an ancient coroner in China. Good masterpieces are not only able to examine autopsy, but also proficient in a set of unknown stunts.

They can often use yellow wine, silver needles, red umbrellas, rosin and other folk living items to pry open the mouth of the deceased and arrest the murderer.

For the entire thirty years of serving the Public Security Department, I have used my own family to pass on my stunts and cracked countless major cases that shocked China. Some of these cases were perverted, some were horrible, some were cruel, and others were scalp.

In order to let later people know the magic of my work, I decided to share my experience with everyone.

However, in view of the principle of confidentiality of the Public Security Department, many cities and characters have used pseudonyms. I hope everyone can understand.

I was born in a small county in the south. I have never seen my parents since I was a child. I lived with my grandfather in a quaint old heirloom house.

Although he had no parents, his grandfather's affection for me surpassed everything.

In my life, he only taught me severely once: "Yanger, you have to remember, when you grow up, Grandpa will not stop you. Only the three occupations do not touch, first. It's an officer, the second is the police, the third ... is a forensic doctor! "

I was still young and didn't even know what a forensic doctor was, but just nodded ignorantly.

But as I get older, I gradually have a strange feeling. The identity of Grandpa is definitely not simple!

The reason I felt this way was because Grandpa was doing nothing every day and never worked hard, but he kept buying money for good food for me to study.

And every once in a while, there are always big leaders who bring a group of small policemen to visit the door. They are very respectful to Grandpa, and often bring gifts such as Maotai, specially for panda cigarettes.

They often talk to grandpa in the room for as short as an hour, as long as several hours, and sometimes they can even talk from morning to evening. Within a few days after each of these leaders left, a major case was settled in the province, such as the Sichuan Restaurant Museum Banknote Case, Southwest University's Corpse Fragment Case, and these cases caused a sensation throughout the country. Hearing.

I faintly feel that the settlement of these cases has an inseparable relationship with Grandpa, but he never said a word to me!

Grandpa's relationship made the whole family follow. The aunt ’s business outside has been going smoothly. Once, the aunt lost a car on the highway. The police used it for a day and respectfully delivered the car. coming.

Even when I was in the middle of high school, I lost dozens of minutes, and was finally admitted to a key middle school.

When I was twelve years old, the county seat was preparing to build a large road. This road just passed the Song family's old house. The neighbors couldn't stand the soft and hard foam of the demolition office and moved away one after another. Only Grandpa was reluctant to abandon the old house that his ancestors inherited.

The contractor for the construction of this road is not a fuel-saving lamp. Seeing that it is not good, he drove two excavators directly to our door, and banged down a wall.

The scene at the time scared me to cry.

Grandpa sighed softly, picked up the phone and dialed a number, and spoke a few words lightly. However, after a few minutes, the excavator hurriedly left.

And the next morning, many leaders and the contractor went to the door to apologize in person, and the contractor also paid out 100,000 yuan in face to face. This is a lot of money for the small county town, but Grandpa just waved his hand gently, and declined the intention.

Of course, the main road continues to be built, but a big bend is turned in front of our house. This incident has buried a strong curiosity in my young mind. Why is Grandpa so amazing?

When I was fifteen years old, I accidentally turned over two broken books in the box of the old house. One was called "The True Record of Washing the Grievances." It was written by Chunyou in the Southern Song Dynasty for seven years. The author was a person named Song Ci. The other is called "The God of Breaking the Prison", and there is no author on it.

At my level of classical Chinese at the time, trying to understand these two ancient books was a bit laborious. I could barely understand the little people drawn in the two books. They were all about human body structure diagrams, examining corpses and the like.

Somehow, these two books have an extraordinary magical power for me. After opening them, I can no longer let them go. I concealed my grandfather and carried forward the spirit of the ants 'bones. I just gave these two obscure ancient books' 啃'It's over!

To me, these two books are like a door to a new world. Although the book refers to such a profession, it is the ancient times that inspected the corpses specifically for clues to solve the case. But I didn't find it scary at all, but I found it fresh, interesting, and challenging.

At the age of sixteen, for the first time in my life, I had the opportunity to apply what I learned.

At that time, it was San Futian. Grandpa had something to go out early in the morning. I was at home during the summer vacation and had nothing to do. I stuck a stick with a bamboo stick to catch the trees. At this time, a black Jetta sedan suddenly braked. , '唰' stopped at the door of Song's old house.

A burly man came down from the car, with a Chinese character face, thick eyebrows, and tanned skin. He walked into the courtyard in a rush. I recognized him as a police officer who had visited Grandpa a few times before. I remember it as a surname.

Officer Sun didn't wear a police uniform today, but a short-sleeved shirt with a briefcase in his hand. He was sweating hot, and a ray of heat burst into his head. When he saw me splitting his head, he asked, "Little ghost, Is your grandpa at home? "

"No, he's out."

Officer Sun wrinkled his mold, fanned his collar, and continued to fan, he muttered, "This weather is almost deadly."

I hurriedly said, "Uncle, sit in the house! I'll pour you a cold drink."

"Okay, really sensible!"

This police officer Sun was very aggressive and went to the living room to find a chair without any hesitation. He took a large glass of Coke I poured into him, poured it into his stomach, wiped his mouth, and lighted a cigarette. Ask me: "Is he in high school?"

"Just a freshman." I replied.

"How are you doing?"

"Okay."

"Someone in the class bullied you?"

"No."

"If a classmate doesn't bully you with long eyes, tell your uncle, uncle can help you find a place!" Police Officer Sun laughed.

"Uncle, what is your relationship with my grandpa?" I think this is a great opportunity to know my grandpa.

"Your grandfather, it's really a rare man who has been in a century. Unfortunately, his temper is also a misfortune in a century. I don't know how many leaders have invited him out of the mountains these years. To make a condition, as long as we work for the police for one year, let him retire and get a 50,000-month pension. This condition is unconcerned, and I can be regarded as a service! So there is no way we have to use another Cooperation. "Sergeant Sun sighed.

"Cooperation, what cooperation?" I asked.

Officer Sun just wanted to answer, and suddenly seemed to realize that he was leaking. He quickly covered his stomach and said, "Oh, why did my stomach suddenly hurt? It was probably too cold to drink. Where is the toilet?"

"In the backyard." I pointed.

Officer Sun covered his stomach and ran to the backyard like a gust of wind, followed by a squeaking noise.

The briefcase tossed on the table by Officer Sun opened the button and slid out a photo from it. Some red, green, and green things on it aroused my strong curiosity!

While no one was around, my ghost made God's hand reach out, but my heart was jumping like a drum. In my consciousness, it's against the law to peek into the secret documents of the police, and I still have to go to jail, but I really want to see them.

So I convinced myself to look at it once, and then just put it back.

I took the photo out of the briefcase and it was as expected. The photo is a corpse. Although I have seen many dead people in the movie, I know those are fake and far from the shock of the real corpse. .

The body in the photo was an adult man wearing a suit and white shirt that had been stained red with blood. He dangled his head and leaned on an open safe with a pair of glasses hanging on his right ear. . There was a long, deep wound on his throat, where the blood came from.

The corpse was strewn with a large amount of banknotes and stained with blood.

I was attracted by the content on the photo. I didn't feel terrible at all, even a kind of excitement, like a hungry man seeing food and a satyr seeing a beautiful woman. I know this metaphor is a bit inappropriate, the dead should respect , But I just feel inexplicably excited!

Just as I watched, I suddenly stretched out a big hand behind me and robbed me of the photo in my hand.

I looked back and Officer Officer Sun was standing behind me, staring at me with a serious look.

"Little devil, who has allowed you to peep at my files, peeping at the police files, is it illegal to know?" Officer Sun angrily.

"I just ... I just glanced ... really ..." I was frightened incoherently.

Officer Sun squinted his eyes, and a sly smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth, saying, "It's better, I'll test you. If you answer it, it's okay. If you can't answer, don't blame me. Please, you Go to the police station and reflect for a few days. "

He said this, but I settled down, because I probably guessed what he was going to test me!

Unsurprisingly, after I nodded in agreement, Officer Sun asked me: "Tell me, what murder weapon was this man killed by?"

"Photos for me."

I took the photo and glanced again, saying with certainty: "The wound on the throat is a fatal wound. From the shape of the wound, it is injured by a sharp-edged sharp object, but if it is a knife or dagger, I do n’t think you would ask me such a question deliberately, so the weapon must be special! ”

Officer Sun was interested: "Okay, Xiaomao's child has a good idea. You talk about it, what is the weapon?"

I handed the photo: "The weapon is in this photo."

Officer Sun stared at the photo and blinked, "The murder weapon is in the photo? You are not talking nonsense, I was involved in the investigation, and I searched the scene inside and out, but no weapon was found. Actually, The killer had caught it, but it wasn't because of the weapon ... "He suddenly stopped his words and coughed," Don't talk nonsense, tell me what the weapon is! "

"It's the banknotes on the ground!" I replied sharply: "To be precise, these banknotes."

Officer Sun blinked in amazement: "Bills? No, how is this possible?"

"Why is it impossible? Tie a bunch of brand new banknotes tightly together, the edges are sharp enough to cut such a deep and long wound, and then spread them out and throw them at the murder scene, so the 'murder weapon' disappears. Gone. "I answered.

Police officer Sun took a breath and gave him a thumbs up: "Great, it's worthy of being Song Zhaolin's grandson."

In fact, this is not what I came up with. In the bizarre cases recorded in "The Prisoner of the Prison", there have been cases of paper-knife killings. When I saw blood-stained banknotes scattered on the photos, I thought of them unconsciously. Above. Judging from Officer Sun's words just now, the case was that the murderer was caught, but no murder weapon was found and he could not be convicted, so he came to the grandfather for help.

"Okay, thank you very much. This trip didn't run for nothing. When did you come to the provincial capital to play, your uncle invited you to eat Kentucky Fried Chicken. By the way, I have a daughter and also went to high school. Police officer Sun smiled and took the photo back into the bag, and said to himself: "Song Zhaolin, the old thief, has always told me that the Song family will never make a fool again. It has been cultivating you in secret. Someone, it's great. "

"Tiger Sun, what are you talking about?"

At this moment, a voice came from outside the door, and I looked back to see Grandpa standing there, suddenly frightened to fight the Cold War. Because Grandpa never allowed me to touch these things, not to mention that I peeked at the two forbidden books.

Grandpa slowly turned his gloomy look from Officer Sun, and seemed to understand something. At that moment, I was really scared to the extreme!