Otherworldly Merchant

“External propaganda is suicide, but we all feel haunted inside...” Song Longji said in an ugly way.

I shook my head and said nothing wrong.

Song Longji asked curiously, "What do you think, Mr. Zhang? ”

“Someone's raising a human bone necklace.” I said, "The effect of wearing a human bone necklace is greatly discounted over time. In order for a human bone necklace to sustain its superpowers, it must be fed with the human colon. So this is actually three murders. ”

“Murder?” Song Longji looked at me surprised: “You mean the deceased swallowed the intestines, delivered the intestines, or spelled the heart pattern, all by others? But we didn't find any fingerprints of a third party at the scene. ”

“Don't doubt the Hong Kong Police. Our case skills are very strong! ”

I laughed and said, "I believe you Hong Kong police, but there are things that science can't find out. ”

“Can't science find out?” Song Longji asked in confusion.

“Yeah, evil tricks, for example. ”

“Evil tricks?” Song Lung Ki looks pretty headached, probably badly hidden half by me.

Yin Xinyue looked at me with great patience, and there seemed to be a little admiration in his eyes: "Mr. Zhang, what are your thoughts on the next? ”

I said, "I'm guessing these cases were caused by human bone necklaces. But there are many different types of human bone necklaces, so I have to find out where this came from first! ”

Yin Xinyue nodded thoughtfully.

Before the operation, Song Lung Kee repeatedly reminded me that we are working with the police in secret this time, and that we must keep a low profile.

All he can do is give us a break at some point.

I nodded with a smile.

At my request, we first came to the suicide scene of the first victim, the cleaner's home.

I went around and found this rental house very ordinary and nothing suspicious but some simple furniture.

The victim died in the kitchen, and the ground was sprayed with white lime by the police in the shape of a person. It appears that the deceased was in a very strange position, with his hands and feet spread out, like a large font.

On the kitchen stove, lay a sip of iron. I looked up and found that the bowel soup was still in there, greasy, not only with intestinal debris, but even with some faeces and undigested food.

In this situation, I was disgusted for a while. Yin Xinyue looked at me with a wrong expression, and I was curious to look up.

At one glance, her face turned green, she bowed her head and vomited. I hurried up to pat her on the back and let her go out and wait.

Yin Xinyue hesitated for a moment and finally looked at me with gratitude and went out.

I picked up the spoon next to the iron pan and stirred it gently, something sinking in the bottom of the pan immediately floated up. I took a closer look and found no clue at all.

I said I'd go out and buy some stuff. Song Lung Kee said let the guards go, right? But I didn't say yes. I'm going to buy something that requires a lot of quality and I'm worried that people who don't understand will buy it wrong.

At a convenience store nearby, I bought two dying carp, one boiled in a semi-ripe kanto, one carrot, one basket of eggs, and two pork bones.

When I came back with these things, Song Longji stared at me and asked me what I was doing.

Li Mazi smiled and said, "Do you have to ask? Hot pot made locally, of course.

I didn't expect him to make himself sick, so he threw up.

I also ignored Li Mazi, opened the gas stove, and put all the ingredients I bought into the large pot to cook.

These are a lot of weight and fill the pan full.

Song Longji glanced at the pot, hesitated for a moment, and finally went out quietly. I guess I couldn't stand what I did.

After Song Lung Ki went out, Li Mazi immediately asked me why I did it. Does it nourish the yin and yang, or does it extend the life expectancy?

I grinned, "This is for dead people.

Li Mazi shook a chill: “Dead people... how do you eat? ”

“You'll see.” I didn't have the kung fu to talk to Li Mazi. After I burned it, I went out with the pot.

Song Longji's eyebrows wrinkled tall from start to finish, but instead of asking, he drove us to the morgue where the body of the janitor was stored.

It is well known that Hong Kong is a city with a high suicide rate and may be heavily related to the stress of life here. In order to distinguish between suicides, the Hong Kong Police place all those who commit suicide in the same morgue.

So the janitor's body, with the suicides behind it.

My face changed and I said, "This is not possible. To get to the bottom of a human bone necklace, you have to stay in a single room with the dead."

Song Longji called to coordinate with the hospital immediately.

However, the results of the coordination were not very good, as the hospital's morgue was already full and, if a single room was to be found, only the crematorium could be reached.

It was also impossible, and I had to ask Song Lungi to contact the crematorium and transport the body of the cleaner.

When the janitor's body came out of the freezer, I took a closer look at his belly.

A circular wound was found in the middle of the abdomen, which should have been stabbed in the stomach by a circular sharp object and then torn towards both sides, centering on the wound.

The autopsy report also stated that the belly had been torn open. As for the other details, I don't think the forensic physician knows how to write them.

After all, one cannot bear the pain of tearing one's belly apart, even if one's strength is greater.

So I asked Song Lung Ki, did he detect any anesthetic on the deceased? Song Longji shook his head and said no.

I nodded at the moment, and I think I got it in my heart.

We soon transported the body of the cleaner to the crematorium and placed it in a separate morgue.

After putting that pot next to the body, I told Song Longji that from now until tomorrow morning, no one would step into the morgue until I arrived!

Song Longji nodded and said he would put the police on duty. I said you'd better watch this for yourself, because it's very important!

Song Longji did not hesitate and nodded.

Then Li Mazi and I went back to the hotel with Yin Xinyue.

Going back to the hotel was boring, and I decided to hang out with Li Mazi. After all, Hong Kong is quite a bustling place in my mind. It is a waste of time not to visit.

I asked Yin Xinyue if she wanted to go. She didn't hesitate to say she could guide us.

In fact, Yin Xinyue is still lively and cute when she is not working. She talks to us about famous attractions in Hong Kong. I suddenly felt that Yin Xinyue and I should have more than just a partnership, more than just friends.

Maybe she feels the same way?

The only regret is that we have not been able to taste Hong Kong's famous snacks. It is a fact that we have been through the day and no one can eat anymore.

We didn't get back to the hotel until after 10 pm, and we were all tired.

Yoon Xinyue said she couldn't rest alone in the room, so I told you to sleep in the bedroom, right? I slept on the couch with Li Mazi. Yin Xinyue replied softly, and couldn't excite Li Mazi.

The next day, we arrived early at the crematorium, and at this moment Song Lungji was sitting in a bench in the doorway of the morgue playing with his cell phone, and he saw us rise and greet him warmly.

I laughed and asked Song Longji, did you hear any strange movements in the morgue last night?

Song Longji heard, his mouth twitched twice: “What... should there be movement? ”

I smiled deeply at him, not explaining much, but letting Song Longji open the door.

After opening the door, it was still as cold as ever, and I just went in and I couldn't help but sneeze.

When Song Longji turned on the light, my first reaction was to find an iron pot.

I found that yesterday's iron pot, which had been placed next to the body, had been crooked and all the food in it had been dispersed.

Once again, Song Longji was shocked, saying that no one had come in last night.

I said I know.

Yin Xinyue turned around and went out. She couldn't stand the scene.

When I picked up a pair of chopsticks, I packed the food scattered across the floor.

These foods have already been soaked in an iron pot, but they still hold the most basic shapes and can still be distinguished by a closer look.

The two carps are still there, except for two more big holes in the carp, as if they had been stuck with a finger. Kantong boiled it intact, I counted it, and there were few leaves, eggs, and pork bones.

Song Longji covered his nose and asked me what kind of doorway I saw in the food.

I put down the chopsticks with a smile: "Didn't you notice something was wrong? ”