The Underworld Detective

Have you ever met a strange boss who chops customers into meat sauce and steams them into a big cage for sale?

Have you ever met a strange doctor who turned his enemies into pigs and imprisoned them in a farm?

Have you ever seen a strange orphan raised as a child by a bat who sucks human blood for a living?

I've seen it all.

My name is Song Yang, and I am currently the chief advisor to the Public Security Department of h Province, and my real identity is a masterpiece.

Some friends don't know. What do you do?

A masterpiece is an ancient Chinese coroner. A good masterpiece not only examines an autopsy, but also masters an unknown set of tricks.

They can often use yellow wine, silver needles, red umbrellas, pine incense and other civilian objects to break the mouth of the deceased and seize blood killers.

Throughout my 30 years of service to the Public Security Office, I have used my family skills to solve countless major cases of shock to China, some perverted, some horrible, some cruel, and some scalping.

I decided to share my experiences with you in order to let the future know the magic of doing this.

However, given the principle of confidentiality of the Public Security Office, many cities and characters have used aliases, and I hope that you can understand, well, the book is back to normal!

Born in a small county in the south, I haven't seen my parents since I was a kid, living with my grandfather in an ancient ancestral home.

My grandfather loved me more than anything, even though I had no parents.

In my life, he taught me only once: “Yang, remember, when you grow up, you won't stop Grandpa from doing anything. Only three professions don't touch each other, first as an official, second as a policeman, and third... as a forensic doctor! ”

I was young, I didn't even know what a forensic doctor was, I just nodded knowingly.

But as I grew older, I gradually developed a strange feeling that my grandfather's identity was definitely not simple!

The reason I feel this way is because my grandfather has nothing to do every day, he never goes down to work, but he has constant money to buy me good food for school.

And every once in a while, big leaders come to visit with a bunch of little policemen, very respectful of grandpa's attitude, and often send gifts, such as Maotai wine, specially for panda cigarettes and so on.

They tend to talk to their grandfather in the room for a long time, an hour short, hours long, and sometimes even from morning to evening. Less than a few days after each of these leaders left, there was a big case in the province that was solved, like the Chuan Cuisine Hall Mint Case, the Southwest University Corpse Case, which was so exciting all over the country that I heard about living in a small county city.

I concealed that the breaking of these cases was inextricably linked to Grandpa, but he would never reveal a word to me!

Grandpa's relationship made the whole family follow suit. My aunt's business outside has been smooth. On one occasion, my aunt lost a car on the highway, and the police took one day to deliver the car with respect.

Even my time in high school was a few tens of degrees short, and I was finally admitted to key secondary schools as I wished.

When I was twelve years old, the county was about to build a road that happened to pass through Song's old house. The neighbors couldn't hold the soft, hard bubbles of the demolition and relocation office and moved away. Only Grandpa didn't want to give up the old house that his ancestors had uploaded, and Iron Heart wanted to be a 'nail family'.

The foreman who built this road was not a fuel-efficient lamp. He couldn't see the softness. He drove two excavators directly to our door. Boom-room pushed down a wall and made it clear that it was Leviticus!

The scene scared the crap out of me.

Grandpa sighed softly, picked up the phone and dialed a number, said a few words in a trivial manner. After a few minutes, the excavator actually left in a hurry.

And the next morning, many leaders and the charterer personally went to the door to apologize, and the charterer paid $100,000 in damages in person. This is a lot of money for a small county, but Grandpa just waved his hand gently and declined the offer.

Of course, the road continued to be built, except for a big bend in front of our door. This matter buried a strong curiosity in my young mind. Why is Grandpa so intelligent?

When I was fifteen years old, I accidentally turned into two broken books in the box of my old house, one called "The Real Book of the Grievance Collection", written in seven years of Southern Song Junyu, the author is a man named Song Chi. The other book is called The Prison Break, and it doesn't have an author on it.

At my language level, it was a little hard to understand these two ancient books. I could barely understand the little people painted in the two books. They were all about the structure of the human body, the examination of corpses and other things.

For some reason, these two books have an extraordinary magic power over me. I can't let go of them after flipping them open. I hide them from Grandpa and promote the spirit of ants eating bones. The hard part is to ‘eat’ these two obscure ancient books!

These two books seem to me to be the gateway to a new world, although they mention the profession of masturbation, the ancient specialty of examining corpses in search of clues to solve cases. But I don't find it scary at all, I find it fresh, interesting and challenging.

When I was 16, for the first time in my life, I had the opportunity to learn.

At that time, it was three volts of heaven. Grandpa had some business going out early in the morning. I was home for the summer vacation. I had nothing to do. I glued a bamboo pole to catch the tree and learned to play. At this time, a black Jetta sedan had a brake, and 'Yi’ stopped at the door of Song's old house.

The car came down a big man, a state-written face, big eyebrows, the skin was bronzed, the wind and fire entered the yard. I recognize him as a police officer who visited Grandpa a few times before, and I remember his surname as Sun.

Inspector Sun did not wear a uniform today, but a short sleeve shirt with a briefcase in his hand. He was sweating his head. When he saw me splitting his head, he asked: "Kid, is your grandfather home? ”

“No, he's out. ”

Officer Sun wrinkled his bad luck, picked up his collar and kept fanning, muttering: “This weather is so hot. ”

I hurried and said, "Uncle, come inside and have a seat! I'll pour you a cold drink. ”

“Okay, that's good! ”

Inspector Sun went into the living room to find a chair without any courtesy, took a big cup of Cola Goo Goo Goo Goo into his stomach, rubbed his mouth smoothly, and lit a cigarette and asked me, "Kid, did you go to high school? ”

“Just went to high school.” I replied.

“How'd it go? ”

“It's okay. ”

“Did one of your classmates bully you? ”

“No.”

“If one of your classmates doesn't bully you in the long run, tell your uncle to help you find a place!” Inspector Sun laughed.

“Uncle, what do you have to do with my grandfather?” I think this is a great opportunity to get to know Grandpa.

“Your grandfather, he is a very high man who has been in trouble for a hundred years. Unfortunately, his temper has also been stubborn for a hundred years. I don't know how many leaders have come to invite him out of the mountains these years. He just doesn't want to live or die. Last year, a director offered him a condition that if he worked for us for the police for a year, he would retire and receive a pension of 50,000 a month. This condition was not satisfactory, and I was satisfied! So we had to work together in another way.” Officer Sun sighed.

“Collaborate. Collaborate on what?” I asked.

Officer Sun just wanted to answer. He suddenly realized that he seemed to have missed his mouth and quickly covered his stomach. “Oh, my God, my stomach suddenly hurts. It's probably too cold to drink. Where is the toilet? ”

“In the backyard.” I put a finger to it.

Officer Sun covered his stomach and ran into the backyard like a wind, followed by a rare noise.

Officer Sun left a briefcase button on the table and slipped out a photo. Something red, red, green and green on it aroused my strong curiosity!

While there was no one there, I let the ghost reach over and beat my heart like a drum. In my consciousness, it's illegal to peek into police classified documents, maybe go to jail, but I really want to see it.

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

I took that picture out of my briefcase, unexpectedly, of a corpse, although I've seen a lot of dead people in a movie, but I know it's fake and far from shocked by the real corpse.

The body in the photograph was an adult male wearing a suit, the white shirt had been stained red with blood, he drowned his head and sat in front of an open safe with a pair of glasses hanging from his right ear. There was a long, deep wound to his throat, from which blood came out.

And the body was covered with lots of money, and there was a lot of blood on it.

My eyes were sucked by the content in the photo, I didn't feel terrible at all, I even had a kind of unrestrained excitement, like a hungry man seeing food, a porn wolf seeing a beautiful woman, I know this metaphor is a little inappropriate, the dead should respect it, but I just feel unknown excitement!

Just as I saw it, I suddenly reached out behind my back with a big hand and snatched the picture from my hand.

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

“Kid, who allowed you to peek at my files, peek at the police files, it's illegal, you know?” Officer Sun was angry.

“I just... I just looked... really...” I was so scared.

Officer Sun shrugged his eyes and suddenly revealed a cunning smile at the corner of his mouth. He said: "Why don't I test you like this? If you answer this, forget it. If you can't answer it, don't blame me me. Please go to the police station and reflect for a few days. ”

And he said, "I'm relieved," because I guess I guessed what he was going to test me for!

Unexpectedly, after I nodded, Officer Sun asked me, "Tell me, what murder weapon killed this man? ”

“Give me the picture. ”

I took the photograph and swept it again, saying with great certainty: "The wound on my throat is a fatal wound. From the shape of the wound, it was injured by a sharp weapon with an edge, but if it was a knife, dagger or other murder weapon, I don't think you would have asked me this question specifically, so the murder weapon must be special! ”

Inspector Sun came and said, “Yes, the little hairy boy said something like that. Why don't you tell me what the murder weapon is? ”

I handed over the photo: "The murder weapon is on this photo. ”

Officer Sun stared at the photograph and blinked: “Is the murder weapon in the photograph? You're not talking nonsense. I personally participated in the investigation. I searched inside and outside the scene and didn't find the murder weapon. In fact, the killer had already caught it. If it wasn't for the murder weapon..." He suddenly stopped talking and coughed: “Don't talk nonsense, tell me what the murder weapon is! ”

“Exactly the money on the ground!” I simply replied, “These are the notes, to be precise. ”

Officer Sun blinked in dismay: "Money? No, how is that possible? ”

“Why is it impossible to tie a brand new note tightly together, with the edges sharp enough to cut such deep wounds, and then spread them out and throw them at the scene of the murder, so the 'murder weapon' disappears.” I replied.

Inspector Sun took a sip of cool air and couldn't help but lift his thumb at me: “Wow, he is the grandson of Song Zhaolin. ”

In fact, this is not what I came up with. In the bizarre case documented in the Prison Break, there were cases of paper knife killings. When I saw the blood stained banknotes scattered all over the photograph, I accidentally associated it with the above. From what Officer Sun just said, it can be judged that the case should have caught the murderer, but the murder weapon could not be convicted, which is why he came to Grandpa specifically for help.

“Well, thank you, this trip is not for nothing. When will you come to the provincial capital to play? Uncle invited you to eat Kentucky. By the way, I have a daughter who goes to high school, and you two must be having fun.” Officer Sun smiled and retrieved the photo in his bag. He said to himself: "Song Zhaolin, an old thief, has been telling me that the Song family will not make any more mistakes since then. He has been cultivating you in secret. It seems that the Song family will be followed by others. It is wonderful. ”

“Sun Tiger, what are you talking about? ”

Just then, a voice came out the door, and I looked back and saw Grandpa standing there, and suddenly I was scared to death of a cold war. Because Grandpa never allowed me to touch these things, let alone read the two forbidden books.

Grandpa slowly turned his gloomy eyes from Officer Sun to me, seemed to understand something, at that moment I was really scared to the extreme!