The Underworld Detective

Rowevy's forehead was sweating cold, and I said, "It looks like some bamboo prick. ”

I turned off the ultraviolet lamp, and I said, "From the point of view of the puncture, the deceased pushed a bamboo stick. If you don't believe me, you can probably compare the red chopsticks and see if the puncture peeled off from the top. ”

“It's really the husband who killed his mother!” Huang Xiaotao was surprised: “Mother!? This is outrageous! ”

Rovi said angrily: "Even if this makes you right, the last one who dies must be his wife, because...”

'Cause you think people can't cut their heads off, huh? ”

In my aggressive gaze, Rovi was a little shaken, and I knew she was beginning to doubt her previous judgment.

But she finally insisted: "Of course not. There are so many nerves and blood vessels around her neck. How can you chop off your head when you're half dead? Isn't that basic common sense? ”

I smiled. “How about a bet? ”

Rovi panicked: "Bet... on what? ”

She was a girl, and I didn't want to go too far, let her eat ash or anything, and she said, "Can you drive? ”

“Yes!” Rovi nodded.

“If I can prove that the deceased committed suicide, you'll be our driver for free the next few days in Wuqu City.” I said.

“What?” Rovi glared. “Why? ”

“What, no confidence?” I asked.

Rovi frowned, probably weighing in and out: “What if you lose? I don't need you as my driver! ”

“You want me to have a driver's license.” I laughed, “I lost. Whatever. ”

“Well, if you lose, I want the four of you to find a knife and apologize for what happened!” Rovi thought about it.

I thought she was going to tell us not to get involved in this case, and I didn't expect Robbie to publicly defend his boyfriend, which was quite surprising. It seems she also knows a little bit about herself that they can't solve the case by themselves.

I said softly, "Don't apologize. It's okay to kneel down and admit you're wrong. ”

Huang Xiaotao's eyes widened: “Hello! ”

Rovi hugged his arm with pride: "Okay, that's what you said, gentleman...”

“The horses are hard to chase! ”

Huang Xiaotao whispered to complain: “Song Yang, you bet. Why did you put us in there too? Get down on your knees and get down on your own! ”

“Don't worry, will I get it wrong?” I smiled mysteriously.

“Well, I trust you, don't embarrass us Nanjiang City Police!” Huang Xiaotao.

“Give it a hundred hearts! ”

When Rowey saw that I didn't move, he hurried, “Well, we're still waiting to see what you've got. ”

“Take it easy, wait for my assistant.” I'm faint.

After waiting for more than 20 minutes, Wang Dali arrived back with a large bag in his hand and two pots in his back. He looked particularly funny and said in a rush: “Oh, Yoko, the supermarket here is too hard to find. Here, what you want! ”

“Thanks!” I asked Wang Ai Dynasty to hook me up to a row of glue on the ceiling.

Rowey screamed, "Hey, don't mess around here. ”

I looked at her and I said, "Should I do the autopsy? Don't worry, I'll clean it up later. ”

After I put it in place, I tied all the elastic straps into a circle, waited for the distance to hang on the wooden stick, then inserted the wooden stick into the hook, and dragged it by hand to determine if it was solid.

All the cops looked at me curiously, wondering what I was going to do?

“Uncle Wang, help me lift the body!” I command.

Dynasty and I lifted the man's body directly under the hook, kneeling it on an iron table, and then strapped it around the victim's armrest, and the body was like a hanging wire puppet.

“Is this... autopsy?” Huang Xiaotao asked.

“No, this time I'm going to use a more advanced technique than autopsy.” I took out the sewing needle and magnet and rubbed the needle in one direction on the magnet until it was magnetic and turned into a magnetic needle.

This preparation process was quite lengthy. Wang Dali started playing Bao again: “Yang Zi, I heard a joke the other day, it was funny. ”

“Tell me about it.” I asked.

“When two policemen came to the scene of the murder, the elderly policeman said to the young man: 'Xiaoming, this case has one thing in common with the secret room homicide that took place last month, as well as the pier shredding, and the last month's dumping at the crossroads.’ The young policeman asks, 'Are you saying these are the same people's murders?’ The elderly policeman said seriously, 'No, I mean, I can't solve any of these cases. ’ ”

After Wang Dali said it, he thumped his leg and laughed. Huang Xiaotao and I couldn't hold on to the fun. The speaker was unintentional and the listener intentionally, Rovi and the cops probably thought it was ironic that they couldn't solve the case and looked worse than one.

Huang Xiaotao smiled: “Will you pay attention to the occasion? ”

Wang Dali glanced at Rovi with a dastardly glance: "Okay, I get it. ”

At that time, my preparation was complete, and this time I was going to use an upgraded version of "Coroner's Surgery" —— "Coroner's Surgery," which documented an extremely subtle technique of bringing dead bodies to life through a magnetic needle puncture.

I accidentally used "autopsy" in the last vampire case, and went back and made up for the knowledge of human veins.

What the hell is a human vein? A western doctor dissected the body and discovered that there was no such vein as the Chinese called, arbitrarily claiming that the vein was just an Eastern superstition.

But in China's thousands of years of medical history, dot points and acupuncture do have a magical healing effect. In Chinese medicine theory, the human body is an indivisible whole. It is so-called pulling all over the body, through a cave can influence the function of an organ or a part, which is a fact that has been repeatedly verified for thousands of years.

Therefore, there is the view that there are many small magnetic fields in the human body, and where these small magnetic fields meet, they form a biomagnetic vein, which is the essence of the twelve vectors mentioned in the Yellow Emperor's Inner Scripture!

The so-called 'necropsy' involves stabbing a magnetic needle into a number of special cavities, releasing residual magnetism from the body's magnetic veins and allowing the muscles to repeat their pre-mortem movements.

Of course, the muscle power of being 'awakened' is insignificant, and masturbation must be carried out by external forces, such as using this tension to share the weight of the corpse, in order to see the effect.

Before I put the needle down, I warned Wang Dali: “There will be another high-energy image later. Would you like to go outside for a while? ”

Wang Dali shook his head with excitement: “It doesn't matter, I can take it. This is something I don't normally see, it's more exciting than a horror film. ”

I'm funny. Don't blame me for freaking out later.

I weighed the spine of the deceased with my fingers and stabbed the magnetic needle into the spine of the deceased's major vertebra, Shinto, Psychic stage, center, suspension, Lifegate, Lumbar Yang and closed several large points, almost without entering half a needle.

These caves can't be easily tried on living people, lightly paralyzed, and fatally heavy!

But on a dead man, it's impossible to bring him back alive without this‘ ferocity pill '.

After all the needles had been stabbed, the body did not respond, and Rovi grinned: "Cut, mysteriously for half a day, without any effect. ”

“Don't worry! ”

I slapped him on the shoulder of the body, and at this moment the body moved slowly!