The Underworld Detective

I said to the rat, "Okay, your undercover assignment is over. Go back to the Bureau Leader Bonus! ”

The rat laughed and said, “Thank you, Brother Song, but I will withdraw immediately. The Black Panthers will definitely suspect me. I'll hang around for a few more days to see if there are any other clues. ”

And I said, "Be careful yourself! ”

Looking at the reddish appearance of the rat, I knew that his undercover career was moisturizing. After all, it was not collecting evidence of crime, and there was no pressure at all.

After breaking up with the rat, I called Wang Dali and said that he was going to perform an autopsy at night, bring my things over, then go to the public security bureau and tell Huang Xiaotao the situation. After spending some time in the bureau, Wang Dali came at 6: 00. The three of us had dinner. Huang Xiaotao let us in the car. Wang Dali asked in a misty spot: "Aren't you going to have an autopsy? ”

“Not in the Bureau, somewhere else.” I mysteriously said.

If you tell him it's a funeral parlor, he'll probably run away!

The funeral home was built on the outskirts of the city, formerly a mass grave, and was only built after liberation to promote cremation. I heard there was a lot of strange things going on here. A driver once dragged a guest in the middle of the night and said he was going to the funeral home. The driver didn't want to go there. The other party offered to give him an extra money before agreeing to drive him. The guest suddenly disappeared after going to the place, leaving only a penny in the car.

Once again, a long-distance driver passed here, easy to get off, surrounded by a sudden fog, an ancient line of palace eunuchs with lanterns, escorting an old lady out of the funeral home slowly, all with no expression on her face. The driver freaked out, went home and couldn't get sick. The family invited a big fairy. The big fairy did a law saying that he hit the bypass spirit. He had to go to the funeral home to kowtow and burn incense disease. The driver came to the funeral home to hear about it. An old lady died of a heart attack a few days ago. The grandson burned a lot of paper people. The paper was almost identical to the lady eunuch he saw playing the lantern that night.

As the car became more remote, Wang Dali couldn't sit down. He kept asking me: “Song Yang, where the hell are we going? ”

I said, “The funeral home. ”

Wang Dali slowly opened his mouth and suddenly shouted: “Let me out, let me out! ”

Huang Xiaotao glanced at him with contempt from the rearview mirror: "Look at your urine. Is it a man? ”

Wang Dali cried and said: “You can go to the funeral home. It's still late in the night to find excitement, right? The place is haunted. Don't you know that? ”

I said, "This is a special case. This body has to be tested in secret, and I can't do it. ”

No trace of the autopsy will be found by the Black Panther Gang. If the forensic physician moves a knife on the body, the Black Panther Gang will surely see another fire.

I can't help but think that it's too easy to pick up two contradictory gangs of gangsters and make it a little worse for one of them, don't expose their identities, they will go to the other side to do it themselves.

Wang Dali was worried: “What if we run into something unclean in there? ”

I said, "I'm still saying that, ghosts don't hurt people. If you're really scared, go back first. ”

This is already in the suburbs. Wang Dali looked out the window and sighed: “You said the thieves were on the boat. I can only choose to accompany the gentleman...”

The evening funeral home was pitch-black, and the bleak moonlight lit the big letters of 'Nanjiang City Funeral Home', with only one lonely street lamp outside. Huang Xiaotao parked the car nearby, and when we got to the front door, I stabbed the door open with the wire I carried.

When I pushed the door open, the shaft shouted 'squeak’ and scared Wang Daoli to sneak behind me.

Huang Xiaotao smiled. “Are you scared? ”

She turned on the lights on her phone, and I told her to lower the lights a little, because there might be patrols at night, and it's not good to be seen, after all, we don't have proper investigation procedures.

The footsteps of the three of them echoed in the silent hallway, and we came to a morgue, where we could see a bed in the surveillance window on the door, a personal profile under the white sheet covered in the bed, and some of the beds were empty.

Wang Dali swallowed the spit and said: "So many dead people, what if one of them is a fraud? ”

I laughed, "Aren't you a coward? Don't think about it, okay? The more you think about it, the more you're afraid. ”

I don't know where the boss of the Black Panther Gang parked his body. He had to go into the room and take a bed to check it out. Wang Dali was waiting for us outside the door. There are many bodies here, some just died, some died a long time ago, I look a little excited, there is said to be a body farm abroad, put various corpses in one place to observe the process of decay, and only in the country can the funeral home be full of 'eye blessings’.

Though Huang Xiaotao has seen many dead people, he is still a little uncomfortable in the face of so many corpses. She grabbed my hand quietly. Huang Xiaotao's hand was slippery and cold. She smiled at me: “Your hand is so warm!” Make my heart sweet.

Some of the corpses were cross dead, traffic accidents, jumping off a building or something, the funeral home had a body beautician, gave them beauty, and I saw a corpse with a fake nose: “How strange is that nose? ”

Huang Xiaotao explained: “Maybe he landed on his face when he jumped from the building, lost his nose, and then put it on Ann again. ”

Wang Dali said outside: "Will you two stop studying? I'm afraid to stand here alone! ”

I waved, "Then come in! ”

He replied, "It's scarier in there! ”

Huang Xiaotao suddenly shouted: “Song Yang, there's someone behind you! ”

Looking back, there was nothing. Huang Xiaotao smiled with his stomach covered. Turns out she was deliberately scaring Wang Dali.

I whispered at her and shouted a few times that Wang Dali had not moved, thinking he had fainted. Wang Dali squatted at the roots of the wall and covered his chest with his hands, tearfully asking: “Is it true... really? ”

I said Huang Xiaotao teased him. Wang Daqi cried: “Sister Xiaotao, can you stop joking like this? I almost smoked it. ”

Huang Xiaotao said: “I was wrong, I was wrong, go back and buy you a drink. ”

As soon as I looked up, I suddenly saw a figure floating across the hallway, looking like a woman in shape, wearing hair, wearing a wide white coat, dripping all the way to my feet, so silently floating past.

The smile on my face subsided. Huang Xiaotao asked: "Song Yang, what do you see? ”

Afraid to scare Wang Dali, I said: "Nothing, Wang Dali, you should follow us. ”

Wang Dali said in horror: "No, no, I'm not going in! ”

Huang Xiaotao and I went in looking for the body. The morgue was long, five or six meters from this side to that side. When we got to the end of the line, we heard Wang Dali talking outside, and he said, "Sister Tao, how did you get out? Where's Song Yang? ”

I exchanged my sights with Huang Xiaotao. Huang Xiaotao was ready to shout, and I immediately shouted: “Don't scare him! ”

Wang Dali is still talking: "Sister Tao, where are you going? Do you want to go to the bathroom? Do you want me to stay with you? ”

Wang Dali didn't turn on his phone. He didn't have the night-vision capability of me. I don't know what I saw in the dark. I mistakenly thought it was Huang Xiaotao.

I patted Huang Xiaotao. Hurry up and go outside. Wang Dali saw Huang Xiaotao stuck: “What are you doing here? That's who I was talking to. ”

Huang Xiaotao said: “Am I still asking you? ”

Wang Dali suddenly danced with his hands and feet. This scared the hysteria, and then shouted a long, screaming cry: “Ghost! ”

After he finished screaming, he cried: "Yoko, I want to go back! ”

I comforted him, “Don't think too much, ghosts can't hurt people, just remember that sentence, you should come with us. ”

Wang Dali said, "The ghost can't hurt anyone” and went with us to the next morgue. He kept looking back on the road. I asked him why he kept turning back. He said: "I'm afraid something will come up behind me. It's always right to keep an eye on God. ”

I want to laugh for a while, the more cowardly people love Lenovo!

At this time, in a bed behind Wang Dali, one person slowly sat up, and the white quilt on his body slowly slipped off, revealing a pale face, and Huang Xiaotao and I opened our eyes simultaneously...