The Underworld Detective

We went to the forensic lab, and an assistant was looking at something in the microscope, and he saw us coming in, and he was ready to say hello, and Huang Xiaotao said, "Buy yourself a favor, I'll grab a bottle of glucose for the case. ”

Huang Xiaotao took a vial, we couldn't have had it here, or went back to the skeleton dorm.

I opened my mouth with a disinfected little cone, poured some into the container, and tasted it with Huang Xiaotao alone. It turns out that our taste for sugar metals is normal, but we just can't get the protein.

Huang Xiaotao said, "I think there's a man in our case who's been mistaken for a vampire, and he's got alloproteinacetic disorder. What kind of disease is that? ”

I think of the whole white ‘vampire’, and I shook my head: “Impossible, allogeneic protein intake disorders are hereditary diseases, and that's not something you can't eat, but an allergic reaction to eating. We just have a taste problem, and we eat a lot of meat at noon. ”

“Oh, yeah, why didn't you respond at noon?” Huang Xiaotao asked.

“Perhaps the body had not absorbed toxins at that time. ”

I thought about it for half a day and couldn't figure out what it meant to throw this poison. Huang Xiaotao packed his things by hand, suddenly Ouch, covering his fingers, so he accidentally got stuck by the cone I put on the table.

I hurried and said, "Don't move. I'll get you an iodine flute. ”

Huang Xiaotao did not care: “No, small wound. ”

She sucked her finger with her mouth, and I said it was inflammable, or did I find an iodine volt to wipe her off? When I turned around, I suddenly realized something was wrong, and I looked at Huang Xiao Peach, and she said, “What, suddenly look at me like this, I have words on my face? ”

I said, "Did you just suck your own blood and not feel sick? ”

Huang Xiaotao shook his head: "No, there's protein in the blood? ”

“Of course there is, and the content is high!” I said.

Huang Xiaotao recalled: “Not only is it not disgusting, but it also smells a little sweet. ”

I had a bad guess, and to verify it, I took a disinfected knife, cut my finger off, and let go of a little blood. I picked it up and sipped it, and the taste of blood was incredibly sweet and unparalleled.

I handed it to Huang Xiaotao, and she sipped the letter in suspicion, with her mouth covered, and so on: "Oh my God, how is your blood so delicious? ”

I shook my head seriously: "It's not my blood that tastes good, it's this toxin that is interfering with our taste, making the brain think human blood tastes good. ”

Huang Xiaotao said, "But is the protein in the blood different from the protein in the milk? ”

“Definitely not. ”

I remember what happened at the steak shop, and the protein in human and bovine blood should be said to be the same ingredient, why is it so bad? Strictly speaking, each organism has a unique bioenzyme, so that the body can distinguish it by eating the same kind of bioenzyme and secrete antiretrovirals to stop this behavior.

And when I think about it, I say, "The problem is not with the bottle, it's with the person who sent it, and that person has absolutely no motive. ”

Huang Xiaotao shouted: “I'll call my dad now! ”

She unplugged the phone and prompted her not to connect, so she called home again. Nanny Zhang told her that Master Huang had gone out with a friend at night. Huang Xiaotao asked which friend, the one who gave the wine, was Mu.

Hanging up the phone, Huang Xiaotao walked out of the skeletal dorm. I followed her to the technical office. She asked the technician to check the location of Mr. Huang's phone.

One phone is sure to be traceable, but Master Huang's phone has no news. Huang Xiaotao looked at me worried. I comforted her and said: "Don't be afraid, Master Huang Zijiren has his own face, it will be fine. We will now start looking at the clues we can find. ”

“Yes, let's check the bottle and call Sun Bingxin for a test! ”

When Huang Xiaotao drove into the car and passed through Sun Tiger's house, he brought Sun Bingxin, who was waiting downstairs, and I said: “How did your father agree to you coming out at night? ”

Sun Bingxin smiled and said: “I said Xiao Tao sister has 100,000 urgent tasks, I must come, who called him now is special! Case! Yes, sir! ”

I hummed, “False Ecclesiastes. ”

The yellow peach that drove the car was full of color and she was in no mood to joke.

We came to Old Master Huang's house, and Mama Zhang opened the door. I asked Sun Bingxin to take the whole bottle of wine for testing. After all, it was the only clue at hand. The fingerprints on the bottle and the place where the bottle was produced were worth checking. A cup was also taken with a sample of Master Huang's fingerprints on it.

When I went downstairs, Huang Xiaotao said to me, "Remember that time when Li Wenjia asked me to make a choice, and I chose my father to die? ”

I know what she's trying to say, "You don't have to feel guilty about it, it's all that lunatic who made you do it. ”

Huang Xiaotao shook his head: “How can I not feel guilty? Since then, I have always felt like an unfaithful daughter. I always hoped that something could be done to make up for my father. I hope that he will be okay. How do I know that he is involved in the case again...”

Sun Bingxin said: "Sister Tao, my father often doesn't come back at night, it's okay. ”

Huang Xiaotao snorted: “It doesn't hurt my back to stand talkin '. When your father was hit by a car, didn't you cry too? ”

I hurried up the circle: "Okay, okay, don't think in the wrong direction, do what you can. ”

“Besides testing this bottle, what else is there to do?” Huang Xiaotao asked.

I said, "I just walked into the house and noticed a couple of ties thrown on the couch, a pair of leather shoes missing from the shoe rack, and a cane that was hanging on the hanger. The place to wear a tie and shoes should be a very formal occasion, from this level of consideration, at least not kidnapped, and his car took off? ”

Huang Xiaotao shook his head: “No! ”

I said, "That means a friend picked him up. It can't be a meeting in the middle of the night. It could be a private party, a banquet, something like that. You can ask around in your dad's circle. ”

Huang Xiaotao wondered: “But how can his phone not be traced? ”

I explained: "Perhaps there's some kind of shielding device on the scene that blocks cell phone signals, and some high-end clubs do. ”

Huang Xiaotao was a little distracted: “You made sense in your analysis. It looks like my father should be fine. ”

I'm just trying to comfort her. It can't be okay, but it's not the kind of accident we imagined. That bottle of wine that makes human protein taste amazing is definitely not something that ordinary people can make out of, and it certainly does something.

I was worried that when Huang Xiaotao found out what Master Huang was doing tonight, he would have to be handcuffed!