The Underworld Detective

I just finished, Roshu snapped the enamel tank in his hand and shouted angrily: "Are you mistaken? Why are you suspicious of us? We came all the way here to the dining area archaeological, are we sick, scared ourselves, why don't you investigate the civilian workers, they have the worst tummy. ”

Xie Dingman dissatisfied: “How can you talk? How can you be hired by civilian workers? Those who chase their ancestors for three generations are farmers. ”

Roshu accidentally pulled out a cigarette: "I'm telling the truth, is that wrong? ”

Xie Dingman stood up and saw the two of them to be strangled on the spot. I hurried up the circle: “Don't be weird, suspect that everything is our job, just like archaeology is your job, I hope you all cooperate! ”

"It's going to snow in a while," said Officer Choi, "so it's better to speed up both archaeological and case solving. ”

Professor Sima concurred: “Officer Choi is right, please cooperate with me. I'll take the lead in collecting my fingerprints first. ”

Sun Bingxin used tape to collect everyone's fingerprints, which could not be tested here, and she was ready to return to the city with two large bags of shoes. Officer Choi is ready to accompany her, but Sun Bingxin whispered to me: "Brother Song Yang, you are not familiar here, will you go with someone else? ”

I couldn't resist her delicate and adorable tone, and I had to say, "Well, let me talk to Peach! ”

“There's nothing to say. You must be a wife when you're married!” Sun Bingxin mocked.

When the three of us returned to the city, Sun Bingxin went to the bureau for a test, I was relaxed and had a beautiful bowl of beef noodles at the door, then brought one to Sun Bingxin, and packed a halogenated beef for Huang Xiao Peach.

When I came to the appraisal department, Sun Bingxin was almost finished. I asked: "Any results? ”

“Nothing happened. Professor Sima had only his own fingerprints on his shoes. There were no fingerprints on the tape recorder, and this guy was quite cunning.” She opened the noodles and ate them.

“Where's the dirt?” I went on to ask.

“In the physical evidence center, it may not be until noon...”

When Sun Bingxin finished eating, I proposed to go out and visit the street. Sun Bingxin was happy.

I also went shopping for a purpose. I went straight to Yunling University to find the Department of Archaeology and ask people what Professor Sima was like.

An associate professor was surprised to ask, "What's wrong, Mr. Sima? ”

I said, "No, no, it's just a routine investigation. ”

"He's got a good character, he's been teaching here for over 30 years, he's published a lot of papers, and everyone loves him. ”

I noticed his eyes flashing a little as he spoke, and he chased after him: "Do you have anything to hide? ”

The deputy professor said embarrassingly: “It's a cop, the eyes are poison, I don't know how to say this..."

“But no problem, I'll keep it a secret!” I reassure the associate professor.

He said that Professor Sima had lost several cultural relics in the archaeological project for which he was responsible, and the school doubted him. Professor Sima worked so hard to argue that he had worked in the school for more than 30 years. The school doubted that he was selling cultural relics and broke his heart or something. This eventually disappeared. His seniority was very old, and many of the hospital leaders had been Professor Sima's students.

And I said, "What do you think? ”

The associate professor waved quickly: "I don't know, I don't know, I'm sorry, I have class, excuse me! ”

I looked at the shadow of his hasty departure into contemplation. Sun Bingxin was astonished: “Brother Song Yang, your suspicions are indeed accurate. ”

I said, "I don't care if he sells artifacts. I only care who the killer is. Is a seventy-year-old really capable of killing people? One of the victims was taken to the sarcophagus by the killer. Does he have the strength? ”

Sun Bingxin made a beautiful posture: “The elderly also have a strong body, I have seen a retired old man with particularly developed muscles on TV. ”

I laughed, "That's bullshit. You see, he's skinny as fuck. ”

“I'm just trying to inspire you.” Sun Bing vomited his tongue.

We left school, went to a supermarket nearby, bought some food and drinks, and went back to the city hall.

I was told by officers at the physical evidence centre that the first soil sample did contain a large amount of calcium phosphide and that the soil had been burned, in addition to another organic substance, which had not been tested.

The second soil sample, identified by carbon 14, is a thousand years old, but not entirely, and it also contains ordinary loess and wood chips.

I recall that the archaeological site was loess, and the boxes they used to store the equipment were filled with a lot of wood chips, and this person came in from the outside.

I thanked the officer and went back to the archaeological site with Officer Choi and Sun Bingxin.

The weather was sunny and everyone was cleaning up the relics and bones at the scene. Huang Xiaodou struck a debt: “Alas, archaeology is so boring, take a little brush and brush slowly, when will you finish the exam? ”

I laughed, "You think you're stealing graves? Run away with a big bag? I bought some snacks. Want some? ”

“Of course! Lunch is another round of march food. It's awful! ”

I bought basically snacks, and milk tea with all kinds of flavors for Song Xingsheng. He always sees milk tea, and his eyebrows show a little joy. That's his lovely side, right?

Huang Xiao Peach sat down and enjoyed jelly and beef. He waved his hands at the group of diggers and diggers in front of him. "Unlike the ancient emperor, he looked at a large group of people there to build mausoleums. ”

“Dig yourself a grave?” I can't stop laughing.

“Why are you talking so jilly? ”

Huang Xiaotao reached over and hit me, and I ducked: “I just changed the language. By the way, share the information with you. ”

After I finished, Huang Xiaotao fell into contemplation: “Looks like the old professor is really tired of cats. ”

“But you can't equate him with a murderer!” I said.

“We assume he is, you see, he is the most powerful here, plus seniority, and no one will suspect...” Huang Xiaotao said, the brighter his eyes.

“What about last night?” I interrupted with a smile.

“Perhaps someone wants to tell us something in this way, let's turn our attention to Professor Sima.” Huang Xiaopeach analyzed.

I shook my head and still felt that this reasoning was not very convincing. Imagine that Professor Simma's motive was really to resell cultural relics. On that day, he happened to be bumped into by three civilian workers. With his qualifications and powers, he could totally make up a set of words in yellow and vague, without having to kill anyone.

Murder, in my opinion, is a big lie in itself, a ‘big lie' for a round of little lies, ridiculous in terms of the proceeds of crime!

The day is long and boring, but one thing is for sure, nothing happens during the day, so I suggest we all go make up for it and be a little more spiritual at night.

Everyone snapped and slept until it was dark to eat, and Mahjong said jealously: "You guys are so relaxed to be cops. Take a nap. We're all going to get tired today. ”

Huang Xiaotao said: “Little sister, why don't you change it? Then you will know that our line of work has been labored to death, and it's only one night away. ”

Roshu suddenly asked, "Did you find the fingerprints? ”

And I said, "I'm sorry, I didn't find it. ”

Roshu couldn't help but snort: “Cut, you cops are just as efficient! ”