The Underworld Detective

We came to Professor Sima's tent, where the lights were on, and Roshu saw me come in, and Yin Yang asked weirdly, "Did you find out, Detective? ”

I ignored him, looked around the house, found an old briefcase, opened it, found a lot of inhaled spray, hadn't opened the seal, and I said, "Professor Sima has asthma? ”

Xie Ting explained: "It's nervous, it's usually not much of a seizure, you can't catch your breath when you get excited.” After that, he picked up the cup and shook it: “Strange, why did I lose a cup of tea that I had left here before? ”

On Roshu's face, a slightly different colour passed away.

Leaving the tent, the hemp braids and bows surrounded me and Huang Xiaotao and asked, “Comrade Police, could you please tell us something, the professor suddenly died and we were all terrified. ”

”'We're still investigating this,' said Huang Xiaotao.

Mahflower braids distinguish between unbelievable and unbelievable: “Blur us with that again!” She shook my arm and said, "Brother, please tell us." ”

I pretended to be an awkward god, lowering my voice and whispering, “Then don't say it anywhere. ”

“Definitely!” The two look forward to it.

I mysteriously pulled the tone: “I suspect the case is most likely a ghost! ”

I said jealously what I saw. Both of them were stunned and said goodbye. I waited for Huang Xiaotao to blame me, but she didn't move. I asked: "Why don't you blame me me for revealing the case? ”

Huang Xiaotao chuckled: “You still want to hide your three-legged cat act? You're putting up smoke bombs, aren't you? Intentionally pretending to believe in ghosts, it paralyzes the true viciousness. ”

And I laughed, “Yes, I want to catch you. ”

“So you already have suspicions in your mind?” Huang Xiaotao asked.

“Yes, I do, but I don't have any evidence, so I won't say it for the time being.” I keep selling Guan.

“Again!” Huang Xiao Peach whispered in disgust.

I noticed some wet dirt on the ground, I snapped it a little bit with my evidence bag, and then I stood up straight: “It doesn't make sense to tell you a name now, what motivated the killer, why kill Professor Sima, these truths need to be uncovered one by one… let's go, autopsy first. ”

We passed beneath the mound, and the tomb thieves dressed as zombies squatted away. Before Huang Xiaotao let the civilian workers look at them, now the civilian workers talk to them: “Which village are you from?”, “what the hell is wrong with you? Are you afraid of God's sin? ”

I looked at them, and I wanted to laugh, and the real tomb thief wasn't really handsome at all.

A grave thief shouted at us: "The government, when will we be tried? My feet are numb. ”

I said, "The deceased has priority. You wait. ”

The man was not relieved: “I can swear to God, we were really hired. This was all Zhou's idea. ”

Huang Xiaotao appeased: “Ok, ok, I know you are good people who have gone astray, you will be fine after the handover. ”

Huang Xiaotao was playing with the word game. When she said 'It's OK’, she meant taking them back to the station and holding them in captivity, but these idiots thought they were going to release them, and all of a sudden they were happy and confessed.

We went to Professor Sima's body, and Officer Choi looked at the watch and said, "I'm going to find the body in the woods and the missing relics! ”

I said, "Okay, you call a couple of civilian workers, and if you smell garlic in the air, don't go any further. ”

Officer Choi nodded. “I still have this vigilance. ”

We started the autopsy, and Professor Sima died less than an hour ago, and I approached his mouth, nose and smell, still smelling calcium phosphide.

His fingernails cracked open and there was blood all over them, and I quickly analyzed: “There were also a lot of scratch marks and blood marks on the inside of the sarcophagus, and if I'm not mistaken, Professor Simma lay himself in the sarcophagus and covered it. ”

“Lay yourself in? But the coffin is 50 kilos too, both of you push hard!” Huang Xiao Peach said in surprise.

“People explode an amazing power in fear, and after inhaling this mist, they create a tremendous sense of fear.” I said.

“Calcium phosphide?” Huang Xiaotao asked.

“No, calcium phosphide is just an adjunct to help it volatilize, and should be another organic substance that has not been tested, similar to dreaming dispersion.” I suddenly had the idea that this thing wasn't used by the tomb owner to prevent theft, was it an undercover device?

“Shall we go back to the tomb and look for traces of it?” Huang Xiaotao asked.

I thought about it, and I shook my head: "No, on the one hand, we're investigating a lot more destructive, and on the other hand, this thing itself is not the key, it's just a tool. ”

I took out the bones and listened to Professor Sima's guts, his heart and lungs were in a state of high arousal at the moment of death, and he inhaled many foreign objects in his lungs, possibly dust from the coffin, proving once again that he was in a state of extreme fear.

I searched Professor Sima and took out the same personal belongings and suddenly found a small piece of paper in his rolled sleeve.

I took out the piece of paper, but the little thumbnail cover was big, the edge was ripped open, and it had a blue wave stripe on it, and I didn't know what it was for.

I stood up and said, "Go, interrogate the tomb thieves! ”

We went to the bottom of the dirt hill and Huang Xiaotao asked them what their names were. These people were told like the number of newspapers: “My name is Zhang Liling”, “My name is Hu Bayi”, “My name is Miss Si”...

Though we don't usually read tomb theft novels, we still know the names, and I'm angry: "Stop, stop! Monty who? If I can beat these people up, I can open a novel tomorrow. ”

The people in the first row said embarrassingly: “Report to the government, this is the code name Zhou dared to give us, we are usually used to shouting. ”

“Say your real name. ”

“My name is Zhou Jiabao”, “My name is Ma Dashun”, “My name is Tuesday Dog”...

Huang Xiaotao wrote these names down, and I asked the first row of people to explain the situation.

He said Zhou Dare was also from their village before. He went out and made a lot of money more than a decade ago, allegedly for dry civil engineering. Everyone wanted him to bring the townsfolks together to be rich, but Zhou dared to die alive and disagree, and the villagers stabbed him in the back of the spinal bone.

Last week, I dared to come back and find them. I've had drinks with my big buddies since I was a kid. The table revealed that he had a big deal. Ask people if they want to do it.

Money doesn't earn bastards. They're all poor. Promise.

So on a night of wind and darkness, Zhou dared to bring them to the cemetery...

“Speak the point!” Yellow Peach scolded.

“Yes, tell me the point! ”

The man went on to say that it was only after that night that they realized that Zhou dared to work outside all these years as a tomb robber. He told the group that the area around their village, in the ancient golden area, which was a funeral, had hidden ancient tombs in it, and that it was worth tens of thousands of dollars to pick out one or two tile cans.

In front of the great interests, everyone moved their hearts and followed Zhou boldly to dig their ancestral graves. Some of them have read tomb theft novels. Turns out the real tomb theft is less dangerous. It's just that the after-sales sales are more cumbersome. Zhou dare never reveal the sales process, so he eats meat every time and everyone drinks soup.

So someone was dissatisfied, and I thought, "What's the big deal? I'll do it myself."

A year ago, a few of them went out on their own and came back for six months, saying that Zhou was a god! In response to that statement, there was no harm without comparison. A few of them wandered the mountain for months without finding a tomb, but Zhou always found the official's ancient tomb with precision.