The Underworld Detective

When Roshu was arrested, the archaeologists were shocked.

I studied his gear and found that the armor on the kid was made of rubber, it looked very similar to steel, the shoes were padded up; as for the fire mask, there was dry ice hidden inside, and the red diode, the dry ice volatilized into the air, and under the illumination of the secondary tube, it was like a flame, which was quite novel, and the prop sword was the same principle.

Besides, he's wearing a gas mask under the mask!

I'm still most interested in that black stone, I flip back and forth, I don't know what it is, Song Xingsheng caught it in my hand, and he asked me, "Look at what kind of plant it looks like. ”

When he reminded me, I understood, "Mandolo? I understand that this is a fossil of mandolo flower that produces a lot of calcium phosphide in the crust movement, so just pouring water over it releases poisonous smoke and hallucinogenic gases... but this gas is powerful enough. ”

“This should be the extinct star Mandolo, said to be extremely toxic.” Song Xingsheng explained.

Everyone cared about the truth, and I stretched out my hand to show you how quiet it was, and I said, "When we find out, we'll tell you. There's no ghost here. There's only one person who wants to test it. You can safely continue digging! ”

We brought Roshu back to the city for a night raid.

In the training room, Roshu was angry: "Why aren't you afraid? ”

I shrugged helplessly: "Because I always believed that ghosts couldn't kill people. Tell me, why are you doing this? ”

Roshu snapped his teeth tight and Huang Xiaotao slapped the table: “Four lives, the iron evidence is like a mountain, whether you recruit or not, will not escape the law sanction, I advise you to confess! It's also a relief for you. ”

Roshu suddenly cried, covered his face and cried, then raised his tear-stained face: “Can I ignore that old bastard digging our ancestors' graves? ”

“What?!” Huang Xiaotao and I stood up shocked.

Roche, for his part, slowly complained about the past. After more than three years with Professor Sima, he felt particularly discouraged when he knew what Professor Sima was doing. As a professor, he did not lead by example.

They came here a month ago for a routine survey, and a soil test showed that there was a grave of five generations and ten nations hidden there.

Roshu suddenly remembered that his family had left a general in five or ten generations and contacted his family to find out. Otherwise, the general was buried here.

Roshuzhong privately found Professor Sima and told him about the situation, but Professor Sima said a bunch of moral reasons, saying that what belonged to the State, not to individuals, and the next night came here a group of tomb thieves, stole several cultural relics.

As always, Professor Sima began acting under false pretenses to accuse the grave thieves of shameful acts. But Roche knew it was Professor Sima who sold the information, and he hated him more than the tomb thieves.

Since then, he has made a secret determination to do something.

So he quietly went to the surrounding towns and bought some materials and made a series of haunted incidents at the scene, with the intention of blocking the excavation.

The plan was very successful, and the odd atmosphere pervaded the archaeological site, causing panic!

On the day he discovered the tombstone, Roshu accidentally dug a town tombstone, this black dragon claw stone, which he haunted.

He took the black dragon claw stone into the tent and tried to wash the dust off it with alcohol. I didn't expect a little moisture in the alcohol to react violently with it. The stone boiled like a nourishing sound, spraying a white mist, he inhaled a little and felt painful.

Speaking of which, Roshu ripped his neck off and saw a lot of red dots on his neck, which were already fading away.

I was surprised that the evidence had always been on him.

He went on to tell him that the magical function of this stone revealed him, and he thought it was in the midst of the ancestral underworld that he was instructing him to stop Professor Simma from stealing national relics.

So he started a much crazier and bolder plan to sanction this old son of a bitch who insisted on stealing himself instead of his ancestors! He bought a tall armor online under an alias and made his own slight modification, which gave him this scary headline.

One evening, he made an anonymous letter in Professor Sima's bed that he could not read, asked him to meet him in the tomb room, and ran into the tomb early to ambush himself.

But it didn't occur to me that two drunk wagerers broke in. Ambushed in the back of the coffin, Roshu fears to expose his identity and decides to kill him. Once someone dies, it will also increase the strange atmosphere here!

So he tested the dragon claw stone and it worked better than I thought. One man died on the spot and the other was ready to run. He pulled a stick from behind and it turned out, but the female civilian worker ran away.

Roshu killed for the first time, panicked, wanted to put all the bodies in the coffin, but was scared when he hugged one, plus the woman's hysterical screams coming from outside, he immediately left.

The woman's scream shook the entire camp, and Roshu quickly ran back behind the tent at night, taking off his armor and hiding it in a pre-dug hole before returning to the tent. Professor Anonymous Shinsma hadn't opened it yet, and Roshu didn't think it was a good idea, so he tore it up.

As if there were ancestral blessings in the underworld, the witness went mad. Roshu was even more convinced that in the ancestral land, all his actions were like God's help!

However, there was no suitable opportunity to wait, and the night we arrived, Roshu buried a tape recorder outside, trying to scare us, but saw Professor Sima sneaking out of the camp.

Roshuzhong followed him. Turns out Professor Sima ran to Zhou Dare, a burglar in the forest. He intends to hand out several pieces of underwater equipment in the tomb, but because the price is not close, Professor Sima ripped off the check on the spot, and Zhou dared angrily to say to him, “If you don't give it to me, I'll take it myself! ”

Professor Sima warned, "Don't be so bold. There's a cop here. ”

Zhou dared to grin Lian: “If I fall into the net, I will shake you out. We are grasshoppers on the same rope! ”

When Roshu heard about this, he had already guessed that Zhou Dare might take action, so he quickly returned to the camp...

The next night, Roshu put sleeping pills in Xie Ding's men's cup and a little dragon claw powder in Professor Sima's asthma medicine. He left quietly and ambushed in the woods. Zhou dared to bring people here. He was still dressed as a zombie.

On their way back, Roshu intercepted and killed Zhou Dare, while ‘backing away’ us and quickly returning to the camp, when another ‘good news' came and Professor Sima died.

Roshu was thrilled, and then we announced that we would no longer investigate, and he was intoxicated by the joy of victory all night, silently thanking his ancestors for their help.

Of course he had no idea that the mantis had caught the cicada, and the lark was behind it, and we had been watching him since then.

“This old man has sinned badly. All I did was walk for heaven's sake!” Roshu's expression seems to be more upbeat than ours.

I said, "You seem to feel pretty good about yourself, but that won't wash you off on behalf of Skywalker. ”

Roshu looked at me with disdain: "I just did what I had to do. If I were you, would you be indifferent if I watched my ancestors' graves shattered? ”

Huang Xiaotao sighed Lian: “Silly child, why don't you report Professor Simma, you have to use this extreme method? ”

In Roshu, tears rolled, and his teeth rattled: “Am I reporting too little? I've reported it to the school, I've written to the Cultural Relics Bureau, and not a hundred times, but 80 times, but every time it's the sea of stone, all departments are kicking leather balls! ”

“With his old qualifications and half of the school leaders being his own students, he shouted for rain in the school, not only rude girls, but also stole State subsidies and sold cultural relics abroad. My last name is Luo, although I am only a poor student, but at a critical moment I must be a warrior who punishes evil! ”

I exchanged my sights with Huang Xiaotao, and Huang Xiaotao nodded: "Okay, the training is over. ”

When he was taken away, Roshu didn't have a single fear of dying before he arrived. Instead, he laughed in the hallway and recited Li Bai's "The Warrior's Bank": “Zhao Jianhu, Wu Hook Frost Xueming, silver saddle white horse, like a meteor. Kill a man in ten steps, leave him alone for a thousand miles, go to his blouse, hide and be famous. Even the bones of Dead Man are not ashamed of the world. Who can read, Your Honor? ”

Huang Xiaotao's eyes were a little wet: “If he was born in ancient times, perhaps he really was a warrior? Too bad, a good boy. ”

I said, "Though he speaks of himself as a warrior, it's actually a disguised self-realization! His student's life was in vain, but at this moment he had killed the wicked, guarded the treasure of the nation, and merged with his great ancestors, a sense of glory that transcended death. ”

Huang Xiaotao looked at me surprised and asked, "How do you know that? ”

I said, "When you first met me, you introduced me everywhere, saying that I was a Song Dynasty heir. I had a hint of darkness in my heart, and in a sense, I was supported by the halo of my ancestors. But as I come into contact with one case after another, knowing more and more people, I hope that in everyone's mind I am Song Yang, not just the descendant of Grand Song Ti. ”

Huang Xiaotao kissed me on the cheek and said with a smile: "In fact, in my eyes, you have already surpassed your ancestors! ”

A week later, after being tried by the Yunling Intermediate People's Court, the criminal suspect Roshuzhong committed intentional homicide and was sentenced to death at first instance.

The court in Roshu pleaded not to appeal.