The Underworld Detective

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Then Huang Xiaotao, Wang Ai Dynasty and Song Jie all came in, and I put on rubber gloves: “The people are here, I started the autopsy. ”

Huang Xiaotao asked: "Song Yang... is there nothing to test? ”

I lifted the white sheet and saw that face again, my heart was still palpitating. My thoughts suddenly came back many years ago, when I faced Grandpa's body, it all started that night.

Using the name ‘Jiangbei Disabled Knife’, the Knife God noticed this huge organization hidden in the dark, step-by-step involved in it, a secondary adventure, and the Knife God changed from an enemy to a companion.

Eventually, we did what was almost impossible, and we completely defeated the Jiangbei knife, but the knife god lay before me.

I forced down the thousandth of my heart, but after the opening, my voice still swallowed a little, how many times I felt a similar smell from the Knife God, and I deceived myself to tell myself that it was impossible.

However, the face of the body in front of him proved that he had a close connection with his grandfather.

I said: "The name of the deceased is unknown, nicknamed Knife God, gender male, about 70 years old, medium size. ”

I picked up the knife god's hand and looked at it. He had many calluses on the back of his hand and finger belly. Looking up, he had strong bones and was beaten like iron. I continued: "The deceased has long practiced martial arts and has far better physical qualities than ordinary people...”

Song Jie has begun to silently wipe tears, and Huang Xiaotao groaned, “Enough, Song Yang, we know you are overgrieving, stop! ”

“No!” I glanced at everyone, “I have something to show you! Everybody, come here.”

I let them go to the other side of the morgue bed, and then I took the left arm of the knife god, and inside his arm there were four knives carved out of the word 'repentance', three years ago, two years ago, one year ago, and this year, respectively, from the depths of the wounds.

Four lined words of 'repentance' seemed to whisper in silence about the pain inside the Knife God. I even saw a scene in front of me. Late in the night, the Knife God slowly engraved on himself with a knife. He bit his teeth and endured pain and bled the entire arm.

“Say...” Huang Xiaotao looked at me: “He's been regretting killing your grandfather! ”

I said, "He looks exactly like my grandfather, only slightly older. There is no doubt that two people are twins, one becomes Wensong and one becomes Wusong. The Knife God himself said that his relationship with Grandpa was like my relationship with Song Xingsheng, and I think it should be more intimate, they have common parents. ”

I can't go on, I touched these four words with my hands: “Senpai, you must be more painful than me, I forgive you, please go under the Nine Springs and go back to your grandfather! ”

I took out the paper money, burned it in front of the knife god, and then Huang Xiaotao took a step back, and everyone bowed down to the body of the knife god.

“A glass of yellow wine to heaven and earth, two tall incense to the ghost. Palm lights sweep out the night and wash the wrongdoings of Zhaoxue Songti. ”

I whispered a song from the Songs.

A wind came and rolled the paper ash and circled, like a ghost to bid me farewell.

This is a lofty soul who has lived his whole life adhering to his beliefs and defending justice in his own way. He has done only one thing wrong, so he has lived in pain for many years.

Tears were creeping in my face. When the flames went out, I wiped my tears dry and beat my spirit again. I said to Song Xingsheng: "Let us send our predecessors home! ”

The body of the Knife God was cremated at the nearest crematorium. He walked alone. We were the only ones who sent him. His name would not be known to the family, it would not be written on the list of martyrs, but only inscribed in my heart.

I took the ash altar of the sword god, and Huang Xiaotao temporarily separated, followed Song Xingshen and Song Jie to Fujian Songjia Village.

When we came to the village, we encountered a group of Wu-Song to stop the road, and the other party drank loudly: “Song Yang, whose ashes you brought back, Song Jia Village is not a cemetery. Anyone can be buried, must explain clearly. ”

I said: "His name is Knife God, he is my grandfather's brother and Song family! ”

The crowd suddenly turned to hear each other, an elderly uncle said: "Song Yang, this man has long been expelled from the people, his name has also been removed from the ethnic spectrum, which is the order of the three elders. So he must not be buried with the ancestors of the Song family. It is an insult to no ancestors! ”

I had expected this reaction, and I asked, "Why? ”

“We have no obligation to explain to you that this man is disobedient, a different kind, he is no longer a Song family. ”

Song Xingsheng, who had always been calm, suddenly got excited: “Senior was killed in the defeat of Jiangbei crippled knife. He died mightily and asked uncles to let us meet the elders! ”

“Defeat the Jiangbei Knife?” Everyone was stunned: “Are you kidding me? He alone defeated the Jiangbei cripple knife...”

“It's not just him, it's us, it's a lot of people working together, Jiangbei crippled knife no longer exists!” I pronounce aloud.

Everyone instantly blew up the pot, and most people simply couldn't believe it was true and stunned.

At this time, an old Mai's voice came from the half-waisted view of Taoism: “Are you saying that Jiangbei's crippled knife has been destroyed? ”

The crowd suddenly flashed a gap and the three white-haired old men flew down the mountain with their crutches. They came to me, and the three of us hurried to greet them: "Hello Elder! ”

And I said, "Yes, we've destroyed them all. ”

Then I heard the crutches landing.

“Unexpected, unexpected! You can actually see this scene in your lifetime. ”

“I don't believe it. Is that how the organization was eliminated? ”

“Unless it's a miracle! ”

The three elders reacted differently, but with the same surprise, and one of them waved at me: "Follow me and get things straight. ”

We came to a temple for a Qingxiu man dressed in a purple official dress of the Song Dynasty. That was the ancestor Song Zhi. The three elders sat in the upper head. All the people stood around, and then Song Heting also sat in a wheelchair and came to the scene.

Her voice was shaking with excitement: "Song Yang, the stars, are you back?” Then her eyes fell on the ashes that I held in my arms: "Is this... a senior? ”

“Yes!” I nodded, “I was about to tell you. ”

I said everything back and forth, almost all morning, no one left in the middle, everyone listened carefully, there was no sound.

After that, the rooster was silent and suddenly someone shouted: "Great, the Jiangbei knife was finally wiped out. ”

Regardless of the courtesy of the temple, people cheered well. It took a while for the elders to cough to show everyone to converge.

The elder shushed: "Song Yang, you really did a wild deed! ”

I looked at the porcelain in my arms: "No, without him, we would never have made it this far. ”

Song Heting saw this scene and struggled to walk down the wheelchair on one knee: “Elder, when you drove Uncle Zhaolong out of Song's house, it was because he joined the organization, claiming to be undercover, but the identity was unknown, at that time, you all believed that this generation could not destroy Jiangbei's handicapped knife, and no one could ever finish this. But now, Uncle Zhaolong proved his position, and Jiangbei crippled knife has been eliminated. If such kung fu dies without a burial place, I think the ancestor Song Zhi will chill. ”

The three elders discussed it with each other and finally cleared their throats: “The crane pavilion makes sense. We announce that Song Zhaolong will regain his name from this day forward. He will be buried in the graves of Song's ancestors and enjoy the perfume of the birth of Song's grandchildren. ”

Though I don't believe in ghosts, I was relieved for a while, and I said to the altar, "Senior, do you hear me? You can finally go home. ”