C4 Wangchuan stack

The only thing he found during the autopsy was a piece of paper wrapped around a piece of bone. It was a dark yellow, and due to being soaked in water, most of the words on the paper were blurry. There were mottled red pigments on the paper, and after examination, it was cinnabar.

The only edges of my body had been polished smooth by the various corpses in the dissecting room. The words "doing my job" had been thoroughly interpreted by me. Other than investigating the corpses, I rarely asked about any other matters of the case, and I don't know why, but I would mysteriously look through the three words "Taoboreal Hall".

In the end...

The butcher wanted me to find a reason for Zhang Songlin's suicide case, but that was not something I could refute. Since the Nameless Shattered Case is related to the suicide case found by the Taoboreal Hall, the yellow paper that was already broken and incomplete might provide some clues, but first I need to understand what was written on the paper. The Forensics Department and Yun Duruo's group have been researching it for many days already, but they have not found anything, but I think that there is someone who can help me.

When I left, I saw Chu Tianqi wearing new rubber gloves. I asked as I put on my clothes.

"It's already time to get off work. Don't stay here every day. Sooner or later, people will become silly. The Public Security Bureau is not opened by your family, do you have to go all out like this?"

"The dead are big, and more and more corpses have been found. Cleaning up in time will help in the reconstruction of the corpses. Anyway, I'm fine with going back alone, so I'll just treat it as strengthening my knowledge."

Chu Tianqi's serious look made me not know whether to laugh or cry. I coincidentally met Song Chi, the head of the Economic Crimes Division, and threw a pack of cigarettes in front of Chu Tianqi.

"Learn to smoke. Stay in there every day. I had long smelled your corpse scent and it was good for you to smoke. Otherwise, you wouldn't even be able to find a wife in the future."

Chu Tianqi nodded modestly. When I closed the door, Song Chi patted my shoulder and pouted.

"This Heaven's Enlightenment fellow is quite good. He does more than he talks. Teach him some good things, otherwise he'll become a fried dough stick like you."

"Mind your own business, this is just the beginning. If it's too long, you might be even more oily than me." I smiled contemptuously at Song Chi.

I haven't been here for long, my friends are the few people in the Bureau who can't be friends. Song Chi counts as one, but I have always believed that people who are interested in making friends cannot be friends.

So I have always firmly believed that Han Yu was not my friend.

He's my landlord.

When I first transferred over, the dorm room in the department was so tense that I didn't have a place to stay, the butcher special approval department gave me a monthly allowance to rent a house outside, so I didn't need to consider the small amount of money I had, I liked to be quiet but didn't want to rent with others, I searched through the newspapers for several days and found a satisfactory house, a single house and a low rent that was unbelievable.

The address was Extreme Delight Street 25, Wangchuan Small Stack.

I don't know if it was the address that attracted me or the rent that attracted me, for fear of being rented out if I was late, but that afternoon I asked for a leave of absence, and only then did I understand the meaning of the address.

This was a street that was built next to the funeral home. The residents of this area did not like it, so there were very few people here, and the two sides of Extreme Delight Street were filled with funeral parlors that sold all kinds of funeral things. The Forgetfulness Pit was one of them, only its name was a little more refined.

I imagined that the owner of the longevity clothing store was either an expressionless, eerie old woman like the Dragon Lady, or a skinny, skinny, cold old man with a hunched back. But the people who came out of the shop surprised me.

Han Yu should be around the same age as me, around 25 or 26 years old. That was a very handsome face, like a piece of beautifully carved jade. No matter how I look at it, I couldn't find a single flaw in it.

"Hello, my name is Han Yu."

In this lifeless street, it was like a ray of sunlight that made people feel very comfortable. I had a kind of inexplicable good impression of him, and I vaguely remembered Ah Bing's words, 'A hundred ghosts send their sons, destined to deal with the dead for life.' Even the place they live is related to the dead, as if I'm still confirming his words.

A cluster of snow-white snow scurried around Han Yu. I lowered my head and saw an animal with a body as white as snow wandering around Han Yu, vigilantly watching me with a gaze filled with arrogance and coldness, completely not showing any desire to pet or tease like a normal pet. I could tell that they were examining me, and it was a kind of condescending attitude, and it was rare to see such a gaze in the eyes of an animal.

With pricked ears, long mouth, and dark red eyes, I pointed with some surprise at the clump of silver snow before I could speak.

"Bome, my pet." Han Yu said it before I could even open my mouth. " It's a bit big, but very docile. It's always been by my side when I live alone. Oh, it's called Silvermoon. "

knows about it, but he is unwilling to admit it. Thus, I didn't ask any further.

It was hard for me to picture a funeral home at the end of Blissful Road. But that didn't stop me from liking it.

"Hello, my name is Rong Yan. I want to stay here."

The room that Han Yu rented to me is on the third floor, it's a quiet attic, and the first floor is his shop called Wangchuan Small Inn. He and Silvermoon live on the second floor, and there will always be unclaimed corpses in the Bureau.

Other than selling burial items, Han Yu would also go out to create training halls for others. If I were to leave during his absence, I would help him look after the shops. It's hard to believe that an atheist like me would actually introduce some kind of underworld currency to the guests.

No matter how I look at it, he always seems to be a Taoist. It's just that the combination of a medical examiner and a Taoist is a little out of place, but we rarely have any differences in this aspect. As time passed, Silvermoon started to get close to me, and when Han Yu was not around, he would quietly lean right next to me.

When I was bored, I liked to sit on the back steps of the shop while Silvermoon nestled beside me to clean up my snow-white fur. Afterwards, he would enjoy watching Han Yu flaunt his eloquence and gradually become a way for me to amuse himself.

The old man who entered had his hands behind his back, a very sad expression hung on his face. He picked up a pile of underworld money that was worth at least a hundred million and was soon dazzled, finally holding up a stack of it and placing it in Han Yu's hands with great difficulty.

"Are you giving it to your wife or …" Han Yu's expression was very heavy, as he asked while putting away the bags.

"My daughter, the white-haired man sent off the black-haired man. He left at the age of seventeen." The old man's voice was not very angry.

"Don't be too sad, children will have their own children and grandchildren. They all live their own lives." Han Yu picked up the other bundle of underworld money and handed it over to the old man. "The amount of money you chose is too big, so it's not convenient for us sisters to use it down there. It's better for you to give her some change, so that she can use it that way."

The old man listened and nodded his head, and gave Han Yu the money. Han Yu took it and immediately passed over a box.

It's not safe for me to burn so much money for you. It's better for you to give my sister a Heaven and Earth bank's credit card. With this card, all the money will be burned and stored inside. You don't even need to bring cash when you go out.

The old man nodded his head repeatedly. There were already five hundred yuan notes in Han Yu's hands. I caressed Silvermoon's head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"Did you just say how old our sister was?" Han Yu did not seem to have the intention of letting the old man go.

"Seventeen." When it came to the old man's sorrowful thoughts, his voice became even deeper.

"Sigh, the flowers are blooming. This is going to be troublesome." Han Yu's expression looked even more sorrowful than the old man's.

"How... "What's wrong?" the old man asked anxiously.

Han Yu stuck his head out and told the old man in a low voice.

"You don't know, recently we just shot a few criminals who would kill a girl in a wretched manner. They were sent to the front and burnt a few days ago, so I guess that this person is already down there. It's not peaceful down there now, so tell me, our sister is alone down there. If we accidentally run into her …"

"Then... "What should we do? My daughter is still young." The old man was truly anxious when he heard this.

"Buy a gun for our sister!" Han Yu raised his hand, and in his hand was already a paper Klin's handgun and a small box with a factory date. "The bullets are for free, come back to me to buy them when you're done. This gun is imported, it's not cheap …"

The old man didn't even think about buying the gun, but when he left, the hundred bills in Han Yu's hand had already turned into ten, and when he turned around, he saw the bitter smile on my face.

"Aren't you afraid of retribution if you earn that money? Since you believe in reincarnation, after you go down, you'll calculate for yourself what level of the Eighteen Hells you've lived in."

"You don't understand. Everyone who comes here is just here to buy peace of mind." Han Yu waved the money in his hand and laughed disapprovingly. I can sell them peace and quiet, and that's not something money can measure. "

It's the same as his appearance, and has a very natural affinity. You obviously know that the words that come out of his mouth are ridiculous, but you will always have a kind of sincere feeling.