C14 Female Police Officers

After I did all this, I realized that everyone on the bus was looking at me strangely.

Was there something on my face? It was only when I lifted my nose to smell it that I discovered there was a strong smell of corpses. This smell was like smoke, it was hard for me to smell it when I smoked, but anyone who didn't smoke would know when they smelled it.

Fortunately, the bus was about to arrive at the bus stop, so I smiled awkwardly at the workers on the bus. When the bus arrived at the stop, I got off the bus quickly.

After returning home, I didn't even dare to buy clothes. I took a shower a few times, but the smell was like sticking to my flesh. I couldn't wash it at all.

I took out my own book and compared it with the one that Seventh Uncle had given me. It was only then that I realized the front half of the book was identical.

Most of them referred to the details left behind by the coroner to clear the grievances, co-authored into a book, to put it bluntly, it was a handbook of experience.

However, the latter half of the book that Seventh Uncle gave me was an eye-opener. It could completely be called a wondrous book, and the methods of autopsy in it were not related to science at all. They were actually all chanting scriptures, drawing talismans, and even some voodoo doctors' techniques.

"These things really can't be examined. My grandpa relied on this to practice medicine at the Heron Island sub-bureau. If it was me, I would have kicked him out long ago."

It was hard for me to believe it, so I threw the book aside. But immediately after, I couldn't help but have some doubts towards Seventh Uncle.

The old man said he'd been on duty at the Heron Island Division, and that was a criminal investigation, so why run a funeral shop when he was old, it didn't conform to the materialistic creed at all.

Other than that, why does Seventh Uncle know so many things about ghosts and gods? I'm on the same side as him, but I've never heard that the mortuary utility shop is run by a part-time Daoist wizard.

There are still a lot of questions about why Song Zhen'er gave Seventh Uncle dreams, but it's very hard for me to ask them all. After all, they aren't related to me, and I don't think I'll be able to meet them again in the future.

But thinking about it, it was really hard to stop thinking about it. In my mind, I thought about my university classmate, Son Qiang, who passed the public security exam to Egret City after graduation. This was the only classmate of mine who was related to criminal investigation, and my relationship with him was pretty good.

The electronic voice on the phone thought for a long time, then the sound of a siren came from the phone.

"Oh my, you son of a b * tch, you sure know how to pick your time. Just in time for me to make a call when I'm on a mission."

When I heard this, coincidentally, just as I was about to say that he should be busy first and not disturb him, Qiang Zi, on the other hand, didn't express his displeasure and said to himself:

"If you have something to say, hurry up and say it, then you found a corpse in the hotel in the middle of the night, it scared me." If you have something to say, hurry up and say it, it found a corpse in the hotel in the middle of the night, it scared me.

"Yes …" "Really? It's a bit disgusting." I thought that if Qiang Zi looked at Song Zhen's body, he wouldn't even be able to eat the next day's meal, let alone the midnight snack.

Since Qiang Zi was no longer busy, I went straight to the point. "Can you help me ask if there was an old comrade called Seventh Uncle at the Heron Island sub-bureau in the past? He should have retired already."

"Why are you asking this? A relative is still a friend." Qiang Zi is truly worthy of being a police officer. He has always wanted to get to the bottom of everything. The key point is that the things that I suspect always make people feel like they're underestimating me.

After thinking about it for a long time, I could only say to Qiang Zi, "A person I know is probably a colleague of my grandfather, so I wanted to ask for help. If possible, help me ask and keep a low profile."

"It's nothing, I'll take care of it, but you have to treat me to a drink." I agreed and hung up the phone.

I had a dream that night, and the vision was strange, too. My grandfather was wearing an old-fashioned military uniform without epaulets, and he was standing on a stretch of desert, surrounded by dead grass and red willows. In the distance were several makeshift canvas tents.

The scene was as still as the picture, and by the time it was gone, I was awake. It was noon the next day.

My Scented Candle Yuan Treasure Shop is not a big business, just a small profit. If I don't open my shop today, I would lose a day. Seeing that I have already passed the afternoon, I can't help but feel annoyed and quickly washed my face to prepare to open the store.

However, when the door opened, my eyes lit up. All the women in our street were above 60 years of age, and belonged to the elderly who stayed behind to guard the streets. Basically, if I saw a woman around 20 years of age, I would pay more attention to her beauty and ugliness.

This time, however, there was a girl standing at the door. She was at least one meter 65 and was wearing a half-sleeved poplin shirt with a low-necked collar, black suit and high heels. Her figure was graceful and her oval face had an aquiline nose.

The girl was wearing large toad sunglasses, so I couldn't see her eyes, but she gave me a strong aura.

"You are Lin Bai?"

I was suddenly asked this question and a strange feeling of being lenient and resisting was suddenly emitted from my head. I naturally nodded my head.

"You have something to talk to me about." From a single glance, it was obvious that this girl didn't come to our shop to buy incense and elemental treasures. However, even if such a beautiful girl were to ask for directions, she would still have to treat her well.

But as soon as I invited her in, the girl pulled a black leather book out of her back pocket. Inside was a picture of a white-backed, half-crowned woman in a dark blue police uniform, wearing no sunglasses to show off her extremely deep almond-shaped eyes, as if she could see through everything.

The bottom half read: FORESTER, Chief of the Forensic Section, Heron Island Division.

"A cop." I was stunned for a moment and quickly covered my mouth. My head exploded. Could something have happened to Song Ying'er's body? I thought that we were the ones who killed her. This Seventh Uncle's actions were so unreliable.

"We're calling the police, not the police. Why are you panicking?" Lin Lu's eyes were like daggers as they stabbed straight at me.