Siheyuan: Why is my crossing so ugly?

"Hmm, tricky case?"

Hearing Uncle Jiu's words, Du Weiguo's sword eyebrows were raised sharply, and he sat up from the sofa, his interest was immediately aroused.

Uncle Jiu is not an ordinary person. Apart from being a policeman, he is also a descendant of Maoshan.

Ordinary cases are not difficult for him at all. Uncle Nine was able to secure the position of detective in Yau Tsim Mong District in just one year, thanks to his ability to solve cases like a god.

The difficult case that Uncle Jiu said must have a high gold content. Even if it is not an earth-shattering case, it is definitely not a trivial case.

Du Weiguo has been working recklessly in the sea of ​​swords and blood recently, and his ability to investigate and handle cases has been ruined. Hearing this, it is inevitable that he will be a little bit happy.

However, Du Weiguo has gone through ups and downs now, and he is no longer a reckless young man. Even if he felt itchy in his heart, he didn't respond directly, but asked calmly:
"Uncle Jiu, what is the case?"

Uncle Jiu was silent, and even sighed softly, as if he was a little disappointed with Du Weiguo's answer. Time has changed, and the former enthusiasm and no regrets have turned into weighing pros and cons.

After a while, Uncle Jiu spoke again, his voice obviously lowered:

"Recently, in the Hong Kong Island area, there have been frequent occurrences of women who were sucked to death at night. In less than two weeks, eight victims have appeared one after another."

Upon hearing this, Du Weiguoying's brows furrowed: "Well, died by sucking blood?"

Uncle Jiu's voice was muffled: "Yes, all the victims died after being sucked dry of all the blood on their bodies."

Du Weiguo's tone became more serious: "Man-made?"

Uncle Jiu's voice hesitated:
"Hmm~ Judging from the wound on the victim's neck, we can only say that the blood-sucking creature should be a humanoid creature, but it has fangs."

Blood sucking, fangs, Du Weiguo couldn't help being stunned when he heard these familiar and unfamiliar words from Uncle Jiu's mouth.

In my mind, those weird creatures from the supernatural movies of later generations suddenly jumped out, ghosts?Zombie?vampire?
My mother, what about pulling chicken feathers?Is this another messy supernatural plot?
Du Weiguo's tone was a bit strange:
"Uncle Jiu, I remember, you told me before that there are no such things as zombies and ghosts in this world?"

Uncle Jiu replied angrily:

"Of course not. A person's death is like a lamp being extinguished. After dying, the soul flies away. Not to mention that there are no zombies, ghosts, ghosts, and there are no hells and reincarnations."

This kind of righteous atheism comes from the mouth of Uncle Jiu, a direct descendant of Maoshan, and there is an inexplicably strong sense of disobedience.

Du Weiguo curled his lips, suddenly wanting to laugh.

Among other things, Uncle Jiu, a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, is also a serious heir of Maoshan, a master of metaphysics, and he actually denies gods and ghosts and resists superstition with righteous words.

How do you describe this feeling?It's just that some brick-and-mortar experts are talking nonsense in a serious manner, saying that the economic situation is good and housing prices can still skyrocket, tsk, it's hard to be trusted.

Du Weiguo's tone was playful:

"Uncle Jiu, since there are no zombies in this world, what kind of humanoid creature can suck blood? A vampire in Western legend?"

Uncle Jiu seemed to be a little angry, and his voice was cold and hard:

"I'm sure there are no such things as zombie ghosts. As for vampires, they are monsters in Western legends. I don't know much about them."

Du Weiguo grinned and suppressed a smile:
"Uncle Nine, shouldn't this kind of treacherous and mysterious case be reported to the Hong Kong Island authorities for MI[-] to take over, or ask a demon hunter or paladin from the Vatican to handle it?"

Du Weiguo's rambunctious ridicule finally angered the upright Uncle Jiu, and he burst into obscenity in anger:
"Fight to the street! Wesley, these are 8 innocent lives, why are you so cold-blooded and ruthless now?

how?Is it because I, Feng Jiu, is poor and can't afford the exorbitant salary of your evil god, that's why you are so indifferent! "

"Uh~"

Du Weiguo was speechless after being scolded by Uncle Jiu, and couldn't help but ask himself, he is indeed somewhat indifferent to human life now.

If he encountered such a situation before, and eight innocent women were killed, he would have been filled with righteous indignation and desperate.

Now they can actually talk and laugh happily, and make fun of it as a joke. After all, they have seen too many dead people and become numb.

Du Weiguo took a deep breath, restrained his mind, and his tone became solemn:
"Uncle Jiu, you taught me the right thing. Where are you? I'll go find you now."

Upon hearing this, Uncle Jiu's tone softened a little, but he still had emotions, and his tone was blunt:
"Huh, the ugly words are up front. I'm a poor man, but I don't have any money for you. I'm now in the Queen Elizabeth Hospital on Jordan Road, the underground morgue. If God Sha is willing to condescend~~"

"almost there."

Du Weiguo didn't want to listen to Ninth Uncle Yinyang any more, hung up the phone resolutely, stood up, put on his coat, kicked Ye Dire who was lying on the ground and dozed off, and scolded angrily:

"Damn it, you are really the reincarnation of the pig demon, you sleep after eating, you are my second uncle, hurry up and work!"

The high-rise apartment where Du Weiguo lives alone is located in Sheung Wan, Wan Chai. If you want to go to Yau Ma Tei, you need to cross the sea.

At this moment, Hong Kong Island has not yet built a subsea tunnel, let alone a cross-sea bridge. Therefore, if you want to cross the sea, you can only take the famous Star Ferry.

Du Weiguo had just parked his car and was about to line up to buy tickets when two foolish men in floral shirts rushed over.

These two guys have deer-headed mouse eyes and dragon and phoenix tattoos on their bodies. At first glance, they look like short mules from the society. Du Weiguo looked at the two uninvited guests with cold eyes and frowning.

I thought to myself, no way, and the dwarf mule is so closed-eyed and wants to touch his bad luck?
Even if he didn't know that he was the true god of evil, Du Weiguo himself was tall and powerful, with a strong temperament, and he drove a luxury car, so he was not an easy target for a short mule.

It wasn't until the two got closer that Du Weiguo realized that he was wrong. The two cowards looked flattering, nodded and bowed, their heads were almost stuck in their crotches, and their tone was extremely respectful:
"Excuse me, are you the god of evil?"

"Huh? You know me? Which prefix do you mix?"

Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, the faces of the two short mules flushed with excitement, trembling all over, and their tongues were tied:

"Sha, Lord Sha, we belong to Hezi, and we usually make a living on the pier. I was lucky enough to meet you at the Chenliji Tea Restaurant from a distance before."

Du Weiguo was amused by them, he has never been an arrogant person, Wen Sheng made a joke:
"What old man, I'm just an ordinary person, with two eyes and one nose, just like you, I have to eat and drink.

The prefix and prefix is ​​Brother Guolong's hall, they are all from my own family, you can just speak normally, there is no need to be so cautious. "

Du Weiguo's kindness flattered the two short mules, and one of them was quite clever and asked boldly:

"Lord Sha, are you going to cross the sea?"

Du Weiguo nodded, and his tone was still gentle: "Well, yes, I want to go across the sea to Yau Ma Tei for some business."

"Sha, Lord Sha, you can get on my boat, and your car can also go on board."

The short mule blushed excitedly, pointing to an empty freight ferry not far away, looking forward to it, Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows and laughed.

Since the end of the first underworld conference, although Du Weiguo has not been in the rivers and lakes of Hong Kong Island for even a day.

But he has become the well-deserved leader of all associations on Hong Kong Island, which means that no one in the world does not know you.

Especially yesterday, the members of the three major associations, under his banner, followed Zhao Mingwei to collect the bills, and returned with victories, feeling proud.

The news spread that the hundreds of thousands of dwarf mules on Hong Kong Island, including You Rongyan, now regard Du Weiguo as their patriarch and call themselves the disciples of the evil god.

Queen Elizabeth Hospital, with a long history, is located on Gascoigne Road in Yau Ma Tei. It is currently a designated autopsy hospital designated by the Hong Kong Island Police for cooperation.

At the end of the basement level of the hospital, continue to walk down 13 steps, and you will arrive at the cold morgue.

At the door of the morgue, Uncle Jiu was waiting there with a few plainclothes policemen. He had a gloomy face, a cigarette in his mouth, and his brows were furrowed.

Seeing Du Weiguo approaching at a fast pace, Uncle Jiu raised his thick eyebrows, quickly threw away the cigarette butt, wiped it out with the tip of his shoe, and walked quickly to greet him.

But when he saw Night Dire, his pupils shrank suddenly, he took a breath, and couldn't help but asked in a serious tone:
"Wesley, you dog?"

Uncle Jiu is a descendant of Maoshan, he pays great attention to the cultivation of the sixth sense, and he is diligent in practicing, and he has even cultivated Celestial Eye.

Celestial Eye, this thing sounds mysterious, to put it bluntly, it is the ability to sense consciousness, and to put it more bluntly, it is the sixth sense.

Uncle Jiu is very talented, even though he was reborn in the Dharma-ending Era, he is still successful in cultivation, his gaze is like a torch, and he naturally senses the beauty of Night Dire as soon as he glances at it.

"Oh, I picked it up in the depths of the Siamese forest. This dog is a good match with me. It's very obedient and human, so I took it with me."

Du Weiguo unhurriedly gave a plausible reason, Uncle Jiu took a deep look at Ye Dire, and said with deep meaning:
"This dog is really extraordinary, and I'm afraid it's not ordinary human nature."

There was something in Uncle Jiu's words, and when he said the word "Tong", he deliberately added the accent, and I'm afraid he has already seen some clues.

But now Du Weiguo is also deep in the city, so he changed the topic calmly:
"Uncle Jiu, didn't you come here to talk about the case? Why don't we take a look at the corpses of the victims first?"

Ninth Uncle is also a decisive character, with a sophisticated understanding of people, so he naturally heard that Du Weiguo didn't want to entangle the topic of Night Dire any longer, so he simply stopped asking.

"Okay, let's go, several corpses are inside,"

In the cold mortuary, on the green concrete floor, there were 8 naked female corpses lying in a row.

Even though Du Weiguo had long been used to seeing all kinds of miserable corpses, seeing these corpses, he still couldn't help but gasped.

It's not that these corpses are so ferocious, it's just that they are so weird.

The first feeling is that it is white, so white that it penetrates, the whole body is like a blue-white paper, and the capillaries are like black tattoos, floating on the skin.

The second feeling is dryness, like dried fish. There are two dark blood holes in the carotid artery of each corpse, and even the muscles turned out of the wound are pale.

No matter how you look at it, these corpses are very similar to those who died after being sucked up by zombies in the legend. Du Weiguo frowned and asked in a deep voice:
"Uncle Jiu, are you sure there are really no zombies in this world?"

Uncle Jiu gave him an angry look, just snorted coldly, and didn't say anything. Du Weiguo made fun of him, asked for a step, and changed the question:
"Then there were no other fatal injuries found on these corpses. Are there any other anesthetic residues in the body?"

This is a very professional question. Uncle Jiu looked pale, and nodded to the middle-aged doctor with a cold expression:

"Doctor Wu, this is Wesley, the "case-handling expert" we invited, please explain."

This Dr. Wu must have seen too many dead people. He has a strong psychological quality and a very calm attitude. Moreover, he is a little cold, and he didn't even look at Du Weiguo.

Hearing Uncle Jiu's words, he walked slowly to the corpse, calmly, and replied word by word:

"In all the corpses, except for two blood holes caused by similar fangs in the carotid artery, there were no other fatal injuries, not even minor abrasions.

All the victims were brain-dead due to the rapid loss of blood, and their bodies were checked, and it was confirmed that they did not contain any anesthetic ingredients. "

Du Weiguo frowned tightly, staring at a corpse with obvious anatomical traces, and asked in a deep voice:
"Doctor Wu, since they were all killed by blood sucking, do they still have residual blood in their bodies?"

A look of admiration flashed in Dr. Wu's eyes. Obviously, this was a good question and it touched his itch.

"Good question, I have done liver and heart dissection, and there is not even a trace of blood! I have been practicing medicine for more than 20 years, and I have never seen such a strange situation."

As soon as he finished speaking, Du Weiguo asked again:
"Since there is not even a trace of blood, how can you be sure that there is no anesthetic in their bodies?"

The admiration in Dr. Wu's eyes became stronger, and there was a little fluctuation between his expressions. He walked quickly to the center of the two corpses.

There were obvious laparotomy wounds on the stomachs of the two corpses. The incisions extended from the throat to the navel, almost dividing the whole body into two. Although they have been sutured at this moment, they still look very penetrating.

Dr. Wu spread his hands among the corpses, and there was a trace of emotion in his voice:
"I dissected and tested all the main organs of these two victims, including their heart, liver, spleen, stomach, kidney, and even their intestines. I can be sure that there are absolutely no anesthetics or hallucinogens in the victim's body. Element."

Dr. Wu should have a rigorous work style and a personality that is almost paranoid. It is difficult for such a person to make mistakes.

Du Weiguo nodded, and turned his gaze to Uncle Jiu:
"Uncle Jiu, what clues do you have now?"

Uncle Jiu's eyes dimmed, and he slowly shook his head: "No, there are no clues at all, no fingerprints, footprints, clothing residues, witnesses, nothing."

Oh, what about the perfect crime?Du Weiguo became interested, and asked in a deep voice:
"Then the time, place, occupation, etc. of the victim, are there any corresponding rules?"

Uncle Jiu's eyes were heavy, his fists were clenched tightly, his veins were protruding, and his tone was low:
"The time when these women were killed was all at night, and the time is not fixed. If we have to say something in common, they all happened in the dead of night.

The location of the murder is not fixed, it can be found in any area, and the occupation is also irregular. They are all in their sleep, and their blood is sucked dry. "

Du Weiguo grasped the point keenly, his eyes flickered: "Did you get your blood sucked up in your sleep?"

Uncle Jiu nodded:

"Yes, all the victims were found by family members or colleagues the next morning, without exception."

Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows like a sword out of its sheath, and his tone became dignified:
"I was drained of blood all over my body, but my family members were not disturbed. Have their family members checked and have they been anesthetized?"

Dr. Wu took the initiative to say: "All the family members of the victims have been checked, absolutely nothing."

Du Weiguo asked again: "What about hypnosis?"

Uncle Jiu shook his head: "Definitely not."

hiss!
Du Weiguo was a little startled. This case is really mysterious. It is basically certain that even if it is not a zombie, it is definitely not a human being.

Uncle Jiu firmly denied the possibility of zombies. Du Weiguo looked down at the pale corpses, and immediately thought of vampires.

Du Weiguo pondered for a moment, walked slowly to Uncle Jiu, and asked in a low voice:

"Uncle Jiu, don't you know the secret art of Maoshan? Fushi guides the way~~"

Uncle Jiu shook his head, his tone both helpless and melancholy:
"Fushi guides the way, and it is also for living people. Everyone has their own unique field. I use this field to find people, but this method is ineffective for dead people."

When Uncle Jiu was talking, Dr. Wu listened quietly, and he didn't show any abnormality, his eyes were calm. Obviously, he knew Uncle Jiu's special ability.

Damn, there might be adultery between these two little old men, Du Weiguo thought to himself with a wicked taste in his heart, but he didn't show the slightest bit on his face.

"Uncle Jiu, then you used living corpses to help me lock down Jiuju's corpse controller, what method did you use?"

Uncle Jiu smacked his lips and explained patiently:
"The principle is the same. At that time, I was able to find her only through the place where the corpse controller left on the living corpse."

Du Weiguo probably understood what Uncle Nine said. This thing should be the unique magnetic field of life for everyone.

And the hexagrams of Taoism, the technique of divination, is to calculate the magnetic field through secret methods, so as to seek good luck and avoid bad luck, and even change fate against the sky.

"Uncle Jiu, did you leave any clues about the smell?"

Uncle Jiu sighed: "No, we have searched for many police dogs and military dogs to go to the scene, but found nothing."

Du Weiguo patted him on the shoulder and said, "Uncle Jiu, this case is interesting, I'll take it!" (End of this chapter)