Enchanter

No.80 Scalpel, Chapter [-], Yellow Crane Tower

"I'm sorry, Yin Hui, this is a routine matter. On the one hand, it is the purpose of our group, and on the other hand, I don't want your master to die like this." Conan Doyle stepped forward to pat him while soothing him shoulder: "Besides, didn't we inform you afterwards?"

"Go away!" Yin Hui glanced at her, shook his shoulders, and shook off Conan Doyle's hand, then walked to the mortuary bed, knelt down like a jade pillar, and choked up: "Master , I am not filial, I did not fulfill your last entrustment, now that I think about it, it would be better to be cremated at the beginning, so as not to be trampled by those who want to." After finishing speaking, he kowtowed heavily on the ground three times.

Conan Doyle and Yellow Crane Tower looked at each other speechlessly, and could only shake their heads with a wry smile.

They also heard that Yin Hui was purely pointing at Sang and scolding Huai, didn't they mean that the three of them were inhuman?But if you think about it carefully, if you only consider it from a moral point of view, the three of them are indeed a bit inhuman...

After all, Zhao Deshui's remains were transported to the Public Security Bureau without the permission of the victim's family.

Looking at the two people with embarrassed expressions, the scalpel smiled slightly, and decided to expose the matter for the time being, so he walked to Yin Hui's side and lifted the plastic sheet covering Zhao Deshui's body.

Zhao Deshui had a serene face and a well-groomed appearance.It's just an S-shaped wound on the chest, slightly turned outward, exposing the tissue in the chest cavity.

"Tell me, what's the matter with you looking for me today." Yin Hui knew that the scalpel's action must be expressing something, so he turned his head to look at Conan Doyle, and tried his best to control his fluctuating emotions , opened the mouth calmly: "If you don't give me a reasonable explanation, our friendship really can't last any longer."

"Oh, no!" Conan Doyle waved his hands again and again, and said something in English in a hurry: "Mr. Exorcist, I will give you a satisfactory answer, but have you noticed now that Mr. Zhao's body , very...wrong?" Her Chinese is indeed very bad, if Yin Hui and her have not known each other for a while, it would be difficult to recognize her.

"Something's wrong?" Yin Hui looked at the corpse again full of doubts: "Is there anything wrong?"

At this time, he seemed to understand something, and frowned: "Conan Doyle, I will warn you for the last time, do you think this is fun?"

It was difficult for Conan Doyle to search for usable Chinese words for a while, but she knew that if this continued, with Yin Hui's temper, she would definitely misunderstand.Fortunately, the scalpel opened his mouth at the right time to make a relief: "It's very simple, you just need to look at the position of the deceased's heart."

Yin Hui stretched out his hand in doubt, and touched it lightly, but found that the place he pressed down immediately collapsed. His complexion changed, and he opened the wound recklessly, only to find the location of the left atrium. Empty, leaving a large gap.

"Where's my master's heart?" Yin Hui stared at the scalpel angrily, almost roaring.

This made Conan Doyle next to him feel slightly touched. From the time he met this oriental man to now, he has never seen him so angry. This shows how close the friendship between this old Mr. Zhao and him is. deep.

"Don't get angry. Once a person gets angry, it will increase the expansion of the alveoli and restrict breathing..." The scalpel raised his brows, and his eyes darkened: "Actually, when I opened your master's body, I already found his Heart, gone."

"Nonsense!" Yin Hui stared at the scalpel angrily, staring at this weird guy who has been showing no signs of expression: "Do you think I can be as easy to deceive as a three-year-old child? You took the organs Isn't that right, put it back, or don't blame me for letting you go out lying down!" The five fingers were clenched suddenly, and there was a cracking sound of joints.

"Yin Hui, it is indeed as the scalpel said. During his autopsy, it was found that Mr. Zhao's heart was not in the chest cavity at all." Conan Doyle quickly explained: "It is for this reason that we found out that we were abnormal. I asked you to find out the real situation, and now it seems that you also don't know."

Seeing that Conan Doyle's expression didn't look like he was lying, Yin Hui's expression softened a little. He stretched out his hand and groped Zhao Deshui's body carefully to see if there were any other abnormalities.

It's right to think about it, if this weird guy really wants to take away his master's organs, he doesn't have to tell himself, and he will never know that what is buried in the cemetery is just an empty coffin that has been manipulated .

And just now, Conan Doyle was able to tell herself, proving that she did not completely ignore her opinion.

"Okay, I got it." Yin Hui raised his hand, covered Zhao Deshui's body with the plastic sheet again, and kept hanging it here, which was a kind of moral blasphemy against his master.After finishing the task at hand, he took a deep breath: "We need to be frank, the whole story of this incident. Who else touched my master's body, and who took the things in my master's body?" of."

Yin Hui's enunciation was sonorous and powerful.

"Sir, don't get excited. Agitation will affect the reaction of your brain's nerve center. Therefore, we need a calm conversation." The language of the scalpel is still so academic: "I now suspect that your master died of another premeditated plan, and It's not the curse in the funeral parlor incident, it's as simple as that."

"How is it possible? I saw Yingling print the last number on my master's back with my own eyes. Could it be that besides this, there is another black hand who has not yet shown up?" Hun turned pale with shock.

"I'm not sure, but there's this possibility, and it's very likely." The scalpel said lightly, just about to put forward its own inference, but was interrupted by Conan Doyle's coughing, the scalpel understood, and immediately closed his mouth , no more words.

Yin Hui naturally knew that this was Conan Doyle's scheming, and immediately talked to the master: "Conan Doyle, what I want to ask, you should know, he said it, or...you said it?"

"Yin Hui, don't do this." Conan Doyle pondered for a moment, then opened his mouth: "There is a very popular saying in China called 'Death cannot be resurrected', please don't cause too much fetters on yourself because of the old man's death .Besides, I have just touched on this matter and have not reached a final conclusion, so as your friend, I can't tell you about someone who is irresponsible. Are you right?"

Yin Hui's eyes moved, and he nodded randomly.After her persuasion, I became much wiser, and smiled embarrassedly at the moment: "Sorry, I was too impulsive just now."

Seeing that the matter was saved, Conan Dalton raised the corner of his mouth. She knew Yin Hui's temper very well.It is very rare to be able to understand oneself in this way.

"Okay, as long as this matter is handled by me, I will definitely investigate it to the end. Don't worry. But please abide by the country's regulations and don't disclose today's matter to anyone. Otherwise, I really can't predict the consequences." Although Conan Doyle's voice was very solemn, it did not contain the slightest hint of threat.From this, it can be seen how capable this woman is in dealing with things, and letting her manage this rebellious group was not done at will by Shangfeng.

"En, all right." Yin Hui nodded listlessly, glanced at Zhao Deshui for the last time, and hurriedly left this secret place.