dragon hunter

Chapter 333
I stood by the roadside, staring at Fatty Wang who was coming from the bamboo forest, curious in my heart, wondering what the ghost of the blind man said to him.

"Old Wang, what news did you hear?" Ghost Detective Xu asked slightly expectantly.

Police officer Lao Liu's gaze wandered back and forth between us. It was probably the first time he had seen him interrogating dead people during his ten years of handling cases.

"The blind man was so frightened that he didn't reveal much useful information." Fatty Wang came over and asked me for a cigarette.

I urged Fatty Wang not to be tricky, and to tell the information he knew quickly, without ink.

"The blind man said that he actually knew that there would be a bloodbath that night." As soon as Fatty Wang opened his mouth, he spit out an unexpected news.

"How did he know? Since he knew, why didn't he avoid it in advance?" I asked two questions in a row.

"When his master was alive, he once told his fortune, saying that he would not live to be 60 years old, and that night happened to be his birthday." Fatty Wang said.

I was stunned for a moment, the blind man's master was able to approve orders, and he approved so accurately, he was considered a master of the family, but it is a pity that he is already dead.

"That is to say, he knows that he is doomed, but he doesn't know how it will happen, let alone the whole village, will be wiped out?" Ghost Detective Xu asked.

"Yes, the blind man knew he was in trouble, so he didn't go out all day, hoping to escape, but he died anyway." Fatty Wang lit the cigarette in his hand.

"Then does he know who the murderer is?" Old Liu couldn't help asking.

He had listened to it for a long time just now, and his face had always been dubious. Perhaps out of his trust in Ghost Detective Xu, he slowly accepted the saying that after death, there will be ghosts.

"He is blind and cannot see the murderer, but he said that the murderer has a strong smell of disinfectant." Fatty Wang said, taking a puff of cigarette.

"Then how did he discover the murderer in advance?" Ghost Detective Xu asked a suspicious point.

"Because he has a good nose, he smelled the smell of blood in advance, and his master gave orders before him, so when he found something was wrong, he naturally ran away." Fatty Wang said.

"Except for the smell of disinfectant on the murderer's body, did he find anything else?" I asked unwillingly.

Fatty Wang shook his head and said: "You also know that after death, there is a period of confusion. After this period, the soul will leave the body. By then, the murderer will have left long ago."

Regret flashed in my eyes, I finally found a person who had witnessed the tragedy, but the other party could not provide any valuable clues.

"Why does that murderer smell like disinfectant?" Old Liu muttered to himself.

I stared at the black mist in the depths of the bamboo forest. The spirit power of the other party was too weak, and he was in a state of agitation.

Unfortunately, if the blind ghost is stronger, I can communicate with him personally.

At this moment, the phone rang suddenly, interrupting my thoughts.

I touched the mobile phone in my trouser pocket, and found that the ringing mobile phone belonged to the police officer Lao Liu.

He walked aside, connected the phone, said a few words, and then his face became serious.

After he hung up the phone, Ghost Detective Xu walked over and carefully asked what happened.

"The forensic doctor came out with the results, saying that the spines of all the deceased were drained of bone marrow with needles." Old Liu said with a frown.

I have one eyelid, and the bone marrow of the human spine is a very rare thing, and it is of great use to those guys who specialize in crooked ways.

"The forensic doctor said that the other party's method of extracting bone marrow was very professional. Could it be that the murderer was a doctor?" Old Liu paced back and forth.

In my heart, there has always been a suspect, that perverted beautician.

But in the absence of evidence, I can't express my doubts, so as not to mislead Lao Liu's direction of detection.

"Bone marrow needs to be stored in a special container. We can investigate it in nearby clinics and county hospitals." I said my suggestion.

"Could the murderer be reselling organs? This is not as simple as a murder case. Maybe an underground black market trading group is also involved." Lao Liu was worried. The more complicated the case, the more difficult it would be to solve it.

I didn't say a word. In the eyes of ordinary people, this case is mostly the same as Lao Liu's analysis, in order to sell bone marrow, take risks and kill people.

However, there is another possibility. It is recorded in the Broken Physiognomy that bone marrow is a treasure for keeping corpses. The more war-torn times are, the more prone to drought ghosts. The top zombies like Feitian Yasha are because bone marrow is easy to get.

Old Liu's ability to accept ghosts is considered open-minded. If he pulls out zombies and the like, he doesn't know what kind of impact it will have on him, so some things are kept secret for his consideration.

Lao Liu got a new clue, and excitedly ran to arrange it. We searched around and found no other clues.

It may be that even the heavens are unwilling to see that the murderer of Miemen Massacre is at large. Not long after, Lao Liu called Ghost Detective Xu and said that he had found new clues.

The ghost detective Xu opened the hands-free, Lao Liu was on the phone, his tone was a little excited, the place where the clue was found was a small clinic, let us hurry over there.

I couldn't help laughing. In fact, Lao Liu had always been skeptical about asking questions from the mouth of the dead. Now he actually found a new clue, which gave him a new understanding of our magical ability.

We drove Zhen Qingyi's Hummer to the location provided by Lao Liu, and hurried to it.

In fact, I was more anxious than anyone else, because the fragmented picture in my premonition, like a poisonous thorn, has been lying in my heart, urging me to find out the truth of the matter.

When we arrived at the clinic, Lao Liu was standing outside the door rubbing his hands anxiously, as if he had encountered some new problem.

"Old Liu, what's the matter?" Ghost detective Xu opened the car door, went down and asked his comrades.

"Oh, you guys are here. This matter sounds evil. Come in with me and have a look." Lao Liu couldn't help but said, dragging Ghost Tan Xu to the clinic.

"What's the matter? I'm as anxious as a cat whose tail was burned." Fatty Wang muttered and followed behind.

I was curious about what trouble Lao Liu had encountered, so after locking the car, I also walked towards the clinic.

This is a private clinic that mainly treats rheumatic joint pain. It looks ordinary and the store is not big.

When I walked in, I smelled a strong smell of Chinese medicine.

The doctor in the clinic was a middle-aged man in his early fifties, with thinning hair and a goatee. He was standing aside with eyebrows and eyes, accepting inquiries and investigations from Lao Liu's colleague.

"Through interviews and investigations, we found that this guy disappeared on the night of the incident, and someone discovered that he appeared near the village." Lao Liu lowered his voice and introduced to us.

I was stunned for a moment, and glanced at the goatee. No matter how I looked at him, he didn't look like that horrible perverted murderer.

"Also, in his freezer, some strange bottles and jars were found. Can you help me find out what are they?" Old Liu pointed to the freezer beside him.

I walked over quickly, looked into the freezer with my head, stared at it, turned around, and stared straight at the goatee.

"Why, what's wrong, what are those things?" Old Liu asked anxiously.

There were some strange medicinal powders and a few bottles of jelly-like things in the freezer. Lao Liu just thought these things were strange and suspicious, and he couldn't recognize what they were.

However, I have seen the description of this kind of thing in the Broken Physiotherapy, and I know that it is a secret medicine in the gate of expelling corpses.

Those jars of jelly-like things are ointments extracted from dead people.

"The things in the freezer came from the wrong way. There must be something wrong with that goatee." I answered in a low voice.

The goatee looked embarrassed, and stood aside very honestly, accepting inquiries.

But a pair of eyes, turned around in a skeletal manner, and secretly cast their gazes towards us several times.

Seeing me looking straight at him after looking through the items in the freezer, his eyes obviously flashed with nervousness, and he was too guilty to look at me.

"Where did you go that night, and where did you get the things in the freezer?" Old Liu walked over and asked very rudely.

"I've said it many times. That night at home, I didn't go anywhere. The things in the freezer are my ancestral secret medicines. They are very expensive. If you break them, you will have to pay for it." The goatee quibbled.

"Be honest, someone said they saw you near the village." Old Liu slapped the table angrily.

The goatee rolled his eyeballs a few times, and began to complain, saying that the man must have misread it, and stayed at home by himself and never went out.

Lao Liu rubbed the center of his brows with a headache, and turned his eyes to us for help. There is no conclusive evidence, and he can't do anything with that goatee.

I approached a few steps, looked up and down, looked at the goatee, saw the slightly charred fingers of the other party, suddenly opened my mouth, stared at him and said: "You are a ghost doctor!"

The goatee shuddered, and looked back at me with suspicious eyes.

"What is a ghost doctor?" Seeing the strong reaction of the goatee, Old Liu asked a little excitedly after his expression lifted.

"Ghost doctor is a profession that has been handed down since before liberation. It is a job that eats ghost food." I explained.

Seeing that I knew so much about the ghost doctor, the goatee looked at me with even more suspicious eyes.

"Ghost doctor, ghost doctor, seeks people's money, kills people's lives, has sores on the top of the head, and pus on the soles of the feet." I slowly read the words in the Sutra of Broken Physiognomy.

The ghost doctor belongs to the branch of the medical school, and has a bad reputation. There have been many scum in the past, because the ointment used by these guys to cure diseases and save lives is as addictive as opium.

"Fart, I didn't seek money or murder, you are spitting blood." The goatee jumped up and cursed after hearing my jingle just now, like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

"I didn't say you were murdering for money, what are you so excited about?" I stared at the goatee opposite me with half a smile.

When Lao Liu saw this cunning guy, he looked excited as if he had been pinched, and ordered his colleagues around him to control the goatee first.

(End of this chapter)