Shenhao's Journey to Myriad Worlds

However, the sirs of the New Territories Police Station behaved in a panic, and all of them were cowering, as if they were afraid of something.

After all, it is Huangshan Village, after all, it is under the jurisdiction of the New Territories Police Station. These sirs who work in the New Territories Police Station have more or less heard of this place.

Seeing so many corpses at this time, it is inevitable that they are not afraid. After all, the big guys are just ordinary people, and few people are really brave enough to be afraid of ghosts!

In this place, the only people who are not afraid of the ghosts, but expect the ghosts to commit crimes, are the group of reporters and paparazzi around here.

They are like flies, guarding here, always expecting the sirs to break the news, waiting to taste this feast.

"Director Hou, how is the situation?"

In a deserted house, Director Hou, wearing a mask and surgical gown, was carefully examining the corpse in front of him.

Although he knew the cause of death of these corpses very well in his heart, the procedures that should be followed were still indispensable. Every corpse must issue a report from their forensic department, detailing the cause of death.

At this time, everyone in the forensic department except forensic doctor Chen, who needed to avoid suspicion, was at the scene, checking the cause of death of each corpse in a busy and orderly manner.

Hundreds of corpses seem to be a lot, but in fact, most of them have turned into dry bones. There are only a few corpses that have not completely rotted into bones, but there are only a few muscles hanging from the skeleton.

As for the intact ones, there is no one else except Wei Zi.

"It can be roughly determined by rectal temperature. The time of death was around two o'clock in the afternoon. There were no obvious lethal wounds on the corpse, and no lethal poison was found in the stomach contents. From the current point of view, the cause of death cannot be determined, and further autopsy is needed!"

Hearing Director Hou's words, the blond Sir frowned. He was very dissatisfied with Director Hou's answer, and his tone became stiff.

"Director Hou, what do you mean?"

Hearing the tone of the other party, Director Hou frowned, stood up, took off the latex gloves on his hands, and threw them into the waste bag, rubbing his hands, and said casually:

"It means that this person died at two o'clock. Whether it was suicide, homicide, or accidental death, it is impossible to determine now, but I personally prefer accidental death!"

When the sir heard this, he felt even more dissatisfied. Looking at the director Hou who couldn't hide his contempt even though he was wearing a mask, he warned in a deep voice:

"Director Hou, I believe Officer Mo will definitely not commit suicide or die accidentally. I hope you can be more cautious when speaking, and don't let down the honor bestowed on you by the Queen!"

"The honor bestowed on me by the queen?"

Hearing this, Director Hou almost didn't laugh out loud. He turned his head and glanced at the blond Sir, shook his head and shrugged, and said disdainfully:

"He's your queen, not mine. I'm not a royal policeman. I'm only responsible for the truth!"

With that said, Director Hou ignored the ghost beside him, and swaggered out of the deserted house.

"Guys, it's time to call it a day!"

With a loud roar, forensic doctors in white coats poked their heads out from various deserted houses beside them, looking at their supervisor curiously.

"What are you doing in a daze? Don't you want to go home?"

Director Hou yelled loudly while taking off his white coat.

"I will issue a detailed report on the cause of Officer Miao's death and submit it to your police department. If you want me to help frame the case, there is nothing you can do!"

When the other forensic doctors heard the supervisor's words, they immediately became indignant. Who in the forensic profession doesn't have the ambition of speaking for the living and for the rights of the dead?

make money?

The salary of the forensic department is so shitty, what money can they make?

For the right?

To the end, the entire supervisor, there are only a hundred or so people in charge, including those who can't breathe, what right do they want?

It would be even more ridiculous to talk about fame!

The policeman is famous for promotion, the doctor can get money for being famous, and the forensic doctor is famous. Is it possible that they want to examine two more corpses?

Isn't it for the ambition in my heart?

Well now, you are going to take away even the last bit of revenge in our hearts, and I didn't give you a kick just because you have so many people!

The forensic doctors present one by one came out one after another. While walking, they took off their white coats and followed Director Hou, showing a vigorous momentum.

"Mr. Forensic Doctor, did any of the police officers present suggest that you falsified the cause of Officer Miao's death?"

"Hello, may I ask which sir threatened you to fake the cause of death of Police Officer Mo? Is it the Chief of Police?"

"Can you be responsible for what you said? Is it true that someone in the police is suggesting that you forged the cause of Officer Mo's death? Is it because you directed and acted yourself in order to become famous?"

The reporters and paparazzi present surrounded him eagerly, like a dog meeting a fresh Yonetako. The flashing lights kept flickering, and they asked questions one after another.

All kinds of questions came over like machine guns, but Director Hou, as if he couldn't see, led a group of forensic doctors and left the scene without looking back.

You bullied me when I was a Royal Policeman, but now that I am not a Royal Policeman, you still want to bully me. Do you think my post is for nothing?

At this moment, Supervisor Hou was extremely high-spirited, as if he had regained the demeanor of the big water hose who would rather bend than bend!

"Fake!"

In the deserted house, the blond Sir looked at Director Hou's leaving figure, and didn't even dare to take a step out of the door. He knew that once he stepped out of the door and a reporter took his picture, he would be finished. !

What the blond and blue-eyed sir didn't notice was that the group of guys outside the door who were investigating clues looked at this deserted house with endless indignation.

Their colleague is dead, no matter what the reason is, it is the minimum respect to return him innocent.

However, not only did they not see any kind of respect from that blond sir, but they also saw that he wanted to use the death of his colleagues to seek personal gain for himself, and they couldn't help being indignant.

For a while, the atmosphere in the mountain village became depressed again, and above their heads, Wang Xuebin sat by the lake in the mirror world, roasting a whole sheep while observing the movements of the people in the mountain village.

"Island Daily, if I remember correctly, this should be the company that Cissy works for, she's so vicious and courageous."

Chapter 372 Nightfall

The night is secret, it is like the big curtain of the stage, separating the actors from the audience, as well as the light from the dark.

It is the umbrella of evil and the stimulant of desire. It strips away people's well-dressed clothes during the day, leaving only the naked body, and exposes the darkest corners of the heart without reservation.

Deep Water Bay in Nanlang District is a well-known wealthy area on Hong Kong Island. It is adjacent to Repulse Bay and has the largest golf course on Hong Kong Island. Many billionaires live here.

In this quiet night, in a secluded villa, a man who is gentle and gentle during the day is showing his beastly and crazy side.

Several bruised girls, with pained faces and unconcealable intoxication, and the high-pitched voices of the elegant butterflies, making it difficult to tell whether they are mourning or singing joyfully.

That crazy man was fiddling with his pool cue and playing his favorite snooker, even though he wasn't very good at it, he always liked to be good at assisting.

But looking at his complacent look, it is obvious that he is quite proud of his skills, and Wang Xuebin is very tongue-tied.

Of course, the owner of this villa did not notice the arrival of the uninvited guest, and was still addicted to snooker and couldn't extricate himself.