After pompom enters Hades

The ghost messenger was so frightened that he didn't even dare to kneel, he turned around and ran away with a terrified scream, but just as his figure was blurred, a trace of black mist wrapped around his neck, and he was hung firmly in the air, stuck in the underworld on the way.

The impermanence of blackness enveloped the entire carriage like a substantive low pressure, the lights flickered from time to time, and the sound of electric current made the atmosphere even more anxious!

This frightened ghost messenger kicked around like a dehydrated fish, was hung by the black mist and slowly turned around, revealing that face that was about to cry without tears, a series of praises popped up in his head in desperation, Hastily roared:

"Master Wuchang! You have been in charge of the underworld for thousands of years, and you have been dedicated to the public. This kind of awareness is by no means comparable to those greedy and fat-headed kings of Hades. Although they are rich, they are all the people's fat. ..."

Every time Guicha said an adjective, the temperature in the carriage dropped a little bit, and Heiwuchang narrowed his eyes and paused every word:

"You said that this deity is poor?"

Guicha's face was covered with snot and tears: "Ah!?"

Heiwuchang: "This deity can't afford to cultivate?"

The ghost messenger was stunned. Heiwuchang has always used incorruptibility as a sign of flaunting himself during his five or six hundred years in the underworld. It seems that the poorer he is, the more superior he feels. Every time he enters the Palace of Hades, he will snort ironically, with a look of everyone being drunk The appearance of being awake alone, what happened today! ! !

Hei Wuchang's voice was dangerous: "I don't have a single copper coin?"

Guicha subconsciously wanted to nod, but when he saw Heiwuchang's expression, he shook his head quickly, and made up a nonsense: "No, no! My lord is so rich, those heavenly soldiers and generals couldn't find the money because they were stupid and didn't find the money in the palace of Wuchang. Hidden treasure!"

Hei Wuchang's face turned pale.

The ghost officer hastily added fuel and jealousy: "You don't cultivate the door because firstly, it is to alert the officials of the underworld, and you must respect integrity, and secondly, it is to confuse those heavenly soldiers who suck blood like mosquitoes. It is definitely not... that you cannot afford to repair."

Hei Wuchang was finally satisfied, he removed the black mist, and Guichai fled in a flash.

However, Hei Wuchang's unreasonable temper had already frightened Zhu Ning so much that his heart was pounding. At this moment, he couldn't hold it anymore and suddenly turned into a little fluffy ball, and began to move towards his side viciously. The guy exuding a terrifying aura bared his teeth.

Hei Wuchang was suddenly nervous, and within a second, he used a familiar trick to hide his eyes, dexterously dodged the little glutinous rice teeth that were bitten up, and at the same time took out the molar biscuits from the Qiankun bottle and wrapped them in his own yin energy. , carefully sent it to the little pompom's mouth.

After the little pompom ate 20 boxes of molar biscuits wrapped in yin, he finally fell asleep in a chair, completely relaxed in his sleep, and turned back into a human appearance.

Hei Wuchang withdrew his hand that had been bitten by the little fangs more than a dozen times, stood up cautiously, left the dangerous row of seats, and then walked to Zhang Yujin's side at the back of the carriage: "Please take three hours off."

After finishing speaking, he continued to walk back, as if he didn't want to wait for Zhang Yujin's answer at all.

Just now when Heiwuchang lost his temper, he strictly controlled the range of Yin Qi. Zhang Yu, who was sitting at the end of the car, didn't notice the stormy waves ahead. Seeing that there was no one in this relationship, he snorted:

"Ask for leave when you are on the job, don't you need to say the reason?"

Hei Wuchang paused, thought for a moment, and looked at Zhang Yujin: "The house is being renovated, and the door is broken."

Zhang Yujin remembered the big hole at the entrance of the Hall of Impermanence, and nodded stiffly: "Okay..."

So when the train arrived at the station, Zhu Ning heard that the new executive had asked for personal leave to go home for renovations. The only three people left got off the bullet train and took a taxi to the Xishan Branch of the Beishi Public Security Bureau.

Because the executors of the Beishi Special Mediation Office were all seconded to Niu's house in Qinghe Province to deal with the big case where thousands of bodies were found, the finishing work alone was an extremely difficult project, so the bus case was directly reported to Qunan The Municipal Special Investigation Department is not responsible for the Beishi Special Investigation Department.

When the body was discovered in the morning, it was originally treated as an ordinary murder case. After Jiang Xiaoli explained the content of the phone call last night, it was reported as a suspected case.

After the three came to Xishan Public Security Bureau to show their work permits, they were taken into the office of the Criminal Investigation Brigade. The office of the Criminal Investigation Brigade in the middle of the night was filled with the smell of instant noodles and cigarettes. The criminal policemen who were working were tired and focused.The person in charge of solving the case is Zhao Lin, the captain of the criminal investigation team. It stands to reason that he should hand over the case to the Special Investigation Office and then assist in the investigation. However, the team leader Zhao Lin doesn't seem to be enthusiastic about the arrival of these people, and he has no intention of handing over the case. .

Zhao Lin: "The Special Cases Investigation Department is the department that investigates supernatural cases? What exactly do supernatural cases refer to? No-one cases where the real culprit can't be found? Supernatural phenomena? Aliens?"

Zhang Yu: "It mainly refers to ghosts."

The detectives below wanted to laugh, but somehow they held back.

Zhao Lin's expression showed a hint of irritability: "This is a real criminal case, not a research project on supernatural events. I heard that the Special Investigation Department is not an internal department of the establishment? There are so many so-called supernatural cases across the country, why are you staring at this case? Let it go, just because of Jiang Xiaoli's confession? I can make up dozens of such statements a day, and this Jiang Xiaoli is the main suspect at present."

Zhang Yujin said patiently: "The phone call before the death and the disappearance of the brain of the deceased. These two clues indicate that the possibility of ghosts is very high. There are often no very special signs in the early stage of the case of the Special Investigation Department. This case can already be regarded as a typical case."

Zhao Lin looked up at Zhang Yujin, was noncommittal to his answer, and then picked up a stack of reports and handed them over: "The preliminary autopsy results show that the cause of death of Geng Li and Zhao Dayong was potassium cyanide poisoning, and the time of death was from 11:20 to 11:50 [-] minutes, before the phone call. The wound on the skull was caused by a screwdriver, and it was done after death. As for the disappearance of the brain, it can be done with a straw...does it have to be a ghost?"

The three members of the special mediation office were all shocked, and they took the report and read it.

The contents of the report were indeed as Captain Zhao Lin said, the cause of death of Geng Li and Kang Dayong was potassium cyanide poisoning, and potassium cyanide residues were found in the mouth and digestive tract of the deceased.

The predicted time of death was before 12, which is contrary to Jiang Xiaoli’s confession that she received a call from her husband at 12:05. The communication records can only show that at 12:05, Jiang Xiaoli had received a call from Kang Dayong’s mobile phone. Who, it is unknown.

From this point of view, Jiang Xiaoli did have serious suspicions, and this case probably has nothing to do with the Special Investigation Department.

Could it be that the Special Investigation Department really stumbled this time and made a big oolong?

Unwilling to give up, Zhang Yu took out a cigarette a little annoyedly, lit it, and stood it on the desk. He read out the names and birthplaces of Geng Li and Zhao Dayong, as well as a long list of difficult formulas.

When this act just started, it really frightened several people in the criminal investigation brigade. The criminal police looked up and waited for the spectacle beyond science, such as the smoke condensing into a human form.

A few minutes passed, and the miraculous cigarette didn't change at all, just quietly steaming smoke.

Zhang Yu couldn't help but swear: "Fuck, where's Hun'er?"

Zhang Yujin whispered: "If this really does not belong to the jurisdiction of the Special Investigation Department, the soul of the deceased does not have deep grievances, and it may have entered the underworld by now, and it is impossible to summon it."

Now in the eyes of the entire criminal investigation team, Zhang Yu is like a magic stick who pretended to fail. Several criminal policemen looked at the normal cigarette without saying a word, and then continued to work.

Zhang Yu crushed out the cigarette butt: "Where's the body, let's go and see it!"

A criminal policeman couldn't help but said: "At a glance at the scene, you can tell that the corpse is a typical appearance of cyanide poisoning, with obvious signs of suffocation, blood spots on the corpse, bright red muscles, and the smell of bitter almonds... Such a typical poisoning and disposing of corpses , can you also talk about supernatural powers?"

Another criminal policeman whispered: "But according to Jiang Xiaoli's confession, this case must be reported according to regulations, so..."

The voice-over said, it was all the fault of the rigid rules that brought in such a group of so-called supernatural event investigators.

Captain Zhao Lin: "You guys who study supernatural things also need to see corpses?"

Zhang Yu was about to explode, but Zhang Yujin didn't want to argue with Zhao Lin, and said concisely: "Yes, you must cooperate according to the regulations."

Zhao Lin had no choice but to say to the criminal policeman who described the death: "Xiao Zhou, take these comrades to the basement on the third floor and look for forensic doctor Zhang."

The corpse that died from cyanide poisoning and had its brains hollowed out will definitely not look very good. Zhang Yujin followed the criminal policeman surnamed Zhou, turned around and said to Zhu Ning: "Xiaozhu, don't look at the corpse, take a closer look here Report, we'll be back in a moment."

The tone is like that of an old father who has exhausted his heart.

After several people left, the other criminal policemen in the office were very friendly to Zhu Ning. One criminal policeman motioned Zhu Ning to sit down and read the materials, and then asked with a smile, "Intern?"

Zhu Ning thought for a while and then replied: "I just joined the job, but I'm already a formal investigator."

Captain Zhao Lin took a sip of strong tea, and then kindly persuaded him: "You are a very good boy. You can come to the police academy, or be a teacher. There is no need to decide on a career so early. A leader in a department, even A conductor without legs can believe it, hey..."

Zhu Ning was sitting on a chair by the window, holding a large pile of documents, when he suddenly heard the sound of a car approaching outside, he looked subconsciously: "Captain Zhao, is the No. 417 at the entrance of the police station a night bus that usually passes by?" ?”

Zhao Lin didn't know why Zhu Ning asked this suddenly, so he replied casually, "Yes, what's the matter?"

Zhu Ning got up and looked out: "Although I can't see the conductor in the car clearly, the female passenger who is about to take the 417 bus does have no legs."

Zhao Lin suddenly got up and looked down, only to see the old woman on crutches walking tremblingly towards the bus from the gate of the police station, but there was an indescribable weirdness, as if she was walking on tiptoe... She looked carefully under the streetlight, but couldn't see her legs.

After Zhu Ning finished speaking, she rushed downstairs.

Something seemed to explode in Zhao Lin's mind. He didn't have time to think about it. He kicked his chair and ran downstairs. At the same time, he turned his head and shouted: "You guys drive to keep up, don't startle the snake!"

The Xishan Public Security Bureau is not big, and the Criminal Investigation Brigade is on the second floor. In less than half a minute, Zhu Ning and Zhao Lin rushed out of the building one after the other.

The trembling footsteps of the old woman bought time for the two of them. As soon as the old woman stepped onto the front door of the bus, Zhu Ning and Zhao Lin had already arrived, and they got on the bus without even thinking about it.

It looks like an ordinary bus, but when you get on the bus, you can feel the difference. The lack of leather is mixed with the smell of gasoline. There is no roar of the engine, and everything is eerily quiet.

Zhu Ning tried his best to reduce his sense of existence, and took advantage of the opportunity to sit in the seat behind the conductor.

Just when Zhao Lin wanted to sit down quickly, the trembling, legless old woman suddenly turned around and grabbed Zhao Lin's arm:

"Captain Zhao, can you tell me, do you have any clues about the driver who hit and killed me?"