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On a cold morning in late autumn, the white cloth hanging on the altar in the yard fluttered in the wind, making it look a bit lonely.

"Tweezers," a cold voice sounded in the yard.

Hearing this, Xiao Zhang hurriedly took out a pair of tweezers from the toolbox beside him and handed it over.

Zheng Zuo took the tweezers, and with the help of a magnifying glass, carefully picked out something from the severed trachea of ​​the deceased and put it into the evidence bag, then stood up.

Zheng Zuo stood up and looked around, then reached out and handed the evidence bag to Zhao Shuai who was standing beside him.

Although Zhao Shuai didn't expect Zheng Zuo to hand him the evidence, he reached out to take it without hesitation. After all, Zhao Shuai was also very curious about what he would find in the body of the deceased.

Zhao Shuai held up the evidence bag to the sun, and there was a handful of hair in the transparent evidence bag. It didn't look like human hair, but a bit like moving fur. As for what it was, Zhao Shuai didn't know. .

Looking at Zheng Zuo standing beside him, Zhao Shuai couldn't help thinking of information about Zheng Zuo in his mind.

This 26-year-old young man is only two years older than Zhao Shuai, but he has been working as a forensic doctor for nearly four years, and he is considered to be rich in experience.

Zheng Zuo was taking off the disposable rubber gloves on his hands at this time. Zhao Shuai found that Zheng Zuo had three pairs of gloves on his hands. It's like a Russian nesting doll.

Zheng Zuo didn't pay attention to Zhao Shuai's gaze, took off his mask, and said, "Why, haven't you seen someone wearing so many pairs of disposable gloves?"

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Zhao Shuai's face when he heard this, and he said softly, "Not really."

"Hehe, if you are asked to touch that corpse, I'm afraid you will want to wear ten pairs. Don't look, come and help me untie the straps on the back."

"Bring a child?"

"..." Zhao Shuai looked at Zheng Zuo's fair and handsome face.

Zheng Zuo ignored what Zhao Shuai was thinking, and turned around directly after speaking, revealing the strap behind the disposable plastic surgical gown he was wearing.

Zhao Shuai couldn't help but let out a long breath, and stepped forward to untie the belt behind Zheng Zuo.

"Squeak," the sound of tires rubbing against the ground sounded, a police car stopped at the gate of the small courtyard, and the figure of captain Li Jun got out of the car.

"Forensic Zheng, did you find anything?" Li Jun, who entered the yard, saw the dead body lying in front of the coffin shed, his eyes changed slightly, and he asked Zheng Zuoyan.

"The deceased died with his throat cut off by a sharp weapon. As for the murder weapon, we are not sure yet. The wound looks a bit like an animal's claw, and I found a bunch of hair in the dead person's severed trachea. What kind of hair is on his body? We'll have to go back to the lab to be sure."

After saying this, Zheng Zuo found a bottle of mineral water somewhere and handed it to Zhao Shuai, and at the same time put his hand under the bottle.

Seeing this, Zhao Shuai unscrewed the bottle cap, poured the water down slowly, and asked Zheng Zuo to wash his hands. After washing, Zheng Zuo took the empty bottle back, and put all the disposable masks and gloves that had just been thrown on the ground in the into a garbage bag.

In the following time, Zhao Shuai, Li Jun and others recorded a simple statement to Zhang Peng who called the police and Huang Yu, the wife of the deceased who found the scene. Of course, Liu Tai and Liu Fang did the same.

Although the simple questioning didn't reveal anything, Liu Tai's performance among these people seemed a bit intriguing. He seemed to have been greatly stimulated by something. Another point was that Liu Tai actually packed his luggage last night. It's packed.

One must know that Liu Tai came all the way back in order to get a share of the inheritance, but the inheritance has not yet been obtained, so why would he want to leave?

Seeing this, Li Jun immediately decided to take several people at the scene back to the police station, and the body of the deceased was also taken back for autopsy.

After arranging all this, Zhao Shuai followed Li Jun and appeared in the small courtyard. Suddenly, Zhao Shuai smelled a scent in his nose. After looking around, he found that Zheng Zuo, who had finished the preliminary inspection, took out a The plastic bag contained meat buns, and the other hand even held a cup of soy milk, directing others to put the dead body into the body bag.

Zhao Shuai looked at Zheng Zuo and the corpse eating breakfast, and his stomach couldn't help but roll.

……

In the morning, Su An sent Xiao Ye to the school before heading towards the Wangu Building.

Although Xiaoye is only seven years old, she is extremely well-behaved. She listens carefully in class and does her homework well after school. The only difference from other children is that Xiaoye, who is only seven years old, carries a dagger with him, and it is also a knife that has been stained with blood. murder weapon.

It was the one that stabbed the trafficker to death before, and it was also stained with the blood of Xiaoye's parents. Such a murder weapon was carried by Xiaoye's body all day long. The reason is that the dead soul, the dead soul of a child, lives on the dagger. .

I don't know if it's because Luo Nu's breath is too oppressive for the little boy. One day when Su An was playing with the dagger, the little boy in the bracelet actually attached to the dagger. After all, the little boy's obsession was to see Yang Xin give birth Her child was conceived in October, and once she gave birth, it would take several months. Xiaoye also knew that the little boy's obsession might disappear in smoke, so Xiaoye carried this dagger with her during this time.

Although Xiaotong is not yet able to be like Luo Nu, during the daytime, Xiaotong can only sleep deeply, but at night, he can wake up and talk to Xiaoye, and even appear out of the dagger for a period of time.

Because of the yin and yang eyes, Xiaoye has the Tang monk flesh attribute, which is easy to be contaminated with some dirty things, but that dagger can cause damage to ghosts to a certain extent, and Xiaoye has a little self-protection ability on his body. After all, Su An can't keep it with her all the time, it would be good if Xiaoye can take care of her well-being.

As for Su An, he is still lazily sitting in the Wangu Building every day. He obviously absorbed the drop of vampire blood and became pregnant with a trace of vampire system, but he prefers to bask in the sun, just like a salted fish that puts itself in the sun every day. , and even turned over by himself to bask in the other side.

The only difference from Xianyu is that when Su An was basking in the sun, he looked at the vast sea of ​​memories of the vampire Erard in the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness.

There is a kind of martial arts in martial arts novels called Sleeping Dream Arhat Boxing, which is learned in a dream. Su An is in this situation now, but it may be called the Legend of Salted Fish Sleeping Dreams, which is more appropriate.

Looking at Erard's memory every day is like watching a movie, and it is far from being comparable to any 3D movie. It is extremely real, and it can also increase knowledge. So far, Su An has mastered several musical instruments plus foreign language.

After Su An experienced Ellard's memories, these things were imprinted on Su An's body like natural attributes, and Su An's poor temperament also changed every day. Yesterday he was still a noble western nobleman. Today might be a melancholy wandering poet.

Youli, who gets along with Su An day and night, is even more fascinated by the changes in Su An. After all, when a woman starts to be curious about a man, it is the beginning of her fall.

However, this does not include the fourth uncle. In the eyes of the fourth uncle, Su An has now become a standard lazy man who sleeps at the door of his shop every day. Take a big sip, change your posture and take a rest.