Netherworld Investigator Chapter 4: The criminal officer Song Ci

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Grandpa slammed his back with his fist and said, "Oh, this place is so gloomy. My arthritis is about to break out again. Let's go home and talk slowly!"

One hour later, our grandfather and grandson returned home. Grandpa soaked a pot of **** soup to drive away the cold. While drinking the soup, he said, "Yang'er, you must be surprised. Our Song family ancestor is obviously doing this. For one group, why don’t future generations be allowed to engage in this type of occupation? Actually, there is a reason for this."

During the Southern Song Dynasty, there was an outstanding criminal referee named Song Ci. Song Ci made a judgment like a **** throughout his life, which is rare in the world!

During his tenure as a prison officer, it took only eight months to crack down all unjust, false and wrong cases in the local area, as well as headless cases, and arrested as many as two hundred murderers. Afterwards, none of them called injustices. , Since then shocked the government and the opposition.

Although Song Ci is powerful, he deeply feels that he has limited power alone. There are many officials in many places. They often do not try to try cases. They rely on extorting confessions. They often turn to betrayal into tricks. blood'.

So Song Ci recorded all his life’s autopsy experience in the "Recovery of Injustices", which pioneered the forensic forensic science, which was more than 300 years ahead of the West, so Song Ci was also completely covered. The world recognizes: the originator of forensic medicine!

Since Song Ci, the descendants of the Song family have been serving in the Ministry of Justice and Dali Temple, where countless cases have been settled. Gradually, "The Collection of Washing Injustices" has been continuously expanded, and a set of magical methods of judging cases have been accumulated, which is called "Jurisdiction." God Chapter.

As the saying goes, the descendants of the Song family mastered this profound knowledge. On the one hand, they were too easy to be hated by murderers, and they were often abused by murderers. On the other hand, they possessed special skills and were easy to be used by others. During the Ming Dynasty, the Song family I was ordered to investigate a bizarre Nine-tailed civet cat incident, but it involved the throne dispute behind him. Instead, he was treated as a scapegoat and almost punish the Nine tribes.

Later, an ancestor of the Song family, who was proficient in numerology, discovered that perhaps it was because the Song family had too much knowledge, peeping through the secrets, and being jealous of ghosts and gods. Therefore, the Song family should always be officials, quick arrests, and post-workers. These three professions must not die! That's why the eight-character ancestral motto of "no official or official, keep one's life clear" was established, hoping that the Song family will survive forever.

After listening, I was a little frustrated, and a little unwilling to believe: "But grandpa, aren't you helping the police solve the case yourself?"

Grandpa sighed and said: "I was young and vigorous, and like you to solve crimes. Before liberation, I showed my skills in the police and solved several big cases that shocked the whole country. I didn't expect disaster to come soon, and someone falsely accused Said that my autopsy was a feudal superstition, but I was dragged to sleep in the stables and raised three years of horses for nothing. During those three years, I was always worried at all times. If it weren’t for the early rehabilitation, I would probably have done it myself. Is it broken?"

Speaking of this, my grandfather drank **** soup fiercely: "The strength is easy to break, and the softness lasts forever. I showed off my sharp edge and caused such a big disaster. I finally understood that the ancestors' words made sense. Later on. I have been hiding in my hometown, but I already have a reputation. I want to hide but I can’t hide. Every few years someone always asks me to come out of the mountain. I am not unwilling, but unable. Finally, I was helpless and had to do it in this way. Cooperate with them. I thought that our Song family would finally be able to live in your generation. Unexpectedly, you showed off in front of Sun Huo today. I think all of this is good luck. This is the fate of the Song family, and it is also the Song family. The mission of home!"

My grandfather's remarks made me very confused. This is because I hope I will do this business in the future, or not to do this business.

Grandpa said again: "Yang'er, since you have passed the test, starting from today, I plan to teach all of my life to you, do you want to learn?"

When I heard this, I became excited: "Grandpa, of course I want to learn!"

"Don't think too much!" Grandpa said, "The reason I want to teach you is because you are groping around with two books, showing off everywhere, like a three-year-old kid holding a sharp sword in front of the enemy Playing is very dangerous. In fact, you didn’t even learn one-tenth of the true essence of the Song family. Grandpa doesn’t want you to die early, but grandpa is old and can’t control you for the rest of your life. All I can do is put this'treasure sword' I’m telling you to let you go on your own way in the future!"

"One more thing, the corpse inspection is a treasure left by the ancestors. If it is in my hands, it is my sin. Even under Jiuquan, I will have no face to meet the ancestors. But if there is someone who succeeds in the Song family, I think I can stand by when I die..."

I wonder if it is an illusion?

Listening to my grandfather's words, ‘you can look down upon death’, I suddenly had an ominous premonition, as if my grandfather was giving his last words.

I cast aside the thought and nodded.

Since then, whenever I have time, I have followed my grandfather to learn how to do an autopsy and how to deal with a crime scene. The mystery is beyond words. Of course, I also suffered a lot. No matter any setbacks, I clenched my teeth and persevered, greedily absorbing these precious knowledge like a water-absorbing sponge!

Three years have passed in a blink of an eye, and my college entrance examination results are not very satisfactory. I want to go to the provincial polytechnic university, but the score is still more than 100 points away. Grandpa said, fill it in! You are guaranteed to be admitted.

I believe in Grandpa’s tactics. It is a small case to expand the enrollment quota for me, so I can fill in the polytechnic university with confidence and boldly on my first choice.

My aunt hopes that I can study an economics major, so that I can help her take care of her business in the future. To be honest, I am an extremist. I really like solving crimes. I am not interested in doing business at all. Maybe I am a generation. Inherited grandpa's genes.

Thinking about it, and finally I filled in an application electronics, a decent major. I heard that the employment prospects are pretty good. But then I came to school and found that there were only three girls in my class. I really regretted it. Unfortunately, I had already boarded this thief ship and it was too late to regret it.

After the long summer vacation after the college entrance examination, I went online at home, watched movies, and played chess with my grandpa. I had a very pleasant time.

I went to a party at a classmate’s house this day. Everyone killed two cases of beer. We were all friends from childhood to adulthood. When I thought of going to the outside world and going to the outside world, we were both heroic and a little bit. Reluctant to give up.

After dinner, we went to sing together again, and we didn't go home until late.

It was already eleven o'clock in the evening, and I saw the old house of the Song family brightly lit from a distance, and I felt like a bad premonition! Because people in this county town go to bed very early at night, according to the custom, only when the family has changed suddenly will they light so many lights in the middle of the night, such as the death of the old man...

In an instant, I woke up from alcohol, hurried up and ran home, opened the door and called for someone, but there was no one in the house.

I came to my grandfather's study and saw a simple envelope on the table with no stamps on it, and a blood-red machete was drawn with a pen in the lower right corner.

What seems to be in the envelope?

I pour the envelope towards my hand curiously, and a sticky thing suddenly fell on my palm, it turned out to be an eyeball!