Netherworld Investigator Chapter 686: Lieutenant Touching Jin

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We came to Professor Sima’s tent. The lights were on in the tent. When Luo Shuzhong saw me coming in, Yin and Yang asked strangely: "Have you found out the real murderer, detective?"

I ignored him. I looked around the house and found an old-fashioned briefcase. When I opened it, I found a lot of inhalation sprays, which had not been opened. I asked, "Professor Sima has asthma?"

Xie Dingnan explained: "It's neurological. I don't have a lot of attacks. When I get excited, I can't breathe." After he said, he picked up the teacup and shook it: "Weird, what happened to the cup of tea I was hanging here before? No more?"

A strange look flashed across Luo Shuzhong's face in a flash.

Leaving the tent, braids and bows surrounded me and Huang Xiaotao, and asked: "Comrade police, can you please tell me something, the professor died suddenly, and we are all terribly scared."

Huang Xiaotao said: "We are still investigating..."

Twisted braid clearly didn’t believe it: "I use this to vague us again!" She shook my arm and said, "Big brother, please tell us, okay?"

I pretended to be embarrassed, lowered my voice and said quietly: "Then you guys don't talk everywhere."

"It must be!" The two looked expectant.

I pretended to be mysterious and lowered my tone: "I suspect that this case is most likely caused by ghosts!"

I added what I saw to the content, and both of them were stunned. Saying goodbye to them, I waited for Huang Xiaotao to blame me, but she didn't move. I asked, "Why don't you blame me Discuss the case indiscriminately?"

Huang Xiaotao snorted: "Just your three-legged cat acting skills still want to hide your sister? You are setting smoke bombs, right? Deliberately pretending to believe that ghosts are at work, so that the real murderer is paralyzed."

I also laughed: "Yes, I want to catch it."

"So, do you already have a suspect in your heart?" Huang Xiaotao asked.

"Yes, but I don't have evidence, so I won't say it for the time being." I continued to sell it.

"Come again!" Huang Xiaotao pouted uncomfortably.

I noticed that there was some wet soil on the ground, so I buckled it with the evidence bag, and then straightened up and said: “Now it’s meaningless to tell you a name. What’s the murderer’s motive and why I want to kill Professor Sima? These truths are still needed. Uncover layer by layer...Let's go, first autopsy."

We passed under the mound, and those tomb robbers dressed as zombies squatted. Huang Xiaotao asked the migrant workers to look at them before, but now the migrant workers chat with them: "Which village are you from?", "What are you doing? No, don’t you be afraid of God’s condemnation for doing this kind of work of planing people’s ancestral graves?"

I looked at them and wanted to laugh. The real tomb thief is really not handsome at all.

A tomb thief shouted at us: "The government, whenever we interrogate us, our feet will be numb."

I said: "The deceased takes precedence. Wait a while."

The man said with confidence: "I can swear to God, we are really hired. This idea is all Zhou boldly thought."

Huang Xiaotao soothed: "Well, well, I know you are good people who went astray. You will be fine after the trial is over."

Huang Xiaotao was playing a word game. When she said ‘it’s okay,’ she meant to take them back to the bureau and detain them, but the gang of silly thieves thought they were going to release them, and all of a sudden joyously expressed that they must confess.

We came to the corpse of Professor Sima. Officer Cui looked at his watch and said, "I'll go find the corpse in the forest and the lost cultural relics!"

I said: "Okay, call some migrant workers. If you smell garlic in the air, don't go any further."

Detective Cui nodded: "I still have this vigilance."

We started an autopsy. Professor Sima died within an hour. I leaned close to his snout and sniffed, but the smell of calcium phosphide still remained.

The nails of his hands were cracked, and there was blood on them. I quickly analyzed: "There are also a lot of scratches and blood stains on the inside of the sarcophagus cover. If you guessed correctly, Professor Sima lay down in the sarcophagus by himself and then covered it. Covered by the coffin."

"Lie down by yourself? However, the coffin lid weighs 50 kilograms, so it is difficult for two people to push it!" Huang Xiaotao said in surprise.

"People will explode with amazing power in fear. After this kind of mist is inhaled, people will have a great sense of fear." I said.

"Calcium phosphide?" Huang Xiaotao asked.

"No, calcium phosphide is just an aid to help it volatilize. It should be another organic substance that has not been tested, similar to the dream powder." I suddenly thought, this thing should not be used by the tomb owner Anti-theft, is it a ghost weapon?

"Would you like to go back to the tomb to find its traces?" Huang Xiaotao asked.

I thought about it and shook my head: "No, on the one hand, our investigation is more destructive, on the other hand, this thing itself is not the key, it is just a tool."

I took out the ossuary and listened to Professor Sima’s internal organs. His heart and lungs were in a highly aroused state at the moment of death, and a lot of foreign matter was inhaled in his lungs, possibly the dust in the coffin, which proved once again that he was in A state of extreme fear.

I searched Professor Sima's body and took out his personal belongings. I suddenly found a small piece of paper in his rolled up sleeve.

I took out the piece of paper. The piece of paper was not as big as the pinky fingernail, the edge was torn, and there were blue wavy stripes on it. I don’t know what it was for.

I stood up and said, "Go, try the grave robbers!"

We came under the mound, and Huang Xiaotao asked them what their names were. The group of people said one by one like "My name is Zhang Qiling", "My name is Hu Bayi", "My name is Four Girls"...

Although we don't usually read Tomb Raider novels, we still know these names. I angered: "Stop! Stop! Who is it? If I can kill all these people, I will open a novel tomorrow. "

The person in the first row said embarrassingly: "Report to the government. This is the code name Zhou Bold gave us. We are used to shouting."

"Sell your real name."

"My name is Zhou Jiabao", "My name is Ma Dashun", "My name is Tuesday Dog"......

Huang Xiaotao wrote down these names one by one, and then I asked the person in the first row to explain the situation.

He said that Zhou Bold used to be in his village. He went out more than ten years ago, and he was said to be doing civil engineering and made a lot of money. Everyone hoped that he would lead his fellow villagers to prosper together, but Zhou Bold boldly refused to agree, and the villagers stab him in the back.

Boldly came back last week and found a few of them who had been playing with friends to drink together. During the dinner, it was revealed that he had a big deal and asked if everyone would like to do it.

If you have money and don't make a bastard, they are so poor that they immediately agreed.

So on a night with high winds and dark nights, Zhou Daudao took them to the cemetery...

"Say the important point!" Huang Xiaotao exclaimed.

"Yes, tell me the point!"

The man went on to say that it was after that night that they realized that the co-author Zhou Bold had been doing a tomb robbery outside these years. He told the people that the land around their village was a golden area for funerals in ancient times. There were ancient tombs hidden in those soil bags, and one or two earthen jars were worth tens of thousands of dollars.

In the face of huge interests, everyone moved their hearts and followed Zhou boldly to plan their ancestral graves. Some of them have read tomb-robbing novels. It turns out that the real tomb-robbing is not so dangerous, but it is more troublesome to sell the stolen goods afterwards. This set of stolen stolen process Zhou Bold never reveals, so every time he eats meat and everyone drinks soup.

So there are people who are dissatisfied, thinking about digging the ancestral grave, what's the big deal, I will do it myself.

A year ago, a few of them went out to do it alone. After half a year, they came back dingy, saying that Brother Zhou is a true god! I really responded to that sentence. There is no harm if there is no comparison. The few of them swayed in the mountains for a few months but did not find a large tomb, but each time Brother Zhou could always find the official tomb accurately.