In this world, strange cases happen every day. The best steamed stuffed bun shop is made of human flesh. In a mansion in a prosperous area, blood gurgled out of the wall. The dead beauty queen in the university will take someone away on the anniversary of her death. Is the legend of zombie baby in building 7 of the hospital really true? China's last posthumous work takes you straight to the scene of the murder case by inheriting the autopsy technology of 3,000 years: there are no ghosts in the world, and there are wonderful hands to get rid of their hatred. The mystery of serial killer, sex addict, endotoxemia, necrophilia, demon pupil crowd, and public security department has all been decrypted!

The first chapter breaks the prison god.

Have you ever seen a strange boss chop up customers into meat sauce and steam them into a big steamed bun to sell?

Have you ever seen a strange doctor turn his opponent into a pig and put him on a farm?

Have you ever seen a strange orphan who was raised by bats and lived on human blood?

I've seen it all.

My name is Song Yang, and I am currently the chief consultant of the Public Security Department of H Province. My true identity is a legacy.

Some friends are not sure, what is the job of an autopsy?

The coroner is a coroner in ancient China. A good coroner can not only perform an autopsy, but also master a set of unknown stunts.

They can often pry open the mouth of the deceased with yellow wine, silver needles, red umbrellas, rosin and other folk daily necessities to catch the murderer of the bloody case.

I have served in the public security department for 30 years, and have cracked numerous major cases that shocked China. Some of these cases are abnormal, some are horrible, some are cruel, and some are numb.

In order to let future generations know the magic of the suicide note, I decided to share my experience with you.

However, in view of the confidentiality principle of the public security department, many cities and people use pseudonyms. I hope you can understand. All right, get down to business!

I was born in a small county in the south. I have never seen my parents since I was a child, and I live with my grandfather in an antique ancestral old house.

Although I have no parents, my grandfather's love for me is beyond everything.

In my life, he only taught me sternly once: "Yang Er, remember that when you grow up, grandpa will not stop you from doing anything you want, except for three careers. The first is to be an official, the second is to be a policeman, and the third is to be a forensic doctor!"

At that time, I was still young and didn't even know what a forensic doctor was. I just nodded in ignorance.

But with the growth of age, I gradually developed a strange feeling that grandpa's identity is definitely not simple!

The reason why I feel this way is because my grandfather does nothing every day and never works in the fields, but he has a steady stream of money to buy me delicious food for my study.

And every once in a while, there are always big leaders who come to visit with a group of small policemen. They are very respectful to grandpa and often bring some gifts, such as Moutai and panda cigarettes.

They often have a long talk with grandpa in the room, ranging from one hour to several hours, sometimes even from morning till night. Every time these leaders leave, in a few days, there will be major cases in the province, such as the ghost money case in Sichuan restaurant and the dismemberment case in Southwest University. These cases caused a sensation all over the country, so that I heard that they lived in a small county.

I vaguely feel that the solution of these cases is closely related to grandpa, but he never says a word to me!

Grandpa's relationship has made the whole family follow. My aunt's business outside has been very smooth. Once my aunt lost her car on the highway, the police spent a day respectfully delivering it.

Even when I was admitted to high school, I was ten minutes behind, and finally I was admitted to a key middle school.

When I was twelve years old, a main road was to be built in the county, which happened to pass through the old house of the Song family. The neighbors moved away one after another because they couldn't hold on to the demolition office. Only grandpa is unwilling to give up the old house handed down from generation to generation and insists on being a' nail house'.

The contractor who built this road was not a fuel-efficient lamp either. He drove two excavators directly to our door and rumbled down a wall, obviously bullying people!

The scene at that time scared me to cry.

Grandpa sighed lightly, picked up the phone and dialed a number, and said a few words lightly. Unexpectedly, a few minutes later, the excavator left in a hurry.

And the next morning, many leaders and contractors personally came to apologize, and the contractor also took out100000 yuan to make amends. This is a lot of money for a small county, but grandpa just waved his hand gently and declined this intention.

Of course, the road continues to be built, but there is a big bend in front of our house. This incident buried a strong curiosity in my young mind. Why on earth is Grandpa so amazing?

When I was fifteen, I accidentally turned over two broken books in the box of my old house. A book called "The Collection of Injustice" was written in the seventh year of the Southern Song Dynasty. The author is a man named Song Ci. Another book is called "Prison Break God", and there is no author on it.

With my level of classical Chinese at that time, it was a little difficult to understand these two ancient books. I can barely understand the little people drawn in two books, both about human structure and corpse examination.

I don't know why, these two books have extraordinary magic for me, and I can't put them down after opening them. I kept it from my grandfather and carried forward the spirit of ants gnawing at bones, so I' gnawed' these two obscure ancient books!

For me, these two books are like a door to a new world, although it is mentioned in the book that the post-mortem profession was specialized in examining corpses in ancient times to find clues to solve crimes. But I don't feel terrible at all, but I feel fresh, interesting and challenging.

When I was sixteen, I had the first chance to apply what I had learned all my life.

It was dog days. Grandpa has something to go out early in the morning At home during the summer vacation, I am idle. I used a bamboo pole to glue water on the tree to catch cicadas. At this time, a black Jetta suddenly braked and stopped at the entrance of the Song family's old house.

A burly man stepped down from the car, with a Chinese face, thick eyebrows and bronze skin, and hurried into the yard. I recognize him as a police officer. He has been to grandpa's house several times before, and I seem to remember his surname is Sun.

Officer Sun didn't wear a police uniform today, but a short-sleeved shirt and a briefcase in his hand. He was sweating with heat. When he saw me, he asked, "Little friend, is your grandfather at home?"

"No, he's out."

Officer Sun frowned, picked up his collar and kept fanning, muttering, "It's so hot."

I quickly said, "Uncle, come in and sit down for a while! I'll pour you an iced drink. "

"Good, really sensible!"

This officer Sun's style is very heroic. He walked into the living room and casually sat down in the chair. He took a large coke I poured him and poured it into his stomach. He wiped his mouth happily, then lit a cigarette and asked me, "Little friend, are you in high school?"

"I just went to senior one." I replied.

"How's the grade?"

"Not bad."

"Is there a classmate bullying you?"

"No."

"If a classmate bullies you, tell your uncle and he will help you find a place!" Officer Sun laughed.

"Uncle, what is your relationship with my grandfather?" I think this is a good opportunity to get to know grandpa.

"Your grandpa, is really a once-in-a-century master, but his temper is also a once-in-a-century stubborn. I don't know how many leaders have invited him out of the mountain over the years, but he just doesn't want to live or die. Last year, a bureau chief offered him a condition that as long as he worked for our police for one year, he would retire and receive a pension of 5 1000 months. This condition is not tempted, I will be convinced! So there is no way, we have to cooperate in another way. " Officer Sun sighed.

"Cooperation, cooperation for what?" I asked.

Officer Sun was just about to answer when he suddenly seemed to realize that he had slipped his tongue. He quickly covered his stomach and said, "Oh, my stomach suddenly hurts. Probably because I drank too much cold. Where is the toilet? "

"In the backyard." I held out my hand.

Officer Sun, clutching his stomach, ran to the backyard like a gust of wind, followed by a sparse voice.

The button of the briefcase that Officer Sun threw on the table was opened, and a photo slipped out of it, with a red and green thing on it, which aroused my strong curiosity!

While no one was around, I reached out and my heart was pounding. In my mind, it is illegal to peek at the confidential documents of the police. I may go to jail, but I really want to read them.

So I convinced myself to just take a look, just take a look, and then put it back.

I took the photo out of my briefcase, and as expected, it was a corpse. Although I said that I have seen many dead people in movies, I know that they are all fake, far less shocking than real bodies.

The body in the photo is an adult male, wearing a suit and his white shirt has been dyed red with blood. He hung his head and sat in front of an open safe with a pair of glasses hanging from his right ear. There is a long and deep wound in his throat, from which blood flows.

There was a lot of money scattered all over the body, and there was a lot of blood on it.

My eyes were attracted by the content in the photo. I don't feel terrible at all, and I even have an uncontrollable excitement. It's like a hungry person seeing food and a pervert seeing a beautiful woman. I know this metaphor is a bit inappropriate, and the dead should respect it, but I just feel inexplicably excited!

Just when I was fascinated by it, suddenly a big hand reached out from behind me and took the photo in my hand at once.

I looked back, and officer Sun was standing behind me, staring at me with a serious face.

"Son, who allowed you to peek at my file? It's illegal to peek at police files, do you know? " Officer sun nu way.

"I just ... I only took one look ... really ..." I was incoherent with fear.

Officer Sun narrowed his eyes, and suddenly a sly smile appeared on his mouth, saying, "How about this? Let me test you. If you can answer it, this matter will be forgotten. " If you can't answer, don't blame me for being rude. Please go to the police station to reflect for a few days. "

What he said made me quiet, because I probably guessed what he was going to test me!

As expected, after I nodded in agreement, officer Sun asked me, "What weapon did you say this man was killed by?"

"Give me the photo."

I took the photo, took another look and said with great certainty, "The wound on my throat is fatal. Judging from the shape of the wound, it was injured by a sharp weapon with sharp edges and corners. But if it is a knife or dagger, I don't think you will ask me this question specifically, so the murder weapon must be very special! "

Officer sun was very interested: "yes, our children speak very well." Tell me, what is the murder weapon? "

I handed the photo: "The murder weapon is in this photo."

Officer Sun stared at the photo, blinked and said, "The murder weapon is in the photo? Are you talking nonsense? I personally participated in the investigation of this case. I searched the scene inside and out and found no murder weapon. In fact, all the murderers have been caught, but for the murder weapon ... "He suddenly stopped and coughed:" Stop talking nonsense and tell me what the murder weapon is! "

"It's money on the ground!" I replied crisply, "These bills, to be exact."

Officer Sun blinked in surprise: "Money? No, how is that possible? "

"Why not? Tie a stack of brand-new banknotes tightly, and the edge is sharp enough to cut such a deep and long wound, then spread it out and scatter it at the scene of the murder, so that the' murder weapon' disappears. " I replied.

Officer Sun gasped and gave me a thumbs-up: "Awesome, you are the grandson of Song."

Actually, this is not my idea. Among the bizarre cases recorded in "Story of Breaking Prison", there is a murder case with a paper knife. When I saw the bloody money scattered everywhere in the photo, I unconsciously thought of it. Judging from what Officer Sun said just now, the murderer should have caught this case, but he couldn't find the murder weapon, so he came to grandpa for help.

"Well, thank you, this trip finally didn't come in vain, when to come to the provincial capital to play, uncle treat you to KFC. By the way, I have a daughter who is also in high school. You two are sure to get along well. " Officer Sun smiled, put the photo back in his bag and said to himself, "Song, an old thief, always told me that the Song family would never commit suicide again. It turns out that he has been secretly cultivating you. It seems that it is great that the Song family has a successor. "

"Tiger Sun, what are you talking about?"

Just then, a voice came from outside. I turned around and saw my grandfather standing there. I suddenly got a cold war. Because grandpa never allowed me to touch these things, I didn't know I peeked at those two banned books.

Grandpa slowly turned his gloomy eyes from officer Sun to me, as if he understood something. At that moment, I was really scared to the extreme!

The second chapter once-in-a-century wizard

Grandpa walked slowly into the room with his hand behind his back and asked Officer Sun what we were talking about just now.

I tried my best to signal officer sun not to say anything with my eyes. As a result, the uncle was so nervous that he not only told me the cause and effect, but also gave me a good compliment.

"Odbo, you are such a great grandson! The case dragged on for less than half a month, and we almost dug three feet and found no murder weapon. He only glanced at the photo and went out. This child will be great in the future. In my opinion, he will not go to college after finishing high school. Nowadays, when college students catch a lot, graduation means unemployment. Why don't I write a letter of introduction and let him go directly to the police academy? Gold should shine, don't you think? "

Grandpa waved his hand and said indifferently, "You flatter him too much. You are just going through some old books left by your ancestors and teaching others to swim." Moreover, we have a eight-character ancestral motto in the Song family, which is called' Don't be an official, don't be an official, protect yourself'. You'd better put away that little thought! I won't give you this child. "

Then he gave me a cold look, which scared me to bury my head quickly.

Officer Sun sighed and said, "Song, are you too stubborn? Didn't you sleep in the stable for three years? Isn't that already rehabilitated? Now it's 2 1 century, why not teach your ancestors? You stubborn old man! " After that, he patted me on the shoulder and tried to win me over: "Little friend, do you want to be a policeman when you grow up and catch bad guys with your uncle?"

I dare not expect anything in front of grandpa. I shook my head hard.

Grandpa said, "Tiger Sun, you don't understand what happened to the Song family. I want nothing more in my life. I just hope that future generations can live in peace and stop engaging in these dangerous industries. "

Officer Sun wanted to talk, but Grandpa had raised a hand and gave the marching orders: "If nothing happens, please come back first!" " ! Or don't come into my door again. "

Officer Sun swallowed, picked up his briefcase and said, "Ok, Lao Song, I'll go first. I'll see you next time I have a case!"

After Officer Sun's car left, the air in the living room suddenly became heavy. Grandpa is sitting in a plush chair with a teacup in his hand. I stood in front of him, very nervous.

Yang Er, how many books have you read? He asked.

I answered hesitantly and read it all. Actually, after reading it, there are no extracurricular books at home. I flip through those two books whenever I have time, and I'm going to collapse.

Grandpa took a sip of tea and suddenly read aloud: "Prison matters are more important than the monarch, the monarch is more important than first love, and first love is more important than investigation."

I paused, and then read, "It's a waste of time to bend over and stretch, so I've decided."

He read it again: "January is like a white dew;" February is like a peach blossom ... "

I replied: "March is divided into men and women; April-shaped photographic instruments; May bones and muscles become, June hair; Move your right hand in July, the male is above the female's left hand; Moving your left hand in August is a woman's right hand. "

These two paragraphs are all from Wen Zheng Ji. Grandpa is deliberately testing me. After listening to their words, the teacup in his hand fell to the ground with a bang and asked in surprise, "Yang Er, have you memorized this book?"

"Almost ..." I'm a little embarrassed to admit it.

"It is worthy of being the son of my Song family." Say that finish, grandpa shook his head again.

This strange reaction startled me. I thought grandpa would scold me, but he didn't. In retrospect, I realized that grandpa's heart was very complicated at that time. He was glad that the Song family had a successor, and he was afraid that I would follow his path from now on.

Grandpa sighed: "God made man!"

Then he got up, didn't even look at me, put his hands behind his back and went back to the study. I stood there, shocked and thankful. Isn't grandpa going to spank me?

Late at night, grandpa suddenly woke me up and told me to put on my clothes and go somewhere with him. I put on my clothes in a daze and came to the yard. Grandpa threw me a pick and walked out without saying a word, and I followed closely.

The county where we live is not big. Going south is a wilderness. There is no moon or stars in this night. Grandpa walked in the silent chestnut forest, only the rustling of our feet on the fallen leaves and the whining of some animals in the depths of the forest made my heart tremble.

Soon we went through the forest and came to a wasteland. I kicked something in my panic. When I take a closer look, it is clearly a dead bone! After years of sun and rain, it has become dark.

It suddenly occurred to me that there is a mass grave near here. It is said that during the chaos in the late Ming Dynasty, a group of bandits took the mountain as the king and killed people like hemp, leaving their bodies here. Over time, it has become an ominous place, and strange things often happen. The villagers nearby have even built their houses, and the main entrance will never open in this direction. Whenever there are nameless bodies or people who are morally corrupt and don't deserve to be buried in ancestral graves, they are thrown here by a roll of straw mats.

I saw the green flame around me, like a ghost around me.

At first I thought it was a firefly, but on second thought, this mass grave was so gloomy that almost nothing grew. Where do fireflies come from? That light is clearly the "fire from the skeleton" recorded in the true edition of "Collection of Grudges", that is, the "ghost fire" in the world population, which is the spontaneous combustion phenomenon caused by the phosphorus in the bones volatilized into the air after the corpse rotted.

Although I understand this truth, I got goose bumps when I saw this flickering jack-o'-lantern with my own eyes.

Just as my heart was beating faster and faster, a black shadow suddenly jumped out of the mass grave and stopped ten meters away, staring at me now, with green eyes, which scared me to scream.

Grandpa picked up a stone and threw it at the shadow. The shadow was frightened and roared into the bushes.

"Don't be afraid, it's a dog." Grandpa comforted.

I swallowed a mouthful of saliva and asked, "Grandpa, what are we doing here?"

"You will know later ..."

Grandpa took me to a stone pile and pointed with his hand: "Dig!" "

"Dig?" I was surprised: "Grandpa, is this a grave?"

"It's not a grave buried here. What else can it be?" Grandpa replied.

"But, Grandpa, isn't it illegal to rob a tomb?" I have some hesitation.

"What grave robbery? This is called an autopsy. Stop talking nonsense and dig. " Grandpa said sternly.

In desperation, I had to pick up a pick and start digging. This is a stone grave, which is difficult to dig. Although I grew up in a county town, I never took anything heavier than a pen since I was a child, and soon my palm was soaked with blood.

Grandpa stood by and lit a cigarette, watching me dig. Waves of smoke came, although choking, but it calmed my heart down, even the gloomy chill in the mass grave was relieved a little!

I don't know how long I have been digging. I am so tired that I am sweating all over. Suddenly, I heard a creaking sound. Obviously, I met this dead man down there. So I gave up the pick and moved the stone away by hand, and soon a pile of black bones appeared below.

I looked at grandpa. He smoked without talking, continued to dig out bones in the stone pile, and found a clearing to put them together in order.

Although I have never touched a corpse before, the shape of each bone is described in detail in the chapter of "Bone Examination" in Injustice, so it didn't take me long to spell out this skeleton.

I just had a fight and suddenly I felt something was wrong!

Title: The Mystery of Hell, ISBN: 156