hellhole

In this world, strange cases happen every day. The steamed bun shop with the best business is made of human flesh. A mansion in a booming area, blood gurgled out of the wall. The dead beauty beauty queen in the university will take away one person 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, with an autopsy technique that has been passed down for 3,111 years, takes you straight to the scene of the murder case: there is no ghost in the world, and there is a wonderful hand to settle grievances. Serial killers, sex addicts, endotoxemia, necrophilia, the demon pupil crowd, the mystery of the public security department are all declassified!

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Chapter I Breaking the Prison God

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Have you ever seen a strange boss chop up customers into meat paste and steam them into big steamed buns for sale?

Have you ever seen a strange doctor who turned his rival into a pig and imprisoned him in a farm?

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

I've seen them all.

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

Some friends are not sure. What is posthumous work for?

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

They can often pry open the mouth of the dead and arrest the murderer with yellow wine, silver needles, red umbrellas, rosin and other folk life items.

during my whole thirty years of serving the public security department, I have cracked numerous major cases that shocked China. Some of these cases are abnormal, some are horrible, some are cruel, and some are scalp-numbing.

I decided to share my experience with you in order to let later generations know the magic of this business.

However, due to the confidentiality principle of the Public Security Department, many cities and people use aliases. I hope everyone can understand. Well, 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 ancient ancestral old house.

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

In my life, he taught me severely only once: "Remember, Yang Er, when you grow up, grandpa won't stop you from doing whatever you want, except for three professions: first, being an official, second, being a policeman, and third, being a forensic doctor!"

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

But as I get older, I gradually get a strange feeling that grandpa's identity is definitely not simple!

I think so because my grandfather does nothing every day and never works in the fields, but he has endless 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 evening. Every time these leaders leave, a few days later, there will be a major case solved in the province, such as the case of the Sichuan restaurant's ghost money and the case of the Southwest University's dismemberment. These cases have caused a sensation throughout the country, so that I have heard about them living in a small county.

I have a vague feeling that the solution of these cases is closely related to Grandpa, but he never tells me a word!

Grandpa's relationship has made the whole family follow suit. My aunt's business outside has been very smooth. Once my aunt lost a car on the expressway, the police sent it respectfully in one day.

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

when I was twelve years old, the county was going to build a big road, which happened to pass through the Song family's old house, and 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 his ancestors and is determined to be a' nail house'.

The contractor who built this road was not a fuel-efficient lamp either. Seeing that it was too soft, he drove two excavators directly to our door and rumbled down a wall, making it clear that he wanted to stand up!

The scene scared me to tears.

Grandpa sighed lightly, picked up the phone, 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 the contractor personally came to apologize, and the contractor also took out 111,111 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 continued to be built, but there was a big bend in front of our house. This incident buried a strong curiosity in my young mind. Why on earth is Grandpa so miraculous?

When I was fifteen years old, I accidentally found two broken books in the box of my old house. One was called The Collection of Injustice, which was written in the seventh year of Chunyou in the Southern Song Dynasty by a man named Song Ci. The other book is called "The Broken Prison God", and there is no writer on it.

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

I don't know why, these two books have an extraordinary magic power for me. After they were opened, I couldn't put them down. Without telling my grandfather, I carried forward the spirit of ants gnawing at bones, and I just' 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 profession of posthumous writing was specialized in examining corpses and looking for clues to solve crimes in ancient times. But I don't feel terrible at all, but I feel fresh, interesting and challenging.

at the age of sixteen, I had the opportunity to apply what I have learned for the first time in my life.

It was dog days. Grandpa had something to go out early in the morning. I was at home during the summer vacation, and I had nothing to do. I stuck a bamboo pole with glue to catch cicadas playing in the tree. At this moment, a black Jetta car braked suddenly and stopped at the gate of the Song family's old house.

a burly man stepped down from the car, with a Chinese face, heavy eyebrows and a bronzed skin, and walked into the yard in a hurry. I recognized him as a police officer who visited grandpa several times before, and I seem to remember his surname as Sun.

Officer Sun didn't wear a police uniform today, but a short-sleeved shirt with a briefcase in his hand. He was so hot that his head was full of sweat. When he saw me, he asked, "Kid, is your grandfather at home?"

"No, he's out."

Officer Sun wrinkled his head, picked up his collar and kept fanning, muttering, "This weather is so hot."

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

"Good, really sensible!"

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

"I just entered the first year of high school." I replied.

"How was your grade?"

"not bad."

"Did any classmates bully you?"

"No."

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

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

"Your grandfather is really a once-in-a-century master, but his temper is also once-in-a-century stubborn. I don't know how many leaders have invited him out of the mountain these years, but he just won't live or die. Last year, a director offered him a condition that he would retire and get a 51,111-month pension as long as he worked for our police for one year. This condition was not tempted, and I was convinced! So there is no way, we have to cooperate in another way. " Officer Sun sighed.

"cooperation, cooperation for what?" I asked.

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

"In the backyard." I point my hand.

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

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

when nobody was around, I reached out my hand, but my heart was pounding like a drum. In my mind, it is illegal to peek at the confidential documents of the police, and I may go to jail, but I really want to see them.

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

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

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

And the body was littered with a lot of money, with a lot of blood on it.

My eyes were caught by the content in the photo. I didn't feel terrible at all, and I even had an uncontrollable excitement. It was like a hungry man seeing delicious food and a pervert seeing beautiful women. I know this metaphor is a bit inappropriate and the deceased should respect it, but I just feel inexplicably excited!

just as I was engrossed in watching, I suddenly reached out a big hand behind me and snatched the photo from my hand.

when I looked back, Officer Sun was standing behind me, staring at me with a serious eye.

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

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

Officer Sun squinted, his mouth suddenly showed a sly smile, and said, "How about this? I'll 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. "

When he said this, I was relieved, because I probably guessed what he was going to test me!

As expected, after I nodded in agreement, Officer Sun asked me, "Tell me, what weapon was used to kill this man?"

"Give me the photos."

I took the photo, glanced at it again, and said with certainty, "The wound on my throat is a fatal wound. Judging from the shape of the wound, it was injured by sharp instruments with sharp edges and corners, but if it was a knife or dagger, I don't think you would ask me this question specially, so the weapon must be very special!"

Officer Sun was interested: "Yes, xiaomao's story is very accurate. Tell me, what is the murder weapon?"

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

Officer Sun stared at the photo and blinked. "The murder weapon is in the photo? You're not talking nonsense, are you? I personally participated in the investigation of this case. I searched the scene inside and outside, and I didn't find the murder weapon. In fact, the murderers have all been caught, but for the murder weapon ... "He suddenly stopped and coughed:" Don't talk nonsense, tell me what the murder weapon is! "

"It's the money on the ground!" I simply and neatly replied, "to be precise, these bills."

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

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

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

Actually, I didn't think of this. Among the bizarre cases recorded in "The Story of the Broken Prison", there was a case of killing people with paper knives. When I saw the bloody banknotes scattered everywhere in the photo, I unconsciously associated them with it. Judging from what Officer Sun just said, this case should be that the murderer was caught, but the murder weapon could not be found, so he came to Grandpa for help.

"Well, thank you, this trip has not been in vain at last. When you come to the provincial capital to play, my uncle will treat you to KFC. By the way, I have a daughter who also goes to high school. You two will definitely get along. " Officer Sun smiled and took the photo back into his bag and said to himself, "Song Zhaolin, an old thief, has always told me that the Song family will never commit suicide again. It turned out that he has been secretly cultivating you. It seems that the Song family has a successor, which is really great."

"Tiger Sun, what are you talking about?"

just then, a voice came from outside the door. I turned around and saw my grandfather standing there, and I suddenly got a cold war. Because grandpa never allowed me to touch these things, and I didn't know that 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!

Chapter II A 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 talk. As a result, this uncle was so nervous that he not only told me the cause and effect, but also praised me severely.

"Odbo, your great grandson is really amazing! The case dragged on for less than half a month, and we almost dug three feet, and we didn't find the murder weapon. He only looked at the photo and went out. This kid will be great in the future. In my opinion, he won't go to college after finishing high school. Now, 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, but you're just flipping through some old books left by your ancestors and teaching others how to swim. Besides, our Song family had a eight-character ancestral motto,' Don't be an official or an official, be wise and preserve our health'. You'd better put away that little thought! I won't give you this child. "

She glanced at me with cold eyes and scared me to bury my head quickly.

Officer Sun sighed and said, "Old Song, aren't you too stubborn? Didn't you sleep in the stable for three years? Isn't that already rehabilitated? Now it's the 21st century, so why don't you teach your ancestors? You're such a stubborn old man! " After that, he patted me on the shoulder and tried to win me over: "Kid, 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 the Song family. I want nothing but my children and grandchildren in my life.