Hearing Uncle Jiu's words, Du Weiguo's eyebrows suddenly raised and he sat up from the sofa, his interest suddenly aroused.
Uncle Jiu is not an ordinary person. In addition to being a policeman, he is also a descendant of Maoshan. He is not only strong in martial arts, but also proficient in the art of Qimen Dunjia.
Ordinary cases were not difficult for him at all. Uncle Jiu was able to secure his position as the detective of Yau Tsim Mong District in just one year because of his ability to solve cases like a god.
The difficult cases that Uncle Jiu mentioned must be of high value. Even if they are not earth-shattering cases, they are definitely not trivial cases.
Du Weiguo has been working recklessly in the sea of knives and blood recently, and his skills in investigating and handling cases have been wasted. When he heard this, he was inevitably a little bit happy.
However, Du Weiguo has now gone through ups and downs and is no longer a reckless young man. Even though he was itching in his heart, he did not just respond directly, but asked calmly:
"Uncle Jiu, what exactly is the case?"
Uncle Jiu was silent, and sighed softly, as if he was a little disappointed with Du Weiguo's answer. Time has changed, and what was once a passionate and unrepentant decision has become a matter of weighing the pros and cons.
After a while, Uncle Jiu spoke again, his voice obviously lowered:
"Recently, women who were sucked to death by blood at night have frequently appeared in Hong Kong Island. In less than two weeks, eight victims have appeared one after another."
As soon as he heard this, Du Wei Guoying's eyebrows twisted up: "Well, die by sucking blood?"
Uncle Jiu's voice was muffled: "Yes, all the victims died after the blood was sucked from all over their bodies."
Du Weiguo's tone became more solemn: "Man-made?"
Uncle Jiu’s voice was hesitant:
"Hmm~ Judging from the wounds on the victim's neck, we can only say that the blood-sucking creature should be a humanoid creature, but it has fangs."
Blood-sucking, fangs, Du Weiguo couldn't help being stunned when he heard these familiar yet unfamiliar words from Uncle Jiu's mouth.
In my mind, those weird creatures from later generations of supernatural movies suddenly popped up: ghosts? Zombies? Vampires?
Damn it, what are you talking about? Is this a supernatural plot again?
Du Weiguo's tone was a little strange:
"Uncle Jiu, I remember that you told me before that there are no such things as zombies and ghosts in this world?"
Uncle Jiu replied angrily:
"Of course not. Death is like a lamp going out. After dying, the soul will be gone. Not to mention there are no zombies, ghosts, evil spirits, let alone the underworld and reincarnation."
This righteous atheism came from the mouth of Uncle Jiu, a direct descendant of Maoshan, and there was an inexplicable and strong sense of disobedience.
Du Weiguo curled his lips and suddenly wanted to laugh.
Not to mention anything else, Uncle Jiu, a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, is also a serious descendant of Maoshan and a master of metaphysics. He actually righteously denies gods and ghosts and resists superstition.
How do you describe this feeling? It’s just the serious nonsense of some business people, saying that the economic situation is great and housing prices can skyrocket. Tsk, it’s hard to be trusted.
Du Weiguo's tone was a bit playful:
"Uncle Jiu, since there are no zombies in this world, what humanoid creature can suck blood? Is it a vampire in Western legends?"
Uncle Jiu seemed a little angry, and his voice was cold and hard:
"I'm sure there are no zombies, ghosts or the like. As for vampires, they are monsters in Western legends. I don't know much about them."
Du Weiguo grinned and suppressed a smile:
"Uncle Jiu, shouldn't this kind of weird and mysterious case be reported to the Hong Kong authorities, let MI6 take over, or ask a demon hunter or paladin from the Vatican to handle it?"
Du Weiguo's nonsensical ridicule finally angered the upright Uncle Jiu, who cursed angrily:
"Fuck! Wesley, these are 8 innocent lives, why have you become so cold-blooded and ruthless now?
What? Is it because I, Feng Jiu, am poor and cannot afford your exorbitant salary from the God of Evil, so you are so indifferent!"
"Uh~"
Du Weiguo was speechless after being scolded by Uncle Jiu. He couldn't help but ask himself, he was indeed somewhat indifferent to human life.
If he had encountered this kind of situation before, and eight innocent women were killed, he would have been filled with righteous indignation and desperate.
Now I can actually talk and laugh, laugh at him as a joke, and talk about it, but I have seen too many dead people and I have become numb.
Du Weiguo took a deep breath, gathered his thoughts, and his tone became solemn:
"Uncle Jiu, you taught me the right lesson. Where are you? I'll go look for you now."
Upon hearing this, Uncle Jiu's tone became slightly more relaxed, but he was still emotional and his tone was stiff:
"Hmph, the ugly words are ahead. I am a poor man and I have no money to give you. I am currently in the Queen Elizabeth Hospital on Jordan Road, in the underground morgue. If the Evil God is willing to deign to condescend to you~~"
"almost there."
Du Weiguo didn't want to listen to Uncle Jiu's yin and yang anymore, so he hung up the phone decisively, stood up, put on his coat, kicked the Nightmare who was lying on the ground, taking a nap, and scolded him angrily:
"Damn, you are really the reincarnation of a pig demon. You eat and sleep. You are my second uncle. Get up and work!"
The high-rise apartment where Du Weiguo lives alone is located in Sheung Wan, Wan Chai. If you want to go to Yau Ma Tei, you need to cross the sea.
At this time, Hong Kong Island has not yet built an undersea tunnel, let alone a cross-sea bridge. Therefore, if you want to go to the sea, you can only take the famous Star Ferry.
Du Weiguo had just parked his car and was about to queue up to buy a ticket when two carefree men in floral shirts walked over to him.
These two guys, with their deer-like heads and rat-like eyes and tattoos of dragons and phoenixes on their bodies, looked like the short mules of the club. Du Weiguo looked at these two uninvited guests with cold eyes and frowned.
I thought to myself, no way, there is a short mule who is so blind and wants to get into trouble with him?
Even if you don't know that he is the evil god, Du Weiguo himself is tall, has a fierce temperament, and drives a luxury car. He is not someone that a short mule can easily provoke.
It wasn't until the two people got closer that Du Weiguo realized that he had thought wrong. The two cowards had flattering looks on their faces, nodding and bending, with their heads almost in their crotches, and their tone of voice was extremely respectful:
"Excuse me, are you the Evil God?"
"Hmm? Do you know me? Which prefix do you mix with me?"
Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows, a little surprised. The two short mules' faces were red with excitement, their whole bodies were trembling, and their tongues were tied:
"Sha, God of Sha, we belong to the same name. We usually hang out on the pier to eat. I was lucky enough to see you from a distance at Chen Liji Tea Restaurant before."
Du Weiguo was amused by them. He had never been an overbearing person. Wen Sheng made a joke:
"Old man, I am just an ordinary person, with two eyes and one nose. Just like you, I also have to eat, drink and defecate.
The prefix "and" means Brother Guolong's cousin. We are all family members, so you can just speak normally, there is no need to be so formal."
The two dwarf mules were flattered by Du Weiguo's kindness. One of them was quite clever and had the courage to ask:
"God of Evil, are you going to cross the sea?"
Du Weiguo nodded, his tone still gentle: "Well, yes, I want to cross the sea to Yau Ma Tei to do some errands."
"Sha, God of Sha, please get on my boat. Your car can also come on board."
The short mule, with his red head and face swollen with excitement, pointed at an empty freight ferry not far away, with a face filled with anticipation. Du Weiguo raised his brows and burst into laughter.
Since the end of the first underworld conference, Du Weiguo has not been around in the world of Hong Kong for even a day.
But he has become the well-deserved leader of all societies in Hong Kong, which means that everyone in the world knows you.
Especially yesterday, people from the three major societies, under his banner, followed Zhao Mingwei to collect the accounts, and returned victorious, feeling proud and proud.
When the news spread, hundreds of thousands of dwarf mules in Hong Kong, including Yourong Yan, now regarded Du Weiguo as their ancestor and called themselves disciples of the evil god.
Queen Elizabeth Hospital has a long history and is located on Gascoigne Road, Yau Ma Tei. It is currently the designated autopsy hospital designated by the Hong Kong Island Police to cooperate with.
At the end of the underground floor of the hospital, if you continue walking down 13 steps, you will reach the freezing morgue.
At the door of the morgue, Uncle Jiu was waiting there with several plainclothes policemen. His face was gloomy, a cigarette was in his mouth, and his brows were furrowed.
Seeing Du Weiguo walking over at a snail's pace, Uncle Jiu raised his thick eyebrows, quickly threw away the cigarette butt, stubbed it out with the toe of his shoe, and hurried to greet him.
But when he saw Night Dire, his pupils shrank suddenly, he took a deep breath, and couldn't help but ask in a solemn tone:
"Wesley, you dog?"
Uncle Jiu is a descendant of Maoshan. He attaches great importance to cultivating the sixth sense and practices diligently. He has even developed clairvoyance.
Clairvoyance, this thing sounds mysterious. To put it bluntly, it is the ability to sense consciousness. To be more straightforward, it is the sixth sense.
Uncle Jiu was endowed with extraordinary talents. Even though he was reincarnated in the Age of Ending Dharma, he was still successful in cultivation and his eyes were as bright as a torch. Naturally, he could sense the good qualities of the Night Dire at a glance.
"Oh, I picked it up deep in the jungle of Siam. This dog likes me. He is very well-behaved and understands human nature, so I just kept him with me."
Du Weiguo calmly gave a plausible reason. Uncle Jiu took a deep look at Nightmare and said meaningfully:
"This dog is indeed extraordinary. I'm afraid he is not an ordinary human being."
There is something in Uncle Jiu's words. When he said the word "tong", he specially added the accent. I'm afraid he has already seen some clues.
However, Du Weiguo was also very serious now and changed the topic calmly:
"Uncle Jiu, didn't you come to me to talk about the case? How about we take a look at the bodies of a few victims first?"
Uncle Jiu also had a decisive character and was well-versed in human relations. Naturally, he heard that Du Weiguo didn't want to dwell on the topic of Night Dire anymore, so he simply stopped asking.
"Okay, let's go, there are several corpses inside,"
In the cold morgue, eight naked female corpses were lying in a row on the green cement floor.
Even though Du Weiguo had long been accustomed to seeing corpses in various miserable conditions, he still couldn't help but gasp when he saw these corpses.
It's not that these corpses are so hideous, it's just that they are so weird that people are stunned.
The first thing I felt was whiteness. It was so white that my whole body looked like bluish-white paper. The capillaries were like black tattoos floating on my skin.
The second feeling is that it is dry, like dried fish. There are two dark blood holes in the carotid artery of each corpse, and even the muscles that are exposed from the wound are pale.
No matter how you look at it, these corpses look like those who died after being sucked out of blood by zombies in legends. Du Weiguo frowned and asked in a deep voice:
"Uncle Jiu, are you sure there are really no zombies in this world?"
Uncle Jiu rolled his eyes at him angrily, snorted coldly, and said nothing. Du Weiguo took the trouble and asked for a different question:
"Then no other fatal injuries were found on these corpses. Are there any other drug residues such as anesthetics in the body?"
This was a very professional question. Uncle Jiu's face brightened slightly and he nodded to the middle-aged doctor with a solemn expression:
"Doctor Wu, this is Wesley, the "case handling expert" we invited. Please explain."
This Doctor Wu must have seen a lot of dead people. He has a strong psychological quality and a very calm attitude. Moreover, he is a bit cold and aloof. He didn't even look at Du Weiguo.
Hearing Uncle Jiu's words, he walked slowly to the corpse, with a calm tone, and replied word for word:
"All the corpses, apart from the two bloody holes in the carotid arteries similar to those caused by fangs, had no other fatal injuries, not even minor scratches.
All the victims were brain-dead due to the rapid loss of blood, and their bodies have also been examined, and it can be determined that there is no anesthetic component."
Du Weiguo frowned, stared at a corpse with obvious anatomical traces, and asked in a deep voice:
"Doctor Wu, since they all died due to blood sucking, is there any residual blood in their bodies?"
Dr. Wu's eyes flashed with admiration. Obviously, this was a good question and it touched his itch.
"Good question. I have done liver and heart dissections, and there is not even a trace of blood left! I have been practicing medicine for more than 20 years, and I have never seen such a strange situation."
As soon as he finished speaking, Du Weiguo asked again:
"Since there is not even a trace of blood, how can you be sure that there are no anesthetics in their bodies?"
The admiration in Dr. Wu's eyes became more intense, and there was a hint of fluctuation in his expression. He quickly walked to the center of two of the corpses.
There were obvious laparotomy wounds on the bellies of both corpses. The incision extended from the throat to the navel, almost splitting the whole body in two. Although it had been sutured, it still looked very leaky.
Doctor Wu spread his hands among the corpses, and there was a hint of emotion in his voice:
"I have dissected and tested all the main organs of these two victims, including the heart, liver, spleen, stomach, kidneys, and even the intestines. I can confirm that there are absolutely no anesthetics or hallucinogens in the victims' bodies.
Element."
Dr. Wu should have a rigorous work style that is almost paranoid. It is difficult for such a person to make mistakes.
Du Weiguo nodded and turned his gaze to Uncle Jiu:
"Uncle Jiu, what clues do you have now?"
Uncle Jiu's eyes flashed dimly, and he slowly shook his head: "No, there are no clues at all, not fingerprints, footprints, clothing remnants, no witnesses."
Oh, perfect crime? Du Weiguo became interested and asked in a deep voice:
"Then the victim was killed in time, place, occupation, etc., are there any corresponding rules?"
Uncle Jiu's eyes were heavy, his fists were clenched, veins were protruding, and his tone was low:
"These women were all killed at night, and the time is not fixed. If we must say something in common, it is that they all happened in the dead of night.
The place of death is not fixed, it can happen in any area, and the occupation is irregular. They are all sucked out of blood while sleeping."
Du Weiguo keenly grasped the key point, his eyes flickering: "Did you get your blood sucked out while sleeping?"
Uncle Jiu nodded:
"Yes, all the victims were discovered by family members or colleagues the next morning, without exception."
Du Weiguo raised his sword eyebrows, like a sword being unsheathed, and his tone became serious:
"The blood was sucked from all over the body, but the family members were not disturbed. Have their family members checked or been anesthetized?"
Doctor Wu took the initiative and said: "All the victim's family members have been checked and there is absolutely nothing wrong with it."
Du Weiguo asked again: "What about hypnosis?"
Uncle Jiu shook his head: "Definitely not."
hiss!
Du Weiguo was a little shocked. This case was indeed mysterious. It was basically certain that even if it was not a zombie, it was definitely not a human being.
Uncle Jiu firmly denied the possibility of zombies. Du Weiguo lowered his head and glanced at several pale corpses, and immediately thought of vampires.
Du Weiguo pondered for a moment, walked slowly to Uncle Jiu, and asked in a low voice:
"Uncle Jiu, don't you know the secret skills of Maoshan? Hold the shackles and guide the way~~"
Uncle Jiu shook his head, his tone was helpless and melancholy:
"The way to guide people is also for living people. Everyone has their own unique field. It is through this field that I find people, but this method is not effective for the dead."
When Uncle Jiu was talking, Dr. Wu listened quietly without showing anything strange and his eyes were calm. Obviously, he knew Uncle Jiu's special ability.
Damn, there might be an affair between these two little old men, Du Weiguo thought to himself in a wicked way, but his face didn't show it at all.
"Uncle Jiu, what method did you use to help me target the corpse controllers of Jiuju through living corpses?"
Uncle Jiu smacked his lips and explained patiently:
"The principle is similar. At that time, I was able to find her through the place where the corpse controller left the living corpse."
Du Weiguo probably understood what Uncle Jiu was talking about. This thing should be the magnetic field of life that is unique to each person.
The Taoist hexagrams and divination techniques use secret methods to calculate the magnetic field, so as to seek good luck and avoid bad luck, and even change fate against the will of heaven.
"Uncle Jiu, are there any clues about the smell?"
Uncle Jiu sighed: "No, we have searched the scene with many police dogs and military dogs, but found nothing."
Du Weiguo patted him on the shoulder and said, "Uncle Jiu, this case is interesting, I will take it!" (End of Chapter)