When they were stunned, a guy with the title of superintendent came over, looked at the three of them, and said: "How did you get in? This is a crime scene, get out quickly!"
Uncle Feng quickly took out the evidence: "What do you call me, sir?"
"One of my own, plainclothes? My surname is Li." He answered casually, took Uncle Feng's ID and glanced at it, raising his eyebrows in surprise, "Miscellaneous Department, which department is it?"
Uncle Feng nodded.
"Both of them too?"
Superintendent Li looked at Gao Ning and Li Jialing again.
Gao Ning took out his ID and shook it.
Li Jialing stared at the corpse on the bed, but she still hadn't come back to her senses.
Superintendent Li nodded and returned the certificate to Uncle Feng: "What's the situation? Is it serious?"
"I don't know yet! Mainly..."
"Hey! You don't need to explain to me, I don't want to hear it, and I don't want to know it. Anyway, just do whatever you need to do, and just don't hinder me from handling the case!"
After saying that, Superintendent Li shrugged, turned around and left.
Judging from the way he was trying to avoid him, he obviously knew what the miscellaneous department was doing.
It's no wonder that the superintendent is almost the head leader. In theory, there are only two levels above. Even the leader of the operations department only has the rank of chief superintendent.
For special departments like the miscellaneous department, the following can be kept hidden. As the top leader of each area, you must know a thing or two.
It's just this kind of thing, the more you know about it, the more your outlook will be ruined.
There are definitely not many people who are interested. The vast majority of people who know about it regard the Miscellaneous Section as a secret service department and try to ignore it as much as possible and only use it when necessary.
Uncle Feng had seen many such leaders and was not impressed by his attitude.
He walked to the corpse, took a brief look at it, and continued to frown at his compass.
Strange, is the compass really broken?
Even though the corpse is right in front of you, why is it still showing some messy things?
Li Jialing finally came to her senses and pointed at the devastated, blood-stained sheets and an object similar to a water pipe between the legs of the deceased. She was a little afraid to accept it.
"What kind of hatred or resentment? Are you so cruel? Oh, it's so disgusting!"
Li Jialing felt a chill.
Gao Ning's spiritual sense scanned the entire scene, only slightly detecting some yin energy, but no energy creatures, the so-called ghosts.
I couldn't help but feel a little strange in my heart, so I turned around and asked: "Uncle Feng, shouldn't a person like this who died in vain should be wandering between heaven and earth with resentment? Why can't I sense his soul at all?"
"Where did you hear that?" Uncle Feng glanced at Gao Ning strangely. Seeing his puzzled face, he replied casually: "After death, people will report directly to the Gate of Hell. After registration, they will first pass through Huangquan Road in the next seven days.
With the Three Life Stones, when you reach Wangxiang Terrace, you can choose whether to return to the soul or not.
If you return to the soul, you have to walk the Huangquan Road again, and then you will reach the Wangchuan River and officially enter the underworld.
This guy obviously died just last night, and his soul is probably still queuing up in front of the gate of hell. Only if you can sense it can there be a ghost!"
"That's not right, cousin! This guy is already out of his mind!"
Li Jialing suddenly interrupted, startling Uncle Feng: "What? Are you serious?"
"It's obvious!"
Li Jialing made a movement to exert power, with the sword fingers of both hands hanging in the air at her temples, her eyes looking at Huang Baiwan's body like searchlights, and said: "After death, although the soul is separated from the body, the body still has residual spirit, which must be completely dissipated.
, at least 7749 days.
But if you look at it now, the corpse has no spirituality at all, just like those old popsicles that have been frozen in the cold storage for two or three years. Isn't it obvious?"
Uncle Feng frowned, glanced at the compass subconsciously, then rolled his eyes vaguely, put the compass away, raised his left hand, quickly calculated, made a hand seal, and swept it in front of his eyes, his eyes suddenly flashed with a light.
He looked at the corpse again, frowned and dispelled the spell, "You are right, the residual spirit dissipated. He has indeed been dead for a long time. Could it be that the person who died last night was a living dead? This matter is troublesome!"
Gao Ning was very interested.
Can the plot of "Play Back to School" be turned into a fantasy? Interesting!
"Uncle Feng, is it a witchcraft?"
"It's possible! But I'm not sure! If it's really a sorcery, then the other party must be a master. The body didn't leave any traces, and there's no way to check it!" Uncle Feng shook his head.
Gao Ning took the opportunity to suggest: "Since there is no way to solve it in terms of magic, why not use police methods to investigate? Maybe we can find useful clues?"
Uncle Feng hesitated for a moment: "You mean, wait for other departments to investigate first?"
Gao Ning pointed to the busy police officers around him.
"They're already checking!"
"You want to participate?" Uncle Feng frowned.
"Yes, is there anything strange about departmental cooperation?"
Li Jialing's eyes lit up and she said excitedly: "Yes, we can cooperate with other departments. If everyone works together, any difficulty can be overcome!"
Uncle Feng had a black line on his forehead and shouted: "What are you getting involved in? You are not a policeman!"
"I'm not a family member of a police officer! Essentially, I'm not an outsider. Besides, I have super powers. You will use me!"
Li Jialing promoted herself enthusiastically, her eyes were bright, and she was obviously very interested in investigating the case.
While the three of them were talking, a man wearing a leather jacket and sunglasses suddenly walked in outside the door.
After passing the corpse that was carried out, the man in sunglasses walked to where he had changed the sheets and drew the outline of the human body with a red marker. He only glanced at it and couldn't help but widen his eyes.
He pulled a colleague over and said, "Man, let me ask you, who is the victim?"
When asked, he pointed to a sharp object only about 30 centimeters between his legs.
The colleague said: "Of course I am a person, what else can I eat?"
"Who can grow a tail?"
"That's not the tail, that's the injured part. It was poked with more than thirty ice picks in a row, and it's already pretty good that it can still maintain its shape. What else do you want?"
The colleague shrugged and was too lazy to pay attention to the curious baby. He turned around and left with the tray.
The man in sunglasses subconsciously covered his lower body, as if he was frightened, but then he realized that he was at the scene of the crime, surrounded by subordinates who needed to pay attention to his image, so he deliberately held his head high and assumed the posture of a superior.
He looked around, stretched out his hand, and pulled Gao Ning, who was closest to him, over.
"Man, where is your Superintendent Li?"
Gao Ning blinked: "Which Superintendent Li?"
"He's the guy with a bad mouth, likes to hit people randomly, and has serious violent tendencies!" The man in sunglasses said matter-of-factly.
Gao Ning's eyes twitched: "Are you sure you want to say that?"
"What? Still not impressed?" The man in sunglasses thought that Gao Ning hadn't understood yet, and added: "That's the guy who is very stinky!"
Gao Ning hasn't spoken yet.
Next to him, Superintendent Li turned around with a dark face: "That stinky guy was stepped on by you!"
The man in sunglasses was startled, quickly released his foot, took a step back, stood at attention and saluted loudly: "Hello, sir, Chief Inspector Zhou Xingxing is reporting to you!"
