Coroner: "Song Yang"

In this world, strange cases happen every day. The most popular steamed bun shop has steamed buns stuffed with human flesh. Blood is flowing out of the walls of a mansion in a prosperous area. The beautiful campus beauties who died in the university will take one away on their death anniversary. Is the legend of the zombie baby in Building 7 of the hospital true? The last coroner in China uses the autopsy technique that has been passed down for three thousand years to take you to the scene of the murder: There are no ghosts in the world, and the injustice is redressed by the magic hands. Serial killers, s*x addicts, vampires, n*********a, people with demon eyes, and all the strange cases of the Public Security Bureau are revealed! Have you ever seen a strange boss who chopped customers into meat sauce and steamed them into baskets of big buns for sale? Have you ever seen a strange doctor who plastically transformed his love 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 have 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 coroner. Some friends are confused about what a coroner does? A coroner is an ancient Chinese coroner. A good coroner can not only perform autopsies, but also master a set of unknown skills. They can often use rice wine, silver needles, red umbrellas, rosin and other folk life items to pry open the mouths of the dead and arrest the murderer of the bloody case. For a full thirty years of serving the Public Security Department, I used my family's unique skills to solve countless major cases that shocked China. Some of these cases were perverted, some were terrifying, some were cruel, and some were numbing. In order to let future generations know the magic of the coroner profession, I decided to share my experience with everyone. However, in view of the confidentiality principle of the Public Security Bureau, many cities and characters have used pseudonyms. I hope everyone can understand. Okay, let's get back to the topic! I was born in a small county in the south. I have never seen my parents since I was a child. I live with my grandfather in an ancient ancestral house. Although I have no parents, my grandfather's love for me surpasses everything. In my life, he only taught me sternly once: "Yang'er, you must remember that when you grow up, your grandfather will not stop you from doing anything you want, but there are only three professions that you should not touch. The first is to be an official, the second is to be a policeman, and the third... is a forensic doctor!" I was still young at the time and didn't even know what a forensic doctor was. I just nodded ignorantly. But as I grew older, I gradually developed a strange feeling that my grandfather was definitely not a simple person! The reason I felt this way was that my grandfather did nothing every day and never went to work in the fields, but he had a steady stream of money to buy me delicious food and support my studies. And every once in a while, there would always be a big leader with a group of small policemen visiting, and they were very respectful to my grandfather, and often brought some gifts, such as Maotai liquor, special Panda cigarettes, etc. They often talked with my grandfather in the room for a long time, from an hour to several hours, and sometimes even from morning to evening. Every few days after these leaders left, a major case would be solved in the province, such as the Sichuan restaurant ghost banknote case and the Southwest University dismemberment case. These cases were sensational across the country, so much so that I, who lived in a small county, had heard of them. I felt that the resolution of these cases was closely related to my grandfather, but he never told me a word! My grandfather's relationship benefited the whole family. My aunt's business was always going well. Once, my aunt lost a truck of goods on the highway, and the police sent the truck of goods respectfully in one day. Even when I was taking the high school entrance exam, I missed several dozen points, but I was finally 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 old house of the Song family. The neighbors around could not stand the soft and hard persuasion of the demolition office, and moved away one after another. Only my grandfather was unwilling to give up the old house passed down by his ancestors, and was determined to be a "nail household". The contractor who built this road was not a pushover. Seeing that soft tactics didn't work, he drove two excavators to our doorstep and knocked down a wall with a rumble, clearly trying to establish his authority! The scene at that time scared me so much that I almost cried. Grandpa sighed softly, 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 the contractor came to apologize in person, and the contractor even took out 100,000 yuan to apologize in person. This is a lot of money for a small county, but grandpa just waved his hand gently and declined the gift. The main road was of course still under construction, but it just turned a big corner in front of our house. This incident planted a strong curiosity in my young heart. Why was my grandfather so powerful? When I was fifteen years old, I accidentally found two old books in the box of the old house. One was called "Xiyuan Jilu Zhenben", which was written in the seventh year of Chunyou in the Southern Song Dynasty. The author was a man named Song Ci. The other was called "Judgment God Pian", which did not have an author. With my level of classical Chinese at that time, it was a bit difficult to understand these two ancient books. I could only barely understand the little people drawn in the two books, which were all about human body structure diagrams and corpse inspections. For some reason, these two books had an extraordinary magic for me. I could never put them down after I opened them. I hid it from my grandfather and carried forward the spirit of ants gnawing bones. I had to "gnaw" these two obscure ancient books! For me, these two books were like the door to a new world, although the book mentioned the profession of coroner, which was the ancient profession of examining corpses to find clues to solve cases. But I don’t find it scary at all. Instead, I find it fresh, interesting and challenging. When I was sixteen, I had the opportunity to apply what I learned for the first time in my life. It was the hottest time of the year, and my grandfather had to go out early in the morning. I was at home during the summer vacation, and I had nothing to do. I used a bamboo pole with glue to catch cicadas on the tree. At this time, a black Jetta car braked suddenly and stopped at the door of the Song family's old house. A burly man with a square face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and tanned skin got out of the car and walked into the yard in a hurry. I recognized him as a police officer who had visited my grandfather several times before. I remember that his last name seemed to be Sun. Officer Sun was not wearing a police uniform today, but a short-sleeved shirt, with a briefcase in his hand. He was sweating profusely, and there were wisps of hot air coming out of his head. When he saw me, he asked, "Little boy, is your grandfather at home?" "No, he went out." Officer Sun frowned, grabbed his collar and kept fanning himself, muttering, "This weather is so hot that it's killing me." I hurriedly said, "Uncle, come in and sit for a while! I'll pour you a glass of iced drink." "Okay, you're so sensible!" Officer Sun was very bold. He walked into the living room and sat down on a chair without hesitation. He took the big cup of Coke I poured for him and gulped it down. He wiped his mouth happily, then lit a cigarette and asked me, "Little boy, are you in high school?" "Just in the first year of high school." I replied. "How are your grades?" "Not bad." "Are there any classmates who bully you?" "No." "If any classmates bully you, tell your uncle and he will help you find a place to fight!" Officer Sun laughed. "Uncle, what is your relationship with my grandfather?" I think this is a great opportunity to get to know my grandfather. "Your grandfather is really a rare master in a century, but unfortunately his temper is also rare in a century. I don't know how many leaders have asked him to come out of retirement over the years, but he just refused to do it. Last year, a director offered him a condition that as long as he worked for our police for one year, he would be allowed to retire and get a monthly pension of 50,000. I was convinced that he was not tempted by such a condition! So there is no way, we have to cooperate in another way." Officer Sun sighed. "Cooperation, what cooperation?" I asked. Officer Sun was about to answer, but suddenly he seemed to realize that he had let something slip. He quickly covered his stomach and said, "Ouch, why does my stomach suddenly hurt? Maybe I drank too much cold water. Where is the toilet?" "In the backyard." I pointed. Officer Sun covered his stomach and ran to the backyard like a gust of wind. Then there was a sound of rustling. The button of the briefcase that Officer Sun threw on the table was opened, and a photo slid out from it. There were some red and green things on it, which aroused my strong curiosity! While there was no one around, I reached out my hand, but my heart was beating like a drum. In my mind, it is illegal to peek at the confidential documents of the police, and I might even go to jail, but I really want to take a look. 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. As expected, it was a corpse. Although I have seen many dead people in movies, I know that they are fake and far less shocking than real corpses. The corpse in the photo is an adult male, wearing a suit. His white shirt has been stained red with blood. He is leaning against an open safe with his head down. A pair of glasses is hanging on his right ear. There is a long and deep wound on his throat, and the blood is flowing from there. A lot of banknotes are scattered all over the corpse, and there are a lot of blood on it. My eyes are attracted by the content of the photo. I don’t feel scary at all. I even have an uncontrollable excitement, just like a hungry man seeing delicious food, a pervert seeing a beautiful woman. I know this metaphor is a bit inappropriate. The dead should be respected, but I just feel inexplicably excited! Just as I was absorbed in watching, a big hand suddenly stretched out from behind and snatched the photo from my hand. I looked back and saw Officer Sun standing behind me, staring at me with a serious look. "Little devil, who allowed you to peek at my documents? Peeking at police documents is illegal, don't you know?" Officer Sun said angrily. "I just... I just took a look... Really..." I was so scared that I couldn't speak coherently. Officer Sun narrowed his eyes, and suddenly showed a cunning smile at the corner of his mouth, and said: "Why not, I will test you. If you can answer it, this matter will be forgotten; if you can't answer it, don't blame me for being rude, please go to the police station to reflect on it for a few days." When he said this, I felt relieved, because I roughly guessed what he was going to test me! As expected, after I nodded in agreement, Officer Sun asked me: "Tell me, what weapon killed this man?" "Give me the photo." I took the photo, glanced at it again, and said with certainty: "The wound on the throat is the fatal wound. Judging from the shape of the wound, it was caused by a sharp weapon with edges and corners. But if it was a knife or dagger, I don't think you would ask me such a question, so the murder weapon must be very special!" Officer Sun was interested: "Okay, you are talking about it very well, what is the murder weapon?" I handed over 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? You are not talking nonsense, are you? I personally participated in the investigation of this case. I searched the scene inside and out, but I didn't find the murder weapon. In fact, the murderer has been caught. If it weren't for the murder weapon..." He suddenly stopped talking and coughed: "Don't talk nonsense, tell me what the murder weapon is!" "It's the banknotes on the ground!" I answered straightforwardly: "To be precise, it's these banknotes." Officer Sun blinked in astonishment: "Banknotes? No, how is this possible?" "Why not? A stack of brand new banknotes are tightly tied together, and the sharpness of the edges is enough to cut such a deep and long wound, and then they are scattered and thrown at the murder scene, so the 'murder weapon' disappears." I answered. Officer Sun took a breath and couldn't help but give me a thumbs up: "Awesome, you are worthy of being the grandson of Song Zhaolin." In fact, this is not what I thought of. Among the bizarre cases recorded in "Judgment God", there have been cases of murders with paper knives. When I saw the bloody banknotes scattered everywhere in the photo, I unconsciously thought of it. From what Officer Sun just said, it can be judged that the murderer was caught in this case, but the murder weapon was not found and it was impossible to convict, so he came to ask grandpa for help. "Okay, thank you very much. This trip is not in vain. When you come to the provincial capital to play, uncle will treat you to KFC. By the way, I have a daughter who is also in high school. You two will definitely get along well." Officer Sun smiled and put the photo back into his bag, muttering to himself: "Song Zhaolin, the old thief, has always told me that the Song family will no longer have a coroner from now on. It turns out that he has been secretly cultivating you. It seems that the Song family has a successor. It's great." "Sun Lao Hu, what successor are you talking about?" Just then, a voice came from outside the door. I turned around and saw my grandfather standing there. I was immediately scared. Because my grandfather never allowed me to touch these things, let alone I peeked at the 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!