Underworld Detective

Have you ever seen a strange boss who chops customers into meat sauce and steams them into a big bun for sale? Have you ever seen a strange doctor who transformed his rival into a pig and imprisoned him in a farm? Have you ever seen a strange orphan who was raised by bats and sucked human blood for a living? 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. Some friends cannot figure out, what does Zuzuo do? Zuzuo is the coroner in ancient China. A good Zuzuo can not only perform autopsy, but also master a set of unknown skills. They can often use yellow wine, silver needles, red umbrellas, rosin and other common household items to pry open the mouths of the deceased and arrest the murderers. During the 30 years of serving the Public Security Bureau, I have used my family skills to solve countless major cases that shocked China. Some of these cases are abnormal, some are horrible, some are cruel, and some are tingling. In order to let later people know the magic of this line of work, I decided to share my experience with you. However, in view of the confidentiality rules of the Public Security Bureau, many cities and characters have used pseudonyms, I hope everyone can understand. Well, let's go back 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 lived with my grandfather in a quaint old ancestral house. Although I do not have parents, but my grandfather's love for me is beyond everything. In my life, he only taught me severely once: “Yang'er, you have to remember that when you grow up, grandpa won't stop you from doing whatever you want to do then. There are only three occupations that you should not touch. First, it is an official, the second is the police, the third... is the forensic doctor!” I was still young at the time, and I did not even know what a forensic doctor was, so I just nodded ignorantly. But as I got older, 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 has nothing to do every day and never goes to work in the fields, but he has a steady stream of money to buy me delicious food and for me to study. And every once in a while, there is always a big leader bringing a group of small policemen to visit. They are very respectful to grandpa, and often bring some gifts, such as Maotai wine, special panda cigarettes and so on. They often had long conversations with my grandfather in the room, ranging from an hour to a few hours, sometimes from the morning to the evening. Every few days after these leaders left, a major case would be solved in the province, such as the Sichuan restaurant's dark banknote case, the Southwest University corpse case, all of these cases caused a national sensation through the country, so that living in a small county I have heard of. I vaguely felt that the discovery of these cases was inextricably linked with my grandfather, but he never revealed a word to me! Grandpa's relationship has made the whole family follow. My aunt's business outside has been very smooth. Once, aunt lost a truck of goods on the highway, it only took the police a day to deliver the truck respectfully. Even when I took the high school entrance exam, I missed several ten points, and finally got my wish and was admitted to a key middle school. When I was twelve years old, the county town was going to build a big road. The road just happened to pass through the old house of the Song family. The surrounding neighbors could not stand the soft and hard bubbles of the demolition office and moved away one after another. Only my grandfather is unwilling to give up the old house handed down by his ancestors, and he is determined to be a ‘nail household’. The foreman who built this road was not a fuel-efficient lamp. Seeing that he was too soft, he drove two excavators directly to our door, and knocked down a wall with a bang, making it clear that he wanted to stand up! The scene at the time scared me to the point of crying. Grandpa sighed softly, picked up the phone and dialed a number, and said a few words lightly. But who expected after a few minutes, the excavator left in a hurry. And the next morning, many leaders and the foreman came to apologize in person, and the foreman also took out 100 000 yuan to make amends in person. This is a lot of money for the small county, but grandpa just waved his hand gently and declined the offer. Of course, the main road continued to be repaired, but it turned a big bend in front of our house. This incident buried a strong curiosity in my young mind. Why is Grandpa so powerful? When I was fifteen years old, I accidentally came across two broken books in the cellar of the old house. One was called ‘The True Version of a Collection of Wrongdoing’. It was written in the seventh year of Chunyou in the Southern Song Dynasty. The author was a man named Song Ci. The other is called ‘The God of Prison Breaking’, and there is no author on it. With my level of classical Chinese at the time, it was a little bit difficult to understand these two ancient books, and I could barely understand the little people drawn in the two books, which were all about human body structure diagrams, examining corpses and other things. I do not know why, these two books have an extraordinary magic power for me, and I cannot put them down after I open them. I kept it from my grandfather and carried forward the spirit of ants gnawing on bones, and I just ‘gnawed’ these two obscure ancient books! To me, these two books are like a door to a new world, although this kind of occupation is mentioned in the book, which was specially used to examine corpses to find clues to solve cases in ancient times. But I did not find it scary at all,on the contrary I found it fresh, interesting and challenging. It was especially scary in ancient times. At the age of sixteen, for the first time in my life, I had the opportunity to apply what I learned. At that time, it was the middle days of July. Grandpa went out early in the morning. I was at home during the summer vacation and had nothing to do. I glued a bamboo pole to catch the cicada on the tree and play. At this time, a black Jetta car suddenly braked sharply, stopped at the door of the Song family's old house with a ‘swoosh’. A burly man stepped out of the car, with a face of Chinese characters; thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his skin was sunburned. He walked into the yard in a hurry. I recognized him, he is a police officer who had visited Grandpa a few times before, and I remembered that his last name was Sun. At that day, officer Sun was not wearing a police uniform, but a short-sleeved shirt with a briefcase in his hand. He was sweating profusely, and wisps of steam came out of his head. When he saw me, he asked: “Little kid, is your grandfather at home?” “No, he went out.” Officer Sun wrinkled his moldy head, picked up his collar and kept fanning, and muttered, “This weather is so hot.” I hurriedly said: “Uncle, come in and sit down! I will get you a cold drink.” “Okay, that is kind!” This police officer Sun has a very heroic style. He entered the living room and sat down on a chair unceremoniously. He took a large glass of Coke that I poured for him and poured it into his stomach. He wiped his mouth happily, and then tapped a cigarette and asked me: “Little kid, are you in high school?” “Just a freshman in high school.” I replied. “How are your grades?” “It is okay.” “Is there a classmate bullying you in your class?” “No.” “If there are classmates who do have eyes to bully you, tell your uncle, and uncle will help you find a place to go!" Officer Sun laughed. “Uncle, what is your relationship with my grandpa?” I think this is a great opportunity to get to know my grandpa. “Your grandfather, he is really an expert who is rare in a century. Unfortunately, his temper is also stubborn. I do not know how many leaders have invited him out over the years, but he is not willing to live or die. Last year, a director offered him a condition that as long as he worked for our police for one year, he would have his leg rest and receive 50,000 a month as a retire. This condition is not tempting, and I can be considered as accepting! So there is no other way, we have to use another way to work together.” Officer Sun sighed. “Cooperation, work together for what?” I asked. Officer Sun was just about to answer when he suddenly realized that he had leaked his mouth, so he quickly covered his stomach and said: “Oh, why is my stomach hurting suddenly, maybe the drink was too cold, where is the toilet?" “In the backyard.” I pointed my hand. Officer Sun covered his stomach and ran to the backyard like a gust of wind, followed by a rustling sound. The briefcase that Officer Sun threw on the table was unbuttoned, and a photo slipped out of it. There were some red and green things on it, which aroused my strong curiosity! Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, I stretched out my hand in a ghostly way, but my heart was beating like a drum. Although knowing that it is illegal to peek at the police's confidential documents, and I might even go to jail, I really wanted to see it. So I persuaded myself to just look at it, just look at it and put it back. I took the picture out of the briefcase, and as expected, it was a corpse. Although I have seen a lot of dead people in movies, I know they are fake and far less shocking than the real corpse. The corpse in the photo was an adult male, wearing a suit and a white shirt has been stained red with blood. He was sitting with his head down, leaning in front of an open safe, with a pair of glasses hanging from his right ear. There was a long, deep cut in his throat from which the blood was flowing. And the corpse was scattered with a lot of money, and there was a lot of blood on it. My eyes were caught by the content of the photo. I did not feel terrible at all, and even had an uncontrollable excitement, just like when a hungry man sees delicious food, and a p*****t sees beautiful women. I know this analogy is a bit inappropriate, and the dead should be respected, but I just feel inexplicably excited! Just as I was fascinated by it, a big hand stretched out from behind and took the photo from my hand. When I looked back, Officer Sun was standing behind me, staring at me with a serious look. “Little kid, who has allowed you to peek at my documents, it is against the law to peek at the police's documents, don't you know it?" Officer Sun said angrily. “I just …… I just took one look …… really …… " I was incoherent in fright. Officer Sun squinted his eyes, and a sly smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth, and said. “Well, why don't you do this, I will test you, if you can answer, I will let it go, if you cannot, do not blame me for being rude. Please go with me to the police station to reflect for a few days.” When he said this, I was relieved, because I guessed in what he was going to test me! As expected, after I nodded in agreement, Officer Sun asked me: “What do you think? Look, what weapon was this man killed by?” “Give me the picture.” I took the photo, glanced at it again, and said with certainty: “The wound on the throat is a fatal wound. Judging from the shape of the wound, it was wounded by a sharp object with an edge, but if it is a knife, the dagger is more likely to be wounded. I do not think you would ask me such a question, so the weapon must be very special!” Officer Sun was interested: “Okay, the little boy said it well, but you can talk about it, what exactly 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? Are you talking nonsense? I personally participated in the investigation of this case. I searched the scene inside and out, but I could not find the murder weapon. In fact, the murderer has already been caught, if it was not for the murder weapon …… " He suddenly stopped talking, He coughed: “Don't talk nonsense, tell me what the murder weapon is!” “It is the money on the ground!” I answered swiftly: “To be precise, these banknotes.” Officer Sun blinked in astonishment: “Banknotes? No, how is this possible?" “Why is it impossible, tightly bundling a stack of brand-new banknotes, the edges are sharp enough to cut such a deep long wound, and then spread them apart and throw them at the murder scene, so the ‘kill weapon' is gone." I replied. Officer Sun took a deep breath and could not help giving me a thumbs up: “Awesome, as expected of Song Zhaolin's grandson.” In fact, this is not what I came up with. Among the bizarre cases recorded in ‘The God of Prison Breaking’, there was a case of killing with a paper knife. When I saw the blood-stained banknotes scattered everywhere on the photo, I unconsciously thought of it and associated them. From what Officer Sun said just now, it can be judged that the murderer should have been caught in this case, but the murder weapon could not be found, so he came to Grandpa for help. “Okay, thank you, this trip is not in vain. When you come to the provincial capital to play, uncle will invite you to eat KFC. By the way, I have a daughter who is also in high school. You two will definitely have fun.” Officer Sun smiled and put the photo back in the bag, and said to himself: “Song Zhaolin, this old thief, has always told me that the Song family will not do anything more from now on, it turns out that he has been secretly cultivating you. It seems that the Song family will have a successor. It is really great.” “Sun Tiger, what are you talking about, who has a successor?” At this moment, a voice came from outside the door, I turned around and saw my grandfather standing there, and I was so frightened that I shivered. Because my grandfather never allowed me to touch these things, let alone that I peeked at the two banned books. Grandpa slowly turned his gloomy eyes from Officer Sun to me, and seemed to understand something. At that moment, I was terrified to the extreme!