"Because my little black son saved my daughter's life, when I was five years old, I once went out to play and got lost in the mountains, and then it was the little black man who took me and found her in the mountains, I can't thank it, because I don't have the money to buy meat to feed it, so I can only come up with this stupid way, besides, it's not illegal to cut some meat on a dead person, right?"

"How many times have you done this?"

Zhuang Daming looked at Wu Long with blank eyes, and stopped talking, as if his throat was suddenly stuck by a fish bone and he couldn't speak. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Say, how many times have you done it?"

"Many times."

"From what year?"

"Five years ago."

When Murong Fei heard the words "five years ago", he suddenly remembered the unresolved doubts in his heart, in the past five years, more than 30 old people have died in Xinpersim Village, did Zhuang Daming go to chop meat every time? The most important thing is, is the death of these old people related to Zhuang Daming? The ghoul mentioned in Zhuang Mingming's composition is obviously Zhuang Daming himself, but who is that ogre?

Wu Long continued to ask Zhuang Daming about digging graves and cutting meat in the past, and all of Zhuang Daming's interrogation processes were recorded by the voice recorder he carried with him, as a comparison for future records.

Murong Fei's state of mind at this time was completely different from Wu Long's, Wu Long was intoxicated with the excitement of chasing and fighting, but Murong Fei was restless because he didn't understand the death of the more than thirty old men.

He asked Xiaolong to send back to the criminal department of the Guan Dabao's father Da Song's hard work, Che Song doesn't know if he has received it, even if he receives it, it must still be tested, if the test has a result, Che Song will definitely call, Che Song knows them best, the on-site investigators, and every test result in the laboratory affects their hearts.

Murong Fei thought to himself, even if Da Song was hit by a chronic poison and died, this poison must be a very rare poison, which only poisons the human body and will not remain in the body, otherwise, Xiao Heizi will be fine if he eats the flesh of the deceased? So, since the poison does not remain in the body, can Che Song detect the result?

Murong Fei's heart was like fifteen buckets of water, he was very worried that if he couldn't test the results, his sensitivity would come to naught, and the inference that there was no cause of death could only be said to be a guess, and Wu Long would not believe him.

But here is a long road that lasts for five years and involves more than 30 lives, if it is closed because of the failure of the test, wouldn't these more than 30 people become the most unjust ghosts?

Murong Fei suddenly seemed to find a faint street lamp in the fog, this lamp was so weak that it seemed to be nothing, he remembered that the village chief had mentioned that an old man was sent to the hospital last year because of the same disease, so this hospital must have a medical history, and there must be some tests, can these records find some clues?

Thinking of this, he felt a burst of excitement in his heart, and he walked out of the village chief's office alone, came to the reception room, and contacted the village chief.

"Village Chief, I'm Murong Fa Fa Doctor, I remember you said in the morning that an old man was sent to the hospital for treatment last year, right?"

"Yes, it was Luo Hongbing who was sent to the hospital last year."

"Which hospital did Luo Hongbing go to?"

"I remember it was the No. 4 Hospital in the city, yes, it was the No. 4 Hospital in the city, and when his son came back to me for medical insurance reimbursement in September, I asked about it."

"Oh, thank you then."

Murong Fei was anxious, he hoped to get Luo Hongbing's medical records immediately, which would be of great help in analyzing the cause of Luo Hongbing's death, and perhaps also enlighten Da Song's death secret.

However, there are no acquaintances in the city's fourth hospital, and it takes a lot of time to retrieve a medical record, so he suddenly thought of the alumni group in WeChat, and there may be doctors from the city's fourth hospital.

So he clicked on the alumni group and posted a message asking for help: "I am a non-legal doctor from the Criminal Department, and now I urgently need the assistance of doctors from the city's fourth hospital due to work needs." ”

It was really an almighty alumni group, and within ten seconds, a "sad messenger" replied: "I am from the fourth hospital of the city, and I have a private chat." ”

Murong Fei added a "sad messenger" friend and continued to ask for help.

"I want to ask you to help me retrieve a copy of Luo Hongbing's medical records in New Persimmon Village, I don't know if it's convenient?"

"What is it for?"

"I'm at a murder scene, and I urgently need his medical records, as evidence, I'll make up for it later."

"That's no problem, probably when you were admitted to the hospital."

"Last year, last September."

"Okay, you wait for half an hour, I'll do it."

"Thank you very much."

Half an hour of waiting was torturous, and Murong Fei felt like several days had passed in this half hour.

The "sad messenger" is very powerful, just half an hour later, Murong Fei's WeChat received more than a dozen photos from him, which are Luo Hongbing's medical history and test sheets.

Murong Fei didn't even forget to reply "thank you", and began to look at it seriously.

The medical history record is: "...... The patient complains of malaise, lack of energy for two weeks, occasional vomiting and diarrhoea, and physical examination reveals general emaciation and loose skin muscles...... The patient denied eating common poisonous plants such as mushrooms and wild vegetables from unknown sources......"

The hospital's diagnosis was not very clear, and it read: "Food poisoning? Chronic digestive inflammation to be investigated? ”

After Murong Fei read the medical records, he got inspiration from this medical records, in contrast, Luo Hongbing and Da Song both behaved relatively similarly, it is likely that the consumption of poisonous plants caused damage to the body's organs, and a month later, he died of organ failure.

After a long month of digestion and transformation, poisonous plants will definitely not remain in the body, so the little black man will not die after eating the flesh of the corpse.

Murong Fei rearranged his previous thoughts, feeling that this was really a terrible conspiracy, poisoning, and then letting a person die like a sick person after a month would not arouse the suspicion of ordinary people at all, if he wasn't a forensic doctor, how could he think about poisoning?

Murong Fei is most worried about the test on Che Song's side at the moment, and there has been no result until now, even if the test has a result, but the worry is endless, Da Song has hard work to test, Luo Hongbing has medical records to refer to, but what about the other thirty or so old people? Now that only a pile of bones remains, where is there any condition to test for plant poisons?

Murong Fei secretly complained in his heart, as if he had opened a Pandora's box again, and countless mysteries rushed towards him like a sandstorm in the desert.

He thought, since Zhuang Daming has admitted that he is the so-called ghoul, then who is this ogre? Maybe the ogre was the one who threw poisonous plants on these old men?

At present, there are obviously two possibilities, one possibility is that the ogre is Zhuang Daming himself, he is both an ogre and a ghoul, he first poisoned these old people to death, and then went to rip flesh and rob the tomb.

There is also a possibility that Zhuang Daming knew that the ogre was poisoning and killing people behind his back, and he chose to remain silent, because he could hide behind the ogre and rip off the flesh and rob the tomb, just like the upstream and downstream of an industrial chain.