[The book continues from the above, and the last book said that the old Li Shi of the Immortal Dao received a secret report from his companion and learned that Mu Qingming had gone to the ghost market on Happy Horse Mountain again, lest the other party find the Nine-Fingered Trickster and destroy their actions and plans this time, so he decided to send someone to kill the Nine Fingers. I never thought that Mu Qingming would find the Nine Fingers one step ahead of them, and asked that if this madness was not congenital, it could be cured, but it needed human brain and human gallbladder as medicine. led out Zhao Liang to re-investigate the scorched corpse, and found that the scorched corpse was indeed as the forensic doctor said, and the scorched corpse had no human gall. Through forensic analysis of the murderer's method of obtaining guts, the scope of the search for the murderer is narrowed. Mu Qingming asked some useful information from the mouth of the nine-fingered trickster on Happy Horse Mountain. I never thought that the Immortal Dao killer would also arrive in time, assassinate the Nine Fingers in the ghost market at a critical moment, and kill the Nine Fingers Trickster in time. 】

The headlights in the morgue illuminate every corner of the house. The charred corpse that was dug up in the Bada River during the day was lying quietly on the morgue in the middle of the room at this moment.

A forensic doctor in his early forties, with hair oiled and his hair was oily and slippery, stood by the mortuary with white gloves and a mask, and after Zhao Liang strode in with Old Master Li, the middle-aged forensic doctor hurriedly beckoned to Zhao Liang, pointed to the right rib of the charred corpse and said urgently: "Inspector Zhao, come and see here." ”。

This person's name is Liu Yang, and he was the only forensic doctor in the Provincial Police Department and the only forensic doctor in the entire Yunnan Province at that time. I used to study in Germany, specializing in the art of death and injury. After returning to China, he was recruited to the provincial department for a special autopsy.

Zhao Liang walked over and looked at his fingers, but apart from a piece of charred flesh, he didn't see anything special.

It wasn't until the forensic doctor Liu Yang picked up a pair of toothless tweezers and surgical scissors, and after a careful fiddle on the right rib of the corpse, a small thin opening appeared under the charred and shrunken flesh.

Through the wound, some organs in Jiao's corpse can be faintly seen.

Zhao Liang was slightly stunned, and once again looked at the small wound that was not more than half an inch long, but it was very deep, and slowly asked: "Old Master Liu, should it be a human gall under this wound?" ”。

The electric light hanging from the roof flickered a few times in the night breeze that hung into the house from outside the door, and the lights in the room swayed with it.

"Hmm." Liu Yang tilted his head a little heavier, and said: "I once poked out a finger and groped along the wound into the body of the deceased at the first time I found the wound, but for this reason, I felt the gallbladder in the gallbladder socket under the right lobe of the liver of the deceased. And judging from the shape and size of the wound, this technique is very similar to that of a pig cutter who castrated a pig and chicken. ”。

After Liu Yang put down the tool in his hand for a moment, he said: "This wound is the same as the pig and chicken that was cut, it was first opened a thin opening, and then the whole person was hooked out of the deceased's body with the special tools of the pig man. ”。

"People are not very brave, so this length and size of the wound can be easily taken out, the key is that it is not easy to have a large area of bleeding, leaving too much evidence for our police." Saying that, Liu Yang walked behind the scorched corpse's head again, and then said: "And there is no soot attached to the charcoal in the deceased's mouth and nose, which means that the deceased was indeed killed by someone alive first, and then incinerated it." ”。

Zhao Liang was shocked when he heard this, and a wave of anger rose in his chest, driving him to clench his fists involuntarily.

"So, maybe the perpetrator was a pig-splitter?" After a long time, Zhao Liang, who had calmed down the anger in his chest, hurriedly asked.

"It's not possible, it's certain. The pig-splitter's method is very special, and only they can do it, even if we forensic doctors or foreign doctors can't. Old Master Liu Yang shook his head slightly, and said softly: "It is impossible for ordinary people, so if you go to the pig man to find the murderer, the direction will definitely not be wrong." ”。

As soon as these words came out, although the old Li Shi who followed behind Zhao Liang was as pale as usual, his heart was indeed pounding.

He never expected that the forensic doctor would be able to lock on to the target so quickly and narrow down the search area.

Then he put on a deep look, pretending to be thinking about the case, but in fact, he quickly combed through his plan from beginning to end in his mind.

In a flash of light, after Lao Li Shi thought that he had never had contact with the murderer at all, a hanging heart fell to the ground. What's more, the killer of the Immortal Dao has already hit the road, and after killing the Nine Fingers, the clues of Mu Qingming and Zhao Liang are also broken.

No matter how bad it is, it doesn't hurt to kill the executor of this plan, and it won't implicate himself anyway.

Thinking of this, there was a trace of pride in Old Master Li's eyes.

"Old Master Li." At the same time, Zhao Liang suddenly turned around, stared at him who was bowing his head slightly, and asked slowly, "What do you think?" ”。

"That's right." Lao Li Shi pretended to be relieved again, slowly raised his head to look at Zhao Liang and frowned slightly, and said thoughtfully: "I think according to what Lao Liu said, this murderer should be a pig plowing master." We all know that the general pig ploughing man's technique is not sharp, or unskilled may lead to excessive wounds and excessive bleeding of pigs and chickens to death. But this person can take away the gall of the dead with such a slight wound, maybe he is a pig plowing master. ”。

He didn't want to say it, but since Zhao Liang asked, he was an old policeman with rich experience in the police department, and it seemed very unnatural if he didn't say something, so he had to say something so far.

"Hmm." Zhao Liang bowed his head slightly, and after thinking for a while, he said in a deep voice: "Inform the brothers, and investigate those pig plowers who have madness at home, especially those who are very clever in pig plowing techniques. ”。

"Okay." Old Master Li answered, and was about to turn around and leave.

Zhao Liang, who suddenly thought of something, hurriedly stopped Lao Li Shi, and said in a deep voice: "The murderer was able to take human gall while the deceased was alive, and the deceased was craniopsied, which shows that the place where he committed the murder must be very remote." At least it's not a lively place where people come and go, and after finding a pig cutter with crazy relatives and friends at home, first give priority to these people who live in remote places inside and outside the city. ”......

On Happy Horse Mountain, the night breeze was a little cooler, and after the nine-fingered trickster finished saying that, he immediately raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.

Mo Han's imagination caused her to be only slightly stunned, and then a pot of boiling gruel appeared in her mind, with a bloody human brain floating in her mind, and a human gall floating up and down in the churning gruel, followed by the Adam's apple moving and retching a few times.

Mu Qingming hurriedly raised his hand, first patted Mo Han's back a few times, and then gently stroked Mo Han's back a few times from top to bottom, so that Mo Han, who was retching out of his saliva but still itching in his throat, was comfortable.

"It's so perverted!" Mo Han glared at the nine-fingered trickster and shouted, then scolded: "How do you know such a perverted recipe?" ”。

"How can my wife say that?" The nine-fingered divine doctor shook the folding fan in his hand a few times without fear, and said leisurely with an indifferent face: "And the old man only prescribes prescriptions to ensure that the prescription medicine is eliminated, and the old man doesn't care about the rest." ”。

His appearance of hanging high that has nothing to do with himself makes Mo Han more and more angry the more he looks at it.

When Mu Qingming's eyes showed anger, he hurriedly whispered in her ear: "Let's ask for clues first, and it's not too late for you to clean him up." ”。

Then he turned his head to look at the nine-fingered trickster, and after sinking his face, he asked sharply, "Then have you ever sold this recipe to anyone else recently?" ”。

When the nine-fingered trickster heard this, he turned a blind eye to Mu Qingming's gloomy face, and stretched out his hand again without being frightened, looking at Mu Qingming with a smile and a word.

"Say it first, I'm giving you money." Mu Qingming took out a piece of ocean, but he didn't rush to hand it to the other party, but stared at the nine-fingered trickster with his eyebrows upside down.

He was also angry, he was also angry, especially the indifferent look of the nine-fingered trickster, which made him want to immediately step forward and give the man a few loud slaps.

But he had to restrain his anger, and he also restrained the restless demonic energy that his anger provoked. Otherwise, this Happy Horse Mountain might be razed to the ground by him, and even Mo Han would not be able to survive.

The nine-fingered trickster looked at him with a gloomy face, then moved his gaze down a few points to look at the silver dollar he was holding tightly in his hand, and after a little thought, he put away his smile and said coldly: "Don't say anything if you don't see the money." ”。

Under the night wind, the pines and cypresses rattled one after another.

Mu Qingming didn't speak again, just stared at the eyes of the nine-fingered trickster, and burst out two cold rays; At the same time, the robes are inspiring, and the hunt is ringing. The body emitted a murderous aura that was colder than the night wind, drifting in all directions, instantly causing the surrounding air to freeze and the temperature plummeted.

For a moment, the nine-fingered trickster suddenly felt that he could not breathe.

In just a moment, the Nine-Fingered Trickster's mouth opened slightly, his eyes opened under his raised eyebrows, and his nostrils slowly widened; After another moment, he asked Mu Qing in a daze, "You are not human?" ”。

This was just his speculation, after all, it was impossible for a normal person to exude such a fierce murderous aura. But it also attracted the people in black who maintained the continuity in the ghost market.

They stood casually not far from the Nine-Fingered Trickster booth, staring closely at Mu Qingming's every move.

Mu Qingming glanced at the black-clothed people not far away, and after pouting and sneering fearlessly, Mu Qingming said in a deep voice: "This is not what I want to hear. ”。 The cold glint in his eyes then became a little stronger.

"Yes, yes, yes." The panicked nine-fingered trickster nodded again and again, and replied intermittently in a trembling voice: "About half a month of money, one night, a five-year-old and three-thick pig cutter came to me......."

When Mu Qingming heard this, he immediately retracted his murderous aura and asked in a cold voice, "How do you know that it is a pig man?" ”。

As Mu Qingming collected his murderous aura, most of the black-clothed people dispersed, leaving only the two people not far from him to continue to watch his every move.

"Those who do our business want to be looked at and smell, and they must have an excellent sense of smell, my nose is not bad, and when he handed over the money, I smelled a faint smell of pig and chicken blood on the fingertips of my hands." The Nine-Fingered Trickster hurriedly said, "It is impossible for an ordinary butcher to have two or more kinds of animal blood on his hands, only those who often plow pigs and chickens can do so. ”。

Mu Qingming thought about it for a while when he heard this, and after thinking that it was reasonable, he bowed his head slightly, and motioned for the nine-fingered trickster to continue.

"The man told me that there was a female in his family who was crazy, and there was a self-proclaimed ......" Before he finished speaking, a faint cold light flashed from the darkness behind Mu Qingming, brushing Mu Qingming's side towards the neck of the nine-fingered trickster.

In an instant, the Nine-Fingered Trickster suddenly stopped, opened his mouth slightly and glared at him without making a sound, just like that, maintaining this posture and demeanor, and sitting behind his stall.

"What does it look like?" Mu Qingming waited for a moment and asked.

The Nine-Fingered Trickster still didn't say a word, just stunned.

Mu Qingming's heart tightened, a trace of coolness passed, and he shouted: "It's not good, there are assassins!" ”。

What is the unfinished words of the nine-fingered trickster who fell to the ground? And how did the Assassin kill the Nine-Fingered Trickster? Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.