Bisheng was loved by Hao Ju, saying that he was not only a fierce general, but also a lucky general, and the cases he took over could be solved nine times out of ten. So every time he encounters a major difficult case, the first thing that comes to Hao Ju's mind is this Yang team.

"Who else? Goldfinger. Yang Mu lit a cigarette and walked towards the 18 buildings with familiarity.

Hearing this, Zhang Yu smiled: "Team Yang, you are writing martial arts, and the golden fingers have come out." ”

Yang Mu turned his head and scolded: "Laughing fart, how can you rookie Danzi know about the older generation." ”

Zhang Yu, who was scolded, scratched his head embarrassedly and didn't dare to ask again, but his eyes were full of intense curiosity.

"Goldfinger, his name is Ling Feng, he graduated from the School of Forensic Medicine, and he was assigned to the provincial bureau in the same year as me, but I am in the criminal police team, he is in the forensic department, and we often study cases together. Do you know where my detective nickname came about? Yang Mu asked.

Zhang Yu shook his head fiercely, how did he know that he had never even heard the name Ling Feng.

"I can often solve big cases, thanks to Ling Feng's superb anatomy and accurate analysis of the scars, as long as it is the corpse in his hands, it can provide us with the most favorable detection direction and clues, and over time, we will call him the golden finger." When Yang Mu talked about this past, there was a trace of reminiscence in his elite eyes.

"So powerful? What now? Transferred? Zhang Yu invisibly had a kind of reverence for this goldfinger predecessor he had never met.

Later, during the investigation of a major case...... Yang Mu, who suddenly came to his senses, glanced at Zhang Yu: "What am I telling you to do this, wait to meet Goldfinger, be polite, don't ask questions." ”

"Yes!" failed to listen to the stories of the heroes, and Zhang Yu could only be speechless. In his mind, could it be that this golden finger was injured? Disabled? Recuperating at home? But no, forensic doctors are all behind-the-scenes workers, and they don't deal with criminals on the front line, so they shouldn't get hurt......

After the two entered the second unit on the 18th floor, Yang Mu went straight to the fifth floor and stopped outside an iron door on the left. After deliberately tidying up his clothes, he raised his hand and knocked on the iron door.

Seeing that his captain was so cautious, Zhang Yu couldn't help but hurriedly put on the police mao, buckled the collar button, stood up straight and waited for the door to be opened.

After Yang Mu knocked on the door three times, he stopped and waited for the people in the house to open the door. But five minutes passed, and there was no sign of the door opening. He knocked three more times, but no one opened the door.

"Is it that the senior of the golden finger is not at home?" Zhang Yu asked in a low voice.

Yang Mu touched his chin, bowed his head slightly and thought for a while, then suddenly changed his normal behavior, and slammed at the iron door, and then scolded: "Fengzi, I know you are inside, hurry up and open the door,

Give you 3 minutes, and if you don't open the door again, Lao Tzu will unload your door. ”

Yang Mu's sudden scolding really startled Zhang Yu. Along the way, Yang Mu was jealous of this goldfinger senior, and he also saw the respect for goldfinger in his heart, and even he was infected with this reverence.

Now Yang Mu's sudden change made him completely confused: "Team Yang, it can't be that people are really not at home, right?" ”

Yang Mu glared at Zhang Yu: "Bullshit, I don't know about his crooked intestines?" After saying that, he turned to look at the closed iron door: "Ling Feng, whether you are dead or alive, you will speak." ”

At this moment, a weak voice came from inside the door: "Under the insole." The voice was very soft and floating, not at all like the sound of a normal person's spirit.

Hearing the voice, the two people outside the door had completely two expressions:

Yang Mu is face was satisfied, he judged correctly, Ling Feng was really at home.

Zhang Yu was surprised, he didn't expect that this goldfinger senior was really at home, and he was still scolded.

Yang Mu bent down and took out a key from under the insoles in front of the door and opened the closed iron door.

At the moment when the iron door was opened, both of them covered their noses in unison.

The room was dim, and there was a strong smell of smelly wine that seemed to be vomited, almost spitting Yang Mu and Zhang Yu.

Even an iron man like Yang Mu, who can't drink alcohol, can't help but be infected by the smell of such a spoiled wine, and tightly covers his nose. Zhang Yu suffered, he usually doesn't drink much, but he was smoked by this smell, and hurriedly bent over and vomited, and even vomited stomach acid.

"Ahem...... What does it smell like? Zhang Yu asked with a white face.

"Musty smell." Yang Mu fanned the smell of the tip of his nose with his hand, and stepped into the threshold with his feet.

Zhang Yu hurriedly wiped the corners of his mouth and followed in with a sigh of relief.

The light from outside the door could see many empty bottles lying on the floor of the room, each covered with a thick layer of ash.

Yang Mu and Zhang Yu stepped between the gaps of the empty wine bottles with their feet, and if they were not careful, they would slip because they stepped on the wine bottles.

Yang Mu stood in the center of the living room and glanced at it, then shouted, "Fengzi, where are you?" ”

"Here!" From behind the couch came the still-limp voice.

Yang Mu said to Zhang Yu behind him: "Go and open the curtains." He walked straight to the back of the couch.

"Shhhh As the curtains opened, the entire living room was suddenly illuminated, and a thick layer of dust filled the entire living room.

"Ahem!"

"Ahem...... Ahem......"

Yang Mu and Zhang Yu coughed violently one after another.

At the same time, he also saw the person curled up on the ground behind the sofa - Ling Feng!

Zhang Yu couldn't help but deliberately bend down and look at the legendary "golden finger" curiously.

It's a pity that the "golden finger" in front of him shrank motionlessly, his face was buried in his elbow, he couldn't see his appearance clearly, the whole person was dry and thin, the clothes on his body were so dirty that he couldn't see what color they were, and a burst of sour smell emanated from him, so that Zhang Yu didn't dare to cover his nose, so he had to quickly stop his face.

Yang Mu gently kicked Ling Feng on the ground with his foot: "Hey, how long are you going to toss?" ”

Ling Feng moved slightly: "Give me wine." ”

"I don't want wine, but I want cigarettes." Yang Mu replied.

Ling Feng slowly raised one arm and stretched out two thin fingers like chicken claws.

Yang Mu took out a cigarette, lit it, and placed it in the middle of Ling Feng's two fingers like chicken feet.

After Ling Feng clamped the cigarette, he revealed his face buried in his elbow.

Zhang Yu, who happened to turn around, couldn't help but be startled when he saw Ling Feng's face.

Is this the cheat finger? An unkempt face, black, half obscured by a large pile of disorganized beards, the only thing that could be seen clearly was the black and white eyes, which were lifeless as dead fish.