When I closed my eyes and learned to sketch the image in my mind again, I was originally focused on the painting on the wall, deliberately diverting my mind from the blurred back, but I didn't expect that the final presentation on the paper was strangely similar to my previous painting of the cliff, like a faint back in the thick and faint shadows, the back of Tong Ziqi.

There are only two differences: one is sitting and one is standing, one is one-armed and the other is able-bodied. What's even weirder is that above her head, I unconsciously drew a pair of eyes as well.

These eyes were more evil than the previous ones, and the corners of the slightly curved eyes seemed to have a dripping smile. It's like ...... Peeping at all this, watching every step go according to its plan, and the people in the bureau have no way of knowing it.

Gao Cheng suddenly pointed to a certain place, "What is this?" He was referring to the pattern of the back scraping, I frowned and couldn't answer for a while, and the picture behind closing my eyes was the feeling, especially although I wanted to restore the painting on the wall with my mind, but the unconscious focus was still on the woman's back, so the pattern on the wall became only outlined, and it was obscured by the human figure, which became more and more difficult to recognize.

I can't rely on Gao Cheng to see anything in this, especially since this painting is still painted by myself, I closed my eyes and said uncertainly: "It feels like two people in front and back, one is sitting and the other is standing in the back, you look at this place, it seems that the person sitting in front of him is stretching out his arm to the side, and the person in the back is holding his arm and shoulder blade." ”

Suddenly, I paused, if this person who was obscured by the figure was facing outward, then it was the left arm stretched out! If it's facing inward, it's the other way around, and a flash of light flashes, I see!

And at this time, Gao Cheng's whisper was also heard in his ears: "Scrape the bones to heal the wounds." ”

"You see that, too?" I asked, surprised. He raised his eyelids, "Do you know which hand Guan Yu was injured?" I pondered for a moment and pointed to my right arm: "It's this one." "I've seen that allusion, and what impressed me the most was the picture, Hua Tuo stood behind Guan Yu, attached to his right arm to scrape his bones to cure poison, but Guan Yu was still talking and laughing.

I pointed to the vague figure and said, "This is Hua Tuo." He moved to the place where the woman's figure was obscured, "This is Guan Yu." I wondered, "Why do you want to paint such a picture on the wall?" "Even if you like ancient paintings, they should be landscape paintings or something, how can you paint such a strange pattern?

Just when I was suspicious, Gao Cheng's denial came from my ears: "It's not Hua Tuo. ”

"Huh?" I was slightly stunned, "Why isn't it Hua Tuo?" Don't you also say that this is a 'bone scraping and poisoning' diagram? ”

"The picture is correct, but this person is not Hua Tuo. The vast majority of people were misled by Luo Guanzhong and exaggerated Hua Tuo's allusion to scraping bones to cure poison, but in fact, Hua Tuo in history did not treat Guan Gong's arrow wounds, and the two did not even have a chance to meet. Because Hua Tuo died in Jian'an for 13 years, and Guan Yu's poisoned arrow was a matter of Jian'an for 24 years, with an interval of 11 years, how can a dead person heal a living person? Guan Yu was indeed poisoned and scraped his bones, but the doctor's name was unknown. When he said this, he touched his chin and looked at the elite: "The idea of this picture has come out." ”

I'm still at a loss, what is my intention?

Gao Cheng didn't sell it, and looked at me calmly: "It's not that you failed to draw the picture, but this picture originally had only one outline." The painter is familiar with this allusion, the doctor can not be Hua Tuo, and Guan Yu's injury may not be his right arm. It's not about people, it's about healing! In ancient times, there was a method of scraping bones to cure poison, and now there is a method of breaking the arm, and the key point is back to Jiang Hongxiu. ”

vaguely understood what he meant, and asked conjecturally: "Are you saying that someone imitates the ancient doctor and wants to help Jiang Hongxiu repair the broken arm?" But as soon as I finished asking, he shook his head and vetoed himself: "No, there is a contradiction here." Then he frowned slightly, calm and thoughtful.

It's rare to see that he seems to have encountered a problem, and I don't bother him anymore, and my eyes go back to the painting. I feel a little embarrassed, he, a person who doesn't know how to paint, relies on his sensitivity to details, and he can see through the painting better than me. If he had studied painting, his current attainments would certainly be extraordinary, but on second thought, it was impossible for him to calm down and paint quietly with his character, so this assumption could not have been true.

There is a specialization in the art industry, and this is really true. Everyone has their place in the world, or if you deviate from it, you may have unpredictable situations. Occasionally, I always think that if Chu Gaocheng uses his magic karma for evil, then who can deal with him? Who can discern the purpose of his actions? Luckily, he likes to hunt and doesn't like to be the prey of a game with a hunter.

Cheetah.

I tasted the word tea again, and a certain heartstring moved, and I couldn't help but look at him quietly. But he just happened to meet his sight, and before I could feel embarrassed, he jumped over to the side and strode away, but after a few steps, he seemed to think of something and turned back, "Follow me." I inexplicably asked, "Where to go?" ”

"Go back to the police." He was succinct and concise.

"Then ...... over here" Before I finished speaking, I saw Xu Jianglun coming quickly, and I heard him shouting from a distance: "The ventilation window in the storage room on the second floor has been pried open, and I will call you." Gao Cheng paused and groaned slightly, "Go up and have a look." ”

I knew he must have thought of something to go back to the police station to investigate, but I had to hold off because of this.

When going upstairs, Xu Jianglun explained: "It was discovered by a colleague of ours, and the air window was very hidden and covered by a locker, and the colleague who had searched for evidence before did not have time to investigate it in detail." The air window is suspected to have half a footprint. ”

Gao Cheng didn't say anything, and walked up the stairs extremely quickly, dropping Xu Jianglun and me several steps. Seeing that Xu Jianglun wanted to speak and stopped, I looked at Gao Cheng's back, and said in a low voice as if he had made up his mind: "Xia Zhu, don't be afraid, I won't let you have anything." After saying that, he sprinted to keep up with Gao Cheng in front, leaving me where I was inexplicable.

By the time I walked into the storage room, there were already quite a few people inside, and Gao Cheng's figure was hidden in front of me. I couldn't go in either, so I could only listen with my ears pricked up, as if I was discussing the half of the footprint and the position of the air window. When people let go and saw the so-called air window, they couldn't help but be stunned, the square diameter is more than 20 centimeters, can people drill through?

Xu Jianglun volunteered to do the test, he barely stretched his head out, but his body couldn't get through. I found a small criminal police officer to test, and the same head can pass, but the body is limited by bones.

Gao Cheng looked at me and beckoned: "Come here." When I got to him, I saw him pointing to the air window and said, "Try it, can you get there?" "I glared at him, what are you kidding? Even though I wasn't as muscular as their men, I wasn't petite enough to get out of the twenty-centimeter square. But Gao Cheng wasn't joking, he pushed me down there, and whispered: "It's okay, just try it and see the probability." ”

The head was easily drilled, the shoulder was stuck, and I tried to change the angle, but I still couldn't pass, and it was three or four centimeters worse. But I don't know which string was plucked, as if I had a similar experience, I shrunk my shoulders, the distance was reduced by two centimeters, and then my shoulders were tightened to reach a range that is impossible for the human body to be soft and soft, and I really drilled out like a fish.

When I took a breath and retracted back into the room, there was silence all around, all staring at me.

Only Gao Cheng smiled: "It turns out that it is not a matter of probability, it is a relationship of whether there is such ability." Oh, Team Zhang, the evidence is insufficient, dismiss it. With that, he pulled me through the crowd and swaggered out the door, his eyes following closely behind him, a bit like a man's back. I glanced at Gao Cheng beside me, the flames between him and Zhang Ji seemed to be burning more and more, but there was no color on his face. As if he knew my thoughts, he whispered, "It's not about people." ”

Raised eyebrows, smiled and nodded in response. When she arrived downstairs, Forensic Doctor Chen came up from the basement, and Gao Cheng raised his hand and beckoned to her: "You, come back to the police station with us first." ”

Chen was still in a state of work, and was a little stunned when he was suddenly named by Gao Cheng, but after looking up at the second floor, he responded: "Okay." "I glanced back and saw Zhang Ji standing at the mast on the second floor, apparently agreeing to Chen's inquiry.

When I returned to the police station, Gao Cheng asked to enter the morgue directly, and with the previous experience, I was not so afraid to walk in again. The pungent smell in the space was still uncomfortable, but the other two looked as if they couldn't smell it, and they didn't frown at all.

Not knowing what Gao Cheng was looking at, forensic doctor Chen pulled the white cloth from the two corpses, and he stopped in front of the male corpse for a moment, carefully observing the severed arm, and then went around to Tong Ziqi's remains and never moved. The shrewd black eyes kept staring at the charred remains, and he roughly knew that his mind must be running at this time.

"What is the survival rate of cancer cells under high-temperature incineration?" Gao Cheng asked suddenly.

Chen Wenyan was stunned and replied seriously: "Zero." The upper limit of the heat tolerance of human cells is 43 degrees Celsius, and temperatures above 43 degrees Celsius can cause cells in the body to begin to die, so medicine has begun to use this heat therapy to stifle cancer cells. If it is incinerated for a long time, not only the cancer cells, but also the cells and tissues will die. ”

Gao Cheng lowered his eyes and whispered: "Then there is no way, you can only take the cumbersome way." ”<