Wu Zhizhi couldn't help but sigh, and looked at Sanpin with disgust: "Is there a mistake, how can you drink when you wrap yourself like this?" Don't you know how to pay more attention to this kind of person? ”

"I kept an eye out, or I wouldn't have found out he had gone to the back door. M." Sanpin said a little aggrieved.

"And what does he look like, do you see him?"

"See."

"What does it look like?" Wu Zhizhi picked up the pen on the table and handed it to him, "You draw me what he looks like." ”

"Ahh Sanpin held the pen and looked at Wu Zhizhi rarely, "Where can I draw?" ”

"Let's just draw it!"

"That'...... I painted. Sanpin ran to the side with the paper, and within five minutes he ran back with the paper, "It's done." ”

Wu Zhizhi looked at the abstract painting on the paper, was silent for a while, and looked at Sanpin with a little hesitation: "Is this person's face crooked?" ”

Sanpin shook his head and anxiously grabbed the drawing paper: "I'll tell you that I don't like to draw!" ”

"Wait a minute, he's a single eyelid?"

"That's right! You can see that, right? Sanpin asked in surprise.

"Well, very vivid." Wu Zhizhi asked again, "What's the matter with his eyebrows?" ”

"It looks like this, the two sides are asymmetrical, one is long and the other is short." Sanpin gestured to his face, "The left eyebrow is missing half of it." ”

"Is it because of the scar?"

"There are no scars, but they are very few, and it feels like half of them are missing."

Wu Zhizhi looked at the painting of Sanpin, then looked at the surveillance video in the bar, and suddenly shouted: "Stop!" Stop! ”

Brother Xing was startled, and quickly clicked the mouse: "You scared me." ”

"What's the pattern on the back of his clothes? Is it an eagle? ”

"Not quite like it, like a parrot." Brother Xing pouted and said.

"Who's going to put a parrot on their body?" Wu Zhizhi shook his head, very disapproving.

"You don't know this, there is a garment factory in Rongcheng, and their clothes have this logo."

"Really?"

"You, if you have nothing to do, you can go to the vegetable market, many old men and old ladies are wearing their clothes, they are cheap and durable."

"Huh? Is this an old man? Wu Zhizhi lay on the computer and looked at it again, "It's not like it." ”

"Of course not necessarily, in fact, the clothes they produce are not originally for the elderly, but young people like to wear famous brands, so only the elderly wear them, but in fact, there are some people with low income levels or who have little pursuit of the brand may also buy and wear it."

"Well, then this person might be poor." Wu Zhizhi held his chin and frowned, looking serious and thoughtful, "It's really strange that you are so poor and come to your black shop to consume!" ”

"How can you say that I am a black shop? Didn't you come too? ”

"I'm here to make money, so I have to come." Wu Zhizhi rolled his eyes again, "Besides, I'm not that poor, I'm just poor occasionally." ”

"Come on, you're just picking."

"Slightly!" Wu Zhizhi grimaced, picked up the portrait of the Sanpin painting and said, "Thank you." Then he strode out of the bar.

As soon as He Sibai walked to the door of the office, the people from the forensic medicine department hurriedly came: "Team He, our director asked you to go to the autopsy room in person." ”

"Did you find anything?" Hursbeth asked.

"You...... You can see it by looking at it. ”

He Sibai knew that Lao Bai of the forensic medicine department was a chronic person, and what he hated most was being urged, if it wasn't for something important, he wouldn't have let people call him in such a hurry.

"Lao Bai, you call me?" Hurthbai pushed the door open and walked into the dissection room.

Lao Bai stood between the two dissecting tables, with gray hair and a pair of tortoiseshell-edged reading glasses. Lao Bai is sixty-one years old, and he reached retirement age last year, but he refuses to accept his old age, and there is no suitable successor in the bureau, so he has to hire him back first, and the advantage is that he is willing to continue to work. There are two corpses side by side on the dissecting table, Kang Fujia on the left, and Xue Hua, Kang Fujia's good brother on the right.

"Come and see." The old white head also said, "Look at what this is?" ”

He Sibai walked to the dissection table and found that whether it was Kang Fujia or Xue Hua, the two of them all seemed to have suffered heavy injuries in their internal organs, as if they had been beaten into internal injuries, He Sibai frowned and said, "Is this someone beaten?" It's too serious. ”

"It's really too serious, the liver and gallbladder are cracked, but the ribs are still intact, I have been a forensic doctor for so many years, and I have only seen it in martial arts."

"This ......," He Sibai hesitated a little, "If it's Zheng Shaolong, is it possible for him to do it?" ”

"It's possible," Lao Bai nodded solemnly, "If he has practiced the Eighteen Palms of Dragon Descending, it should be possible to do it." ”

"Lao Bai." He Sibai was instantly helpless.

Lao Bai got up seriously and said: "Under normal circumstances, it is definitely impossible to do it with manpower alone. ”

"And what are their fatal wounds?" He Sibai asked again.

"Isn't that clear? It's all like this, can there be other causes of death? Lao Bai looked at him, and his expression was like looking at a fool.

He Sibai gently bit his lip and hesitated for a moment: "In that case, Kang Fujia was not killed by a beer bottle, and Xue Hua was not strangled to death." ”

Lao Bai nodded slowly: "They were all killed by the Eighteen Palms of the Descending Dragon." ”

"Lao Bai, don't make a fuss, okay?"

"I didn't mess with you," Lao Bai said slowly, "I'm so old, what's there to mess with you when you're young." ”

"Can you infer what caused this trauma?"

Lao Bai straightened up and knocked on his back and said, "Eighteen Palms of the Descending Dragon, if you ask me now, I can only give you this answer." ”

"Okay." He Sibai was speechless, "Then I have to take a look at your old man, and there are other discoveries." ”

"I'll try my best, you can also ask that Zheng what dragon he is, maybe he will really descend the dragon eighteen palms." The old man muttered silently.

He Sibai walked out of the autopsy room, thinking in his heart that it was absolutely impossible to descend the dragon eighteen palms, but judging from the autopsy, the deceased's death was completely different from what he saw on the surface, which was very likely to be a blame.

Someone wants to kill Kang Fujia and Xue Hua, but blames Zheng Shaolong, who will this person be?

He Sibai dialed Wu Zhizhi's phone easily.

At that time, Wu Zhizhi was also a little at a loss, although she found a suspicious person from the night elf's surveillance video, but there were so many people, how could she find out this person?

There are no names, no clear photographs, only a stick figure of Sanpin's painting that can barely be called a portrait, and it is simply impossible to find a person based on these things.

"Hey, did you disturb your rest?" He Sibai asked on the phone.

"No, I'm out for a walk." Wu Zhizhi was a little absent-mindedly perfunctory.

"Wandering, where are you going?" He Sibai became vigilant, "Shouldn't you have encountered something again, why does the sound sound a little strange?" ”

"What's so strange?" Wu Zhizhi's voice was obviously much lower than usual, but she didn't feel it, and asked He Sibai again, "Why did you suddenly think of calling me again, is there something wrong?" ”

"Oh yes, I want to ask you about something, do you know anyone who is dissatisfied with Zheng Shaolong and Kang Fujia, or has any festivals?"