Chapter 357: Science Is the Most Terrifying
Chen Yang was like a drowning person who grabbed the last straw and rushed towards Feng Ju regardless of everything, with a desperate urgency in his voice:
"Feng Team, Feng Team, please help me."
Feng Ju's eyes were as cold as a poisonous blade, and his eyes swept across Chen Yang's face, as if he was looking at a piece of freshly pulled feces.
His black hands were shining with cold light under the incandescent lamp, and his tone was full of sarcasm:
"I'm not cruel enough, not brainy enough, but have ambitions that far exceed my own abilities."
He paused, his voice suddenly turned cold.
"It's the idiots like you who are the most annoying."
Before he finished speaking, Feng Ju's robotic arm had already clamped Chen Yang's wrist.
The moment the metal and flesh touched each other, Chen Yang took a breath of air conditioning in pain.
Feng Ju's fingers brutally pried open Chen Yang's fingers and pulled out the autopsy report that he had subconsciously clenched and was soaked in sweat.
Feng Ju's eyes swept over the autopsy report quickly, then turned around and left with great strides. Dong Ping followed closely behind and quickly followed.
Li Shang stood there without moving, staring at Feng Ju's shaking mechanical black hand, with irritability and fear mixed in his eyes.
It was not until Feng Ju's back completely disappeared at the end of the corridor that Li Shang frowned and walked quickly towards the morgue.
No matter why Feng Ju wanted to snatch the autopsy report and what abacus was in his heart, the charred corpse that was transported back should not be left behind.
As a professional detective, Li Shang's case-solving rate is as high as 100%, and there have never been any unjust, false and wrong cases.
His secret lies in his almost perverted sensitivity - he can always take a step forward and block all the options that may reverse the case.
He never gave the "murderer" the chance to overturn the case, because all the loopholes have been blocked by him, and the only thing left is the "truth" he gave.
This is Li Shang’s way to solve the case - not to find the truth, but to create the truth.
In his world, the truth never exists objectively, but a perfect work of art created by him.
Since he can accurately convict people, Li Shang can naturally be perfectly relieved from the crime. The truth behind this is consistent and Li Shangye has been integrated.
The air conditioning in the morgue rushed towards him, and Li Shang's hand gently pressed on the door handle.
Then, his eyes swept across the surveillance camera in the middle of the corridor. The gadget seemed to sense his displeasure, and flashed obediently twice, then turned blind.
Pulling open the heavy morgue door, the two bodies lay silently on the cold metal plate.
One of the charred corpses had black skin and flesh. There was indeed a thin cracked knife on the back, and the other corpse had a rough and terrifying stitching line winding around the neck.
"I heard that the Second Prison has already equipped with an incinerator, but the police station is much behind in this regard."
Fortunately, Li Chao was prepared. He had a bottle of corpse-transforming water in his uniform pocket bag all year round. The bottle with a thumb-long body was not marked, and only the cartoon fox etched at the bottom was grinning with a weird smile.
This is a "good product" he bought from the black market, which is much better than the "cleaners" produced by regular manufacturers on the market.
A full 100cc of a corpse is consumed for regular products, and this "fox bottle" only takes 25cc to make a corpse disappear without a trace.
The bottle is compact, amazingly powerful and easy to carry, and it is truly "one bottle is stronger than four bottles".
Li Shang unscrew the bottle cap slowly, and the light green liquid slowly flowed out along the bottle mouth.
The moment the liquid touched the corpse, the burnt smell mixed with a sweet fruity aroma exploded in the morgue, and the flesh immediately rolled out white smoke, as if it was swallowed by invisible flames.
The muscle tissue dissolves and evaporates at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the bones turn into a pool of turbid liquid, and finally seeps into the drainage holes of the morgue cabinet.
The whole process was terriblely quiet, and there was no trace of odor left. The effect was cleaner than the corpse he had seen before, and the evil sacrifice was swallowed by the evil sacrifice.
Li Shang stood in front of the empty morgue, looking at the small pool of water stains at the bottom of the cabinet, and whispered to himself:
"Not I've always thought that science is the most terrifying evil sacrifice!"
When the awkward friction sound of the metal door shaft pierced the silence of the morgue, Li Shangzheng wiped the last bit of residual water stains on the edge of the metal cabinet with a cotton swab.
He kept moving, and he glimpsed the figure who was pushing the door in.
"I am indeed a famous detective in the police station. My interpretation of the evidence is indeed unavailable. The most important corpse is missing. Regardless of whether it is true or false, the autopsy report is just a piece of waste paper."
Feng Ju's voice floated in with the smell of disinfectant water. His eyes swept across the empty morgue and finally fell on Li Shang's hand.
When Li Shang turned around, the cotton swab was broken into powder in his palm. He stared coldly at the rocket and jumped up like a rocket, "replaced" his captain of the same level who served the special commissioner, and his eyes were involuntarily attracted by the latter's mechanical arm.
Li Shang's face was cold and his tone was plain:
"Isn't Team Feng busy checking the [mask] recently? It is said that murders have occurred frequently around the Eighth Middle School in the past two days, and they are all related to the [mask]. Why is Team Feng still free to return to the bureau this morning?"
Feng Ju knew that Li Shang was talking to him. The truth of these murders could be hidden from the general public, but he could not hide it from this detective. After all, the "death list" they were sorted out by the other party.
The subtext of this sentence is - I don’t intubate when you do things for the special commissioner, I do things for the big guys, and you don’t get annoyed at me, so we don’t get into the water of the well.
In the cold light reflected in the morgue cabinet, after staying up for several nights, Feng Ju's face, swollen face, was like a gloomy wax figure, and even his hypocritical smile was sticky:
"Captain Li, don't look at me like a prisoner. I have no ill intentions in coming here. I just came here to express my gratitude."
Li Shang was stunned: "Thank you?"
Feng Ju half-closed his eyes and smiled:
"Yes, Feng Mu got into such a big trouble, and as a father, he has to clean up the mess for him. But I didn't expect that Captain Li is a kind-hearted person and rescued Feng Mu before I did."
Li Shang's pupils shrank slightly.
Feng Ju's smile deepened: "Well, Captain Li doesn't know..."
His voice suddenly lowered: "Is Feng Mu my useless son?"
…….
Feng Mu sat upright on the cold metal chair, and the gray-white cement wall looked even more gloomy under the bleak incandescent light.
He slightly closed his eyes, his long and dense eyelashes cast two shadows on his eyelids, and his breathing was steady and long.
He looked like he was taking a comfortable nap at home.
The small space of the interrogation room seemed to have turned into a state of mind, isolating the outside world from disturbances, and seemed to have become an excellent place for retreat and cultivation.
"It is said that some special places, such as the training laboratories built by large enterprises, or some hidden doors, are beneficial to practicing martial arts. Unfortunately, I cannot enter those places for the time being. But maybe the police station will also be beneficial?"
Feng Mu had a feeling that the magnetic field of the police station was compatible with his nature. Maybe upgrading martial arts here would bring unexpected surprises?
Feng Mu had nothing to do, so he decided to take this opportunity to practice and upgrade his martial arts in the police station.
He has accumulated a lot of skill proficiency recently, a huge amount of 60,000 points, which he has not spent. He is not greedy, so he will retreat for a hundred years first...