Volume 2 The Curse of the Ba People Chapter 86: Scalpel, Yellow Crane Tower
"I'm sorry, Yin Hui, this is just routine. On the one hand, it's the purpose of our group, and on the other hand, I don't want your master to die in such an unclear way." Conan Doyle said soothing words and patted his shoulder: "Besides, didn't we notify you afterwards?"
"Get out of here!" Yin Hun glanced at her, shook his shoulders, and shook off Conan Doyle's hand. Then he walked to the morgue bed, knelt down like a giant, and choked up, "Master, I am unfilial and did not fulfill your last wish. Now that I think about it, I should have been cremated at the beginning to prevent me from being wantonly destroyed by those with ulterior motives." After that, he kowtowed three times on the ground.
Conan Doyle and Huang Helou looked at each other in silence and could only smile bitterly and shake their heads.
They also heard that Yin Hui was just making indirect accusations, saying that the three of them were inhumane. But if they thought about it carefully, if they only considered it from a moral perspective, the three of them were indeed a little inhumane...
After all, they secretly transported Zhao Deshui's remains to the Public Security Bureau without the permission of the victim's family.
Looking at the two people with awkward expressions, Scalpel smiled slightly and decided to put the matter aside for the time being. He walked to Yin Hun and lifted the plastic sheet covering Zhao Deshui.
Zhao Deshui had a peaceful face and a proper appearance, except for an S-shaped wound on his chest, which was slightly turned outward, revealing the tissue in his chest cavity.
"Tell me! What exactly is the matter that brought you here today?" Yin Hui knew that Scalpel must be trying to express something by doing this, so he turned to look at Conan Doyle, trying his best to suppress his fluctuating emotions, and said calmly: "If you don't give me a reasonable explanation, our friendship will really not be able to continue."
"Oh, no!" Conan Doyle waved his hands and said something in English in a hurry: "Mr. Exorcist, I will give you a satisfactory answer, but have you noticed now that Mr. Zhao's body is very...wrong?" Her Chinese was indeed very bad. If Yin Hui had not known her for some time, it would have been a bit difficult for him to recognize her.
"Something's wrong?" Yin Hui looked at the corpse again with a lot of doubts in his mind: "Nothing's wrong?" At this time, he seemed to understand something and frowned: "Conan Doyle, I'm warning you for the last time. Do you think this is fun?"
Conan Doyle had a hard time finding any useful Chinese words, but she knew that if she continued like this, Yin Hui would definitely misunderstand her given his temper. Fortunately, Scalpel spoke up at the right time to save the situation: "It's very simple, you just need to look at the position of the deceased's heart."
Yin Hun stretched out his hand half-believingly and touched it lightly, but found that the place where he pressed immediately deflated. His face changed and he pulled open the wound desperately, only to find that the position of the left atrium was empty, with a large gap left.
"Where is my master's heart?" Yin Hun stared at the scalpel in anger, almost yelling.
This touched Conan Doyle who was standing next to him a little. From the time he met this oriental man until now, he had never seen him so angry. This showed how deep the friendship between him and the old man surnamed Zhao was.
"Don't get angry. Once a person gets angry, it will aggravate the expansion of the alveoli and inhibit breathing..." Scalpel raised his eyebrows, his eyes dimmed: "In fact, when I opened your master's body, I found that his heart was missing."
"Nonsense!" Yin Hun glared at the scalpel angrily, glaring at this weird guy who never showed his emotions: "Do you think I would be as easy to deceive as a three-year-old child? You took the organ, right? Put it back, or don't blame me for making you lie down while you go out!" His five fingers suddenly clenched together, and there was a cracking sound from the joints.
"Yin Hui, it is just as Scalpel said. During the autopsy, we found that Mr. Zhao's heart was not in his chest at all." Conan Doyle explained hurriedly: "It is for this reason that we discovered the abnormality and wanted to find you to understand the real situation. Now it seems that you don't know."
Seeing that Conan Doyle's expression did not seem fake, Yin Hun's expression eased a little. He reached out his hand and carefully felt around Zhao Deshui's body to see if there was anything else unusual.
It makes sense. If this weird guy really wanted to take away his master's organs, he could have simply not told me, and I would never know. What is buried in the cemetery now is just an empty coffin that has been tampered with.
And just now, Conan Doyle was able to tell her, proving that she did not completely ignore her opinion.
"Okay, I got it." Yin Hui raised his hand and covered Zhao Deshui with the plastic sheet again. Leaving it here would be a moral blasphemy to his master. After finishing the task at hand, he took a deep breath and said, "We need to be honest about the whole story of this matter. Who else moved my master's body, and who took away the things in my master's body."
Yin Hun's pronunciation is sonorous and powerful.
"Sir, don't get excited. Excitement will affect the reaction of your brain's nerve center. So, we need to have a calm conversation." Scalpel's language was still so academic: "I now suspect that your master died from another premeditated death, not from the curse in the funeral home incident. It's that simple."
"How is it possible? I saw with my own eyes the infant spirit imprinting the last number on my master's back. Could there be another dark hand that has not yet appeared?" Scalpel's words really caused a huge stir, making Yin Hun terrified.
"I can't be sure, but there is a possibility, and it is very likely," Scalpel said lightly. Just as he was about to put forward his own inference, he was interrupted by Conan Doyle's cough. Scalpel understood what he meant and immediately closed his mouth and said no more.
Yin Hui naturally knew that this was Conan Doyle's trick, so he talked to the real person directly: "Conan Doyle, you should know what I want to ask. Should he say it, or...you say it?"
"Yin Hui, don't be like this." Conan Doyle pondered for a moment and said, "There is a popular saying in China, 'The dead cannot be resurrected.' Please don't let the old man's death put too much pressure on yourself. Besides, I have just touched on this matter and have not reached a final conclusion, so as your friend, I can't tell you something irresponsible. Am I right?"
Yin Hui's eyes moved and he nodded randomly. After her advice, he became much wiser and smiled embarrassedly: "Sorry, I was too impulsive just now."
Seeing that the situation was salvaged, Conan Dawes immediately raised the corners of his mouth. She knew Yin Hui's temper very well. It was precious that he could understand her like this.
"Well, once I get involved in this matter, I will investigate it thoroughly. Do n't worry ! But please abide by the national regulations and don't disclose today's incident to anyone. Otherwise, I really can't predict the consequences." Conan Doyle's voice was solemn, but there was no hint of coercion. This shows how capable this woman is in handling things, and it was not a random decision of the superiors to let her manage this unruly group.
"Well, okay!" Yin Hun nodded listlessly, took a last look at Zhao Deshui, and hurriedly left this place full of secrets .
