Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

Huangshan Village in the night is cold and gloomy, and the ghost energy has not been completely eliminated. However, because of the existence of auspicious energy, the remaining ghost energy can no longer affect ordinary people.

In addition, a vicious murder just happened here, so this originally deserted mountain village was a brightly lit scene at this time.

The sirs from the Kowloon Police Station were very serious and active in their work because of their colleagues who were killed and injured. They were working hard to investigate clues, and were only thinking about what to do to solve this case.

However, the sirs at the New Territories Police Station were afraid and nervous, each of them was timid, as if they were afraid of something.

After all, it is Huangshan Village, and after all, it is under the jurisdiction of the New Territories Police Station. These sirs who work in the New Territories Police Station have more or less heard of this place.

Seeing so many corpses again at this time, it is inevitable that we will be timid. After all, everyone is just ordinary people, and few people are so brave that they are not even afraid of ghosts!

In this place, the only person who is not afraid of evil spirits but is looking forward to evil spirits committing crimes is a group of journalists and paparazzi surrounding them here.

They were like flies, waiting here, always looking forward to the explosive news from the Sirs and waiting to taste this feast.

"Supervisor Hou, what's the situation?"

In a deserted house, Superintendent Hou, wearing a mask and surgical gown, was carefully inspecting the body in front of him.

Although he knew the cause of death of these corpses very well, the procedures that should be taken must be taken must be issued. Each corpse must be reported by their forensic department to explain the cause of death in detail.

At this time, except for the Forensic Medical Department who needed to avoid suspicion, everyone else was on the scene, busy and orderly checking the cause of death of the corpses.

There are hundreds of corpses, but in fact most of them have turned into dead bones. Only a few corpses have not completely rotted into white bones, but there are only a few muscles hanging on the skeleton.

As for those who are intact, there is nothing else except Weizai.

"It can be roughly determined by the anal temperature. The death time was around 2 o'clock in the afternoon. There were no obvious death scars on the body, and no lethal poison was found in the stomach. As of now, it seems that the cause of death cannot be determined, and further dissection and investigation are needed!"

Hearing Manager Hou's words, the blond and blue-eyed A Sir frowned. He was very dissatisfied with Manager Hou's answer, and his tone of speaking became stiff.

"Supervisor Hou, what you mean..."

Hearing the other party's tone, Director Hou frowned, stood up, took off the latex gloves on his hand, and threw them into the waste bag. While rubbing his hands, he said casually:

"That means that this person died at two o'clock. It is impossible to determine whether it was suicide, homicide, or accidental death at all, but I personally prefer accidental death!"

When the Sir heard this, he felt even more dissatisfied. Looking at the Manager Hou who was wearing a mask in front of him, who could not hide his contempt and said in a deep voice:

"Supervisor Hou, I believe that Officer Mo will never commit suicide or die unexpectedly. I hope you can speak more carefully and not let down the glory given to you by the Queen!"

"The glory given to me by the Queen?"

Hearing this, Director Hou almost laughed out loud. He turned his head and looked at the blonde A Sir, shook his head and shrugged his shoulders, and said disdainfully:

"He is your queen, not my queen, I am not a royal policeman, I am only responsible for the truth!"

As he said that, Manager Hou ignored the ghost man beside him and walked out of the deserted house with a swagger.

"Guys, it's time to finish get off work!"

With a loud shout, forensic doctors in white coats leaned out in the deserted houses beside them and looked at their supervisor curiously.

"What are you doing when you are standing there? Don't you want to go home?"

Manager Hou yelled loudly while taking off his white coat.

"I will issue a detailed report on the cause of Officer Miao's death and submit it to your police department. If you want me to help with the false accusation, then I can't help you!"

When the other forensics heard the supervisor's words, they immediately became indignant. Which person who is engaged in forensics does not hold the ambition to speak for the living and the right of the dead?

make money?

The salary of forensic departments is so tiny, what money can you make?

For power?

If you have to endure the entire supervisor, there are only a hundred people in charge, including those who can't breathe. What right do you need?

It would be even more nonsense to talk about fame!

The police are famous for their promotions. Doctors can make money. Forensics are famous. Is it possible to examine two more bodies?

Isn't it for the little ambition in my heart?

Now, you will take away the last revenge in our hearts. It is purely because you have too many people!

One of the forensic doctors present calculated the other ones and walked out one after another. While walking, they took off their white coats and followed Manager Hou, and they actually walked out of the momentum of being full of wind.

"Mr. Forensic, is there a police officer present hinting that you have forged the cause of Officer Miao's death?"

"Hello, who is Ah Sir who threatened you to forge the cause of Officer Mo's death? Is it the Director of the Police?"

"Can you be responsible for what you said? Is there really someone in the police who is suggesting that you forged the cause of Officer Mo's death? Is it because you directed and acted by yourself in order to become famous?"

The reporters and paparazzi present, like dogs seeing fresh rice fields, surrounded them eagerly, and the flashing lights kept flashing, and questions were thrown out one after another.

Various problems came over like machine guns, but Manager Hou seemed to be invisible and led a group of forensic doctors to leave the scene without looking back.

When I was a Royal Policeman, you bullied me. Now I am not a Royal Policeman. You still want to bully me. Do you think my position was quit for nothing?

At this time, Director Hou was extremely energetic, as if he had regained the style of the big water-throat who would rather break than bend back!

"Fake!"

In the deserted house, the blond and blue-eyed Asir looked at the figure of Director Hou leaving, and he didn't even dare to take a step on the door. He knew that once he stepped out of the door and was taken by a reporter, he would be finished!

What this blonde and blue-eyed A Sir didn't notice was that the group of guys outside the door who were searching for clues looked at the deserted house, with endless indignation.

Their colleague died, no matter what the reason was, he was given a clear innocence, which was the minimum respect.

However, they not only did not see a kind of respect in the blonde and blue-eyed Ah Sir, but instead saw that he wanted to use the death of his colleagues to seek selfish interests for himself. They could not help but be angry.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the mountain village became depressed again. Over the sky above their heads, Wang Xuebin sat by the lake in the mirror world, roasting the whole sheep while observing the movements of the people in the mountain village.

"Is Island Daily? If I remember correctly, this should be the company where Cissy is located, and it's yin... Haha... I'm very brave..."