Mr. Jiang took a deep breath and smiled: "Okay, we are almost done talking. You go down first. I will call you later if I need anything."
The policemen and policemen in Zhaoheng City all responded quickly, no matter what the mood of Mr. Jiang from Linzi was, they smeared the soles of his feet with oil and left in a hurry.
This scene in the morgue cannot be watched anymore. The nightmares are not enough!
Master Jiang calmed down, then calmly turned around and walked towards the morgue.
"What do you need help with?" he asked with a smile.
"Take this large intestine." Lin Youxie was busy without raising his head.
Master Jiang is certainly fearless.
Along the way, he killed decisively, and there were countless dead souls under his hands. There were also countless ferocious beasts and sea tribesmen killed.
There are too many broken limbs and remains.
Just a dead body, just a section...
He looked at it calmly.
"Uh, that."
Master Jiang finally asked: "Are there any gloves?"
He could wrap his palms with Dogen, but it always felt strange. After all, this Dao Yuan usually lives in Tongtian Palace...
"Oh, yes." Lin Youxie casually took out a pair of gloves and handed them over. His other hand was still in Huang Yixing's abdomen. He tilted his head and frowned as he looked inside...
Jiang Wang took the translucent gloves and quickly put them on.
The tentacles are slightly cool and somewhat closed and suffocating, but they are very light and thin and do not affect the movements of the five fingers at all.
He stretched out his hand...
Hold the piece of large intestine. His movements were so gentle, as if he were holding a rare treasure.
"Raise it higher." Lin Youxie commanded.
Jiang Wang raised his head silently.
"Look at this lung." Lin Youxie held something in his hand and brought it to Jiang Wang.
Senior Qingpai Master Jiang said without changing his expression: "What's wrong with this lung?"
"Look at these bright spots at the hilar edges."
Jiang Wang then calmed down and looked at it: "Jin Yuan?"
Lin Youxie said: "The lungs belong to gold. The remaining gold energy in Huang Yixing's lungs is so sharp and fierce. He is definitely not the cowardly person who is greedy for life and afraid of death as rumored."
"Of course he is not cowardly. How could he be cowardly if he dared to take risks in front of the fierce butchers and earned the position of governor?" Jiang Wang had some vague thoughts, but failed to catch them immediately. He only said to Huang Yixing: "It's just that For him, bowing his head in front of power is a matter of course and is not a shame."
Lin Youxie glanced at him in surprise, as if he didn't expect that he knew Huang Yixing so well.
Jiang Wang said calmly: "After the Battle of Qiyang, I intend to compete for the position of Zhenfu Envoy. I have studied them all."
Lin Youxie nodded nonchalantly, put the lung back to its original position, and fiddled with it for a while.
"Hold your chest."
Lord Jiang had no expression on his face and did as he was told.
There was a thin light on Lin Youxie's fingertips. She quickly traced her fingers on Huang Yixing's left forearm and right thigh, and then inserted her fingers into the wound, as if feeling something in the texture of the muscles.
After a while, I took my finger out.
"Help me sort it out," she said.
Jiang Wang looked at the various organs mixed together and couldn't help but ask: "How to sort them?"
"Get them back in their rightful place."
Lin Youxie said casually, then took out a small wooden box, placed it next to Huang Yixing's body, and opened it. Inside are all kinds of small tools, including knives, awls, scissors, hooks... everything.
I don’t know what they are used for.
Jiang Wang didn't really want to know.
Wearing translucent gloves, he expressionlessly arranged the organs in front of him, heart, liver, spleen, lungs, stomach...
The corners of his eyes twitched unconsciously.
Although he was never merciless when dealing with his enemies, he had no interest in studying other people's corpses. This is really the first time.
But the dignified Fourth Rank Qingpai must not show its timidity at this time.
Especially he couldn't show his timidity in front of a woman like Lin Youxie.
So he still completed the task well.
Lin Youxie was doing his own thing in an orderly manner, with a calm expression and indifferent eyes. It seems like a cook cooking, something that is repeated every day and is an ordinary thing.
Jiang Wang watched her use each small tool to study Huang Yixing's body with great concentration...
I couldn't help but said without saying anything: "This pair of gloves of yours is quite good. Can I get them from the inspection office?"
"Oh, gloves, I made them myself." Lin Youxie said casually: "These are corpse film gloves."
Jiang Wang suddenly had a bad premonition.
Lin Youxie has continued: "A corpse is composed of countless clues. There is a wonderful tacit understanding between them, which can often point to the answer to the question. But any external things may affect this tacit understanding, and even It breaks. The Shroud Gloves isolate that effect."
She paused and said: "This glove has carrion as the root, dead air as the branches, is refined with corpse oil, and is sacrificed with secret techniques. It naturally fits the corpse and can be blended in without affecting the corpse itself."
Jiang Wang didn't want to talk at all.
He only felt the touch from his fingers, so slippery and disgusting.
But he couldn't take off the gloves right away, otherwise, how could he, Jiang, have the nerve to hold his head high in front of Lin?
One word, "endurance"!
He began to recite the true meaning of fireworks burning the city in his mind.
It's such a long time!
After struggling for another half an hour, Lin Youxie started to collect the tools.
"Next let's go to the place where he fell to death." She said casually.
"Okay." Jiang Wang's voice was calm, and he slowly took off his gloves and put them on the stage: "Return your gloves to you."
"Thank you." He said politely.
"You're welcome."
Lin Youxie put the small wooden box away and began to decorate Huang Yixing's remains.
She also has a full set of tools for retouching her face. It is a small cloth bag, and there are various tools spread out, including silver thread, fine pens, and ox-hair needles...
She groomed her face very seriously, almost as if she was grooming her own face.
Seemingly aware of Jiang Wang's doubts, she explained casually: "Because I messed up the clues, so I should restore it. In this way, if I can't find anything in the end... I may be limited by my abilities, or I may die suddenly. If it is lost, then the next catcher who takes over the case can continue to pursue it."
This was said really calmly.
It's also natural.
It's as if she was born to investigate cases, and she herself is a certain link in the case. Just like the tools she carries with her, they have a fixed function and can be replaced at any time.
"Do you need my help?" Jiang Wang asked consciously.
"No need, this is a delicate job." Lin Youxie said.
Jiang Wang was not angry at being underestimated, but was relieved.
"Okay." Jiang Wang said, "I'll go outside and take a look first."
Lin Youxie did not raise his head: "Please do it."
Jiang Wang walked out of the morgue with a calm face. Outside was the street submerged in the night.
Zhaoheng City is silent tonight.
Although Mr. Jiang wanted to yell a few times.
The water surged quickly between my fingers, and I washed my hands several times inside and out.
He dispersed the condensed water of Dao Yuan far away, and then circulated a few strands of wind, blowing his hands back and forth, and he finally eliminated the discomfort.
Among the words Lin Youxie just said, the one that impressed him the most was
"A body is made of clues."
This is an unusually cold statement.
Jiang Wang couldn't help but wonder, in this woman's eyes, are there really no flesh and blood organs?
What kind of person is Mingzuo Lin Kuang? Would he allow his daughter to develop such an understanding of the world?
