"Do you really accept all cases here?"
A middle-aged man looked at Pan Ming with a restrained expression. At this moment, he was holding a cup and saucer in his hand and nodded silently, with an elegant attitude that he would not care if the sky fell.
Beside him, Mi Gao, who has been transferred to a Dragon Vein Warlock, is full of vigor and looks like a young man, not a grown-up. At first glance, he feels very reliable.
"Of course, we accept any legal entrustment, including but not limited to solving strange incidents involving extraordinary power." Pan Ming smiled.
As soon as the new sign was put up, it was indeed a good sign that customers came to the door.
Of course, it also reflects that the negative impact of the spiritual tide's resurgence is becoming more and more serious.
Behind the client, the blonde witch was fiddling with her hair boredly. As long as she didn't want to, ordinary people couldn't see her.
Thug?
mascot?
The witch silently thought about her position in Lu Li's heart, but found nothing. She could only suppress her irritation and listen to the chatter of the old man in front of her who exuded the smell of corpses.
"You mean there was a resurrection of the dead in Devon's apartment?"
Pan Ming put down the cup and saucer and became a little more serious, but it was his calm attitude that gave the client, Uncle Leesongrove, a strong sense of security. He felt that he had found the right place.
"That's right."
"I'm a retired medical examiner who worked on a natural death case about two years ago."
swish swish...
Mi Gao was taking notes next to him.
Generally speaking, detective agencies take over all kinds of difficult cases from the official side, which has compiled relevant information, but mosquitoes are still meat no matter how small they are, not to mention, this case sounds very interesting, so Pan Ming plans to Next.
"The deceased was a 75-year-old woman. At that time, I found a large number of shabby clothes infested with insects in the room. They were so densely packed that it was almost impossible to breathe. The condition was very shocking."
"She was lying on the railing of the stove, wearing a dress and pantyhose covered with bugs..."
"It was obvious that this old woman was severely malnourished, emaciated and thin, and there were wounds all over her legs. Her stockings were stuck together with the ulcers, which were all caused by insect bites."
Speaking of this, Lisengrove's face was full of fear and his scalp was numb, because that was the most terrifying scene he had encountered in thirty years of working in the industry.
"I was thinking that I was really unlucky for eight lifetimes to meet that unfortunate female corpse in the precinct. She was only skin and bones, her hair was tangled and covered with dirt. It was simply a nest of bugs!"
"After cutting the clothes open, there were still hundreds, thousands of bugs jumping and squirming on her chest!"
Mi Gao nodded silently. I don’t know when he stopped writing. There were only two lines in the sketchbook——
A 75-year-old single woman died at home. Because she had not been around to take care of her for a long time, her body was infested with insects and emitted a strong stench. The neighbors could not help but call the police.
"Let's talk about resurrection. I'm more interested in what happened next than the cause and condition of death."
Pan Ming patted Uncle Lisengrove on the shoulder and motioned for him to sit across from him and speak slowly.
"Last night, I took my grandson to build blocks in my room. Because the world is not peaceful..."
Having said this, the white-haired uncle couldn't help but swallow his saliva and raised his eyes to look across.
"Don't worry, we are professionals and we will not be out of control no matter what we hear."
Perhaps it was Pan Ming's calm demeanor that infected Lisengrove. He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice:
"In order to prevent accidents, we went to the church to beg for a few crosses, hung them on the windows and doors, and temporarily sealed the chimney..."
"Then the family started building blocks with the child and coaxing him to sleep, but it wasn't past midnight yet."
Lisengrove trembled.
"Suddenly, there was a sound from the window, like someone knocking on the door. The child was the closest. He opened the curtains and the unfortunate old woman came back to life!!!!"
The uncle seemed a little crazy. In an era where there were rumors of horror everywhere, the nightmare of his life knocked on the window in the middle of the night. That scene...
To be honest, Pan Ming felt a little sorry for this guy. He poured a glass of hot water over and comforted him:
"You're still alive and she didn't cause you any real harm, right?"
"But she kept knocking on the window at night, asking us to let her in. Everyone was so scared that they didn't dare to sleep until dawn."
"You're worried about her going tonight, aren't you?"
"That's right, please save us. The commission fee doesn't matter. The neighborhood police officer won't accept it at all... Please..."
With that said, the white-haired uncle stood up and prepared to kneel down, but he felt his knees were cold and couldn't move. Pan Ming glanced at the counter and said calmly: "Just leave your address."
Hearing this, Lisengrove didn't think much and said hurriedly: "No. 13b, Devon Apartment."
Relationship 1: The client and the deceased lived in the same community.
Relationship 2: The client had interactions with the deceased and had contact with the corpse.
Relationship 3: The deceased went to the client's residence during the spiritual recovery stage and harassed (crossed out) by knocking on the window with the intention of committing murder.
After confirming the relevant matters, Pan Ming sent Lisengrove out of the office, and the boy also finished the final notes and looked directly at Pan Ming.
"Are you interested in this case?"
"That's right."
"Then leave it to you."
Pan Ming answered very readily, which caught Mi Gao off guard, but his next words made him calm down and start to answer seriously.
"What possibilities do you think this case has?"
"One, mass hysteria, their family was under the illusion of magic." Mi Gao analyzed: "Second, the situation is true, the old woman came back from the dead."
"Why do you think she didn't use brute force to break the window?"
"Afraid of the cross, or maybe you have no evil intentions."
"Pay attention to safety and don't open the window at will. The other party may be involved in legal aspects. Only when the person inside takes the initiative to open the window can it attack."
After giving the instructions, Pan Ming looked at the idle blonde witch and ordered: "You should also go and help."
"oh."
There was helplessness in his tone.
If Duke had been present, the witch might have said a few more words, but Pan Ming had a cool temperament, which made her subconsciously equate him with the big devil Lu Li.
…
Half past three in the afternoon.
The sun gradually dimmed, and wisps of fog began to condense again. Pedestrians began to hurry up and return to their shelter before dark, even though it was not safe there.
Zhou Tian lowered the brim of his hat and came to Baker Street. He was impressed by Lu Li's keen sense of smell and moved here right after the game started to become a neighbor to Holmes.
"Where's this guy Lu Li?"
As soon as he stepped into the door, Boss Zhou saw Pan Ming sitting alone on the sofa drinking coffee. Apart from him, there was no one in the whole apartment.
"I'm busy with my own business. I'll contact Holmes by the way and ask him to put his name on the firm so that Scotland Yard can transfer more tasks to him."
Pan Ming handed over a cup of warm coffee.
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