Chapter 1 The Divine Story of Case Detection

 Have you ever seen a strange boss who chops up his customers and steams them into a big cage of buns for sale?

 Have you ever seen a strange doctor, who plasticizes his love interest into a pig and imprisons him in a farm?

 Have you ever seen a strange orphan who was raised by bats to suck human blood for a living?

 I've seen it all.

 My name is Song Yang, I am currently the Chief Counselor of H Province Public Security Department, and my real identity is a coroner.

 Some friends are confused, what does a coroner do?

 Pallbearer is the ancient Chinese coroner, good pallbearer not only can examine the body, more proficient in a set of unknown stunts.

 They are often able to use yellow wine, silver needle, red umbrella, pine incense and other folk life objects, pry open the mouth of the dead, to arrest the murderer of blood.

 Serving the Public Security Bureau for the whole thirty years, I used my family's skills to solve countless cases that shocked China, some of which were perverted, some were horrible, some were brutal, and some were mind-numbing.

 In order to let later people know the magic of the pallbearer's profession, I decided to share my experience.

 However, in view of the principle of confidentiality of the Public Security Bureau, many cities and characters have used pseudonyms, I hope you can understand, well, the book is back to the main story!

 I was born in a small county in the south, and since I was a child, I have never seen my parents, and I live with my grandfather in a quaint old ancestral mansion.

 Although I had no parents, my grandfather's love for me surpassed everything else.

 In my life, he only sternly taught me once: "Yang'er, you have to remember, when you grow up what you want to do Grandpa won't stop you, only three professions are not to be touched, the first is to be a government official, the second is a police officer, and the third ... is a forensic doctor!"

 At that time I was still young, and even do not know what a forensic doctor is a thing, just ignorant nodded.

 But as I grew older, I gradually developed a strange feeling that my grandfather's identity was definitely not simple!

 The reason why I felt this way was because grandpa had nothing to do every day, never worked in the fields, but had a constant stream of money to buy me good food and pay for my education.

 And every once in a while, there was always a big leader with a bunch of small policemen paying a visit to the door, treating grandpa with great respect, and often bringing gifts, such as Maotai wine, special panda cigarettes and so on.

 Often, they talked with Grandpa in the room for a long time, as short as an hour, as long as a few hours, sometimes even from the morning until the evening. Every time these leaders leave a few days, the province will have a big case solved, like what Sichuan restaurant plutonium case, Southwest University broken body case, these cases are sensational nationwide, so that I live in a small county I also heard about it.

 I vaguely feel that these cases are inextricably linked with my grandfather, but he has never refused to disclose a word to me!

 Grandpa's relationship, so that the whole family followed the light, my aunt's business has been very smooth, once my aunt lost a carload of goods on the highway, the police spent a day to the carload of goods respectfully sent.

 Even when I missed the high school exam by a few ten points, I was finally admitted to a major high school as I had hoped.

 When I was twelve years old, the county was preparing to build a big road, which just passed through the Song family's old house, and the surrounding neighbors could not resist the demolition office's coercion, and moved away one after another. Only the grandfather was not willing to give up the old mansion passed down from the ancestors, determined to be a 'nail household'.

 The contractor to build this road is not a light, see the soft can not, directly to the two excavators drove to the door of our house, rumbling knocked down a wall, clearly is to establish the authority!

 The scene at that time scared me to the point of crying.

 Grandpa sighed softly, picked up the phone and dialed a number, gently spoke a few words, who expected a few minutes later, the excavators even left in a hurry.

 And the next morning, many leaders as well as that contractor personally door to apologize, the contractor also face to face to pay 100,000 yuan to make amends. This is a lot of money for a small county, but grandfather just gently waved his hand and declined this intention.

 Of course, the road continued to be repaired, but in front of our house took a big turn, this incident in my young mind buried a strong curiosity, why is Grandpa so powerful?

 When I was fifteen years old, I inadvertently rummaged through the boxes in the old house and found two broken books, one is called "the true book of the collection of the washing of grievances," written in the Southern Song Dynasty in the seventh year of Chunyou, the author is a man named Song Ci. The other book was called "The Divine Book of Prison Breaking", with no author written on it.

 With my level of literary language at that time, it was a bit of a struggle to understand these two ancient books, and I could only barely understand the little figures drawn on the two books, which were all about human body structure diagrams, examination of corpses and other things.

 I do not know why, these two books have a kind of extraordinary magic for me, after turning over will never be able to put down, I hid from my grandfather, carry forward the spirit of the ants gnawing on the bone, hard to the two obscure ancient books to 'gnaw' finished!

 These two books for me, as if it is a door to a new world, although the book mentioned pallbearer this occupation, is the ancient specialized examination of corpses to find clues to solve the case. But I don't feel terrible at all, on the contrary, I feel fresh, interesting and challenging.

 When I was sixteen years old, I had the opportunity to apply what I had learned for the first time in my life.

 At that time it was three days, grandpa early in the morning something out of the door, I was home for summer vacation, nothing to do, with a bamboo pole glued to the glue to catch the robin on the tree to play, then a black Jetta sedan a sharp braking, 'swish' stopped in the doorway of the Song family's old house.

 The car came down a big man, a country face, thick eyebrows, big eyes, skin tanned into a bronze color, the wind into the yard. I recognized him as a police officer who had visited my grandfather a few times before, and I remembered that he seemed to be surnamed Sun.

 Officer Sun did not wear a police uniform today, but a short-sleeved shirt, holding a briefcase in his hand, he was hot and sweaty, a wisp of hot air coming out of his head, saw me and asked, "Kid, is your grandfather home?"

 "No, he went out."

 Officer Sun wrinkled his moldy head, grabbed his collar and kept fanning himself, muttering, "This weather, simply hot."

 I hurriedly said, "Uncle, come inside and sit down! I'll pour you a cold drink."

 "Good, you really know what you're doing!"

 Officer Sun had a very heroic demeanor. He walked into the living room and unceremoniously found a chair to sit down. He took the large glass of Coke I poured for him and poured it into his stomach. He wiped his mouth happily and then lit a cigarette. Asked me: "Kid, are you in high school?"

 "Just started my freshman year of high school." I replied.

 "How are your grades?"

 "Not bad."

 "Do any of your classmates bully you?"

 "No."

 "If there are classmates do not have the eyes to bully you, tell uncle, uncle to help you find a scene to go!" Officer Sun laughed out loud.

 "Uncle, what is your relationship with my grandfather?" I thought this was a great opportunity to get to know my grandfather.

 "Your grandfather ah, can really be a hundred years hard to meet the high man, but unfortunately the temper is also a hundred years hard to meet the stubborn, these years do not know how many leaders to ask him to come out of the mountain, he is dead set against it. Last year, a director gave him conditions, as long as the police work for us for a year, let him retire, take 50,000 a month of pension, this condition are not moved, I am also convinced! So there's no other way, we have to work together in a different way." Officer Sun sighed.

 "Cooperation, cooperation what?" I asked.

 Officer Sun just wanted to answer, suddenly seemed to realize that it seems to have spoken out of turn, hurriedly covered his stomach and said, "Aigoo, how did my stomach suddenly ache open, probably cool drink too fierce, where is the toilet?"

 "In the backyard." I pointed my hand.

 Officer Sun covered his stomach and ran to the backyard like a gust of wind, followed by a sparse sound.

 The button of the briefcase that Officer Sun threw on the table opened, and from it slid out a photo with some red and green things on it, which evoked my intense curiosity!

 Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, I ghostly put my hand over, but my heart was beating wildly like a drum. In my consciousness, peeping at the confidential documents of the police is against the law, and I may have to go to jail, but I really wanted to take a look at it too much.

 So I convinced myself to just take a look, just one look, and then put it back.

 I took out the photo from my briefcase, and unsurprisingly, the photo was of a dead body, and even though I said I've seen a lot of dead people in movies, I knew those were fake and nowhere near as shocking as a real corpse.

 The corpse in the photo was an adult male, wearing a suit, his white shirt had been stained red with blood, he had his head hanging down and was sitting against an open safe, with a pair of eyeglasses hanging from his right ear. There was a long, deep cut on his throat from which the blood had flowed.

 And scattered around the body were a large number of banknotes, which were also stained with blood.

 My eyes were sucked in by the photo, I didn't feel horrible at all, I even had a kind of uncontrollable excitement, just like a hungry man seeing a gourmet meal, a horny wolf seeing a beautiful woman, I know that this kind of analogy is a bit inappropriate, and the dead should be respected, but I just felt inexplicably excited!

 Just as I was mesmerized, suddenly a big hand stretched out behind me and violently snatched the photo from my hand.

 I turned around and saw that Officer Sun was standing behind me, glaring at me with a serious gaze.

 "Kid, who gave you permission to peek at my documents, peeking at a police officer's documents is against the law you know?" Officer Sun said angrily.

 "I just ... I only looked at it ... really ..." I was scared and incoherent.

 Sun police officer narrowed his eyes, the corner of his mouth suddenly showed a cunning smile, said: "How about this, I test you, if you answer up, this matter is even; if you can not answer up, don't blame me for not being polite, please go to the police station to reflect for a few days."

 He said this, but I settled down, because I probably guessed what he was going to test me!

 As expected, after I nodded my head in agreement, Officer Sun asked me, "Tell me, what murder weapon killed this man?"

 "Give me the photo."

 I took the photo, scanned it again, and said with great certainty, "The wound on the throat is exactly the fatal wound, and judging from the shape of the wound, it was inflicted by a sharp weapon with an edge, but if it was a knife, dagger, or some other murder weapon, I don't think that you would probably have asked me this kind of question on purpose, so the murder weapon must be very special!"

 Officer Sun became interested: "You can ah, the little hairy kid said it in a decent way, you do tell me, what exactly is the murder weapon?"

 I handed over the photo: "The murder weapon is on this photo."

 Officer Sun stared at the photo and blinked, "The murder weapon is on the photo? You're not talking nonsense, this case is my personal involvement in the investigation, the scene inside and outside are looking all over, and did not find the murder weapon, in fact, the murderer has been caught, if not for the murder weapon ..." He suddenly stopped talking and coughed, "Do not talk nonsense, quickly said What is the murder weapon!"

 "It is the banknotes on the ground!" I replied dryly, "To be precise, it's these banknotes."

 Officer Sun blinked in shock, "Banknotes? No, how is this possible?"

 "Why is it impossible, to bundle a bunch of brand new banknotes so tightly together that the edges are sharp enough to cut such deep and long wounds, and then scatter them and throw them at the scene of the murder, so the 'murder weapon' disappeared into thin air." I replied.

 Officer Sun sucked in a breath of cool air and couldn't help but give me a thumbs up, "Impressive, worthy of being Song Zhaolin's grandson."

 In fact, this wasn't something I came up with, among the bizarre cases recorded in the "Prison Breaking God's Chapter", there was a case of paper knife murder, and when I saw the blood-stained banknotes scattered everywhere on the photo, I unconsciously associated it with the above. From what Officer Sun just said, I can judge that the case should be that the murderer was caught but the murder weapon was not found to be convicted, that's why I specially came to ask grandpa for help.

 "Okay, thank you, this trip is finally not in vain, when will you come to the provincial city to play, uncle invited you to eat KFC. By the way, I also have a daughter, also in high school, you two must play together." Officer Sun smiled and took the photo back into the bag, muttering to himself, "Song Zhaolin this old thief, has been telling me that the Song family will not come out of the pallbearer from now on, it turns out that has been secretly cultivating you, it seems that the Song family has a successor, it is really great."

 "Tiger Sun, what are you talking about having a successor?"

 Just at this moment, a voice came from outside the door, I turned around and saw my grandfather standing there, and suddenly I was shocked and winced. Because grandpa never allowed me to touch these things, much less know that I had peeked at those two forbidden books.

 Grandpa slowly turned his gloomy gaze from Officer Sun to me, as if he understood something, and at that moment I was really scared to death!