Chapter 168: Soul-recruiting ceremony (2)

"Yin Hui, come with me to deal with it. You can continue to see what the rules are here and rule them out."

Conan Doyle ordered everyone without hesitation.

"Well, Yin Hui, go and take good care of the boss." Scalpel patted Yin Hui's shoulder earnestly, and then continued to stare at the information in his hand.

The pretended expression of the scalpel teased the tense atmosphere at the scene. He was the team's pistachio, and from time to time a happy candy bean exploded, allowing everyone to keep happy, which can also help everyone to diversify their thinking.

"Let's go." Yin Hui hammered the scalpel's chest and walked out with Conan Doyle.

The crime scene was a hospital.

The white-style hospital looks very clean. For some reason, Yin Hui was particularly disgusted with the hospital. In his heart, the hospital is simply synonymous with vampires. Maybe I read the news some time ago and knew that drugs are the largest profit product far higher than real estate. If the hospital is not a vampire, then what is it?

After passing through the stall of the small vendors in front of the door, he finally squeezed into the hospital gate, then took the elevator and walked straight to the fourth floor.

The stairs were not very busy, and a doctor had been waiting by the elevator for the two of them. He revealed his identity, and the nurse in uniform took them to the fourth floor.

As soon as they walked out of the elevator, the two policemen turned two bends and entered the long corridor of the hospital.

"Two, I didn't know anything about Taishan before, so I hope you will be more grateful." While walking nervously, a policeman next to him suddenly apologized softly. When he saw that it was the fat policeman he met in the police station today.

"Yeah." Yin Hui's heart had already flown to the scene and didn't have time to pay attention to this fat man.

When the fat man heard his answer, a big stone in his heart fell to the ground. He knew that the two were not narrow-minded people who were very fond of retribution, and he was also relaxed with them.

When he walked to a room at the end of the hospital, the fat police stopped and signaled him to go in.

Looking through the glass, there was no abnormality at all. When he opened the door, a strong smell of medicine filled his nostrils and rushed into the nostrils of the two. Without caring about these, he hurriedly walked up and found a girl lying on the hospital bed inside.

This is a double ward, but the other person should have been transferred to the ward and it was cleaned up.

This is a little girl who looks like she is fifteen or sixteen years old, with a faint smile on her lips. If it weren't for the blood-blocking red Taoist on her neck, she would definitely not have found that the girl was actually dead.

"Where is her family?" he frowned and asked.

"The family members are all in the dean's office." The fat policeman replied respectfully.

"Yeah!" Conan Doyle nodded, and walked up and took a closer look. Except for a white rope hanging from the hook where the lamp stick was originally hung, there was no abnormality, and there was no trace of struggle at the scene. Moreover, the girl seemed to die peacefully.

"It's strange. If it were murder, why didn't the girl struggle? Look at the girl's clothes intact." Conan Doyle raised his own question, then looked at Yin Hui and looked at him asking for help.

"I don't know if the corpses in the past are the same as hers, and there is no trace of struggle." Yin Hui looked at the fat policeman behind him. Because when Yin Hui and the others took over the case, those murders had already happened, so they had never seen the scene of the previous murders.

"Well, this is also one of the many suspicions. The scene is the same as here, and there is no fight scene." The fat policeman spoke. He had followed Officer Fang Yi to handle the case before, so he was very familiar with the murder scene.

"This is strange." Yin Hui was stunned for a moment, and finally looked at the fat policeman.

The reason why this guy is proud must have some capital, and he is considered a veteran in the police station.

"What do you think about this?" Yin Hui looked at the fat policeman.

The fat policeman thought for a while and finally sighed: "We have not found any clues, nor can we analyze the murder motives of the habitual offenders, and we cannot find the suspicious points of the scene that have no traces of struggle. Please let me explain to you."

The fat policeman began to compliment. He knew Yin Hui's identity and thought that knowing the people from the National Security Bureau would be of great help to his career.

However, Yin Hui ignored him and just looked at Conan Doyle and smiled helplessly: "What do you think about this?"

"Hey, I don't know what to do." She sighed: "According to the practice of our National Security Bureau..." She said here, she glanced at the fat policeman and did not continue talking.

The fat policeman nodded tactfully, took the colleague next to him down and closed the door.

"According to the convention, retrieve the soul of the dead, and then ask what happened."

"Soul-conjuring?" Yin Hui smiled faintly: "This is a good method of handling cases. The one who knows the most clearly about the case is two people, one is the murderer and the other is the victim. Finding any of them can make the case come true. Since the murderer cannot be traced, it can only be searching for the victim."

"Yes, it's indeed a good way, but it's not easy to summon souls. Have you ever used this method in the past?"

Conan Doyle nodded and sighed: "I have used it, but it was a long time ago, about twenty years ago. At that time, the leader of the Incredible Group was a descendant of the Taoist ritual. According to legend, he was over 100 years old. After he died, he never attracted souls. Because no one can have the cultivation level of a master, and even the Master Bird and the Taoist nun do not have this ability. If you want to summon souls, you have to find another master." Speaking of this, she looked at Yin Hui and asked, "I wonder if you can shoulder this soul-summoning ceremony?"

"Me?" Yin Hui smiled bitterly, took two steps back, looked at herself in the mirror, and smiled: "Do you think I can do it?"

"Okay, you must be able to do it. As the successor of the Taoist Success Sect, who else can do it if you can't do it?" Conan Doyle praised.

"How do you know that I am the descendant of Taoist Xuanzong?"

"Since it's my subordinate, I have to see you clearly inside and out."

Conan Doyle stared at Yin Hui with a smile on his face, but what he felt was cold. The meaning of her words was so rich that he could not understand.

"How about it, this soul-summoning mission will be handed over to you." She looked at Yin Hui and finally asked, "If you don't agree, we have to take compulsory measures."

"Compulsory measures?" Yin Hui widened his eyes and looked at Conan Doyle in disbelief: "No, we are a regular national institution and must abide by national laws and regulations. What is the difference between what you force and the underworld?"

"Married society?" Conan Doyle looked at Yin Hui with a cold smile: "Tell you, we are a legal gangster organization."

"Okay, I'll accept you." He sighed, then shook his head: "I'll try to try it tonight, but if it doesn't work, you can't blame me." He deliberately pretended to have a very relaxed expression, and then looked at the longing Conan Doyle.

"Success, if this matter is done, I will give you a bonus." She seemed very happy. After cleaning up the scene, she was excited as if a little girl was overwhelmed with joy. She took Yin Hui and left the scene and asked the fat police to deal with the scene.

"What are we going to do next?" Conan Doyle seemed to Yin Hui's younger brother, and now he has to ask for his advice when doing anything.

Yin Hui suddenly remembered a sentence Conan Doyle had said to herself: "If you are willing to join the incredible group, then you can also do the position of the group leader."

She wasn't planning to give me the position of the team leader. He thought about it in fear, and then there was only one word in his mind, that was no. No matter what method he used, even if it was a compulsory measure, he only had one word, no. He would never be the leader of the incredible group.

Both of them were silent for a moment.

But at the end, Conan Doyle asked again: "What should I do next?" His voice was a little melancholy and unnatural.

"What do you think, you are the team leader, I will listen to you." Yin Hui had a faint smile on her face, looking at Conan Doyle. Perhaps her ability was exposed too much before, so she was regarded as a great power in her eyes. If she did not fully demonstrate her ability, perhaps she would change her idea of ​​being the team leader.

"Don't hide it, I know what you are thinking. Although you are not willing to accept this burden, our slogan is to serve the people and serve the construction of socialism with Chinese characteristics. You must put this belief first and think about the problem." Conan Doyle patiently educated Yin Hui.

Before they knew it, the two of them actually walked out of the hospital corridor and down the stairs again. The hospital was still crowded with people, most of them were patients, wearing patient uniforms unique to their clothes. Because the clothes were the same size, some thin and short people looked a little bloated.

Some patients were accompanied by a nurse, taking care of them carefully and focusedly. The white miniskirt uniform was full of endless temptation. Yin Hui felt a little irritated.

Patients with nurses are all well-known people, so being able to get along with them is the dream of many nurses. Why not work while looking for opportunities?

"Look, these angels in white are actually serving the people. We are not. We are just deceiving the people and preventing them from knowing the truth." Yin Hui smiled faintly: "Don't say it anymore, I will never be the leader of the incredible group."

"But..." Conan Doyle still wanted to fight for it, but now her face looked ugly, as if the belief that had always supported him to survive was instantly bursting.

Before he could finish his words, Yin Hui had already accelerated and walked out of the hospital door.
Chapter completed!