Chapter 275 Situ Kai

Yin Hui glanced at him and his head was covered with blood. His black hair had been stuck to a piece of sticky blood. There was also a large pool of blood on the ground. It was imagined how much blood had Lao Mao shed.

"What weapon was the wound shot out?" Yin Hui looked at the terrifying and bloody scene and asked.

"The wound was not shot by a murder weapon, and no murder weapon was found at the scene. The autopsy report also said that no poisoned food was found at all, which ruled out the possibility of food poisoning. The only wound is on the head. Look at the head again.

Jingtiao said, pointing to Lao Mao’s forehead.

Yin Hui nodded, took the plastic gloves handed over by Ke Daonan, put them on his hand, and gently fiddled with his hair.

Unexpectedly, with a gentle tweak, a small strand of hair fell off his head. Blood was pouring onto the gloves.

He carefully studied the scalp and found that there were a lot of fine blood empty on the scalp, as big as an ant hole, and the blood was flowing out of it.

He realized that Mao's fatal injury was in this place, so he began to study it more carefully.

"What exactly hurts this wound?" Yin Hui looked around the rest of the room and found that his entire scalp was covered with fine holes, and blood splashed out from it.

"Hiss." A pain of needle pricking caused his fingers, so he put his hands down repeatedly, but found that the plastic glove, which was elastic, soft and strong, had also broken a small hole, and something that looked like an ant was stuck on the glove.

He took off his gloves repeatedly, then found a small glass bottle, and put the thing in it.

What he thought was that since even plastic gloves could bite, the plastic bag containing various evidence would definitely be able to bite.

Or bump into the small plastic bottle and save it.

Seeing him carefully packing an ant-sized thing into a glass bottle, everyone also curiously came up and looked at the bug: "What's this?"

Yin Hui shook her head.

"Braittle, can you tell me what this thing is?" He knew that Braittle was knowledgeable, and perhaps he would know this strange bug?

In his heart, the murderer who killed Lao Mao must be this bug. Otherwise, he would not have appeared on Lao Mao's head for no reason, and his head was full of blood holes as big as the body of the insect.

After looking carefully for a long time, Jingtie shook his head: "I have never seen such a bug, but it looks very tough. Even such a thick glass has bitten out small cracks."

After hearing what Jingtie said, Yin Hui also looked over and found that the bottom of the glass bottle was full of small cracks. The little bug was crawling around underneath, as if she wanted to bite the glass bottle.

"Oh my goodness, even this bottle can be broken. I think this thing would be so powerful if it penetrates into a person's head. It swallows your brain bit by bit. This pain..." The scalpel said this and was so scared that he shivered all over and didn't dare to continue talking.

"Yes, maybe this guy was swallowing Lao Mao's brain bit by bit and completely swallowing him before slowly crawling out from it." Yin Hui was also a little scared.

Looking at the guy whose brain was occupied by insects, Yin Hui also felt sad for him.

Needless to say, this guy was obviously assassinated by his boss, so that he wouldn't let it go.

It was really unfair to die. Yin Hui looked at Lao Mao and then said to Jingthorn: "Is anyone here today? These bugs cannot penetrate into his head for no reason."

Jingthorn nodded: "Situ Kai, the main leader of the 9th Department of Guoan, has been here, but I came with him. We didn't even enter the cage."

Jingtiao responded very well, as if Yin Hui was his boss.

"Well. Are there anyone else coming in?" Yin Hui asked again.

"No more. By the way, have you seen other people come in?" Jingtiao asked, looking at the two staff members standing guard.

"Report to the team leader, no one comes in today except you and the main team leader." The two men raised their hands respectfully and replied with a salute.

"Oh, I understand." Jingtie nodded: "You must look at this place well, even if he dies, you can't take it lightly."

The two guys nodded vigorously.

"Ah, no, he still breathes." Suddenly, Yin Hui's hand that touched the old Mao's nose suddenly closed and shouted in panic: "Bang Thorn, hurry up, call an ambulance, he still has the last breath. I can use our Maoshan Taoist Technique to resurrect him, and call an ambulance quickly."

After hearing Yin Hui say this, although Jingtie was full of doubts, he didn't seem to be lying when he saw his panic expression. He nodded and called: "Hey, emergency center? Come down to the underground prison quickly, there are patients here in danger."

After saying that, he quickly hung up the phone and walked to Yin Hui.

Under Yin Hui's command, Lao Mao was carried on his back by a scalpel and stood there, while Yin Hui reached out to catch a handful of talismans, burned them, and then put them on Lao Mao's head.

Because Lao Mao's hair had long been soaked with blood, it did not burn with the spell.

However, the wound that had just dripped blood seemed to have slowly fallen down at this time, and the blood no longer flowed out.

Papa, papa.

A sound of slapping came from his head, as if a hard shell bug was burned.

The ground was withering one after another, all of which were burned.

He did not pay attention to Lao Mao's body, but instead looked at the security guards at the door.

One of the guys seemed to have a nervous look on his face.

Yin Hui smiled faintly, then quickly recovered from his nervous look and said, "Please carry him out quickly, and get him out quickly."

He lifted the scalpel's feet while pushing him to the direction of the door.

When he walked to the door, Yin Hui deliberately pretended to be tidying his posture and paused for a while.

The moment he stopped, Lao Mao's eyes actually opened, and he was very bright, staring at the security guard who had just changed his expression.

Because this posture could not allow him to see the expression on the security guard's face, he still walked away quickly.

When they walked out of the underground prison, he threw away Lao Mao's body, whispered to them gently, quietly turned back along the stairs he walked out, and reentered the underground prison.

Jingtie seemed to understand Yin Hun's intention, and snorted at the people behind him, signaling them not to speak, and stood obediently and not to speak.

After a long time, Yin Hui suddenly had an expression coming out of it, with a smile on the corner of her mouth.

It seems that it has gained a lot.

"Let's go." He breathed a sigh of relief, looking comfortable all over: "The scalpel, with the old hair on his back, let's bury him."

"Burned? Yin Hui, are you kidding, didn't you just say he was still alive? You deliberately slandered, right? I won't carry him." The scalpel pouted, feeling very depressed. In the sense that this kid deliberately slandered him and asked him to carry the body.

"Cleaning the scalpel, hurry up and send it to the morgue." Jingtie also spoke.

The scalpel was so depressed for a moment. The two of them were really perfect and colluded.

I could only carry the old Mao back on my back, and then follow the thorns and walk towards the morgue.

Everyone said nothing, in addition to being full of doubts, they also had doubts in their minds.

Yin Hui, what exactly do you want to do?

It was obvious that it was not just a revenge scalpel. His strange behavior made everyone unable to help but ask questions. It was just that there were too many people here, and this matter was confidential and could not be known by outsiders. They had to stop talking and just waited to get to the office before asking clearly.

The extremely cold morgue was gloomy and terrifying, giving people a chilling feeling. So after throwing Lao Mao's body into the corpse cabinet, he hurriedly left the place and followed Jingthorn into the temporary office arranged for them by the Guoan Headquarters.

The office was rude and nothing else was equipped except a desk and a few computers.

"Kordonan, see if there is anyone outside?" Bramble ordered Kordonan.

She bowed obediently, then walked to the door and looked outside to make sure that no one was disturbing outside, and then she retreated with confidence.

Bramble observed all the parts of the conference hall, and looked around with a beeping instrument in his hand to ensure that he checked any corner of the room.

The frequency of the beep sound emitted by the instrument has not changed, ensuring that there is no monitoring instrument in the room.

"Okay, Yin Hui, tell me." Jing Thi nodded and said.

"Well, first of all, analyze from the murderer who killed Lao Mao. Since Situ Kai, the leader of the 9th Department of Guoan, did not approach Lao Mao, there was no chance to start. Apart from Situ Kai, only the security guard at the door could approach Lao Mao. By the way, I wonder if there is any surveillance equipment inside?"

Bramble nodded and said, "To ensure that the prisoners do not escape, we have installed pinhole cameras in hidden corners of the prison, which will not be discovered by them, and will relax their vigilance to ensure that they will not smash the camera."

"Well, I wonder if I can transfer the video some time before his death?" Yin Hui asked with a serious look at the computer in the office.

Jingthorn nodded: "As long as you have a password, you can watch surveillance video."

For some reason, Jingtie obeyed Yin Hui's words. The feeling that Yin Hui was his boss was back on his back, as if every word he said was an order, an order that should not be violated.

She walked to the computer, opened the surveillance system software, entered the password and account, and rows of dense pictures were indeed displayed on the computer.

The pictures are similar. The basic facilities of the prison are the same. The only difference is that the prisoners inside have different positions or positions.

Looking at the dense prisons, Yin Hui had a headache: "There must be hundreds of prisons."

"Well, it's almost the same. There are only a few dozen prisons left in the air." Jingthorn explained, and at the same time transferred to the video of the prison where Lao Mao was.

It was empty inside, and you could barely see a pool of blood on the ground.

"It's time to record the video when Mao was killed today." Yin Hui said to Jingthorn.

Without saying a word, Jingthorn typing on the keyboard with his slender fingers. After entering a period of time, a video was retried.

"Okay, let's start watching here." Yin Hui asked the Thorns to play the video.

However, in the video of Lao Mao, the security guards seemed to have no contact with Lao Mao at all.

Speed ​​up, four times faster.

Yin Hui looked at Jingthorn and said.

Jingtie nodded sincerely, and then clicked the quick play button with the mouse.

The picture is still still. Although the speed has increased, the things in the prison are in the same posture, and Lao Mao just occasionally turns over.

Suddenly, Yin Hui saw two figures reaching the prison where Lao Mao was and quickly disappeared.

"Stop." He seemed to be clicked, and immediately reached out and pressed the pause button, slowly replaying the video.

"This is the scene when I and Situ Kai, the leader of the 9th Department of Guoan, visited Lao Mao." Jingthorn explained.
To be continued...