The black maggots rolled in his hands, struggling to escape from his palms.

It has realized its destiny.

But the doctor will not give him a chance to survive. As long as the person he holds in his palm, he will not leave him a way out.

Bang!

The doctor patted his arm!

A ball of black stuff rushed out of the gap in his arms and finally stuck to the opposite wall.

It was a bloody maggot!

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Bang!

Huang Yanyan, who was sleeping, was awakened by a slight snap. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and saw a ball of blood in the middle of the room at first sight.

"Damn it, the blood is seen early in the morning!" She cursed and said unlucky, then came out of the quilt, put on her clothes, and prepared to go to the washing room to wash and wash.

She held the cup in one hand and the washing utensil in the other hand, making faces in front of the mirror, admiring her beautiful and delicate face.

Bang!

The slight crackling sounded again.

She was stunned and stood there.

Bang!

Another slight sound.

She hurriedly took out three black things from her pocket.

The three black maggots had long been dead, their internal organs squeezed out of the skin, and their bodies were flat, as if they had been photographed.

Her face immediately became nervous, and she slapped the three insects three times in a row, then took a breath. She put the three black insects into her pocket and continued to wash them.

Smack sex!

The four consecutive sounds of slap made Huang Yanyan, who was still in shock, get goosebumps all over her body.

When she realized that it was a knock on the door, she breathed a long sigh of relief, and the heart that was about to jump out was soothed.

"Huang Yanyan, open the door!" Conan Doyle's standard Beijing dialect came.

Huang Yanyan was very surprised. How could such a foreign girl speak more standard in Chinese than herself? Could it be that this guy is also a spy from a certain organization like herself?

But later he denied this idea. Which spy is willing to stay in China for so many years?

Bang!

Huang Yanyan opened the door and saw Conan Doyle standing at the door, also holding a cup in one hand and washing utensils in the other, and smiled slightly.

"What a coincidence?"

Conan Doyle didn't know how to answer.

Finally, out of politeness, he nodded and said, "Yes, what a coincidence."

Although she knew that this sentence was nonsense, because there was only one washroom in the whole room. This was not a coincidence, but a necessary event.

Huang Yanyan went out after she simply finished washing up, while Conan Doyle looked at the strange man and shook her head helplessly.

Indeed, in Conan Doyle's eyes, Huang Yanyan is a very strange person. Yesterday she clearly said she wanted to tell herself a story about a little earthworm, but later she broke her promise and she would not answer no matter how she asked her.

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"How is it?" Yin Hui asked with a frown and looked at the scalpel that was dissecting the man in black.

"No shrimps were found." The scalpel shook his head in disappointment: "This old guy is a cunning fox, and he found nothing from him. Maybe he had put all the information on his body in his residence."

After a whole night of tossing, both of them were a little tired. After listening to the scalpel's deflated words, Yin Hui finally couldn't stand firm and squatted on the ground.

"Damn it, I've been tossing all night and couldn't even squeeze out a fart. It's so embarrassing." The scalpel also sat on the floor of the morgue in anger and cursed.

Originally, the two were planning to find some clues from this guy. But searching all over his body, he found nothing. Later, the scalpel simply used his old skills and tried to make a living to see if he could find any clues from his body.

As a result, after a night of trouble, the two of them found nothing.

Perhaps there may be a charge of unleashing a corpse...

When Yin Hui thought of this crime, he felt a headache.

"Let's go, let's go to this guy's residence to find any clues." Yin Hui held the cold corpse cabinet behind with his hands, stood up from the ground and said to the scalpel.

The scalpel nodded, then followed Yin Hui and walked towards the dormitory manager's dormitory.

However, the door of the dormitory manager was already covered with a row of guards, surrounding the door.

It seems that someone has reported it to the top.

"Sorry, you can't get in here." An armed policeman with a high official hat stopped the two people who were about to get in.

"I am also the deputy leader of the National Security Bureau. This person has a close relationship with a task I performed. You must let me in." Yin Hui took out a document from his pocket and showed it to the police officer of the Grand Official Hat.

"This..." He thought for a little embarrassedly, and finally said, "Let's do this, I'll inform the people inside first, can you get their permission before going in?"

Yin Hui knew that their subordinates were under great pressure, so he nodded.

The big official hat looked at Yin Hui with a grateful look, then turned around and entered the room.

Soon, the high-ranking official came out and said to Yin Hui and Huang Yanyan: "Please please come in and ask."

The two nodded and then walked in with a swagger.

As soon as I entered, I saw a thorn that was leaning over to check out an old-fashioned chair.

"Brains? I didn't expect it was you?" Yin Hui said hello as he looked at Thorns who were also staring at him with a shocked look on his face.

"Yeah!" She replied coldly: "This person has something to do with the task I performed, I'll come here to check it out!"

Yin Hui smiled and said, "What a coincidence. By the way, have you noticed anything?"

Jingtie shook his head: "No, all furniture and appliances are normal, and no communication equipment was found."

Even Jingtiao said that he had not found any clues, let alone himself.

I am a monk who has become a monk halfway through, but I can't compare to these professionals.

"Look at it casually, maybe you can find something." Jing Thi looked a little disappointed and comforted her and said.

"Then...well, I'll check it," he said, and searched carefully in the room.

"It would be great if the scalpels were here. They would definitely fill all the previous things here. This is their fine tradition. Of course, he did not rule out that the explosion hand had to treat this room as his artistic victim. Perhaps he was excited and hid an invisible time bomb in the room. If the room was blown away, it would be troublesome."

He was thinking randomly, and he checked the room without saying a word, and didn't find anything in the room.

"Report!" At the door, the tall police officer knocked on the door again.

"Say!" Jingtie seemed to have become familiar with all this, and even couldn't even speak.

"There is a man named Conan Doyle to come in." His voice was loud like a bell, and even people outside could hear it.

Such people are not suitable for such confidential things. He really doubts how Jingthorn would use such people.

"Well, let her come in." Jing Thi replied, still not turning his head to look at this guy.

"Yes!"

The footsteps of the man echoed in the small dormitory corridors.

Soon, two chaotic footsteps slowly came in from the door.

Screaking. The door was pushed open. However, what Yin Hui saw was not the face of Conan Doyle's standard foreign beauty, but Huang Yanyan with a charming smile on her face.

"Why is it her?" Yin Hui's head hurts a little when she sees this woman. She feels like she finds a crack in the ground and crawls into it.

"Huh? Little earthworm, why are you here?" The thing that was most worried still happened. Huang Yanyan greeted Yin Hui mercilessly.

"Well, the task I performed may have a very important relationship with this person!" Yin Hui said.

"Little earthworm?" The thorns, who had been searching for clues in the room, suddenly looked up, stared at Yin Hui and asked the three words in question: "When did you have this nickname?"

"It's just a misunderstanding." Yin Hui hurriedly explained: "It's not as complicated as you think."

"Complex? Does the little earthworm have any meaning of complexity?" Jingtiao's face was still full of confusion.

"It's nothing, so look for it quickly. Maybe everyone has great power, so what clues can be found."

Yin Hui actually wanted to leave because he found out that the three women in the room... he didn't want to get along with them.

However, this guy with scalpel has a good reputation. He looks at Huang Yanyan from time to time, and then stares at Jingtiao's butt secretly...

Of course, all this was done in secrecy and no one noticed it.

"I think we should leave, there seems to be no clues left here." Yin Hui searched for a while, and finally got the most out of the situation. Now that he left, no one would have any objections.

"Miss, you can't break in, Miss, you can't break in..." There was a loud sound of footsteps and a man's persuasion in the corridor.

"Get out of here." The sharp and cold woman's voice.
Chapter completed!