I was named by Li Chuang in the basement.

But in less than ten minutes, I almost couldn't help but run out against the professional rules.

The other two serious forensic doctors could not control their bodies, and their bodies were trembling slightly.

The middle-aged man... the face of "Ji Zhonghou" was darker than Guo Sen's face at this moment, like Bao Gong: "You should let that fat man sit a few more times."

I forced a smile: "Don't worry, the fat man is holding a grudge. He almost didn't kill that girl. As long as he didn't mess with him, he would definitely have to take revenge."

Ji Zhonghou took out the walkie-talkie and actually said, "Are the ambulance coming? Two? Ang, bald head and a child, fat man and..."

When he put on the walkie-talkie, everyone turned their faces to the side.

This is really not because we indulge in "violation of the rules", but because we can block the chest with anger without experiencing it slightly, which can block people alive.

As a clay man peeled off his mud shell, a child whose skin on the surface was shriveled due to dehydration gradually exposed.

His face was more wrinkled than that of an eighty-year-old man. He was clenched with a fist, and it seemed that his fingernails had probably pierced into his palms.

He only clenched one fist because he only had one hand.

"It is difficult to accurately estimate age on the surface, roughly between seven and ten years old." I signaled to the forensic doctor who is about the same age as me to take the record.

"The right hand and right forearm are missing, and the appearance seems... no need to look at the appearance. It is certain that it is a guillotine or a similar pressure sharp blade."

The reason for saying this is that although Li Chuang carefully peeled off the mud shell, the damn mud was mixed with hair from some unknown animal, which was too sticky, and directly stuck the flesh on the surface of the broken arm.

"This is just a child, why... why should he be treated like this?" Although the forensic doctor in charge of the record was a man, he obviously cried.

"Picking and cutting." I and Ji Zhonghou said at the same time.

I immediately said to the forensic doctor: "When working, control your emotions."

It can be seen that Li Chuang's mood was extremely painful. He tried to speak several times, but I stopped him with my eyes.

I vaguely remember that when I arrived at the villa, it seemed... it was about eleven or twelve o'clock.

When I walked out of the villa, it was already the next evening.

It's raining again.

It should be down.

The loss of the lives of twenty-two children is definitely worthy of God's tears.

I forced myself to keep my energy and stretched my waist, "Are you hungry? Let's find a place to eat first?"

If no one objected, we would get on the bus. However, this time our car was driven by Dou Dabao.

That's because this guy is a bit heartless.

It's not like a blind man. Although he hasn't experienced the scene, he has already thought of what happened when he saw the stretcher carrying out the body bags from the villa.

As for Li Chuang, I have decided that when I have the chance, I will definitely propose it and persuade Lin Tong and Helena to join forces to provide him with psychological treatment.

We specially found a restaurant that was neglected by our family and sat in the only private room on the second floor that could accommodate many people.

Perhaps it was because of the poor business, the food provided by the boss and the wife was very large and tasted... To be honest, it was really almost interesting.

As soon as the food came up, Ji Zhonghou said, "If I fill my stomach, I have to go back to the team to work overtime, so I won't drink wine. Leave a contact information and have a chance in the future. Then, who can explain the situation to me in the most concise language without any omissions? What you know."

He looked at me: "You seem to be called Xu Huo. I asked someone to check your information online. It turns out that you are really a forensic doctor. However, in some "informal" information, you seem to have another identity. It is related to that identity. It can be said that you are in the world. If the world does not involve illegal matters, you can keep it."

I said, "We are here to go to a local grocery store to do something, and... we also want to find someone."

"Which grocery store? What's the name? I'm very familiar with the local one."

Dou Dabao said quickly: "It seems to be a brush shop, without a name. I can't even find it in the navigation. I just say..."

But the Marquis of Jizhong seemed to be more daring to time and interrupted him: "Five Street, No. 11, open at 3 a.m. and close at 3 p.m. Buy a brush, you can go after 9 a.m. to close before closing. Buy something else, after opening at 3 a.m. and before 5 a.m.."

"Why is the time stuck so strange?" Sang Lan couldn't help asking.

Ji Zhonghou looked at me and suddenly smiled: "Because from 5 o'clock to 9 o'clock, the old man wanted to fry fried dough sticks, cook Hu spicy soup, and sell breakfast."

Sang Lan wanted to ask again, but was stopped by the blind man waved his hand.

So, I continued, "The purpose of our visit was so simple. But after getting off the highway, I got the phone, and someone told us that we should go there to save people as soon as possible..."

It can be seen that Ji Zhonghou is a person with a big temperament, so in addition to saying a few details that are completely useless, I have to explain it in detail. I have explained my experience after going to the villa area.

"The person who first suspected of attacking you outside the basement is now receiving treatment in the hospital. He must have been artificially disabled since he was very young." Ji Zhonghou's eyes turned to Li Chuang.

Li Chuang sighed and said, "He is my cousin. I have notified my second aunt and asked him to go to the hospital to recognize him.

I had told Brother Xu and the others before that our Li family seemed to be cursed. Whenever the second male in the family was born, no matter how safe it was taken care of, the eldest son would disappear inexplicably.

The last one is my cousin.

It was said to be a curse, but I actually didn't believe it myself. I believe that one of the great masters in my family told me when they were alive was the truth.

Clay-making man is a craft. Most of the crafts have the saying that it is passed on from inside but not outside, but in fact it is because of the fear that the disciples of the church starve to death.

Our Li family used to be the same rule.

I won’t talk about which dynasty or dynasty, I will only say that the old master of the Li family was nearly fifty years old and had no children. It was the greatest thing that he had no descendants, so he had to adopt a son from a distant relative.

The old man treated him as his own and taught him all his skills. He also learned very quickly and well.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to reason about giving birth. The old man took two concubines to give birth to a son, but when the old man was fifty, his original wife gave birth to a fat boy for him!

Another year later, my second grandmother gave birth to another one, and she was still a son.

In the third year, the third grandma gave birth to another one, and it was a twin.

The Li family originally made clay men to make a living by rushing to the market. They occasionally took big jobs and gave statues to temples and temples. They always had no worries about food and clothing, but they were not a big family.

Once there are more children, the expenses will be greater.

Back then, after fifty years, I was considered a serious old man? I didn’t know how to do other things, but I could only help with mud. How could I support my old children, one wife and two concubines?

It was too much forcing me. In addition to going to the market, the old man went to pull carts for people, pull people, and send coolies to subsidize their household income.

Alas, I don’t know how to call him a senior. Just say that the “first son” adopted by the old man is said to be particularly filial. When the old man goes to work, he will definitely not be idle.

But, although he is smart, he is too smart. Once, he was able to pick up goods for a familiar family, and the people asked him to help take a child to his hometown.

There were only more than twenty miles in total, but there was an unexpected storm. There was heavy rain on the way, and the river broke the dam and washed away the bridge... The goods were gone, and the children were missing.

What can the old man say? It can only be an apology and a compensation...

After that incident calmed down, about a year later. During that year, the "first son" earned a lot of money every time he went out. Almost all he earned alone was enough for the whole family.

Later, the money he brought home began to decrease again. Everyone in his family loved him and comforted him that there would be less.

But he was cautious and often hid under the eaves alone, holding his head to look at the ants on the ground.

Suddenly one day, he stopped watching the ants and said happily that he would go out to work.

Everyone in the family was emotionally infected by him and was happy for him.

But who is the old man? He has been observing people for most of his life and observing words and expressions. He is almost always able to tell fortunes for people!

When the "first son" went out that day, he was walking away with the old man who came back outside.

After saying hello, the old man immediately returned to the house and changed into neat clothes.

The old lady asked him what he was going to do?
Chapter completed!