Chapter 361 What is the real art?
The convoy galloped on the highway.
Inside the car, Gong Qi leaned sideways on the leather seat, staring at Feng Mu with bright eyes, as if he was expecting something.
Feng Mu smiled slightly and slowly took out a document from his arms———Forensic Pathology Appraisal No. sdecs-458, District Ninth Police Station
The paper is very new, and there are still remaining on it. The smell of ink is a copy of the autopsy report.
He asked Chang Erbing for the copy, and the original was taken away by Feng Ju. However, the computer system of the police room was archived. Chang Erbing did not need to report such a small matter, and he printed it out with a computer. He's there.
Gong Qi took the document, opened the report, and his eyes quickly swept across every line of words, and his pupils gradually expanded as the content deepened.
Every detail on the autopsy report is shockingly clear—a wound piercing the lungs, burning marks, impact points of falling from the building...
These detailed texts , the murder scene is reproduced professionally and meticulously, and every word seems to grow perfectly on Gong Qi's XP.
In the past, when the second senior sister Liu Shau planned specific actions in the army team building activities, he always felt that those plans were lacking, but he couldn't tell which one was missing.
Now, he suddenly realized that those plans lack this meticulous and precise control of every link of the plan to kill, and the less professionalism highlighted in this report.
The autopsy report is art!
"This is..." Gong Qi's voice was a little tight, as if he was strangled by something invisible.
Feng Mu leaned on the seat, looked into the distance through the car window, and said in an understatement: "I used to call Mrs. Hongya on the phone, and this was my reward that I promised her. .”
He paused, turned to look at Gong Qi, and smiled even deeper: "I have to live in the Second Prison recently, so I won't go back to the martial arts hall tonight. Please give me the gift to my junior sister. .”
Gong Qi's fingers unconsciously stroked the edge of the paper, and his breathing gradually became rapid.
His eyes stayed on the report for a moment, then looked up at Feng Mu, with some unconcealed excitement flashing in his eyes:
"Junior brother, this is what to..."
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Feng Mu did not answer directly, but leaned slightly, approached Gong Qi's ear, and explained a few words in a low voice.
Feng Mu's voice was very calm, but when he fell into Gong Qi's ears, he felt that every word his junior brother said was power to make him possess.
Gong Qi's breathing became heavy, and his fingers clenched involuntarily.
"So that's it..."
Gong Qi took a deep breath and tried to calm down his excitement. His eyes fell on Feng Mu's face again, and his expression became extremely serious: >
"Don't worry, junior brother, I will definitely hand over this gift to Hongya on time." Chen Yang walked out of the gate of the police room, and the night wind blew towards him with a wet breath.
He stood on the steps, raised his head slightly, took a deep breath, as if he wanted to inhale all the free air into his lungs.
He thought he would be imprisoned for a long time and had even made the worst plans, but unexpectedly, the interrogation was suddenly stopped and he was released.
The night is very dark, and there are almost no pedestrians on the streets. Only a few dim street lights swaying in the wind, casting mottled light and shadow.
Chen Yang's steps were a little sloppy, as if he was stepping on cotton, and he was still immersed in an unreal feeling.
He touched his pocket, took out the cigarette box, took out a cigarette and lit it. He took a deep breath, and the smoke slowly dissipated in the night, as if some invisible pressure was temporarily released.
He walked to the side of the road, raised his gauze-wrapped hands, stopped a taxi, and reported the address at home.
The car was galloping on the empty street, and the scenery outside the car window was retreating rapidly. Chen Yang's eyes were a little distracted and his mind was in chaos. "Despicable and shameless, framed, the police station is so dark, damn, damn, all deserve to die." Chen Yang muttered and scolded.
The car parked downstairs of his house, Chen Yang paid the money, got out of the car and walked into the corridor.
The lights in the corridor were broken and dark, with only a little light coming from outside the window, and I could barely see the steps under my feet.
He walked to the door of his house, took out the key, inserted it into the keyhole, and turned it gently, and the door opened.
The room was pitch black, and there was a faint smell in the air, like the smell of some kind of chemical. Chen Yang frowned and reached out to touch the switch on the wall.
Suddenly, his movements stopped.
In the darkness, he felt a cold breath coming from behind, like some cold-blooded creature approaching.
His heartbeat suddenly accelerated, his fingers trembled slightly, but he still pressed the switch.
The light is on.
The room was empty, but the cold aura still existed, as if it was right behind him.
"Who?" he asked in a low voice, his voice hoarse.
No one answered.
Chen Yang turned around suddenly, but saw nothing.
A layer of cold sweat had already oozed out of his back, and his gauze-wrapped palms were clenched tightly, and the gauze was covered with blood.
The room was terriblely quiet, only his breathing echoed in the air.
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading! "No one, is it because I was under too much pressure today?" Chen Yang took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and turned around and walked towards the living room.
However, just as he took his first step, a sharp pain suddenly came from behind, like some sharp object piercing into his body.
His pupils suddenly contracted, and a low muffled groan came from his throat, and he froze in place.
He looked down and saw a sharp blade piercing out from his chest. The blade was covered with blood. The blood beads dripped along the blade onto the floor, making a "tick" sound.
His lungs were pierced and breathing became extremely difficult. Every inhalation was accompanied by severe pain, like a fire burning in his chest. "Who are you..." He spoke with difficulty, his voice as if squeezed out from the depths of his throat, with a tremor of despair.
No one answered.
He felt the blade slowly rotate in his body, like some cruel game, tormenting his nerves.
Suddenly, a cold liquid poured down from the top of his head and flowed all over his body along his hair, cheeks, and neck.
That's oil.
The strong smell of gasoline filled his nose, causing him to almost suffocate.
His pupils suddenly contracted, and his heart beat wildly, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.
"No...don't..." He spoke with difficulty, with a desperate plea in his voice.
However, only a sneer like a poisonous snake spitting a letter was answered.
"Bang--"
The lighter sounded in the darkness, and then a cluster of flames pounded in front of his eyes.
Through the flames, Chen Yang saw a pair of poisonous snake-like eyes, staring at him coldly, with a kind of cruel pleasure.
"Feng Mu asked me to tell you that he likes your gift very much, and I hope you can also like this return gift."
A sinister voice rang in his ears, with a sickly satisfying feeling.
The next second, the lighter rotated and landed towards his body.
(This chapter ends)