Chapter 357 Science is the most terrifying
Chen Yang, like a drowning man grabbing the last straw, threw himself at Feng Ju desperately, his voice filled with desperate urgency:
"Captain Feng, Captain Feng, please help me."
Feng Ju's eyes were as cold as a poisoned blade. He swept his gaze across Chen Yang's face as if he was looking at a pile of fresh feces.
His black hands gleamed coldly under the incandescent light, and his tone was full of sarcasm:
"Not ruthless enough, not smart enough, but has ambitions far beyond his abilities."
He paused, and his voice suddenly turned cold, "It's idiots like you who are the most annoying."
Before he finished speaking, Feng Ju's mechanical arm had already grabbed Chen Yang's wrist.
The moment the metal and flesh touched, Chen Yang gasped in pain.
Feng Ju's fingers roughly pried open Chen Yang's fingers and pulled out the autopsy report that he had subconsciously clenched and was soaked with sweat.
Feng Ju quickly glanced at the autopsy report, then turned around and strode away. Dong Ping followed closely behind him.
Li Shang stood still, staring at Feng Ju's shaking mechanical black hand, his eyes filled with a mixture of annoyance and fear.
It was not until Feng Ju's back completely disappeared at the end of the corridor that Li Shang frowned and walked quickly towards the morgue.
No matter why Feng Ju wanted to snatch the autopsy report and what he was planning in his heart, the charred corpse that was brought back should not have been kept.
As a professional detective, Li Shang has a 100% crime-solving rate and has never made a false or wrongful conviction.
His secret lies in his almost abnormal sensitivity - he is always one step ahead and blocks all possible options for overturning the verdict.
He never gave the "murderer" a chance to overturn the verdict, because all the loopholes had been blocked by him, and the only thing left was the "truth" he gave.
This is Li Shang’s way of solving cases—not by looking for the truth, but by creating the truth.
In his world, the truth is never an objective existence, but a perfect work of art created by him.
Since he could convict people accurately, Li Shang could naturally help them get away with it perfectly. The logic behind this was consistent, and Li Shang had already grasped it thoroughly.
The cold air from the morgue hit him in the face, and Li Shang's hand gently pressed on the door handle.
Then, his eyes swept across the surveillance camera in the middle of the corridor. The little thing seemed to sense his displeasure and flashed twice obediently, then became blind.
Pulling open the heavy morgue door, two bodies lay silently on the cold metal plate.
One of the corpses was charred, with mushy skin and black flesh, and there was indeed a thin cut on the back. The other corpse had a circle of rough and terrifying stitches around its neck.
"I heard that the Second Prison has already been equipped with an incinerator, but the police station is far behind in this regard."
Fortunately, Li Shang had been prepared. He always kept a bottle of corpse-dissolving water in the pocket of his uniform jacket. The thumb-long bottle had no logo, except for a cartoon fox etched on the bottom, grinning strangely.
This is a "good stuff" he bought from the black market, which is much better than the "cleaners" produced by regular manufacturers on the market.
Regular products use up a full 100cc to dispose of a corpse, but this "fox bottle" only needs 25cc to make a corpse disappear without a trace.
The bottle is small, powerful, and easy to carry, truly achieving the goal of "one bottle is better than four bottles."
Li Shang unscrewed the bottle cap slowly, and light green liquid slowly flowed out from the bottle mouth.
The moment the liquid came into contact with the corpse, a burnt smell mixed with some sweet fruity aroma exploded in the morgue, and white smoke immediately emerged from the flesh, as if being swallowed by invisible flames.
The muscle tissue dissolved and evaporated at a speed visible to the naked eye. Even the bones turned into a pool of turbid liquid and finally seeped into the drain hole of the morgue.
The whole process was eerily silent, without even a trace of odor left behind, and the effect was cleaner than any corpse he had seen before that had been devoured by evil sacrifices.
Li Shang stood in front of the empty morgue cabinet, looking at the small puddle of water remaining at the bottom of the cabinet, and whispered to himself: "No wonder I always think that science is the most terrifying evil sacrifice!"
When the jerky friction sound of the metal door hinge pierced the silence of the morgue, Li Shang was using a cotton swab to wipe the last bit of remaining water stains on the edge of the metal cabinet.
He didn't stop moving when he caught a glimpse of a figure pushing the door open.
"As expected of a well-known detective in the police station, his interpretation of evidence is unmatched. Without the most important body, the autopsy report, whether true or false, is just a piece of waste paper."
Feng Ju's voice floated in with the smell of disinfectant. His eyes swept across the empty morgue and finally fell on the cotton swab in Li Shang's hand.
When Li Shang turned around, the cotton swab broke into powder in his palm. He stared coldly at the captain of the same level who rose up like a rocket and "replaced" him to serve the special envoy. His eyes were involuntarily attracted to the latter's mechanical arm.
Li Shang's face was stern and his tone was calm: "Hasn't Captain Feng been busy investigating [Mask] recently? It is said that there have been many murders near No. 8 Middle School in the past two days, and they are all related to [Mask]. How come Captain Feng still had time to go back to the bureau this morning?"
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Feng Ju knew that Li Shang was trying to point a finger at him. The truth about these murders could be hidden from the general public, but not from this detective. After all, the "death list" in their hands was compiled by the other party.
The subtext of this statement is - I won't interfere when you work for the special envoy, and I handle matters for the big shots, so please don't get in the way, and let's keep to ourselves.
In the cold light reflected by the morgue cabinet, Feng Ju had been up all night, his swollen face looked like a gloomy wax figure, and even his hypocritical smile was sticky: "Captain Li, don't look at me like a prisoner. I have no ill intentions in coming here. I just came here to express my gratitude."
Li Shang was stunned: "Thank you?"
Feng Ju half closed his eyes and smiled, "Yes, Feng Mu got into such a big trouble, and as his father he had to clean up the mess for him. But I didn't expect that Captain Li was such a kind-hearted person and rescued Feng Mu before I did."
Li Shang's pupils contracted slightly.
Feng Ju's smile deepened: "Well, Captain Li, don't you know?"
His voice suddenly lowered: "Is Feng Mu my useless son?"
…Feng Mu sat upright on the cold metal chair. The gray-white cement wall looked even more gloomy under the dim incandescent light.
He closed his eyes slightly, his long and thick eyelashes cast two shadows on his eyelids, and his breathing was steady and long.
He looked like he was just taking a relaxing nap at home.
The small space of the interrogation room seemed to have transformed into a state of mind, isolating it from the outside world and becoming an ideal place for retreat and cultivation.
"It is said that some special places, such as training laboratories built by large companies, or some hidden doors, will have some benefits for practicing martial arts. Unfortunately, I cannot set foot in those places for the time being. But maybe the police station will also have some benefits?"
Feng Mu had a feeling that the magnetic field of the patrol room was compatible with his nature. Maybe upgrading his martial arts here would bring him unexpected surprises? Feng Mu had nothing else to do, so he decided to take this opportunity to practice and upgrade his martial arts in seclusion in the patrol room.
He had recently accumulated a lot of skill proficiency points, a huge sum of 60,000 points, which he had never spent. He was not greedy, so he decided to retreat for a hundred years first...
(End of this chapter)
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