"Excuse me, is Mr. Song Qushan in this ward?"
"Who are you?"
"I'm a police officer!" The police chief flashed his badge. "I have some questions for Mr. Song."
The nurse was in a dilemma. After thinking for a moment, she said, "The patient is not in good spirits and needs to rest. Whether he can see the police depends on the attending physician's confirmation."
"Okay! Which way?"
The nurse pointed to a room, and the police chief nodded and strode over.
He had just reached the door when he heard the conversation inside, and he suddenly stopped in his tracks.
"Take a look at this film, something just doesn't feel right to it."
"Let me see! ... Hmm? Something's not right. How can the bone age be over 700? Did they add an extra zero?"
"I guess so. The main purpose of this test is to check the patient's osteoporosis. This level of osteoporosis is just too exaggerated. Seven hundred years? Haha, who can live for seven hundred years?"
"Go back quickly. That patient's family is not easy to deal with. They were just arguing in the ward. Ugh! It's not worth it if something goes wrong and they come after us."
Seven hundred years!!!
The police chief's heart clenched, and he knocked on the door and went inside.
"I'm a police officer. I'd like to see the video you just showed. I'm sorry, but it's very important; it's related to a major case."
The two doctors looked at each other, not having had time to decide whether to give it or not.
The police chief has received the test report and is carefully reviewing it.
After reading it, he was in a daze. His gaze fell on Song Qushan's ward, and he felt his steps become unsteady.
The test report clearly states: bone age over 740 years.
He has been in contact with corpses for many years and knows that the error in bone age testing is about five to six years, and there will never be a difference of hundreds of years.
He thought for a moment, then made a phone call.
"Send a forensic team over here!"
...
Song Qushan was wheeled out of the ward and underwent another set of tests.
He was quite cooperative; the closer he got to death, the less he wanted to die.
He still had many things to settle after his death, and unfilial children and grandchildren to deal with; he couldn't die.
He drifted off to sleep, dreaming of Song Cheng, his carefully chosen successor, whose temperament and character were remarkably similar to his own. But Song Cheng was dead, killed by that woman, and he too was about to die; they would meet again in the underworld.
No!
He killed so many people; they're all waiting for him in the underworld.
In a daze, he woke up again.
When I opened my eyes, the room was full of police officers.
"Song Qushan, you're under arrest!"
A police officer flashes an arrest warrant.
Song Qushan's eyes were wide open, and he forced himself to stay calm, speaking in a firm tone.
"reason!"
"You are suspected of a murder case involving 100,000 people. Please come with us for investigation!"
The policeman who said those words felt inexplicably awkward: 100,000 people, the strongest executioner in history.
"Hahaha! Ridiculous!!" Song Qushan sneered.
The police officer remained silent and slowly produced a stack of photos.
Upon seeing the photo, Song Qushan's expression instantly changed, fear filling every cell of his body.
He's the person in all those photos.
He wore different clothes in different eras and was accompanied by different women.
"How...how did you find it?"
“Mr. Song, photography technology has a history of more than 100 years. You were one of the earliest to try it. In particular, the Song family is a large family, so it is not difficult to find your photos.”
Song Qushan closed his eyes, concealing the fear in his heart, and pretended to be indifferent, saying, "How did you guess it was me!"
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