C68

Chapter 68 - Underworld Marriage

Ma Li stood up and looked at me suspiciously. "What did you smell?"

I looked at her in disbelief. After hesitating for a moment, I said, "You might have gotten yourself some corpse oil."

"Corpse oil?" Ma Li was startled.

I nodded. To be exact, I have never seen that kind of Evil Corpse Oil, I don't know what kind of smell it is, but I have also smelled it from Ma Li's and Su Yan's mouths.

The smell was different from the smell of burning corpses, as if something else had been mixed in with it.

Because I had a deep impression of this smell, even though the taste in Ma Li's mouth was very light, but from close proximity, I was still able to smell it.

Ma Li did not panic. Instead, she knitted her brows and thought for a while before saying:

"When I was examining Li Qingyuan at the art school, I found a broken porcelain bottle and some grease that seemed like animals in his pants pocket. He had already extracted the samples and had Da Liang and the others take the test."

"You did?" I asked quickly.

"No, I just smelled it when I took the sample." Ma Li said with certainty.

Smell it?

I seem to have thought about it a little.

The taste in Sang Lan's and Su Yan's mouth was unbearable, and it only came out when they were unconscious.

The taste in Ma Li's mouth was indistinct, if one did not carefully smell it, they would not be able to tell.

Could it be because it had only smelled it, that its luck was so low that the female ghost could take advantage of it?

That was too weird, too domineering …

I told Ma Li not to think too much into it. She said that she did not think too much into it.

I admired this senior sister of mine from the bottom of my heart and asked her what the smell of corpse oil was like.

She said it was just a faint, hard to describe smell, but it wasn't really a stink.

Think about it, if the corpse oil itself was extremely stinky, then even if it was mixed into the drink, Sang Lan would still be able to smell it.

The next morning, I asked her to open her mouth again. When I smelled it, the stench was gone.

It seems that it was just as I thought, she had only smelled it and was tainted with a little bit of killing intent, concealing her Haozheng Qi, which was why she was possessed by Miss Gui.

After a night of sleep, he had accumulated enough essence, energy, and divine. The infernal energy had been dispelled by his own body.

When I got back to the city, I asked my colleague, Daliang, about the results of the oil sample.

Dazhuang, who had always been free from taboos, actually retched twice before announcing that the main ingredient of the fat was human fat, mixed with rat and frog fat.

I feel sick listening to it.

If Sang Lan knew that she had drunk that damned thing into her stomach, she would definitely go crazy.

Corpse oil … drop head...

I really don't understand why anyone would do these wicked things.

The key was that there were still many people who coveted the evil effects of the corpse oil.

I will report this to Zhao Qi.

Zhao Qi raised his eyebrows and said:

"Seems like Li Qingyuan is asking for love, he wants to use the corpse oil to achieve his goal. Could the person who killed him know that he wanted to do this, so he killed him in order to protect Sang Lan? Also, where did all this corpse oil come from? "

I didn't dare to make any wild guesses, so I spoke in the same tone as Ma Li: "The medical examiner is only responsible for the inspection and analysis, the investigation is a matter of your criminal investigation."

Zhao Qi rolled his eyes in anger, "Just learn from your senior sister!"

I grinned. Actually, he also knew that if the medical examiner gave his opinion, it would more or less affect the subjective judgment. It would be disadvantageous.

"What did Sang Lan arrange?" I asked.

Zhao Qi said: "I already told Shen Qing to go and protect her. Right, today's your birthday, happy birthday."

As he spoke, he opened a drawer and took out a beautifully wrapped small gift box, placing it on the table.

I took out my cell phone and looked at the date. Today is my Chinese Lunar Birthday.

"How did you know it was my birthday?" I asked, puzzled.

Most of our birthdays here are Lunar Birthdays, after my grandfather passed away, I never had a birthday again, even Sun Lu and Zhang Xi don't know what day my birthday is.

Zhao Qi rubbed his nose and said:

"The gift was left behind by Sang Lan when she left yesterday. She specifically told me to pass it to you today, and asked me to tell you that she chose it because it has nothing to do with her mother."

Oh, so it was her. Needless to say, that woman told her what my birthday was.

I picked up the gift box and opened it. Inside was a bright-green kerosene lighter and a piece of paper folded into a square.

He opened the slip of paper. It read: "Smoke less."

I recognized Ji Yayun's handwriting and hit the lighter. Looking at the orange flames, I couldn't tell what it felt like.

"Bro, a lighter can move you to this state? If I give you another bottle of kerosene, wouldn't you have to devote your life to it? " Zhao Qi laughed and teased.

I shrugged and said nothing.

Ever since I was young, Grandpa has always cooked me two white eggs for my birthday.

After my grandfather died, I never had a birthday and I never cried again.

Birthday gift? It was the first time I'd received a birthday present.

I kept the lighter and the slip of paper. Just as I was about to leave, Zhao Qi's phone rang.

He glanced at the screen, picked up the phone, and walked over to grab me.

"Where is it? Are you sure. "Alright, help me keep an eye on him, I'll be right over."

Zhao Qi hung up and dragged me out.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"We found the rolled eyes, it's in Dong Jia Village!"

"Dong Jia Village?" I was stunned for a moment, ran back to the laboratory to grab my bag, and followed Zhao Qi to the car.

Leaving the police station, Zhao Qi turned on the siren, causing the wind to blow furiously as he rushed to Dong Jia Village.

After getting off the carriage at the entrance of the village, Zhao Qi called the informant who had found the rolled eyes and quickly headed back to the village.

It was lunchtime now, and there was no one on the way.

They arrived at the western end of the village after Zhao Qi. From afar, they saw Shou Hou smoking with his back leaning against a wutong tree.

I followed Zhao Qi and ran over. Zhao Qi suppressed his voice and asked, "Where is he?"

Shou Hou slowly took a puff on his cigarette and then placed his palm in front of him.

Zhao Qi frowned as he took out his wallet, taking out three red hairs and placing them in his hands.

Shou Hou took a deep breath on his cigarette, then pointed back at a farmhouse behind the Wutong tree: "I saw it for real, it was still inside."

Zhao Qi glanced at the wall of the courtyard and cursed in a low voice, "Fuck, I want to see if he's a human or a ghost. Xu Huo, you stand guard outside, I will go inside and take a look … "

"Motherf * cker!"

I cursed and took two steps back without a care. Then, I flipped over the wall while holding onto the edge of the wall with one of my runners.

Zhao Qi also tumbled inside, pulling me and whispering, "What are you doing? Did you discover something? "

I looked around and saw that the door to the hall was ajar. I picked up a shovel from the wall and held it in my hand.

Zhao Qi looked at me without asking any further questions. He touched the gun in his waist and picked up a pickaxe from the side.

He winked at me, and I nodded in understanding, and stood by the window with my shovel.

"The people inside, come out!" Zhao Qi shouted, and at the same time kicked the door open.

"I'll go!" Zhao Qi clearly trembled, and then, he stiffened in place.

I heard nothing from inside and rushed to the door, "Captain Zhao, what's wrong?"

As soon as I asked this question, I shivered as if I had been electrocuted when I saw what was going on in the room. The corners of my mouth couldn't help but twitch.

Inside the room, there was a black canopy and a black and white photo frame was placed on the table. This place was actually set up as a mourning hall!

My blood was boiling and my vision was turning black. Gritting my teeth, I grabbed my shovel and walked into the house. I tore the tent off the beam.

He wanted to smash the picture on the table, but suddenly realized that the person in one of the photos, was Sang Lan!

The other black-and-white photo showed a middle-aged man I didn't know.

I took a closer look at the offerings on the table and couldn't help sucking in a few breaths of cold air.

Although it was a mourning hall, there were red candles. There were no incense sticks in the censer, only a small, yellow rice filled censer.

The steamed bun for the offering was not an ordinary steamed bun, but a sugar triangle filled with white sugar. There was also a plate of white bread with the word "Big Red" written on it. This was a wedding cake!

Looking at these photos of Sang Lan, my head started to buzz.

Ordinary people would never use this kind of offering to worship someone who had passed away.

Red and white matters were mixed together in a mixture of etiquette. This was a marriage match for the underworld!

The key was that Sang Lan did not die!

"Captain Zhao, immediately check who the man in the photo is …"

I forcefully suppressed my fluctuating emotions and just as I said those words, I suddenly became stunned once more.

In the picture, the face of the middle-aged man, who was originally considered to be in peace, suddenly became ferocious. His eyes were wide open, as if he was glaring at me in hatred.

Instinctively, I reached into my bag, and when I took out the cymbidium, the man's face in the photo suddenly went blank!