"Fucking tens of thousands of forwarding..." "The real-time hot search is the third from the bottom on the rising trend!" "Where is Deputy Liao? Hurry up and find Deputy Liao to contact the Cyberspace Administration, come on!"
There was noisiness in the large office of the Criminal Investigation Detachment, and half of the detachment crowded in front of Cai Lin's computer. Bu Chonghua pushed in with two cups, frowning and said, "What are you doing?"
"Boss!" Cai Lin pissed out: "Look, Gao Ling's case is a hot search!"
Everyone was rushing to step aside, Bu Chonghua's face was sinking, holding a thermos cup in one hand, and putting the mug in the other hand to Wu Yu who was caught off guard. He got up and squeezed into front of the computer. The first thing to do was to bear the brunt of a high-definition magnified image-mobile phone\terminal one Remember in seconds "www.999xs.com" provides you with wonderful novels and reading
On the screen, there were faintly visible warning lights flickering in the distance, reflecting the reflective cordon, Little Gui forensic doctor's face was pale, Cai Lin's facial features shifted with endurance, and the two were bending down and putting a stretcher underground. On the stretcher is the remains of Gao Ling's already giant view. Wuqing is swollen and shocking. Only the face is mosaic, and the rest is not covered.
[Jinhai city burst! Take you to the news for the first time! 】
[Go straight to the front line of criminal police and pay tribute to those who are carrying forward! 】
[New progress has been made in the White-Bone Murder case, is there another girl victim in Si Lihe? ! 】
[Summer comes, don’t let your children swim in unfamiliar waters, otherwise this will be the lesson! ! 】
...
"Satisfaction to your sister, tribute to your paralysis!" Cai Lin exclaimed angrily: "Which of the fucking grandson took a cell phone on the spot, you'll be a p! You are not afraid that Gao Ling can go to you at night. Can you make a mosaic for Grandpa Cai? It’s the first time in my damn my life that I’m on a hot search, and the hot reviews say I look like a monkey?!"
Bu Chonghua Senbai's face was expressionless, and he quickly flipped through a few of the most widely circulated pictures. First of all, he confirmed one thing: Wu Yu was not taken in any photos.
No one noticed his tight shoulders loosened silently.
Bu Chonghua closed his eyes, and the crime scene under the haze sky came to mind in the early morning, and his memory accurately pinched every minute and second, and quickly retrieved every detail of the screen frame after frame-seven or eight guessing the winner The criminal police rushed to get the gas mask survey, the trace inspectors who swiftly opened the way back and forth with the survey board, the criminal cameras with flashing lights one after another, and several interns from the brigade rushing forward...
"Dog handler," Bu Chonghua opened his eyes.
"Huh? Who?"
"When you moved the corpse down the river beach, a few people went up to help. A few newcomers from the police dog brigade leaned in behind, which matches the shooting angle of these pictures. Liao Gang!"
Liao Gang quickly squeezed in: "Hey!"
“Contact the Office of the Cyberspace Administration of China to say that the clues of the serious case have leaked. Try to block keywords. If the keywords cannot be used, block the pictures. Call the police dog brigade instructor to seize the mobile phones of those people.” Bu Chonghua stood up and said: Whoever, the assistant police immediately dismissed, the interns returned, the student police notified the school to record the punishment, just say what I said.
"Yes!"
Cai Lin slid and got up, followed Liao Gang's footsteps, and asked in a low voice: "Brother Liao, you are my brother. Can the Internet police help you find out who the grandsons who say I am like a monkey are?" This thing is a personal attack, I am such a handsome young man, if I look like the Great Sage Qitian..."
Everyone in the Criminal Investigation Detachment received curious news from relatives, friends and classmates, and their cell phones clinked and shouted. Only Wu Yu was very quiet beside him, standing outside the crowd, staring at the full glass that Bu Chonghua came over in amazement——
Hot milk.
This kind of warm plot shouldn't have happened to Bu Chonghua, Wu Yu finally hesitated for a while and took a sip, the next second: "Puff!"
This must have expired!
Wu Yu coughed and coughed. Just as he was about to pour milk into the potted plant while people were not paying attention, he saw Bu Chonghua turn his head across the crowd, his expression was unquestionable, and his fingers pointed at him a little further away, meaning no, accurate, or pour .
Wu Yu: "..."
Bu Chonghua raised his eyebrows when his mobile phone rang suddenly. He looked down and saw that the caller ID showed Chen Yuanliang, the old scholar who had promised to help them check the information.
"Hello, Old Chen?"
"Is it Bu Detachment?" Old Chen's voice was hoarse, and he didn't know if he was anxious to get angry: "My student just showed me the hot search on Weibo, is there a second victim in the Silihe case? ?!"
Bu Chonghua had a short meal.
"Are you at the Public Security Bureau? I'll come here." The pages of the page were flipped on the phone, and Old Chen didn't wait to answer, so he shot into the microphone like a machine gun: "My student found some information, which may be useful to you—— It's about that skull helmet!"
·
After half an hour, the reception room.
After only a few days, Mr. Chen felt a lot of haggard, and two huge dark circles hung behind his reading glasses. In the guest room, only the slight movement of the paper gently flipping can be heard. After a while, Bu Chonghua closed the materials, sorted out his thoughts, and muttered, "So maybe the helmet worn by the murderer is a real cultural relic?"
The door opened with a click, and the one who came in carrying the hot water bottle was not the intern Xiao Cui Huo, but it was Wu Yu who respectfully made a Lipton black tea bag for the old expert with a disposable paper cup.
Bu Chonghua: "..."
This attitude of diligent service, let alone the leader of the detachment, even Xu Ju or Song Ju had never seen it before, and Bu Chonghua used his fingertips to pinch the upright nose.
"Thank you, thank you." Old Chen didn't know that he was enjoying the treatment at the hall level. He took the disposable paper cup and turned to Bu Chonghua worriedly: "On the picture of foreign museum materials you showed me, that Gabala On the top of the skull, there are small holes left by the “open top” of the repaired waffle, and there are a lot of them, which shows that the skull owner was indeed a great lama before his life. As for whether the murderer in the Silihe case wore a real cultural relic or an imitation, the theory I have to find the helmet to confirm it—but I just heard the student say that another victim has appeared. Is this true? It's also a girl?"
Bu Chonghua didn't say a word.
Old Chen had already got the answer from the dead silence, sighed and put the paper cup on the coffee table, and sighed: "It's a sin, what a sin!"
Wu Yu leaned back against the window sill and couldn't help asking: "Can only the head of a great lama be used as a helmet?"
"If it is an ordinary skull bowl, it is possible to use a monk skull or a living sacrifice skull presented by a chieftain. However, it is true that only the great lama can be used as a helmet and magic weapon in the literature." Old Chen was in front of Bu Chonghua. The printed material took a shot and said: "The helmet and magical artifact in your hands, which is exiled overseas, I also went around and inquired about it. It is said that it was made from the skull of a great lama who failed to kill others and was punished. It was sold at a high price in Europe and was later donated to a museum. Because of the extremely scarce quantity and complicated production process, this kind of helmet is not usually taken out for practice like ordinary Gabala bowls, and will only be worn on specific occasions. ."
Bu Chonghua had a hunch for the specific occasion in his words: "Living sacrifice?"
"Yes, a living sacrifice." Old Chen solemnly said.
He flipped through the information and pointed to a few pages of Thangka color printing: "Blood-drinking King Kong, Mahakala, Bandaram, Duike Kalachakra... If you look at these old thangkas that summon the gods, you will I found that there is one of the most prominent features: the gods hold a skull bowl for drinking, and the bowl is filled with fresh human brains. The reason why there are so many images related to the head and the brain is because the human head is the most important and original source of practice The place where everyone’s soul and strength will gather on the top of the skull after death."
Wu Yu pointed carefully at his temple: "The soul of the executed lama, also...?"
"Yes." Mr. Chen did not hesitate to affirm his question: "The front of the human bone helmet is carved with gold-winged Garuda, and the top of the skull is carved with the corpse of the Buddha. The inner side is cast with copper and silver. They are all used to oppress the living sacrifices. This kind of human bone helmet has been in the serf society for hundreds of years. It is engraved with magic spells. It will only be used when a living person is used as a sacrifice. I don’t know how many serfs have been killed. It is already a very evil and very dangerous old object."
The great lama who died with grievance was made into a human bone helmet, engraved with countless mysterious religious symbols and evil spells, and was continued to be worn and slaughtered by countless living sacrifices... If the great lama’s soul is attached to On the helmet, his grievances were really soaring, and it was more than enough to take out ten Sadako.
Wu Yu put his arms on his chest, he heard what he was thinking, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Bu Chonghua glanced at him, knowing what level of treatment he could enjoy, so he got up and took a glass of water by himself, standing in front of the drinking fountain and asked casually, "But even if it is a real cultural relic hidden in the folk, It should be ruined if it soaks in the river. Why does this murderer throw millions in the water?"
Old Chen put his wrinkled hands in front of him, his gaze from behind the reading glasses looked at the back of the young criminal investigator detachment earnestly, and there was no joking in his tone: "I suspect he is crazy. Or, he is being boned. Something in the helmet is controlled."
Bu Chonghua turned his head and raised his eyebrows.
"We talk about Marxism and atheism. You policemen have all passed civil service examinations. You should not believe this." Chen Laoqing said with a pale face: "But when we study folk culture, we do find that many things cannot be used in modern times. To explain scientifically, those karma, Feng Shui evil spirits, ghost houses abroad, unexplainable suicide resorts... If they are all coincidences, it would be too far-fetched. For the most direct example, the Tibetan herdsmen who were originally illiterate, After having a high fever and having a dream, King Gesar was able to recite hundreds of millions of words without a teacher. Can modern science be used to explain these heavenly poets?"
"..."
"Originally ordinary children, when they come into contact with the great lama’s magical instruments, especially the remains, they can recall their past and present lives and transform themselves into eminent monks and great virtues. These are very common in Tibetan documents. There are generations in all places. Isn’t it true that every dynasty and every generation is telling a lie unanimously?"
Bu Chonghua was silent.
"If something in the human bone helmet affects the murderer, causing him to go crazy and kill randomly... I think it is possible." Old Chen took off his reading glasses and rubbed his tired eyes, and said solemnly, "The unknown is too much. There are too many, so some people say that the end of science is philosophy, and the end of philosophy is theology."
Bu Chonghua took a sip, grave and stern couldn't see what he was thinking from his side, and he slowly said, "If the motive for the crime has not been found out, I will consider your opinion."
Old Chen sighed and frowned again, "This time the victim is also a female student?"
Bu Chonghua didn't mention Gao Ling's background, only said: "I'm a teenage girl."
"Are there any characteristics?"
Bu Chonghua pondered for a moment, Wu Yu hesitated on the side and asked, "Does the sacrifice have to be a virgin?"
Old Chen did not react: "In theory, it should be..."
"What about pregnancy?"
"Huh?" Old Chen was stunned for a few seconds, and then lost his face in shock: "So there are two victims?!"
"...Huh?" Wu Yu hesitated: "The fetus... can't be counted as a victim, right?"
Old Chen and Wu Yu looked at each other for a moment, and they both looked confused. Bu Chonghua sighed while holding his forehead on the side, and said, "He means that the teenage girl is pregnant. It's not that there is a pregnant woman besides the little girl... Wu Yu, if you want to speak well, think about it. The receptivity of the elderly."
Old Chen said, "Oh--" and smiled awkwardly while holding the reading glasses: "I'm old and can't keep up with the trend. We were all married first and have children...Very good, good."
What's so good?
Bu Chonghua shook his head nonchalantly, and turned off the subject and asked, "Have you ever heard of the use of pregnant women as sacrifices for living people?"
"Pregnant woman--" Old Chen thought for a while, and gestured at the navel in front of him: "Do you know the three chakras and seven chakras?"
Wu Yu was unclear, so Bu Chonghua asked, "Navel chakra?"
"No, this position belongs to the manipura chakra in men, and the'sea chakra' in women. The uterus is the'sea bottom'. It is indeed a kind of material for making magical artifacts-but does not include the fetus." Old Chen said in a serious tone: "I have been studying folk religions for many years. The legends of the great lamas cutting the belly of pregnant women and eating fetuses are just scary, and there is no documentary support at all. The other cults that have a lot of poisonousness have not used fetuses to worship evil gods. So the murderer specifically The possibility of killing pregnant women should be relatively small."
Bu Chonghua nodded, got up and shook hands with Old Chen politely: "Thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule. We will carefully consider the clues you provide. There is one more thing, if you can find out in the industry. Information about human bones and artifacts, such as who likes to collect these things, is there someone who buys and sells these collections..."
"Understand, I understand." Old Chen clasped Bu Chonghua in his two wrinkled hands and looked at him seriously: "Anywhere you need help, please feel free to speak up. I will try my best! Keep in touch!"
Wu Yu had a different attitude towards people with profound knowledge. He took the initiative to send Mr. Chen out of the Public Security Bureau, but the old man repeatedly declined, and Bu Chonghua called an intern from the corridor to send him downstairs. The old Xuexu spent a few days searching for documents and materials. He walked up and stumbled. When he got out of the Criminal Investigation Detachment building, he slipped and almost fell down the steps. Fortunately, the two young students he brought with him were always waiting at the door. He rushed to hold on, and hurriedly helped him into the car.
Bu Chonghua retracted his gaze, only listening to Wu Yu asking behind him: "What do you think?"
"What do you think?" Bu Chonghua asked back.
Wu Yu put one hand in his trouser pocket, and played with the lighter intently with the other: "I believe it."
"..."
"What is your expression, I'm not a high-achieving student who graduated from a prestigious school like you." Wu Yu laughed and said, "If you stay on the poor and chaotic border like me for more than ten years, you will dance with witches, living Buddhas, and The big gods and the little ghosts are mixed together, and you are embarrassed to go out without a Buddha sign on your neck. You believe in these things.
"……why?"
"Drug dealers believe." Wu Yu glanced at him, feeling quite interesting: "The more you are drug dealers, the more you believe in this. Walk around the most chaotic place in the Golden Triangle. Ten drug dealers and nine believe in Buddha. You have no distractions. Of course people are the opposite."
Bu Chonghua was indifferent to his veiled teasing, and said indifferently: "I didn't mean it. On the contrary, if the murderer is really a fanatical cult believer, he understands the religious meaning of the skull helmet very well, and he receives strong psychological hints to kill." Sacrifice is possible."
"Oh?"
"But psychological hints are included in human behavior, and they still belong to the scope of modern science." Bu Chonghua said in Wu Yu's creaking sound, "I believe karma is a kind of man-made, Feng Shui The doctrine is the result of a combination of factors such as geography, psychology, coincidence, and group effects. But I don’t believe in ghosts and gods. All farce directed by ghosts and gods will inevitably be covered with human fingerprints behind the curtain."
As soon as Wu Yu's fingers stopped, Huo Miao ran away and said with a smile: "You guys who have studied well, you are really good at speaking."
"It's easy to say that people who have gone through the civil service examinations speak in this tone." Bu Chonghua disapproved, and took the lead out of the reception room. Wu Yu followed him while pulling out a cigarette from the cigarette case. Suddenly he only heard what he remembered. Stopped: "Yes, that Liu Li—"
Wu Yu followed his footsteps and said, "What are you doing?"
"The nephew of Old Shao of the anti-drug detachment next door is at the Heyun Road Police Station. Their public security targets for this month cannot be met. They want to use Liu Li to top it off and send him to the forced rehabilitation center. Are you okay?"
"Huh?" Wu Yu was holding a cigarette: "What should I say?"
The two of them stood facing each other by the corridor window. Wu Yu looked blank and described as thin, with a cigarette dangling between his teeth, holding the lighter before it lit.
Two scenes are clearly unrelated, but that moment suddenly coincides with a moment in memory——
"You don't smoke?" Someone whispered in his ear while biting his canine teeth. Every word was full of condescending provocations: "Then I teach you?"
Bu Chonghua's pupils shrank slightly, and his complexion seemed a bit strange in an instant, but before anyone noticed it, he slashed his hand and snatched the cigarette from Wu Yu's mouth: "You still smoke! How many do you have? , Do you want the lungs! Have you drunk the milk?"
Wu Yu: "..."
"If you drink it, go home and go to sleep. Come back to work the night shift at night and wait for the autopsy results, go!"
Bu Chonghua rubbed the cigarette into the trash can and threw Wu Yu into the elevator without any explanation, and personally pressed the down button. With a slap on Wu Yu's lighter, he went blank and stared at him angrily: "Just your expired milk, it's so bad that it's so bad that you can drink it, you almost get it!"
Bu Chonghua said in his heart that your sister is overdue, and you still pick a two-hundred-dollar bag of milk powder. Your grandson is really good enough, so he said impatiently: "Imported milk powder is like that!"
Ding--
The elevator doors closed slowly between the two of them, and then they slid down.
"..." Wu Yu looked inexplicable and muttered to himself for a long while: "Oh, it was imported?"
"Fucking tens of thousands of forwarding..." "The real-time hot search is the third from the bottom on the rising trend!" "Where is Deputy Liao? Hurry up and find Deputy Liao to contact the Cyberspace Administration, come on!"
There was noisiness in the large office of the Criminal Investigation Detachment, and half of the detachment crowded in front of Cai Lin's computer. Bu Chonghua pushed in with two cups, frowning and said, "What are you doing?"
"Boss!" Cai Lin pissed out: "Look, Gao Ling's case is a hot search!"
Everyone was rushing to step aside, Bu Chonghua's face was sinking, holding a thermos cup in one hand, and putting the mug in the other hand to Wu Yu who was caught off guard. He got up and squeezed into front of the computer. The first thing to do was to bear the brunt of a high-definition magnified image-mobile phone\terminal one Remember in seconds "www.999xs.com" provides you with wonderful novels and reading
On the screen, there were faintly visible warning lights flickering in the distance, reflecting the reflective cordon, Little Gui forensic doctor's face was pale, Cai Lin's facial features shifted with endurance, and the two were bending down and putting a stretcher underground. On the stretcher is the remains of Gao Ling's already giant view. Wuqing is swollen and shocking. Only the face is mosaic, and the rest is not covered.
[Jinhai city burst! Take you to the news for the first time! 】
[Go straight to the front line of criminal police and pay tribute to those who are carrying forward! 】
[New progress has been made in the White-Bone Murder case, is there another girl victim in Si Lihe? ! 】
[Summer comes, don’t let your children swim in unfamiliar waters, otherwise this will be the lesson! ! 】
...
"Satisfaction to your sister, tribute to your paralysis!" Cai Lin exclaimed angrily: "Which of the fucking grandson took a cell phone on the spot, you'll be a p! You are not afraid that Gao Ling can go to you at night. Can you make a mosaic for Grandpa Cai? It’s the first time in my damn my life that I’m on a hot search, and the hot reviews say I look like a monkey?!"
Bu Chonghua Senbai's face was expressionless, and he quickly flipped through a few of the most widely circulated pictures. First of all, he confirmed one thing: Wu Yu was not taken in any photos.
No one noticed his tight shoulders loosened silently.
Bu Chonghua closed his eyes, and the crime scene under the haze sky came to mind in the early morning, and his memory accurately pinched every minute and second, and quickly retrieved every detail of the screen frame after frame-seven or eight guessing the winner The criminal police rushed to get the gas mask survey, the trace inspectors who swiftly opened the way back and forth with the survey board, the criminal cameras with flashing lights one after another, and several interns from the brigade rushing forward...
"Dog handler," Bu Chonghua opened his eyes.
"Huh? Who?"
"When you moved the corpse down the river beach, a few people went up to help. A few newcomers from the police dog brigade leaned in behind, which matches the shooting angle of these pictures. Liao Gang!"
Liao Gang quickly squeezed in: "Hey!"
“Contact the Office of the Cyberspace Administration of China to say that the clues of the serious case have leaked. Try to block keywords. If the keywords cannot be used, block the pictures. Call the police dog brigade instructor to seize the mobile phones of those people.” Bu Chonghua stood up and said: Whoever, the assistant police immediately dismissed, the interns returned, the student police notified the school to record the punishment, just say what I said.
"Yes!"
Cai Lin slid and got up, followed Liao Gang's footsteps, and asked in a low voice: "Brother Liao, you are my brother. Can the Internet police help you find out who the grandsons who say I am like a monkey are?" This thing is a personal attack, I am such a handsome young man, if I look like the Great Sage Qitian..."
Everyone in the Criminal Investigation Detachment received curious news from relatives, friends and classmates, and their cell phones clinked and shouted. Only Wu Yu was very quiet beside him, standing outside the crowd, staring at the full glass that Bu Chonghua came over in amazement——
Hot milk.
This kind of warm plot shouldn't have happened to Bu Chonghua, Wu Yu finally hesitated for a while and took a sip, the next second: "Puff!"
This must have expired!
Wu Yu coughed and coughed. Just as he was about to pour milk into the potted plant while people were not paying attention, he saw Bu Chonghua turn his head across the crowd, his expression was unquestionable, and his fingers pointed at him a little further away, meaning no, accurate, or pour .
Wu Yu: "..."
Bu Chonghua raised his eyebrows when his mobile phone rang suddenly. He looked down and saw that the caller ID showed Chen Yuanliang, the old scholar who had promised to help them check the information.
"Hello, Old Chen?"
"Is it Bu Detachment?" Old Chen's voice was hoarse, and he didn't know if he was anxious to get angry: "My student just showed me the hot search on Weibo, is there a second victim in the Silihe case? ?!"
Bu Chonghua had a short meal.
"Are you at the Public Security Bureau? I'll come here." The pages of the page were flipped on the phone, and Old Chen didn't wait to answer, so he shot into the microphone like a machine gun: "My student found some information, which may be useful to you—— It's about that skull helmet!"
·
After half an hour, the reception room.
After only a few days, Mr. Chen felt a lot of haggard, and two huge dark circles hung behind his reading glasses. In the guest room, only the slight movement of the paper gently flipping can be heard. After a while, Bu Chonghua closed the materials, sorted out his thoughts, and muttered, "So maybe the helmet worn by the murderer is a real cultural relic?"
The door opened with a click, and the one who came in carrying the hot water bottle was not the intern Xiao Cui Huo, but it was Wu Yu who respectfully made a Lipton black tea bag for the old expert with a disposable paper cup.
Bu Chonghua: "..."
This attitude of diligent service, let alone the leader of the detachment, even Xu Ju or Song Ju had never seen it before, and Bu Chonghua used his fingertips to pinch the upright nose.
"Thank you, thank you." Old Chen didn't know that he was enjoying the treatment at the hall level. He took the disposable paper cup and turned to Bu Chonghua worriedly: "On the picture of foreign museum materials you showed me, that Gabala On the top of the skull, there are small holes left by the “open top” of the repaired waffle, and there are a lot of them, which shows that the skull owner was indeed a great lama before his life. As for whether the murderer in the Silihe case wore a real cultural relic or an imitation, the theory I have to find the helmet to confirm it—but I just heard the student say that another victim has appeared. Is this true? It's also a girl?"
Bu Chonghua didn't say a word.
Old Chen had already got the answer from the dead silence, sighed and put the paper cup on the coffee table, and sighed: "It's a sin, what a sin!"
Wu Yu leaned back against the window sill and couldn't help asking: "Can only the head of a great lama be used as a helmet?"
"If it is an ordinary skull bowl, it is possible to use a monk skull or a living sacrifice skull presented by a chieftain. However, it is true that only the great lama can be used as a helmet and magic weapon in the literature." Old Chen was in front of Bu Chonghua. The printed material took a shot and said: "The helmet and magical artifact in your hands, which is exiled overseas, I also went around and inquired about it. It is said that it was made from the skull of a great lama who failed to kill others and was punished. It was sold at a high price in Europe and was later donated to a museum. Because of the extremely scarce quantity and complicated production process, this kind of helmet is not usually taken out for practice like ordinary Gabala bowls, and will only be worn on specific occasions. ."
Bu Chonghua had a hunch for the specific occasion in his words: "Living sacrifice?"
"Yes, a living sacrifice." Old Chen solemnly said.
He flipped through the information and pointed to a few pages of Thangka color printing: "Blood-drinking King Kong, Mahakala, Bandaram, Duike Kalachakra... If you look at these old thangkas that summon the gods, you will I found that there is one of the most prominent features: the gods hold a skull bowl for drinking, and the bowl is filled with fresh human brains. The reason why there are so many images related to the head and the brain is because the human head is the most important and original source of practice The place where everyone’s soul and strength will gather on the top of the skull after death."
Wu Yu pointed carefully at his temple: "The soul of the executed lama, also...?"
"Yes." Mr. Chen did not hesitate to affirm his question: "The front of the human bone helmet is carved with gold-winged Garuda, and the top of the skull is carved with the corpse of the Buddha. The inner side is cast with copper and silver. They are all used to oppress the living sacrifices. This kind of human bone helmet has been in the serf society for hundreds of years. It is engraved with magic spells. It will only be used when a living person is used as a sacrifice. I don’t know how many serfs have been killed. It is already a very evil and very dangerous old object."
The great lama who died with grievance was made into a human bone helmet, engraved with countless mysterious religious symbols and evil spells, and was continued to be worn and slaughtered by countless living sacrifices... If the great lama’s soul is attached to On the helmet, his grievances were really soaring, and it was more than enough to take out ten Sadako.
Wu Yu put his arms on his chest, he heard what he was thinking, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Bu Chonghua glanced at him, knowing what level of treatment he could enjoy, so he got up and took a glass of water by himself, standing in front of the drinking fountain and asked casually, "But even if it is a real cultural relic hidden in the folk, It should be ruined if it soaks in the river. Why does this murderer throw millions in the water?"
Old Chen put his wrinkled hands in front of him, his gaze from behind the reading glasses looked at the back of the young criminal investigator detachment earnestly, and there was no joking in his tone: "I suspect he is crazy. Or, he is being boned. Something in the helmet is controlled."
Bu Chonghua turned his head and raised his eyebrows.
"We talk about Marxism and atheism. You policemen have all passed civil service examinations. You should not believe this." Chen Laoqing said with a pale face: "But when we study folk culture, we do find that many things cannot be used in modern times. To explain scientifically, those karma, Feng Shui evil spirits, ghost houses abroad, unexplainable suicide resorts... If they are all coincidences, it would be too far-fetched. For the most direct example, the Tibetan herdsmen who were originally illiterate, After having a high fever and having a dream, King Gesar was able to recite hundreds of millions of words without a teacher. Can modern science be used to explain these heavenly poets?"
"..."
"Originally ordinary children, when they come into contact with the great lama’s magical instruments, especially the remains, they can recall their past and present lives and transform themselves into eminent monks and great virtues. These are very common in Tibetan documents. There are generations in all places. Isn’t it true that every dynasty and every generation is telling a lie unanimously?"
Bu Chonghua was silent.
"If something in the human bone helmet affects the murderer, causing him to go crazy and kill randomly... I think it is possible." Old Chen took off his reading glasses and rubbed his tired eyes, and said solemnly, "The unknown is too much. There are too many, so some people say that the end of science is philosophy, and the end of philosophy is theology."
Bu Chonghua took a sip, grave and stern couldn't see what he was thinking from his side, and he slowly said, "If the motive for the crime has not been found out, I will consider your opinion."
Old Chen sighed and frowned again, "This time the victim is also a female student?"
Bu Chonghua didn't mention Gao Ling's background, only said: "I'm a teenage girl."
"Are there any characteristics?"
Bu Chonghua pondered for a moment, Wu Yu hesitated on the side and asked, "Does the sacrifice have to be a virgin?"
Old Chen did not react: "In theory, it should be..."
"What about pregnancy?"
"Huh?" Old Chen was stunned for a few seconds, and then lost his face in shock: "So there are two victims?!"
"...Huh?" Wu Yu hesitated: "The fetus... can't be counted as a victim, right?"
Old Chen and Wu Yu looked at each other for a moment, and they both looked confused. Bu Chonghua sighed while holding his forehead on the side, and said, "He means that the teenage girl is pregnant. It's not that there is a pregnant woman besides the little girl... Wu Yu, if you want to speak well, think about it. The receptivity of the elderly."
Old Chen said, "Oh--" and smiled awkwardly while holding the reading glasses: "I'm old and can't keep up with the trend. We were all married first and have children...Very good, good."
What's so good?
Bu Chonghua shook his head nonchalantly, and turned off the subject and asked, "Have you ever heard of the use of pregnant women as sacrifices for living people?"
"Pregnant woman--" Old Chen thought for a while, and gestured at the navel in front of him: "Do you know the three chakras and seven chakras?"
Wu Yu was unclear, so Bu Chonghua asked, "Navel chakra?"
"No, this position belongs to the manipura chakra in men, and the'sea chakra' in women. The uterus is the'sea bottom'. It is indeed a kind of material for making magical artifacts-but does not include the fetus." Old Chen said in a serious tone: "I have been studying folk religions for many years. The legends of the great lamas cutting the belly of pregnant women and eating fetuses are just scary, and there is no documentary support at all. The other cults that have a lot of poisonousness have not used fetuses to worship evil gods. So the murderer specifically The possibility of killing pregnant women should be relatively small."
Bu Chonghua nodded, got up and shook hands with Old Chen politely: "Thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule. We will carefully consider the clues you provide. There is one more thing, if you can find out in the industry. Information about human bones and artifacts, such as who likes to collect these things, is there someone who buys and sells these collections..."
"Understand, I understand." Old Chen clasped Bu Chonghua in his two wrinkled hands and looked at him seriously: "Anywhere you need help, please feel free to speak up. I will try my best! Keep in touch!"
Wu Yu had a different attitude towards people with profound knowledge. He took the initiative to send Mr. Chen out of the Public Security Bureau, but the old man repeatedly declined, and Bu Chonghua called an intern from the corridor to send him downstairs. The old Xuexu spent a few days searching for documents and materials. He walked up and stumbled. When he got out of the Criminal Investigation Detachment building, he slipped and almost fell down the steps. Fortunately, the two young students he brought with him were always waiting at the door. He rushed to hold on, and hurriedly helped him into the car.
Bu Chonghua retracted his gaze, only listening to Wu Yu asking behind him: "What do you think?"
"What do you think?" Bu Chonghua asked back.
Wu Yu put one hand in his trouser pocket, and played with the lighter intently with the other: "I believe it."
"..."
"What is your expression, I'm not a high-achieving student who graduated from a prestigious school like you." Wu Yu laughed and said, "If you stay on the poor and chaotic border like me for more than ten years, you will dance with witches, living Buddhas, and The big gods and the little ghosts are mixed together, and you are embarrassed to go out without a Buddha sign on your neck. You believe in these things.
"……why?"
"Drug dealers believe." Wu Yu glanced at him, feeling quite interesting: "The more you are drug dealers, the more you believe in this. Walk around the most chaotic place in the Golden Triangle. Ten drug dealers and nine believe in Buddha. You have no distractions. Of course people are the opposite."
Bu Chonghua was indifferent to his veiled teasing, and said indifferently: "I didn't mean it. On the contrary, if the murderer is really a fanatical cult believer, he understands the religious meaning of the skull helmet very well, and he receives strong psychological hints to kill." Sacrifice is possible."
"Oh?"
"But psychological hints are included in human behavior, and they still belong to the scope of modern science." Bu Chonghua said in Wu Yu's creaking sound, "I believe karma is a kind of man-made, Feng Shui The doctrine is the result of a combination of factors such as geography, psychology, coincidence, and group effects. But I don’t believe in ghosts and gods. All farce directed by ghosts and gods will inevitably be covered with human fingerprints behind the curtain."
As soon as Wu Yu's fingers stopped, Huo Miao ran away and said with a smile: "You guys who have studied well, you are really good at speaking."
"It's easy to say that people who have gone through the civil service examinations speak in this tone." Bu Chonghua disapproved, and took the lead out of the reception room. Wu Yu followed him while pulling out a cigarette from the cigarette case. Suddenly he only heard what he remembered. Stopped: "Yes, that Liu Li—"
Wu Yu followed his footsteps and said, "What are you doing?"
"The nephew of Old Shao of the anti-drug detachment next door is at the Heyun Road Police Station. Their public security targets for this month cannot be met. They want to use Liu Li to top it off and send him to the forced rehabilitation center. Are you okay?"
"Huh?" Wu Yu was holding a cigarette: "What should I say?"
The two of them stood facing each other by the corridor window. Wu Yu looked blank and described as thin, with a cigarette dangling between his teeth, holding the lighter before it lit.
Two scenes are clearly unrelated, but that moment suddenly coincides with a moment in memory——
"You don't smoke?" Someone whispered in his ear while biting his canine teeth. Every word was full of condescending provocations: "Then I teach you?"
Bu Chonghua's pupils shrank slightly, and his complexion seemed a bit strange in an instant, but before anyone noticed it, he slashed his hand and snatched the cigarette from Wu Yu's mouth: "You still smoke! How many do you have? , Do you want the lungs! Have you drunk the milk?"
Wu Yu: "..."
"If you drink it, go home and go to sleep. Come back to work the night shift at night and wait for the autopsy results, go!"
Bu Chonghua rubbed the cigarette into the trash can and threw Wu Yu into the elevator without any explanation, and personally pressed the down button. With a slap on Wu Yu's lighter, he went blank and stared at him angrily: "Just your expired milk, it's so bad that it's so bad that you can drink it, you almost get it!"
Bu Chonghua said in his heart that your sister is overdue, and you still pick a two-hundred-dollar bag of milk powder. Your grandson is really good enough, so he said impatiently: "Imported milk powder is like that!"
Ding--
The elevator doors closed slowly between the two of them, and then they slid down.
"..." Wu Yu looked inexplicable and muttered to himself for a long while: "Oh, it was imported?"
