SCI Mystery Series

A silver-white Spyker C8 sports car stopped at the entrance of the funeral parlor in S city.Although there were not many pedestrians in this area, this shocking sports car still attracted the attention of many people.

When Bai Yutang, who was wearing an ARMANI silver-gray trench coat and gucci sunglasses, came out of the car, you might think of celebrities, models... anyway, you probably wouldn't think of criminal police.

Zhan Zhao got out of the car helplessly, "Has no one complained about you?"

"What's the complaint??" Bai Yutang took off his sunglasses and walked inside.

"You drive in and out of the police station in a $40 sports car, I can't believe no one has filed a complaint against you"

"The car was given by my brother, and his money is legal income!!" Bai Yutang shrugged, "I like this car! It can travel to the speed of sound, and it's great for chasing thieves!"

"Ah, the criminal policeman driving a Spyker C40 worth 8 US dollars to catch thieves shows that your social role is not clear!"

"Okay, cat, you have been trying to prove that I am abnormal from birth to now." Bai Yutang looked at the hall of the funeral home and said casually, "However, your great psychological theory is still on me. It won't work!"

"Ha!" Zhan Zhao put his hands in his trouser pockets, "It doesn't matter if you don't admit it, anyway, I have successfully proved in the past 20 years that you are paranoid, antisocial, borderline, performative, narcissistic and Bizarre Multiple Personality Disorder!!"

"If all your obstacles are established, then..." Bai Yutang pointed to the morgue in the funeral parlor, "I should be the one who numbered the dead, not the one who investigated outside."

"As an investigator, he is really special." A person who came out of the morgue answered the question.

Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang turned to look at the speaker at the same time. It was a thin man about 30 years old. The dim light in the funeral parlor made his already pale face even more gloomy.

"I'm Chen Jing, are you two policemen?" The man stretched out his hand voluntarily.

"Ah... hello," Bai Yutang stretched out his hand to shake it back, and took out the ID from his pocket with one hand, "Bai Yutang, this is Zhan Zhao."

"Gongsun has already told me about your purpose." After shaking hands with Zhan Zhao, Chen Jing turned around and led the two of them to the morgue, "I want you to read something first."

Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang glanced at each other, followed Gongsun into the morgue.

There were several corpses covered with white cloth lying in the morgue, only one of them had a corner of the white cloth lifted, obviously Chen Jing was putting on makeup for him.

"This was delivered this morning. Look here." As he spoke, Chen Jing turned the corpse's head to one side, and saw a clear number "39" behind the corpse's ears.

"Ah! Another one." Bai Yutang looked up at Zhan Zhao.

Zhan Zhao looked down at the number carefully: "It doesn't look like it's handmade."

"Huh?" Bai Yutang also lowered his head to look after hearing this, only to see that the blue number was unusually neat, standard Song typeface.

"It's not a tattoo?" He touched his chin, then looked at Zhan Zhao, "What is that?"

"Hmm...you'll have to have a test to find out. It's similar to a certain kind of seal, not like a tattoo." Zhan Zhao still lowered his head and looked at it seriously, "The person who made this number up has a very serious—— perfectionism."

"Perfectionism??" Bai Yutang admired the number again, "I don't see any beauty in marking a number on a dead man's ear!"

"It's perfect! It's not beautiful!" Zhan Zhao emphasized, "When I looked at the photos, I noticed that the positions of almost every number are exactly the same." After speaking, he put on his gloves, turned up the corpse's ears, and pointed to the corpse. Bai Yutang looked at it: "The number is right on the back of the concha cavity of the outer ear, do you know what it means?"

"That person is a pervert?" Bai Yutang replied without thinking, seeing Zhan Zhao give him a blank look, he spread his hands helplessly, "There is no doubt about that!!"

"This location!" Zhan Zhao continued, "It's the 'only' location."

Bai Yutang picked out his ears: "Speak Chinese, please!"

Another blank look, "...the number at this position, if you don't turn your ears over, you will never be found!" Saying this, he let go of the dead man's ear, let it return to its normal state, and let Bai Yutang look at it again. , Sure enough, the number was perfectly covered by the pinna, and could not be seen from any angle.

"So?? What does this mean? An expert." Bai Yutang looked at Zhan Zhao, still puzzled.

Zhan Zhao took off his gloves. , "The person who explained the number has relatively professional medical knowledge, extreme perfectionism, and a certain compulsive personality disorder. He is also a person who pays great attention to details. people..."

"Speak Chinese!" Bai Yutang couldn't help interrupting.

"He's a pervert." Zhan Zhao concluded.

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