[Comprehensive] Change the posture to solve the case

The author has something to say: For those who haven’t seen the drama “Undead Forensic Doctor”, please watch it here, let’s do some simple science popularization, and knock on the blackboard

＊Henry Morgan, the male protagonist, can’t die no matter how skillful he is. If he is killed once, he will reappear naked in the nearest waters. He has lived for more than 200 years. He is a British man who has seen a lot and knows a lot. He is quite smart. .He wanted to study how he could die, so he became a forensic doctor who could see many dead bodies.

*His adopted son during the war, Abel.Now in his 80s, the only one who knows his secret.

The show has a female police officer, Detective Martinez, who is currently not going live.The male protagonist assisted her in solving many cases and had feelings, but the male protagonist loved his wife deeply, and his wife was also the one who knew his secrets. Later, the male protagonist found her body. I don’t remember whether she disappeared by herself or was forced to disappear. up.

Excluding some obvious bugs, this drama is actually quite good, and there is a main line that runs through to the ending. There is a big boss, who is very powerful and immortal. He lives longer than the male protagonist. You can know it in the first episode. His presence, and his secret, spawned a series of stories.

It's a pity that the ratings were not high and it was cut.Anyone interested can take a look.

That's basically it.Without the plot in this play, it will not affect everyone's reading.Please rest assured to eat it.

PS: Barala has never seen this drama

The address given to her by Sue Witt's body was in a New York neighborhood.

Different from the towering modern buildings in the bustling city, the buildings with medieval style are the characteristics of the whole block. Walking on the street, there is a little more leisure that cannot be found in the fast-paced city.

Wrapped in a red coat, Barala hurriedly got out of the taxi, looked around with the address in her hand, and finally locked her eyes on the largest antique shop on the corner of the street.

According to the setting of the Second Bandit, it is no surprise that he will definitely choose a secret base that can set off his personality and must be different.And this store looks like "it's very mysterious inside".

She walked in with the mentality of giving it a try, and the person who came to greet her was a gray-haired, very kind-looking old man.

"What do you need, ma'am." The old man had slightly curly hair, a smile on his face, and was wearing a timeless sweater. His back was slightly bent, but he still looked tough overall.

As soon as he spoke, Barala, who had just returned from London, felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Is this British pronunciation?

She didn't care about this detail and focused on the store.

There are a lot of things inside, all kinds of different crystal chandeliers hanging on the roof, the old tables are filled with all the gadgets you can think of, some old but still functioning crystal bird chime clocks ; Colorful lampshades with bright colors and smooth lines; Renaissance furniture with intricate carvings... Walking in, there is a strange feeling of traveling back to more than 100 years ago.

"I think you should know this person." Barala put the photo of Sue Witt's dead body in front of the old man.

"Oh, wait a minute, please."

The kind old man took it over, put on the reading glasses that he hung around his neck, and moved the photo far away.

Barala's eyes fell on his face, and the old man's eyes flickered indiscernibly.

The old man's presbyopia: "Hey, this person seems familiar."

The old man's big ears: "Is it the master's friend?"

The old man's flat mouth: "Not friends! Papa has no friends!"

After the memory was over, the old man returned the photo and shook his head: "Sorry, I haven't seen it before."

Balala calculated the age of the old man's father, and suddenly became a little terrified, and felt more and more that this antique shop was really scary. Her back felt chills, and she missed the bright sunshine outside the door.

But fortunately, I finally found the right place, and my reward will arrive immediately.Insisting on ignoring the feelings in her heart, she didn't hide anything, and said straight to the point: "He was murdered by gangsters in England. Before he died, he told me to come here to find his secret base. If you don't believe me, we can Check the code, I believe you have received a courier package from the UK before this."

With no evidence of death, Barala started running the train with her eyes open.

What she said is in line with the impression in the old man's mind of the Second Bandit.

But the password, only his father knows...

***

Henry Morgan, who was recording his feelings and the effects of the poison when he died just now, received a signal from Abel in the basement, arranged his clothes, entered the antique shop through the secret door, and then walked up to the second floor.

Abel invited people upstairs.

He was very curious as to who would find him. After all, he had minimized his communication with the crowd during his three years of working as a forensic doctor, unless...he guessed it should be the female police officer who had been looking for him to solve the case some time ago.

When he came up the stairs, he found that his judgment was obviously wrong.

This is a very beautiful woman, with big maroon waves casually scattered behind her, one can guess that she must be very charming just by looking at her back.

"A red coat suits you well, my dear lady."

Morgan made a sound from behind her. Unexpectedly, she didn't seem to be frightened. After turning around calmly, she showed a smile.

"Thank you, many people have said that..." The black tea in Barala's cup was spilled on the clean white tablecloth.

For the first time, she who had maintained a good attitude was flustered and at a loss.

This man is the father of the old man?Is it the old man's father?Uncle's father?father?dad?

so young?

Barala: ...

There must be something wrong with the way she looks back.

Barala squeezed her thigh hard, the pain in her body forced her to admit that she was not dreaming.

Henry's big eyes: "I have lived for so long, and I have never seen such a disrespectful child."

Henry's thumb: "This era is changing so fast, the old guy has to learn to keep pace with the times, ahem."

Henry's high nose bridge: "Let me ask Abel, the little guy's mouth, if he had a good meal today."

Barala felt a little dizzy.

"Hello, my name is Henry Morgan. This is Abel, my father." After helping to clean up the table, Henry didn't blame Barala for being careless, and the gentleman ignored it.

It is still the standard British pronunciation.

father, son

son, father

Definitely another person with a story.

Balala, who felt as if she knew too much, tried hard to get back to normal, and shook back as if she didn't hear anything.

"Sorry, I was rude just now, my name is Barala."

Barala carefully looked at this man in a three-piece suit common to British gentlemen. From his gestures and conversations, there was always a strong sense of McCoff's déjà vu.

He has a much stronger hairline than McCaw, though.

So much so that it looks very young.

by comparison.

This made Barala have to seriously consider whether it is the soil and water problems in the UK that cause the hairline of men in the UK to recede a bit compared to older Britons in other places.

"Abel said you were looking for me, I am honored to serve such a beautiful young lady."

The old man's name was Abel. Henry Morgan interrupted Barala, who was mapping the entire Great Britain, gently pressed the clothes on his abdomen with both hands, and then slowly sat opposite her.

Barala: ...

If it weren't for a group of vigorous urban teenagers playing skateboards outside the window, just sitting here facing these two people, Barala would have thought that she had traveled back to the 21th century from the modern 19st century.

The Abel I met just now was not obvious. This man who just came back with a sense of British aristocracy in his gestures and gestures is simply out of harmony with this "hey, yo!" society everywhere.

Could it be an invisible noble?

A local tyrant of a certain country who hides his name behind the hustle and bustle of the city?

An ambitious prince trying to restore the country after the country has fallen?

No, the third one seems to have jumped into martial arts novels.

Barala hurriedly withdrew her nervous thoughts, coughed lightly, and focused on this man. Remembering her purpose of coming here, she repeated what she had just said to Abel.

"I'm sorry, his death was too sudden, I can only rush here with his last words after helping him arrest the criminal."

"Su, I'm dead..." Henry Morgan frowned slightly, and put his crossed fingers on his abdomen, obviously not hiding the fact that he knew Sue Witt.Barala breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that her mission was about to be completed.As long as the task is completed, she doesn't care at all who is the son and who is the father of the two.

"Su sent a package in the mail, and he also knew me. I believe this information can be found out after a little research. I am also not surprised by the cause of Su's death. The things he does are always so dangerous. These are not problems. I am just curious. , why did Miss Barala lie." Henry pointed out her flaws unhurriedly.

"A person who is lying can be seen from his subtle expression. You knew Su, but his death did not make you feel sad. When talking about the murderer, you subconsciously avoided my eyes, obviously hiding something. .With all due respect, when a weak beauty talks about death, she won't show indifference.

You didn't show fear or excitement about the death, you've probably been through a lot of similar situations, I'm guessing you're a policeman or a detective by profession.Although forensic doctors are used to seeing corpses, your hands are well maintained, and there is no sign of holding a knife all year round.It is impossible for such a profession to intersect with Su. "

Fog Grass!Sherlock? Σ(°△°|||)︴

After listening to him, Balabala finished a lot of his own observations, and Balabala was about to offer her knees to the people of this world. She always felt that she, an outsider, was the stupidest one.

What about the main character? QAQ

However, based on this person's emotional intelligence, Barala obviously ruled out the option of "Sherlock's soul wear".

"I'm a private detective."

Barala, who had been exposed by him, was not prepared to resist, and honestly took out her card and handed it to him.

"I am currently helping my client investigate the theft of watches. After the suspect was identified as Sue Witt, I went to London according to the clues. His secret trading organization sent people to kill and steal goods, but it was a pity that when I arrived It didn’t save his life. His secret base was his last words, so I found here to look for the watch he stole.” Ba Lala strung together the half-truths and half-false things, and this time she had confidence. A lie is better than the truth.

"Honesty to accept large and small cases, discounts for newcomers, the price is negotiable."

Henry: "..."

Sue Witt was a thief, Henry knew it.Originally, he only agreed to temporarily keep Su's treasure house with him because of a favor from him.Now that the Lord came to the door, and Su had passed away, Henry had no reason to continue to keep them. Besides, he was never short of money, so it was impossible for him to be greedy for these little things.

"Did he tell you his password?" Henry already believed what she said, and verbally walked through the procedures that should be followed as a custodian.

Finally it's time for this part...

Barala wanted to scratch the wall in pain.

She knows that the second-year-old thief is second-year-old, but she didn't expect him to design such a second-year-old line_(:з)∠)_

Barala had an expression of "I want to be patient".

After a long time of mental construction, she opened her mouth and finally sang the first sentence...

"Ah, you stupid humans..."

As soon as Barala spoke, the audience fell silent.

Abel: "..."

Henry: "..."

After speaking, Barala felt extremely ashamed: "QAQ"

But she continued tenaciously: "Come and humbly accept the gift of this dark magician, evil god, let the dark flames engulf this ugly world. Ah—" She clutched her chest, as if As if being shot to death, he spun twice and fell on the chair.

Henry heard the code that he could not forget after living for 200 years, and his elegant expression finally cracked successfully.

And Barala felt that the most embarrassing thing was not over yet, but after she said her secret signal, she straightened her posture and stared eagerly at the man who had to continue to pick up.

Henry: "...well, I admit that your password is correct."

Like an old urchin, Abel who opened the Two-dimensional door enthusiastically dug a hole and said, "Shouldn't you say your password again? In this way, this Ms. Barala can confirm your identity." "

Henry: "...No need."

Barala: "I doubt your identity now."

Want to see me finish the shame play?hehe.

Henry: "..."

His expression was full of rejection.

This is not at all a gentleman's style.

Barala and Abel looked at him sincerely.

After a stalemate for a while, Henry, who was finally defeated, followed Barala's posture, clutching his chest, pretending to be dying.

"It's not me that's wrong, it's the world."

Abel stands and applauds.

Balala felt a little regretful, and kindly suggested: "You should add some emotions, such as resentment towards this world, so that it will appear more neutral."

Henry: ...

Although he didn't understand the meaning of Zhong Er, it was not a good word intuitively.

This series of boring conversations is finally over.Henry took Barala to the attic on the third floor, opened the lock, and showed her Su's secret treasure.

Barala was gearing up excitedly, and directly regarded the safe in front of her as bundles of banknotes.

Then she stood in front of the safe and waited for Henry Morgan to continue opening it.

Henry put his hands behind his back, with an indifferent expression.

Barala:? ? ?

She looked at Henry.

Henry:? ? ?

He looked around and pointed to himself.

Barala nodded.

Henry put his hands behind his back and shrugged: "This password is regular, and the password will be changed every time it is opened and closed. Only Su knows the regularity of the password change. Haven't you heard him mention it?"

"WTF!!!"

Ba Lala deeply realized that she had been placed together by that corpse.

Suddenly regretted that she should follow their meaning and put the ashes on the torch in the hand of the Statue of Liberty.

In this way, they should not be retaliated by them...

"The password can only be entered three times. After three wrong attempts, everything inside will be destroyed immediately." Henry didn't know much about these high-tech gadgets, so he just repeated what Su said, "The password Su gave me is obviously no longer valid. used."

Barala: I hate this black technology! ! !

Seeing Barala's dumbfounded look, Henry couldn't bear it, thought for a while, and suggested, "I think you should go to its manufacturer and ask."

Hearing these words, Ba Lala barely raised a glimmer of hope, and set her sights on the trademark of this black technology.

And the name of the trademark is very famous, at least Barala knows it.

Manufactured by Stark Corporation.