Chapter 6: The Fool in the Well and the Fool

  It was a few days ago, roughly when I fell out with Old Man Chen and reported it to the director, that I discovered many strange things when I deliberately tried to get rid of Wang Yong.

  For example, if I'm called Wang Yong and return to the public house first to handle some business, he will definitely say "Let's go together." Even if I agree with him, he will secretly follow me.

  Then I went to the toilet and deliberately delayed for a long time. When I came out, Wang Yong was not far away, seemingly strolling around, seemingly waiting for me.

  There's another super weird thing, I only found out when I slid down the bed sheet from the second floor of the Lan Mansion that it was equipped with one of the world's top-notch invisible anti-theft nets, which shocked my sister to the point of convulsions!!!

  Wang Yong also discovered evidence of a major homicide on my hand due to this matter - a section of cartilage.

  The cartilage was taken from a corpse in a mass grave.

  The severely decomposed corpse cannot extract DNA from blood and muscle tissue, so cartilage must be used. Other forensic doctors may need time to take the cartilage, but I am not ordinary fast in autopsy. Those soldiers controlling me are not as strict as controlling those special police officers. When squatting down and holding my head, I took a piece of cartilage from the corpse and hid it in my underwear pocket.

  Later, things escalated (I won't go into details, it's too embarrassing), they took away the samples from my survey box without searching me.

  At first I myself forgot, when changing clothes the soft bone fell to the ground, a crucial piece of evidence from the Daxi case was thus luckily brought out by me.

  I myself am a criminal detective and naturally know that being discovered is only a matter of time, so I must act quickly. Unfortunately, the "Dump Wang Yong Plan" has been failing for these few days!

  Wang Yong held the cartilage and smiled gloomily: "No wonder you've been trying to get rid of me for days."

  "Sister's teeth are still trembling: 'You... you... you've been suspicious for a long time, right? You're a god! You're a mysterious figure! Our mansion doesn't even have water and you're pretending to be... this thing, is it true that many people want to kill you?! Who are you, you demon?! Is this just something you casually pretend to be?! Wú wú wú... my IQ has dropped (due to being electrocuted) and you're responsible!'"

  Wang Yong lifted my chin, "Little girl, you should be grateful. If I had used 220 volts of electricity on you back then, you wouldn't be alive now. Be good, and I'll make sure your second half of life is comfortable and enjoyable. Hahaha..."

  I opened my mouth and bit! He easily dodged it!

  I'm so angry I could bite him to death: "You little scoundrel! One of these days I'll dissect you alive!"

  ……

  Then this weekend.

  Wang Yong came knocking on my door as soon as it got light: "Are you still alive? Make a sound if you are!"

  I hastily hid the soft bone under the pillow.

  Someone asked: Didn't he take away his cartilage?

  It's been taken in, but I'll prepare another copy! As the saying goes, "the devil is high by one foot, the Tao is high by one zhang!"

  Dare to fight with me? I'll make him go see Formosa one piece at a time!

  I lay down and ignored him, but he continued knocking on the door without stopping.

  Bang! Bang! Bang! "If you don't make a sound, I'm coming in! One, two..."

  "Eeek!"

  He continued knocking on the door without stopping: "Get up, let's go have breakfast together!"

  Until noon...

  He continued knocking on the door without stopping: "Get up, let's go have lunch together!"

  He was typing away on his while I slept on mine, but when I woke up at noon he was still there, non-stop.

  Alright, I give up on him, I finally can't sleep anymore.

  I've always thought Wang Yong was a bit strange but couldn't quite put my finger on it, now I finally know - he's mentally ill! He's even worse than me! The way he knocked on the door all morning is something only someone with OCD would do!

  "Can you help me pack these back home? Also, can we pack dinner and tomorrow's breakfast together? Thank you."

  "Let's go. You have five minutes to wash your face and brush your teeth, you didn't eat breakfast, and now you're not eating lunch either, do you know that you're living upside down? Humans are not nocturnal animals..."

  I slammed the pillow on the door: "What are you doing, not pulling me up will kill me! Don't you know that destroying a Buddhist practitioner's concentration is punishable by death?!!"

  It is well known that Falun Gong is the world's largest cult.

  "Sleep for five more minutes" is our doctrine!

  "The destruction of the heretic's lair, the execution of the evil cultivator is the ultimate law of our sect!"

  Wang Yong was unmoved by my anger, and the old man said slowly: "Go to bed early tonight... Young people these days, you say, if something happens to you like this, can you get up? There are only a few months left until the new year, are you preparing for a rhythm of going out?"

  I really want to use a scalpel to cut off Wang Yong's carotid artery and let him bleed on the spot!

  I don't know if I'm just being paranoid, but I've started to feel like he's been following me. Looking back, since he arrived, he's always been with me, maybe not always in my line of sight, but seemingly always just a few steps away, even right next door.

  Something happens, such as a power outage, he always appears suddenly and unexpectedly.

  That is to say that he may not be in my line of sight, but I must be in his line of sight! - Hehe... this idea is too ridiculous, I even find it funny myself.

  It turns out that my IQ has been electrocuted into a problem.

  He used to always be around me because we were a group, now still can't get rid of him is that he still suspects.

  I must speed up!

  I opened the oven, pulled out a seemingly fixed insulation board from inside and carefully took out a piece of soft bone wrapped in an evidence bag and put it into my "most secure underwear pocket". I also took out two meat-filled cakes, opened the door and handed one to Wang Yong: "You must be starving after a long night? Have some."

  Wang Yong took it but didn't eat it immediately, his eyes scanning back and forth over the delicate little cake.

  "Don't worry and eat, I guarantee it's not made from human corpses."

  Wang Yong said: "Although I don't quite believe you, hearing you say that makes me feel more at ease."

  "Don't worry, this is made from a chicken carcass."

  Wang Yong: "......"

  After I reported it to the director, things went back to normal. In the afternoon, I received the first application for forensic assistance in a death case.

  The dead man was an idiot and fell into a well and died.

  Local forensic experts believed it was an accidental death, but they still hoped that the provincial forensic center would send someone to confirm again.

  I think it's understandable, some small villages and towns are very peaceful, and it's normal for no murders to occur in a year or two. If an unfortunate case does happen, the province's top detectives will be dispatched, and there's nothing for grassroots forensic doctors to do. Over time, many grassroots forensic doctors who have been part-time catching thieves for a long time will lose confidence in autopsies.

  The scene of the incident is in this province, but it's still very far away.

  We got stuck in a traffic jam in the city and ran onto the highway for two or three hours, then left the highway to drive on cement roads, from cement roads to gravel roads, and from gravel roads all the way to muddy country roads.

  When Wang Yong woke me up, the car was running on a country road. I raised my head to see the bright moon and dense stars, with fields stretching out to the horizon on both sides.

  The car didn't drive fast, and you could see the scattered earth mounds in the fields disappearing into the distance. The rural concept of resting in peace is strong, and occasionally there are still burials.

  "Let me tell you a story," Wang Yong said to me and the driver, "about two men who were walking home in the middle of the night. As they passed by a cemetery, they suddenly wanted to take a shortcut through it. When they reached the middle, they were startled by a knocking sound - knock, knock, knock. The sound came from a dark place, and they were so scared that their bodies shook. Then they saw an old man holding a chisel, carving on a tombstone. One of the men said, 'Oh my god, sir, are you a ghost? What are you doing here so late?' The old man scolded, '(Damn it), they misspelled my name.'"

  Wang Yong sneered as he appeared on stage, I yawned and estimated that it was almost time.

  The driver suddenly slammed on the brakes! We looked up to see a pale face pressed tightly against our car's windshield, with limbs like dry branches slowly crawling onto the hood...

  "Ah! Ghost!" Wang Yong was so frightened that he shouted loudly.

  The driver, indeed worthy of being called a "driver monk", opened his large thermos cup and took a big gulp of his strong tea, praising it with a loud "Good tea!", then turned around and handed the thermos cup to us, "Do you want some?"

  I took a look and thought for a moment: "Don't be afraid, you see that his saliva regulation and secretion function is disordered, his facial expression is dull and monotonous. From a medical perspective, I infer that he is likely to have low intelligence, or possibly a patient with thought disorder syndrome, but the possibility of thought disorder syndrome is very small. I infer that he has low intelligence accompanied by malnutrition, and it is likely that he has pica."

  "Speak plainly."

  "Drooling, silly smile, what a fool. Don't be afraid."

  Wang Yong exclaimed: "Didn't we come because of a fool's death?"

  Yes, when I heard him say that, the hairs on my back stood up. The man had already climbed onto the windshield and was sticking his face against the glass as if he wanted to squeeze in through it, revealing a mouthful of black teeth, seemingly grinning at us. Was this a zombie? A viral infection? A walking corpse? Had the apocalypse finally arrived?...

  I opened the autopsy box and tightly grasped the dissecting knife...

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