Chapter 418: How to Achieve This on Dead Objects?

Liu Wei moved to the upper part of the body, stared at the top of the body where the big hole was exposed, and waited.

However, before the next white mist was generated, the two patrolmen who had lost track of the "suspicious person" came back again.

As the footsteps approached, Liu Wei became irritable.

There were enough accidents tonight, which took up too much of Liu Wei's time.

Liu Wei frowned and pushed Rong Leng with his shoulder: "Go and deal with it and lead the person away."

Rong Leng didn't move, his eyes only looked at the corpse, silent.

Liu Wei pouted: "I said I won't cut open the lower part, so I won't do it secretly. I won't do it secretly behind your back."

This man has been jealous of corpses for more than a day or two. Liu Wei knows how to ensure his safety in the face of such problems.

As expected, Rong Leng glanced at her, dubious, but still warned: "Remember what you said."

Liu Wei breathed out, feeling that it was getting more and more difficult for him. Now he was dissecting a corpse and had to look at other people's faces.

…

At the same time, in the side hall of the main hall of the Yamen, Ji Feng flicked the flickering candle in his hand and brightened the light, then lowered his head and continued to read the classics in his hand.

Ji Feng read the two pages attentively. From time to time, he would write two lines on the page, dry the ink, and then turn to the next page.

"Master Ji." A soft call came from outside the door.

Ji Feng raised his head and asked, "Who?"

Outside, a male voice came: "Master Ji, you are the youngest."

Ji Feng stood up, walked around the wooden tables and chairs, walked to the door, and opened it.

Outside the door, the little yamen servant who looked like a patrolman held a cup of hot soup in his hand and said with a smile: "I just passed by the kitchen and said casually that Master Ji hasn't left yet, and Madam Shengda is so enthusiastic that she will cook it for you." Cup night soup, no, you have to let me bring it to you, you try it first."

Ji Feng glanced at the camel-colored soup cup in the yamen's hand, and took it with a warm smile: "Ms. Shanda is so polite, thank you for me."

"Okay." The young yamen waiter waited for him to answer, then shrugged his sleeves, hid his hands in the sleeve cages, shivered from the cold, looked into the room, and asked: "Master Ji, are you still annotating the copy? It's late at night. Well, you'd better go back and rest early. Ye Yuanliang's case has made everyone in the yamen tired in the past two days, but we can collapse from exhaustion, but you, Master Ji, can't. Guyong Mansion points to Master Sun and Master Ji You."

"Where are you talking about?" Ji Feng waved his hand casually and changed the topic: "You are on duty today? How could I remember that it is Leopard on duty today?"

As soon as he said this, the little yamen servant became excited: "Hey! Mother Leopard is going to give birth in the next two days! She has been staying at home to watch the weather, and she has changed shifts with me. She is on duty during the day and not at night. Don't you think this is a birth? Is there a child? Who doesn’t have a mother-in-law? He looked so strange. When my mother-in-law gave birth, she was alone on the ridge of the field and gave birth by herself. When I went back, she was wrapped in a big fat baby and went out. Welcome me."

When it comes to the women in his family, the young yamen servant can't stop talking.

Ji Feng looked at the sky, lowered his eyes, and listened patiently without any sign of impatience.

The young yamen officer continued talking for a while, and then he realized that he was disturbing him. He touched his nose and said awkwardly: "Master Ji, you are still busy, right? I won't disturb you. I'll wait here until Huzi and Lao When Ke Tou came back, he took over their shift and went to patrol the back office."

Houya...

Ji Feng was stunned for a moment, and glanced to the left with his shrewd eyes, which was the direction of the back office.

Tonight, the back office was very quiet, there was no sound at all, and it seemed no different from every other night.

"Mr. Ji?" Seeing that he was lost in thought, the young Yamen servant couldn't help but feel the air-conditioning and called out.

Ji Feng came back to his senses and laughed again: "What?"

"No, I said I'm leaving first." The young yamen servant said, shrinking his neck and about to leave.

Ji Feng nodded, and there was nothing wrong with his gentle appearance from beginning to end.

The hot soup in the hand slowly passed through the temperature of the soup cup, scalding the hand. But at this moment, a burst of surprise came from the back office: "Where are you thief, stop!"

The young yamen servant was suddenly startled: "A thief?" He said, regardless of what Ji Feng did, he ran towards the back yamen, pulling out a long knife from his waist as he ran.

Ji Feng stood in the courtyard, listening to the ping -pong ping -pong over there, with a louder sound, tired eyebrows, frowned slightly, put the soup cup on his hand on the side of the flower platform, lifted his feet, and faced the back. Walked over.

…

White mist rose hazily from the inside of his head. Liu Wei covered her mouth with one hand, moved slightly closer, widened her eyes, and took a closer look.

As the blood mixed, the blood gas seemed to be baking, evaporating the bright red blood in the brain out of thin air, silently forming a mist of unknown origin.

Liu Wei watched for a while, closed her eyes tightly, and opened them again... Just like before, the white mist was still forming in the blood, boiling, and then dissipated.

"It's so..." Liu Wei murmured, with undisguised surprise at the current situation.

What is this white mist and how is it formed? But what weird things are hidden inside the corpse?

No, no, it turns out not to be the case. This mist is actually steam.

And this strange steam-like thing was actually formed from the blood of corpses. But, why does good blood evaporate?

Liu Wei reached out and touched it, regardless of whether the mist was poisonous or not.

When his slender fingers touched the flesh and blood inside the skull, he did not feel the blood heating up. Instead, he felt the blood getting colder, becoming even colder than before!

Not hot steam, but cold steam?

Liu Wei thought deeply, could it be that someone had tampered with Ye Yuanliang's body, causing Ye Yuanliang's blood to automatically cool down after a certain period of time, forming cold steam, and then used this cold steam to erode the human skin.

Who did this?

Why do this?

And how?

Liu Wei had a series of questions to ask, but what Liu Wei wanted to know more was how this technology was implemented.

If it is a living person with blood circulation and self-heating, it is possible to develop a drug that can cause certain changes in the body within a specific period of time.

It should be noted that many controlled poisons that have been rumored for a long time in the world are made based on this principle. The general usage is to poison people in stages, and then detoxify them in stages, but it cannot cure the disease.

We can only delay the toxicity day after day to achieve the purpose of control.

There are many such poisons, and Liu Wei can develop them himself, but the premise is that this person must be alive!

Humans are like dead things. How can the effects that living things can produce be realized on dead things?

The current situation is beyond Liu Wei's understanding. It seems that the autopsy will not end in a short time tonight.

At least, she still needs some time...

Liu Wei looked at the direction of the door. She was not sure whether Rong Leng could still withstand it.