My magic stick is going to heaven!

Chapter 229

Near noon, Wen Changlang woke up from hunger, opened his dry eyes, looked at the ceiling for a while, and said aggrievedly:

"I'm so hungry, I want to eat~"

Shang Yanzhou shook his head helplessly, got up and went downstairs to serve the hot porridge.

Wen Changlang squinted at the white porridge, moved his position in disgust, and said:

"I don't drink porridge."

"Now, it's time for you to drink something light. Be obedient and drink it soon, or it will get cold later."

Wen Changlang reluctantly opened his mouth:

"Why do you need some minced meat? This is completely white porridge, and you can't drink it."

"Drinked."

With a sullen face, Shang Yanzhou picked up the bowl of porridge, spooned it over, and opened his mouth without rejection.

The spoonful of porridge was delivered to his nostrils, but Wen Changlang didn't speak. Finally, Shang Yanzhou narrowed his eyes and said:

"One mouthful, one bank note."

With a suck, Wen Changlang quickly drank the spoonful of porridge, and then his bright black eyes opened round and twinkled.

Shang Yanzhou laughed and cursed: "Qian Nu."

He continued to spoon the porridge in the bowl, and Wen Changlang spoke obediently. Finally, seeing that the bowl of porridge was about to end, he hurriedly said:

"Don't spoon so much, I have a small mouth and can't take such a big bite."

Shang Yanzhou looked at him dumbfoundedly as he shook the porridge in the spoon until there were only a few grains left, and after putting it in his mouth, he said triumphantly:

"No. 12."

After finishing a bowl of porridge, Wen Changlang hugged his bank note, lying on the bed happily, thinking that if someone feeds him, he can still get the bank note, and he will be fine if he suffers from this illness a few more times.

Seeing that his body temperature had almost dropped, Shang Yanzhou raised his hand and looked at the watch on his wrist, then stood up and said:

"I'm going to the bureau first. If you have anything to do, you can call the head chef, or dial the line to the police inspectorate, but I may not be there."

Wen Changlang readily agreed this time, and the mummy probably gave him a headache.

Shang Yanzhou put down the bowl, turned around, changed his shoes, and rushed to the police station.

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In the autopsy room, Shang Yanzhou and several autopsy officers looked at the corpse seriously and pondered.

The face was dry, and the original appearance could not be seen at all, so it was impossible to confirm the identity of the deceased, and there was nothing on the body of the deceased to prove his identity.

Shang Yanzhou scratched the corpse with a scalpel, but in the end there was not even a knife mark. Really, it was a hard mummy, and it was impossible to start with.

"Director, this corpse is already in this state, there is no way to do an autopsy."

Shang Yanzhou put down the scalpel and said in a deep voice:

"It doesn't matter. The cause of death of the deceased is not difficult to judge from the characteristics of the corpse. The death was caused by excessive blood loss. The more difficult thing now is that the identity of the deceased cannot be confirmed."

The autopsy officer wondered: "However, no wound was found on the corpse."

"You store the corpse first, and the follow-up investigation will follow up."

After Shang Yanzhou finished speaking, he turned around and left the autopsy room, took off his dust-free clothes and gloves, and went to the conference room.

In the meeting room, several main police officers in charge of the case were sitting on the round table of the meeting, with serious frowns on their faces.

After Shang Yanzhou sat down, he turned his head slightly and asked the police officer sitting first:

"Is the scene protected?"

The police officer replied: "It has been tightly sealed off, and our people are also guarding the perimeter."

"Well, the scene must be well protected, maybe some clues can be found. What about the witnesses."