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Text Chapter 467 The third murder

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    "If you have something to say, you can tell me directly without hesitation." The old man sighed. There was still a gap between Yang Zongbao and him, and this gap could not be repaired quickly: "How does the second construction make you feel?"

    "Impetuous, extravagant, not very academic" Yang Zongbao listed the shortcomings of the Second Construction without hesitation.

    "Do you really think so?" the old man interrupted Yang Zongbao and asked.

    "No, this is the surface. Today I went to give a lesson to Peng Yu, a professor of forensic medicine in this school. He actually moved the body of the murder that had just occurred to the podium. This is enough to prove that the power of the second construction has reached a certain level.  "Yang Zongbao recalled.

    "Well, be patient. Sometimes waiting is also a virtue." The old man said so enigmatically that Yang Zongbao was confused.

    After being noncommittal, Yang Zongbao quickly went to the well to take a bath.  The old man also went with him.

    As soon as he took off his shirt, a burst of cheers suddenly broke out.  Yang Zongbao's sharp eyes noticed that several heads had just shrunk on the low wall of the courtyard.  Afraid of the cold, Yang Zongbao could only walk over.

    Outside the low wall, a group of girls were squatting and pretending to be ostriches.

    "You guys" Just as Yang Zongbao wanted to say a few words about his body, several female students suddenly screamed: "Ah"

    "Stopshut up" Yang Zongbao had no choice but to cover his ears. Women are really difficult to deal with, especially half-baked women who are between girls and mature women.

    "Teachinstructoryou have no clothes on"

    Hearing this, Yang Zongbao felt dumbfounded. He said that he was not wearing any clothes. Why were their eyes so full of fingers that they couldn't bear to blink.

    "You guys go back." After thinking for a while, he felt that a good man would not fight with a woman, so Yang Zongbao retreated and was defeated.

    "Hehehehehehe" The old man was happy to see Yang Zongbao deflated and couldn't help laughing.

    Yang Zongbao was too lazy to pay attention to the old man's prank. He went back to the yard to get a bucket of water and went to the toilet to wash up.  Even if Yang Zongbao doesn't care, he still doesn't like to show off his physique in front of others.

    "Grandpa, why are you here?"

    After Yang Zongbao left, the female students became interested in the old man.

    "I don't know why I am here." The old monk pretended to be stupid.

    "You have a ring scar on your head, are you a monk?" The girl also noticed the old monk's head.

    "Yes." The old monk smiled kindly.

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    When the old monk returned to the courtyard, Yang Zongbao happened to come out of the toilet with a bucket: "Haha"

    Although he knew that the old monk was trying to get rid of him, Yang Zongbao still tried his best to control himself and walked back to the dormitory with dignity and leisurely.  After returning to the dormitory, his face was already red.

    The old monk¡¯s laughter outside became even more unscrupulous.

    When Ouyang Liang returned to the courtyard, he saw an old monk laughing and frowning.  He went out early and came back late these days, and he never met the old monk: "Master, where did you come from?"

    As soon as he was asked about it, the old monk's smile immediately faded, his eyes remained unchanged, like a pool of stagnant water, which shocked Ouyang Liang.  This old monk looked completely different from the way he was talking and laughing before.

    "You are too utilitarian. The evil spirit on your face is too strong, no, no" After the old monk said some incomprehensible words, he entered Yang Zongbao's dormitory.

    As soon as the old monk entered the door, Yang Zongbao felt that something was wrong in the atmosphere. The old monk seemed to have returned to his original demeanor of being calm and enigmatic.

    ¡°You should be careful about that person.¡± The old monk said suddenly.

    "Who?" Yang Zongbao had been in the room and didn't know who the old monk was talking about.

    ¡°Big, burly, a little fat¡±

    "Ouyang Liang?" Yang Zongbao knew that Ouyang Liang was the only one who could be described like this: "Why."

    "She looks bad."

    ¡°You are chubby, why do you look bad?¡± Yang Zongbao felt strange.

    "With triangular eyes, you are like a wolf or a tiger when you gain power, but when you lose power"

    The old monk didn¡¯t say what he said next, but Yang Zongbao understood.  I understand, but Yang Zongbao doesn't take it seriously.

    "You just believe in reality too much." The old monk sighed: "Things are divided into yin and yang"

    "Everything is made up of particles." Yang Zongbao interrupted the old monk.

    "Okay, let me ask you, do stones have thoughts?" the old monk asked.

    "No." Yang Zongbao answered firmly.

    "Are there any animals?" the old monk continued to ask.

      "Some do, some don't." Yang Zongbao thought for a while before answering.

    "Are their compositions the same?" the old monk asked.

    ¡°They are different, one is an inorganic substance and the other is a cell.¡± Yang Zongbao thought about what he had learned.

    "Then the cells are further divided into living or non-living ones?"

    "" Yang Zongbao couldn't answer, because the cells below are inorganic substances.

    "Have you ever wondered why some are made of the same material and some are inanimate." The old monk continued to induce.

    "I know what you are going to say, but I don't quite accept it." If the old monk continues to speak, Yang Zongbao's worldview will be subverted.

    "Okay. In fact, there is no essential difference between what you accept and what I accept. Who knows whether the other party is true. Maybe your perception is right, maybe I am right. What we reflect is just our understanding of the world.  It¡¯s just a fundamental understanding, so we have different views on the same thing.¡±

    "What's the use of saying this?" Yang Zongbao asked.

    "If you don't accept this, then it will be difficult for me to explain the secret of Qing Erjian to you."

    The old monk¡¯s words made Yang Zongbao think deeply. After a while, Yang Zongbao bit his lips and said, ¡°Let¡¯s talk about it.¡±

    "The second building is, as I told you before, a hospital. But the history is not a hundred years ago, but in a longer period. It is said that the feng shui of the second building is particularly good. It was a long-lived village in the past. You know  According to Chinese medicine, longevity must be in good harmony with yin and yang, so naturally many people seeking health moved here to seek the secrets. As a result, a hospital was naturally built.  When I got here, I took a sip of tea.

    "It's more than that." Yang Zongbao was very keen to discover the loopholes in the old monk's words.

    "That's right. Where there are doctors, especially places with traditional Chinese medicine, there are many rare treasures. Because in their eyes, everything can be used as medicine, so the things they collect are also very different. These things"

    "These things are all in the second construction" Yang Zongbao sighed.

    "Well, it's underground under the second building and is strictly controlled by the government." The old monk finally solved Yang Zongbao's doubts.

    ¡°Is this why Western medical techniques came so enthusiastically a hundred years ago?¡± Yang Zongbao asked.

    "It's official." The old monk placed the paper taken out of the jade shell in front of Yang Zongbao again: "I have walked carefully around the campus several times in the past few days, and finally I understand the meanings of these pieces."

    "What do you mean?" Yang Zongbao held the piece of paper in his hand. At first he thought the words were beautiful, but he didn't know what they were.  After the old monk reminded him, Yang Zongbao didn't think it was a map and was puzzled.

    "This is not a map. It is a sign. I walked around the campus a few times and found that there were a few matches, but most of them were completely unrecognizable." The old monk said regretfully.

    "What do you want me to do?" Yang Zongbao keenly felt that it was not easy for him to be transferred to the second construction.

    "I want you to determine your own path." The old monk seemed to be saying that there is nothing you can do with eight poles.

    "Huh?" Yang Zongbao was slightly surprised.

    "Whether you want to be a famous doctor or something else, you will naturally know more clearly after this. Aren't you also unsure before joining the army?" The old monk was confident.

    "Does the government just let us do whatever we want?" Yang Zongbao was moved.

    "So I'm looking for another way." The old monk was very satisfied with Yang Zongbao's attitude: "Go to bed early."

    The old monk occupied Yang Zongbao¡¯s camp bed as soon as he arrived, so Yang Zongbao had to sleep on the upper bunk.  After climbing into bed, Yang Zongbao held the piece of paper above his head and read it carefully.  But I couldn't see anything at all, so I slowly closed my eyes and fell asleep

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    The annoying military training ended after the military parade was completed a month later.  Yang Zongbao's students were reluctant to leave him.  There are even a few love letters.

    When Yang Zongbao returned to the monitoring room with a stack of love letters, he aroused the envy, jealousy and hatred of other colleagues.  But Yang Zongbao had no interest in love letters, so he swept them all into a drawer and never read them again.

    "Brother, you are so wasteful." Zhao Xi said with envy, because he had never received a letter.  Because although Zhao Xi has big eyes and cute eyes, he has a fatal flaw for men - short.  Women's whiteness covers three ugliness, while men's height covers three ugliness.

    "For you?" Yang Zongbao asked.

    "No need." Zhao Xi walked away a little hurt.

    "Yang Zongbao comes in."

      The sound was like a huge roar of a bear, making everyone in the monitoring room couldn't help but hold their ears.

    Reluctantly walked to the bearded man¡¯s office: ¡°Head.¡±

    "Another murder has occurred." The bearded man deliberately lowered his voice.  This has no effect.  People outside can still hear it.

    "Where did it happen?" Yang Zongbao asked.

    "Here." The bearded man clicked a small dot on the line connecting the two accident sites that Yang Zongbao drew last time - forming a triangle.

    "Where is that area?" Yang Zongbao had a hunch that the murderer was on campus.

    "It's in our school." Sure enough, the bearded man confirmed Yang Zongbao's guess.

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    "What do you think we should do now?" the bearded man asked.

    "This is not my major, I don't know." Yang Zongbao also had no answer, because it was really not his major, and there was nothing he could do about it. Crossing a line is like crossing a mountain, and every step is thousands of miles away.

    "No one can do this from the beginning. The murderer must be caught quickly, otherwise"

    Even Yang Zongbao felt the huge pressure behind the bearded man.

    "I'll try my best, but I need information." Yang Zongbao also wanted to further contact the second construction, so he took the job.

    "Okay, we will try our best to cooperate with you if you need anything." Big Beard didn't know why he placed his hope on Yang Zongbao.  He just subconsciously felt that Yang Zongbao would bring him a surprise.

    "I need to use the library." This is something Yang Zongbao has wanted for a long time.

    "Okay." The bearded man agreed without even thinking.

    ¡°Information on all senior students who have access to the operating room or have undergone suture and skin incision training.¡±

    "Okay. Do you have an idea? Do you know the murderer's motive?" The bearded man asked hopefully.

    "Each time a section of intestinal tube is cut off, the length and location are basically the same. Either for eating or for experiments." Yang Zongbao expressed his opinion.

    "Eat? Cannibalism?" The bearded man was also a bit scary.

    "Yeah. Of course it's just a guess." Yang Zongbao shrugged: "It should be for experiments."
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