My magic stick is going to heaven!

Shang Yanzhou took the documents handed over by the police and put them on the roof of the car. After putting on his gloves, he took the documents directly and walked into the tube building.

Wen Changlang finally climbed out of the car, only to find that Shang Yanzhou had already entered.

He looked up at the tube building in front of him. It was built against the mountain, standing against the water, facing the sun in the middle of the sky, and shaded by willows and locust trees below. It was really an excellent place to raise corpses.

I thought to myself, there may be more than one corpse in this tube building.

Wen Changlang stepped forward and was stopped by a police officer just as he was about to go in:

"An important place for handling cases, outsiders are not allowed to enter!"

Um?Wen Changlang touched his face and retorted:

"Do I look like an outsider?! The young master is suave and handsome! How can I look like an outsider!"

The police officer looked at Wen Changlang and blushed immediately. This man was indeed good-looking, with exquisite features, hooked eyebrows and eyes, and his skin was more delicate than those girls'.

He wriggled his lower lip and said in embarrassment:

"You are not from the Inspectorate."

Wen Changlang with his hips on his hips, with his toes high and high:

"I'm not from the Police Inspectorate, but I'm from the Superintendent of the Police Inspectorate!"

Police officer: "..."

The person who supervises... grows...? ? ?

It seems to be the same... This person did get out of the superintendent's car. The police officer blushed, moved aside in a panic, and said stammeringly:

"Since... you are a friend of the governor... please come in..."

Wen Changlang glanced at him, pointed at him and shook his head, and then walked in with his long legs, but before going in, he suddenly turned his head and smiled coquettishly:

"I'm not a friend of Governor Shang, I'm a member of Governor Shang!"

? !

Shang... the governor's man?people? ?

The police officer was immersed in Wen Changlang's monstrous smile, and his mind was in chaos.

Walking in Wen Changlang, it was a long corridor, with wind blowing in from both sides, blowing like a piece of music, whistling, he walked along the corridor, and on both sides were rooms that crossed one by one.

This kind of tube building structure is like the place where the army lived during the warlord period. It is simple, neat and regular, but now it is just an abandoned building.

It was in one of the rooms where the crime scene was discovered, and the severed arm of the deceased still remained in it.

When Wen Changlang entered, the dumping place had been circled with white powder, and Shang Yanzhou, wearing gloves, was looking at the maggot-infested arm.

At this time, Shang Yanzhou, with burning eyes and a solemn expression, was concentrating on the work of his subordinates. He was usually gentle and refined, but facing the corpse, he was surprisingly calm and calm.

Wen Changlang is used to seeing ghosts, they all look like people after death. As for the corpse, and it still has an arm, it is really rare.

He moved a few steps, patted the trembling policeman next to him, and asked:

"Is your governor always like this? Playing with corpses every day?"

The policeman swallowed his saliva with his eyes wide open, then raised his head and glared at Wen Changlang: "The superintendent is inspecting the corpse and handling a case! Not for fun!"

"Then why don't you go? Why do you have to do it yourself?"

The police officer took a step back: "...Inspecting the corpse has always been the job of the autopsy officer, but the superintendent is worried and wants to inspect it himself."

Wen Changlang nodded: "Oh oh oh"

Looking up at the furnishings and layout of this room, there is only an old wooden bed, a table, and a small vent on the wall.

The decoration is simple and the structure is clear. Generally, this kind of tube building is not too complicated. I chose to commit crimes here because it has been abandoned for a long time and no one will find it.