Chapter 107 Corpse Memory

Although he found this conjecture absurd, it didn’t seem impossible. Moreover, he didn’t know why, but this premonition was becoming stronger and stronger.

Zhou Ze narrowed his eyes slightly.

He reached out and touched the bronze ring he always wore on the ring finger of his left hand.

He got this ring back in Sanxiang Village, and then he gave it to that consciousness at General Mountain after it awakened and used it once.

After that,

he never used it again.

Boss Zhou really had a lot of similar treasures.

For example, the Yin-Yang Record still couldn’t be used. Even though the old Taoist brought back the weasel and the snake, they couldn't come out. Later, he even stewed a pot for everyone to drink.

The "idiot pen" was only used once to seal that consciousness, and it hadn't been used since.

This ring was the same.

It was a bit like playing an online game. You got a god-tier item and were happy to wear it out to show off, but it prompted you that you couldn’t equip it because your level was not high enough.

This bronze ring could be used to form a large enchantment, but if Zhou Ze himself used it, he could only form an illusion that "trapped" himself.

In short, it was a bit like VR glasses, but you could design a simple, crude scene to go into, which couldn’t deceive others, only yourself.

What a useless usage.

The blue light curtain slowly expanded,

but in the eyes of the old Taoist beside him,

his boss suddenly sat there motionless, without even blinking his eyes. Even, there seemed to be blue light flowing in his eyes.

The old Taoist hesitated for a moment, squatted down, and waved his hand in front of the boss, but the boss still didn't respond.

"Boss?"

The old Taoist called out softly,

but he didn't dare to reach out and touch him.

On Zhou Ze's side, the small road around him was constantly changing.

He had read the files. Although there were no photos of the victim's identity, there were photos recording the environmental scene of the dismemberment case at that time.

At this moment,

the road around Zhou Ze began to slowly degrade into an asphalt road.

The streetlights on both sides of the road also began to gradually disappear.

Simple,

dim,

became the main color now.

The greenery behind Zhou Ze and the pedestrian street further away also began to slowly dissipate, replaced by a textile factory.

The general pattern was like this now. Zhou Ze couldn't make it more specific or grand.

A young woman walked from one end of the asphalt road.

What she looked like specifically, what clothes she wore specifically, was very vague. He only knew that she was a young… woman.

Boss Zhou didn't go overboard and add anything else. Let the mosaic be a mosaic. Just make do with it to get the general idea.

Well,

it was too bright.

In an instant,

the sky darkened.

When the woman walked in front of Zhou Ze,

a dark figure suddenly rushed out from behind. Zhou Ze designed this figure to be the dark figure commonly used in "Detective Conan."

The dark figure rushed towards the woman,

but before he could act,

Zhou Ze frowned again.

No,

this may not be the place where the crime took place.

This was the scene of the body dumping, not the scene of the murder. It was impossible for the murderer to kill and dismember the body here, even at night.

The scene began to distort.

The scene was still the original scene, but the girl was gone.

The Conan-brand dark figure was still there.

He was carrying a plastic bag in his hand,

and walked back from the other end of the road,

then put the plastic bag on the ground and left.

Zhou Ze raised his head.

Behind the windows of a room on a certain floor of the not-so-old apartment building across the street,

a dark figure emerged.

A passerby appeared. He found the bag, found the meat inside, which was obviously still fresh, not rotten. He picked up the meat and happily went home.

The dark figure was just staring down from above,

as if he was admiring all this, admiring his own… prank.

You could even see the white teeth of the dark figure.

He was,

smiling.

A wave of fatigue hit him.

Zhou Ze closed his eyes and, when he opened them again, everything was back to normal. The old Taoist was squatting in front of him, his face almost touching his own.

"What are you doing!"

"Ah!"

The old Taoist was so frightened that he sat down on the ground.

"Boss, I saw you suddenly sitting there without moving, and it scared me."

Zhou Ze rubbed his forehead, feeling a little annoyed.

The biggest problem now was actually the death of the old newspaper vendor. Did her death have anything to do with the dismemberment case sixteen years ago?

If there was a connection, why did the murderer kill her?

Just then, Zhou Ze's cell phone rang. It was Lawyer An's call.

"Hello."

"Hello, Boss, where are you?"

"At Xiaoshi Bridge. What's wrong?"

"I've found a few nearby places that are suitable for accumulating merit points. Are you free? Shall we go take a look?"

Lawyer An had been busy with Zhou Ze's promotion to head constable.

"In a couple of days."

"Okay, it's not urgent anyway. So, what are you doing?"

"Investigating a case."

"Heh, that's a good hobby. Great. Then I'll go to the old place to eat by myself. Do you want to come along?"

"Lao An, do you have any research on corpses?" Zhou Ze suddenly asked.

Because he remembered that Lawyer An was an expert in handling refrigerated corpses. Basically, he produced, sold, and used them himself, completely without any middlemen making a profit.

"Huh?" Lawyer An immediately replied, "Not familiar, not familiar at all."

Sometimes,

lazy people,

can sense each other.

Lawyer An looked insincere, showing an attitude that he didn't want to interfere, which was very similar to Zhou Ze's mentality, so Zhou Ze sensed it.

It wasn't that he couldn't,

it was that he was too lazy to be able to.

Rather than investigating a boring case, Lawyer An preferred to find his club models.

"Come help me investigate. I'll send you my current location."

"Boss, this…"

"I didn't want to get involved either, but the old woman who just talked to me yesterday was killed right after I left. That makes me very uncomfortable."

Boss Zhou didn't have the same "people's police" mindset as Lao Zhang,

but if the murderer had brushed past him yesterday, or was really standing in the old apartment building across the street watching him and the others, and then killed the old woman,

it made Zhou Ze feel very uncomfortable.

Lawyer An still came, unwillingly. He parked his luxury car by the side of the road, rolled down the window, and asked curiously,

"Where's the body?"

"The body?"

"Yeah, the body. Boss, did you dispose of it?"

"The crime scene isn't here," Zhou Ze explained.

Lawyer An lit a cigarette, smiled, and said,

"Forget it. Since I'm already here, I'll help you to the end. Call Lao Zhang and have him arrange for me to 'see' the body alone."

"Okay."

………………

In the police station's forensic room, the body had already been preliminarily processed and was now ready for autopsy.

Lao Zhang reluctantly asked the female forensic doctor to avoid with her assistant, which made the people in the forensic room very puzzled. Moreover, doing so was actually against the rules.

However, Lao Zhang was now the new version of "new boss with three fires." No one was willing to challenge him at this time. Judging from the way this new criminal police captain had been acting since taking office, he was obviously a veteran criminal police officer. What if he was planning to make an example of someone to establish his authority?

Lao Zhang wiped the sweat from his forehead. He knew that this was against the rules, driving the forensic doctors out and then bringing outsiders in to see the body.

But since his rebirth,

Lao Zhang had completely let himself go.

As long as he could find the real culprit and give the deceased justice, whether the process conformed to the rules was no longer within Lao Zhang's consideration.

Most importantly, he himself was clear that, unless a miracle occurred, there was basically no hope of solving the case sixteen years ago through human effort. He could only hope that Boss Zhou and the others, these "non-humans" in front of him, could come up with a way to break the situation.

Lawyer An was observing the body, and said with some relief, "Fortunately, it hasn't been autopsied yet, or I wouldn't be able to do anything."

"What are you planning to do?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Heh, the body has memories. To be precise, human memories are not only stored in their souls. For example, athletes can rely on long-term, high-intensity training to make their muscles and bodies form inertial memory, which can save thinking and reaction time."

"Can you read the memories of the dead?" Zhou Ze asked.

Hearing this,

the old Taoist on the side suddenly froze.

Lawyer An shook his head. "I'm sorry, I don't have the ability to read directly. Perhaps someone does."

"Then isn't that just talking nonsense?" Lao Zhang said helplessly.

"I can't read them, but I can let the body tell us," Lawyer An said as he took off the glove on his left hand. As he spoke, the flesh on his left hand slowly receded, revealing the ghastly white bones.

The five finger bones were constantly bending and straightening, giving people an extremely strange feeling.

"Everyone, step back. Next, is the moment to witness a miracle."

Lawyer An's bone palm was placed on the dead woman's forehead,

and red patterns began to emanate from his bone palm, one by one, covering the entire body.

Then, Lawyer An retracted his hand and reminded,

"With my level, I can only stimulate the body to do what it was doing in the five minutes before death. Moreover, this technique can only be used once on each body. It's a method that I improved from the corpse-driving people of Xiangxi."

As soon as he finished speaking,

the old woman, who had been lying quietly on the steel bed, suddenly opened her eyes.

Then,

her body began to move in an extremely stiff but determined manner.

Her hands were raised, slightly bent,

and her feet were constantly lifting and lowering,

the whole person wiggling on the steel bed in an extremely uncoordinated posture, looking extremely strange.

"What is she doing?" the old Taoist asked after seeing this scene.

Zhou Ze pondered for a moment and replied,

"She's… riding a tricycle."