"Uh... Xiao Wu, get to the point!" Lin Zhifang forcefully swallowed the tea stuck in his throat; it was the first ti he found a good cup of tea so difficult to swallow.
"Yes!" Wu Shuang handed the report she got from the forensic doctor to Lin Zhifang: "The deceased suffered heavy blows to the head and chest twice, the cause of death was drowning, besides, the face was flayed off with rcury infusion."
"Human skin mask!"
Xiao Lin glanced at Lin Zhifang. The imagination of a policeman is not as rich as an artist’s. Seeing his flushed face, one can tell how painful enduring is. If Wu Shuang continues to report arbitrarily, this director will surely lose his composure and vomit on the spot.
This ti Wu Shuang understood Xiao Lin’s words: "I’ll imdiately send soone to inquire at various plastic surgery hospitals."
"No use!" Xiao Lin stopped Wu Shuang, admiring her quick response.
"Currently, only three people in the world can perform this technique, you won’t find them."
Making masks is not a difficult task; it’s a form of folk art. The materials for masks are diverse. A skilled craftsman can carve exquisite micro masks on a grain of rice, while so craftsn can make masks so delicate they almost resemble real people. Today, such techniques have beco lost art, an interruption without continuation.
It’s said that in deep mountains north of the Capital City, there is still a tradition of making skin masks. This thod is extrely cruel, but the masks created are realistic and durable, worn like a second layer of skin on the face, light, breathable, and hard to detect. Xiao Lin first thought of this person, but the age of this craftsman is near a hundred, making it unlikely, besides, this person has an eccentric personality and never leaves the mountains.
"You say you can’t find them, does that an you won’t try to search or investigate?"
"Hehe! Just because you can’t find them, doesn’t an others can’t."
"You..." Wu Shuang suddenly confronted Xiao Lin. She was really fed up with his arrogance, and her goodwill towards him was once again extinguished.
"Officer Wu, don’t always resort to fighting every ti we et!" Blocking Wu Shuang’s flying kick with both hands, he moved closer to Lin Zhifang: "Director Lin, your officers are really impressive."
"Xiao Wu, what are you doing?" Seeing the situation, Lin Zhifang quickly intervened, placing his left hand to block Wu Shuang’s spinning kick. His arm instantly felt sore and numb. He secretly frowned; the strength was no small matter. It seems he is truly getting old. In the past, such physical blows were nothing to him.
"Dr. Xiao was invited by to help with the investigation, what is your attitude!"
After all, Lin Zhifang is the director; Wu Shuang cannot disobey his words nor disrespect him. She stood aside, panting without making a sound, glaring at Xiao Lin with such intensity that she could almost burn holes into him.
Xiao Lin suddenly felt chills all over; being glared at like this by a beauty is really terrifying: "Director Lin, arrange another eting for , then I will handle the paperwork. I want to take the person away today."
"I haven’t received any docuntation yet."
"I’ll naturally arrange that later, prepare the room first; this person may be crucial to solving the case."
After so contemplation, Lin Zhifang nodded.
Upon seeing Consort Ling again, he looked much cleaner, dressed neatly, even his hair underwent trimming.
"They treated you quite well!" Xiao Lin teased.
"That’s thanks to you; such preferential treatnt must make others envious!" Consort Ling smoothed his hair; he was a person who loved beauty, his slender fingers had nails trimd very cleanly.
"Why didn’t you escape when you could have touched weapons?" For an assassin, any tool can be utilized. A master like Consort Ling, leaving here shouldn’t be difficult.
"You asked this last ti. My answer remains the sa."
"You must know, once you entered here, you beca a dead man. Even if you are still alive, they will co sooner or later." Xiao Lin leaned back in his chair, finding Consort Ling much harder to persuade than expected, with almost no breakthrough.
"’Black Crow’ won’t spare you."
"Likewise, will Dragon Soul spare ?" Consort Ling glanced sideways at Xiao Lin. He had a good first impression of him, which led him to help then, although it felt sowhat redundant. In terms of skills or courage, he was inferior to this person in every regard. But this awkward situation now oddly hinted at sowhat of a relief.
An assassin is also a businessman, weighing pros and cons from both sides. When facing targets, choice ti is only a second, just like the calmness needed when pulling the trigger, devoid of distractions. Consort Ling now is devoid of distractions; perhaps he is really numb reaching a state.
"Dragon Soul won’t, but I will!"
Consort Ling laughed: "Maybe you are a military doctor, but you’re not a god!" His arrogant tone felt ridiculous to himself, not because of Xiao Lin. Since when did he, the eradicator of the ’Black Crow,’ need to survive in this way?
"I am not a god, but I need your help." Xiao Lin left the backrest and put his arms on the table, sensing damage to his self-esteem from the laughter: "I still believe everyone cherishes their life, whether you admit it or not, it’s a fact. So how about we make an equal exchange?"
Consort Ling didn’t reply, just t Xiao Lin’s gaze with his gentle face.
"My life for yours, sa as you for mine!"
Consort Ling thought of countless ways Xiao Lin might persuade him, but he never imagined he would entrust his life into his hands. If anyone else in such an environnt said the sa line, it would be considered a mockery, but with Xiao Lin, he didn’t know why his words felt magical, making it irresistible.
"You shouldn’t trust an assassin’s promise!" Consort Ling took so ti to rebuild his defenses, but that line trembled, ready to break anyti.
"Assassins don’t promise!"
Indeed, as an assassin, Consort Ling never promised anyone: "I have killed countless people, they all deserved to die. I’m sure you’ve also killed many, and they also deserved to die."
"If you have killed any innocent person, then believe , I wouldn’t be sitting here but would have fulfilled your wish in our first eting." Xiao Lin tapped the table with his fingers. Consort Ling could control himself well, though internally shaken, he maintained an expressionless facade. (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit qidian to vote for recomndations or monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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