Chapter 4, Funeral Home

When Bai Yutang emerged from the car wearing an ARMANI silver-gray trench coat and Gucci sunglasses, you might think of celebrities, models... In any case, you certainly wouldn't think of a detective

A silver Spyker C8 sports car came to a stop in front of the S City Funeral Home. Although there were not many pedestrians in the area, this somewhat extraordinary sports car still attracted the attention of several onlookers

The car was a gift from my brother, and his money is from legitimate income! Bai Yutang shrugged, "I like this car! It can reach the speed of sound, making it excellent for chasing thieves!"

You drive a sports car worth 400,000 US dollars in and out of the police station, and I refuse to believe that no one has ever filed a complaint against you

"It is perfect! Not beautiful!" Zhang Zhao emphasized, "When looking at the photos, I noticed that the position of almost every number is equally precise." Speaking to the book, he put on gloves, turned the corpse's ear over, and pointed it out to Bai Yutang: "The number is exactly located on the back of the external auditory canal. Do you know what that means?"

"Speak Chinese!" Bai Yutang could not help but interrupt

Ah! Another one. Bai Yutang raised his eyes to look at Zhan Zhao

So what does this indicate, expert? Bai Yutang looked at Zhan Zhao, still with a puzzled expression.

Perfectionism? Bai Yutang admired that number once again, "I fail to see the beauty in marking numbers on the ears of the dead"

Zhan Zhao and Bai Yu Tang exchanged a glance, then followed Chen Jing into the mortuary

This location, "is a unique position," continued Zhang Zhao.

Ah, the detective driving the $400,000 Spyker C8 to catch thieves says, "hetushu.com, your social role positioning is unclear!"

"Alright, cat, from the moment you were born until now, you have been trying hard to prove that I am an abnormal person," Bai Yutang said, surveying the hall of the funeral home, speaking casually. "However, your grand psychological theory does not work on me!"

"This was delivered this morning, take a look here," said Chen Jing as he turned the head of the corpse to one side, revealing a clear number "39" behind the ear of the corpse

Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang simultaneously turned their faces to look at the person speaking. He was a lean man, approximately thirty years old, and the dim light in the funeral home made his already pale complexion appear even more somber

Zhan Zhao lowered his head to examine the number closely: "It doesn't seem to be handwritten"

"Isn't that a tattoo?" He touched his chin and glanced at Zhang Zhao, "What is that thing?"

What is the complaint? Bai Yutang took off his sunglasses and walked inside

I am Chen Jing, are you two police officers? The man主动地伸出手.

Ah... Hello, Bai Yutang extended his hand to shake, taking out his identification from his pocket with one hand, "Bai Yutang, this is Zhan Zhao."

In the morgue lay several bodies covered with white cloths, but only one had a corner of the cloth lifted, indicating that Chen Jing was in the process of applying makeup to it

Zhan Zhao removed his gloves. "This indicates that the individual with the specified number possesses relatively professional medical knowledge, exhibits extreme perfectionism, has certain obsessive-compulsive personality traits, and is a person who pays meticulous attention to detail. They are engaged in an extremely rigorous profession and are also a cautious and meticulous individual in their daily life"

Well... it can only be determined after a specific examination, similar to a certain feeling of a stamp from hetushu.com, not like a tattoo. "Zhan Zhao still kept his head down, looking very serious, "The person who put this number on has a very serious—perfectionism.

Zhan Zhao, feeling helpless, also got out of the car, "Has no one ever complained about you?"

Gongsun has already informed me of your intentions. After shaking hands with Zhan Zhao, Chen Jing turned to lead the two of them to the morgue, saying, "I would like you to first take a look at some things"

He is a pervert, Zhang Zhao concluded

"... ... The number in this position, if the ear is not turned over, will definitely not be discovered!" As he spoke, he released the deceased's ear, allowing it to return to its normal state. He then let Bai Yutang take a look, and indeed, the number was perfectly concealed by the ear's contour, making it invisible from any angle.

As the investigator, it can indeed be considered particularly special. A person who walked out of the morgue responded.

Hmm? Bai Yutang lowered his head to take a look after hearing this, and he saw that the blue number was exceptionally neat, in standard Song typeface

"Is that person a pervert?" Bai Yutang replied without a moment's hesitation. Seeing Zhan Zhao give him a sidelong glance, he helplessly spread his hands, "This is beyond doubt!"

Bai Yutang said, "Speak Chinese, please!"

Ha! Zhang Zhao put his hands in his pockets, "It doesn't matter if you don't admit it; after all, I have successfully proven over the past twenty years that you have multiple personality disorders, including paranoid, antisocial, borderline, histrionic, narcissistic, and eccentric types!"

If any of those types of disorders are established, then..." Bai Yutang pointed to the mortuary's cold storage room and said, "I should be the one assigning numbers to the deceased, rather than the one investigating outside.