He Qing published a paper titled "Six Laws of Psychological Suggestion" for this incident. He didn't know at the time that this paper would lead to his fame and the Nobel Prize in Psychology, but that's a story for another day.
He Qing helped me a lot this time. In fact, before Yu Zi was convinced, he had secretly hypnotized her. Zhang Keying didn't know, and I didn't want to elaborate. In any case, the disaster at the airport was ultimately averted.
Later, we examined the bomb on Yu Zi and found that it was indeed fake. It looked like a TNT bomb from the outside, but it was filled with rocks.
Yu Zi had simply replaced the explosives with rocks of the same weight inside the bomb, so Zhang Keying's deduction was correct.
The case was solved, and the mystery of the Nightmare Saint was unraveled. Everyone's life returned to normal, and He Xin and I stopped having those strange dreams.
Time advanced to July 18, 2022, 10:32 AM.
I was sweeping the courtyard when I saw my grandfather's portrait. I couldn't help but go up and wipe it, calling out "Grandpa" with deep affection. Then, I paid my respects at my father's memorial tablet. The ancestral tablets were kept here, in a room next to my laboratory in the courtyard. The book titled "The Secret Manual of the Coroner and Modern Forensic Pathologist's Synergy" was also stored here. Today, with some free time, I couldn't resist opening it and reading it thoroughly.
Whenever I study, I lock myself in here, facing the ancestral tablets, to learn the most exquisite and advanced knowledge of coroner and forensic pathology. At the end of the book, there is a sentence: "When you deeply understand the essence of coroner and forensic pathology, you can truly integrate the two..."
As I was reading this sentence, a WeChat message came from "Dad."
"He Sheng, I imagine you've read that sentence by now. Heh, it's been so many years. I think it's time to tell you some truly useful knowledge."
"Dad..."
"Don't be nervous. What I'm about to tell you is that the bamboo leaf extractor can be used in conjunction with the shadowless lamp. Also, the autopsy umbrella can be used with a UV light... When these tools are combined, the autopsy speed will increase by 200%! Didn't your uncle demonstrate a little bit before? Haha, but compared to me, that was just a drop in the ocean."
"Dad" sent a long message, and only then did I realize that, like my grandfather and uncle, he was also deeply skilled in autopsy. I had always thought only my grandfather and uncle were, but it seems the people of our He family are all extraordinary.
Moreover, from "Dad's" tone, his autopsy skills were superior to my uncle's.
I read the long message, word for word, memorizing it thoroughly.
My mind seemed to be filled with countless autopsy tools, as if they were my own blood, truly integrated with me.
One body a day, leaving no trace for a thousand miles.
Fame and glory depart with the body, the soul of the He family coroner.
My uncle told me that this was the essence of the He family's coroner skills and our family motto.
The first line was once mentioned by Song Ci, and later our He family ancestors modified the second line according to their own style.
Later, I modified it myself to: "Coroner's autopsy techniques, continuing for thousands of years, fame and glory depart with the body, forever unforgettable."
I couldn't help it; with my humble writing skills, this was the best I could do. It's not well-written, so please don't mind.
If you have any suggestions, feel free to offer them. I will consider revising them.
I seem to have seen this sentence in other novels, but I forget which one.
It is worth mentioning that later the He family and the Song family were complementary families.
After finishing my studies, my brain was almost fried from being too engrossed. Although I'm not like Sherlock Holmes, who can go days without eating or sleeping, I can still dedicate a day and a night to studying.
Because of the previous incident, Zhang Keying's attitude towards me inexplicably became even more enthusiastic. She often sent me messages secretly, asking about Liu Yuning's condition.
Now, she and I occasionally go to see the still bedridden Yuning. One day, we bought a lot of fruit and a bouquet of flowers. Looking at the pitiful Yuning, Zhang Keying couldn't help but cry, "Captain Liu, you must get up soon. When you're not here in our Punishment Squad, we're like a scattered mess. Brother He Sheng can't lead at all. He's great at solving cases, but his leadership skills are..."
Even though I was present, Zhang Keying said it without reservation. However, I wouldn't blame her. As they say, each to their own specialty, and there are levels to understanding. In certain aspects, I wouldn't be able to match Zhang Keying and Liu Yuning even in a hundred years.
I patted the distressed Keying. Now, all we could do was silently gaze at Yuning.
You still lie on the snow-white hospital bed, just as you did before. Your face is as captivating and charming as ever, but your eyes are closed, like the Sleeping Beauty in a Marco Belliocchi work. Who knows when you will awaken.
Zhang Keying and I held your hand together. We've held this powerless hand so many times, yet you still show no signs of waking.
That day, I cried. Tears streamed down uncontrollably, and I wept with exceptional sadness, like a child bullied by adults, feeling incredibly wronged. I remember not having cried like this in decades, but seeing you lying there so quietly, as if dead, I couldn't contain my sorrow and suppressed emotions, and they were instantly released. I remember someone standing outside the ward then. When I looked up towards the door, he was already gone...
"Captain, hurry back, there's a situation here!" a message from Gao Mingqiang.
"Captain, what are you doing? Haven't you seen the message yet?" a message from Xiahou.
"Captain He, we can't handle this. The situation is too complex. We hope you can come immediately!" a message from Xie Chuchu.
"Dad, what are you doing? Please, please come quickly!"
I don't know how many times these messages were sent before I finally woke up from my daze. I saw the messages on my phone were sent hours ago. I immediately sobered up and replied, "What happened?"
The first reply in the group chat was from He Xin: "Thank goodness, Dad. I thought you had committed suicide!"
"What the hell? How could that happen? Tell me, what's going on?"
"Dad, come here. Guangming City, Jianchuan Town, Wild Mountain Village."
"You're already there? When did you go?"