Courtyard House: Why is my time-travel experience so shabby?

In the evening, the fire burned in the clouds, and the sea and sky were dyed blood red. Looking at this posture, it will rain tomorrow.

Queen Elizabeth Hospital, Gascoigne Road, Yau Ma Tei, Kowloon District, this is the designated autopsy hospital designated by the Hong Kong Island Police to cooperate with.

Du Weiguo followed Uncle Jiu all the way and saw several strange dead people in the cold morgue, as well as the long-lost autopsy doctor Dr. Wu.

These corpses are indeed a bit weird, one is as green as iron, one is slightly burnt and curled up, and another one has his mouth opened at an extremely exaggerated angle, his tongue was forcibly pulled out, but there is a weird smile on his face .

Du Weiguo was a murderer in Yingye. He had seen many mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and was used to seeing all kinds of ferocious monsters. Naturally, he would not be frightened by a few corpses.

His expression was calm. He leaned down and inspected the body almost inch by inch. Suddenly he stopped and frowned.

His eyes fixed on the nostrils of the blue-white corpse, and he hummed softly.

Forensic doctor Lao Wu saw his actions, his eyes suddenly showed admiration, and gave him a thumbs up:

"The Evil God is really sharp. I'm convinced. I did find clues in the nasal cavities of these corpses!"

Uncle Jiu was stunned: "Old Wu, what clues have been discovered, why didn't I know about it?"

Forensic Doctor Wu said with a smile on his face: "Oh, I just discovered it, I haven't had time to tell you yet."

Uncle Jiu grabbed him and asked anxiously: "Old Wu, what did you find?"

"Bacteria!" Forensic Doctor Wu.

"Gu!" Du Weiguo.

The two of them answered almost in unison, but their answers were quite different.

Forensic Doctor Wu turned his head and glanced at Du Weiguo. Although he did not dare to directly attack him due to his status, his tone was still full of stubbornness.

"Mr. Wesley, your statement is not rigorous enough. Poisons are usually insects, and the foreign objects found in the deceased's nasal cavity were hyphae coiled into a ball."

Du Weiguo shook his head, his tone was calm, but extremely determined:

"No, it's not mycelium, but dozens of dead strip worms hugging each other to form a ball. Dr. Wu, it's not your problem, it's that the microscope's magnification is not enough."

Being questioned in the professional field, Dr. Wu suddenly became furious and said with a red face:

"Impossible! The microscope I use is specially made by the German Weil Company and can magnify 140 times~"

Du Weiguo raised his hand to interrupt him, his tone still calm:

"That's right, 140 times is not enough. It needs to be magnified to at least 200 times."

At this point, I have to mention that Du Weiguo's current passive skill, extraordinary vision, is about 48 times the vision level of ordinary people.

However, coupled with the fact that his own physical fitness bonus is more than 6 times that of ordinary people, when the two are combined, his overall vision level is about 300 times that of ordinary people, and he can also see through things.

The secret of the mysterious Tongyou Cave!

Upon hearing this, Forensic Doctor Wu was stunned for a moment, "Oh my god!" Human eyes can actually magnify objects more than 200 times.

He is a research madman, his eyes are shining, and he is even a little eager to try. He wants to pick out Du Weiguo's eyeballs and study them on the spot.

Uncle Jiu had already expected Du Weiguo's extraordinary eyesight. Although he was surprised, he was still calm. He was concerned about other things.

"Wesley, are you saying that these people have been poisoned?"

Du Weiguo shrugged and shook his head with a teasing tone:

"Uncle Jiu, this is your area of ​​expertise. I can only be certain that there are unknown micro-organisms in the nasal cavities of these deceased people, which should be a type of Gu."

Uncle Jiu frowned, his face was solemn, and he murmured softly:

"That shouldn't be the case. Why do these heretics, who want to turn corpses into immortals, practice Gu?"

Although he was in the corpse room, Du Weiguo still lit a cigarette as if no one else was around, and handed one to Uncle Jiu, lighting it for him:

"Uncle Ninth, please tell me something about this Lao Shizi who turned his corpse into an immortal. What kind of skills does he have?"

"Ah~"

Uncle Jiu sighed, slowly exhaled the smoke, and said in a distant tone:

"Eternal life and immortality have always been the ultimate dreams of Taoists, but when it comes to these extreme lunatics, we have to start with Taiping Tao in the late Han Dynasty~~"

At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Huang Jiao of Taiping Dao led two brothers to rise up and cause trouble in the world. Later, the three brothers were defeated and died. The once famous Taiping Dao was leaderless and completely declined.

After Dong Zhuo's death, the world was in chaos, and Taiping Dao believers were used as grindstones and sources of troops by various princes. They were completely wiped out and uprooted.

However, some stubborn remnants fled to Hanzhong and lived under the command of Zhang Lu, the Five Pecks of Rice Cult.

Later, when the Three Kingdoms were established, Hanzhong was also swallowed up by the Shu Kingdom. These monsters and monsters had no foothold and had no choice but to flee south into Yunnan, and then went to the wild lands of South Vietnam.

These guys were mentally ill and firmly believed that Zhang Jiao was not dead, but had become an immortal. From then on, they began to diligently pursue the path to becoming an immortal.

After a long period of time, these guys actually found another way and developed the Laoshizi True Immortal Sect.

In their teachings, there are only five levels of hell, which are ice, flames, gut-draining, heart-gouging, and tongue-pulling out, corresponding to the five sins of fraud, lust, greed, bloodlust, and disbelief in ghosts and gods.

The True Immortal Sect's "Five Prisons Method of Becoming an Immortal" believes that as long as you kill the "human mandrill" corresponding to the five crimes, you can become a corpse immortal.

But these guys used to kill people with real swords and guns. I don’t know why they suddenly started playing tricks now.

When Uncle Jiu said this, Du Weiguo's mind flashed and he finally recalled it. This was clearly the plot of a classic thriller movie, probably called "Two Eyes".

However, due to the passage of time, he only remembered that Tony Leung Ka Fai acted, and he really couldn't remember the subsequent plot.

After thinking for a moment, Du Weiguo asked in a deep voice:

"Uncle Ninth, does that mean that as long as this guy uses Gu worms to kill two mandrills, he can become an immortal on the spot?"

Uncle Jiu shook his head:

"It's not that simple. If we follow the theory of these lunatics, after killing five mandrills, there is still one last step to overcome the tribulation, and only then can the corpses be transformed into immortals."

Du Weiguo was confused when he heard this, and raised his sword eyebrows: "Overcoming the tribulation? The kind with thunder rolling from the sky?"

Uncle Jiu rolled his eyes at him angrily:

"Wesley, I've already told you that you are considered a person of status now, so if you have nothing to do, please read some fairy tales."

"Uh~"

Du Weiguo scratched his head and showed a rare shy expression. Similar words were said by Miss Hu before.

"Yes, yes, Uncle Jiu, what you taught me is that when I have time, I must study Taoist classics and learn the ways of Huang Lao."

After all, Du Weiguo's current status is no small matter. Although he knows that he is perfunctory, it is extremely rare for him to take the initiative to admit his mistakes and speak softly.

Uncle Jiu is also well versed in the principle of giving up when something is good, and he changed the subject:

"This group of crazy people believe that overcoming the tribulation is the final hurdle of life and death, and they must be personally killed by the destined person before they can become immortals."

Du Weiguo couldn't help laughing:

"Good guys, they are indeed a group of lunatics. The so-called tribulation means being killed. Haha, speaking of which, I am particularly good at killing people."

The speaker was unintentional, but the listener sounded intentional. Upon hearing this, Uncle Jiu was suddenly startled, and then he stared straight at Du Weiguo with burning eyes.

Du Weiguo was stared at and dumbfounded:

"Uncle Jiu, what do you mean by looking at me like that? Could it be that I am the destined one among these crazy people?"

To be honest, he didn't even believe a word of this true immortal sect and the nonsense of Lao Shizi's method of turning corpses into immortals.

The so-called mandrill, to put it bluntly, is a villain who is particularly prominent in a certain field. If he just kills a few people, he can become an immortal.

Du Weiguo had tens of thousands of lives in his hands, and there were countless evil people among them. Didn't even the Jade Emperor have to obediently give up his throne to him?

There is no logic at all, just nonsense.

Uncle Jiu's expression was extremely serious and his tone was solemn:

"Wesley, don't laugh yet. Think about it carefully. Although these lunatics are mentally ill, they are not stupid.

Knowing that Hong Kong Island is your territory, you still dare to come, and you chose the time when you were on Hong Kong Island to commit the crime. Are these just coincidences? "

"Huh?" Du Weiguo was stunned.

These three cases happened every other day, and the first case happened exactly on the second day after he returned to Hong Kong from Ryukyu Island. To say it's a coincidence is too much.

Thinking about it this way, it seems that these crazy people are really here for him. Damn, there are still people actively forcing me to kill him? It’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other.

I wanted to calm down for a few days, but trouble came to my door again. It was really like the trees were quiet but the wind was not stopping.

Du Weiguo felt a little irritable, smashed his cigarette butt and asked, "Uncle Jiu, you are an expert in the field of Taoism, so you don't have any specific clues?"

Uncle Jiu shook his head dejectedly, with a trace of disappointment that could not be concealed in his tone:

"No, if according to what you said, these lunatics did not choose traditional killing methods at all, but used unknown Gu insects. There is nothing I can do about it."

Uncle Jiu was indeed disappointed. He used to use Taoism to handle cases, and he always seemed to have divine help and was always unfavorable. However, since meeting Du Weiguo, he has encountered obstacles everywhere and has begun to seriously doubt his ability.

In fact, it's not his fault. Du Weiguo's opponents are too high-end. Let alone Uncle Jiu, anyone involved will feel hopeless and helpless.

You know, even Merlin and Miss Hu, who have reached the ceiling of their combat power, are a burden to be around.

Du Weiguo's current combat power is unique, he is only suitable and can only act alone.

Du Weiguo frowned and thought about it for a moment, then suddenly smiled: "Then this is easy to handle. I will leave Hong Kong Island tomorrow to see if these lunatics continue to kill people."

This time, it was Uncle Jiu who was confused: "Uh~this~"

Du Weiguo smiled and patted Uncle Jiu on the shoulder:

"Uncle Jiu, think about it, if these crazy people are really coming for me, then they will stop when I leave Hong Kong~~"

At this moment, there was a burst of rapid footsteps, and Pengzi opened the door and walked in. His expression was quite bad.

His current position is plainclothes detective of Yau Ma Tei Police Station, acting in charge of Yau Tsim Mong District 3, which can be regarded as taking over from Uncle Jiu.

"Mr. Wesley, Uncle Ninth, someone died again, and this time it was a big shot."

"Huh?" Uncle Jiu frowned: "Pengzi, what's going on?"

After a while, the sky was as dark as ink, Wan Chai, Causeway Bay, and Tin Hau Temple.

At this moment, the streets and temples were under security with numerous uniformed policemen armed with live ammunition. In the back hall of Tin Hau Temple, the body of a young man lay prone.

A big hole was cut out of his back with a sharp blade, and his heart was dug out. There was a large pool of blood on the ground, which had solidified at this moment, and the smell of blood was pungent and unpleasant.

It was obvious that this was the work of those idiots from the True Immortal Sect. This was a typical way of death.

The key is that Du Weiguo also knows this young man who is regarded as a mandrill. Not only does he know him, but basically all the short mules in Hong Kong Island know him.

His surname is Zhen, and his name is Zhen Yanting. He is the youngest son of Zhen Guolong and the only surviving descendant of Zhen Guolong.

Zhen Yanting's nickname is the Third Prince, which is not only the double red stick with the prefix He, but also the boss of He in Causeway Bay.

The tiger father has no dog son. Zhen Guolong's nickname is the God of War. Zhen Yanting is also good at fighting. He has been in the gang since he was 13 years old. He grew up in the shadow of swords and swords.

The third prince can be a double-flower red stick and sit in Causeway Bay, the most prosperous and well-oiled city, but he really has no honor to guard his father.

He relied on his own ability to kill him with a knife and a gun, so no one in the word "He" was dissatisfied.

However, gold is not pure gold, and no one is perfect. The third prince is lustful. He brought his newly flirted horse to the Tin Hau Temple today to offer incense. He never expected that someone would find out about him in the back hall.

If this tragic death had been committed by another group, Hong Kong Island would probably have started a full-scale war tonight, setting off a bloody storm.

Zhen Guolong went fishing in Yuen Long today. Now he has received the bad news and is rushing here in a hurry.

In the back hall of Tianhou Temple, Du Weiguo slowly knelt down, put on gloves, and looked at Zhen Yanting's face. Sure enough, there was that tiny unknown poisonous insect in his nasal cavity.

Du Weiguo gently wiped his nose with his finger, then touched Yeli, whose fur was as smooth as brocade, put his finger in front of it, and said in a very gentle tone:

"Ye Li, try it and see if you can smell any clues?"

"Meow~"

Yeli twitched her nose, then let out a weak cry and shook her head. A very anthropomorphic expression of shame appeared on the cat's face.

"fine."

Du Weiguo patted it lovingly, then stood up and turned to a short mule with a pale face and trembling legs. He was Zhen Yanting's horse boy, nicknamed Big Head.

"Big Head, tell me again, what's going on?"

"Yes, yes~ God of Evil, Brother Prince just now~"

Datou stuttered and told the whole story.

This afternoon, Zhen Yanting took this newly acquired horse to the Tin Hau Temple to offer incense, but she didn’t know what happened.

When he was putting up the incense, he seemed to be fascinated and suddenly became interested. He anxiously took this girl to the back hall, wanting to study the writing method of "kun" right away.

No one could persuade him to do anything, and the few accompanying horses, as well as the priests and servants in the temple, were all driven out by the third prince tyrannically.

Two hours later, Datou felt that the boss would never last this long anyway, so he boldly went to the back hall to check.

It was discovered that Zhen Yanting had been heartbroken to death, and the woman disappeared without a trace.

After hearing what happened, Du Weiguo asked softly: "Datou, do you know the third prince's new horse?"

Datou nodded, then shook his head: "I only know her name is Afen, and I know nothing else."

"Do you have any of her belongings?"

"No, no."

The Tin Hau Temple area is densely populated with tourists, and these rustic dwarf mules have no idea of ​​protecting the site.

In panic, no matter how many people came in and out, the smell had already been mixed, and Ye Li couldn't distinguish it.

Du Weiguo's brows furrowed and his tone became cold: "Then do you know where he met this Ah Fen?"

Datou was so frightened that he knelt on the ground with a thud and replied tremblingly:

"I know, I know, the big, rich ballroom, she is the new goldfish who just came to the ballroom recently."

Goldfish is a jargon term for a public relations lady who only accompanies people with drinks but does not make any appearances. Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo walked out without saying a word.

Pengzi, who always had a sharp eye, quickly trotted after him. He always knew whose job he was holding and which one was the real golden thigh.

The car was driving smoothly on the road, with Pengzi driving the car himself. Du Weiguo rolled down the window, lit a cigarette, and asked softly:

"Pengzi, whose venue belongs to the Monopoly Ballroom?"

Peng Zai’s nickname of Hong Kong Island Living Map was definitely not unfounded. He immediately replied without thinking: “14K, fat cat.”

"Pengzi, do you know him?"

"know."

"Huh~" Du Weiguo exhaled the smoke and nodded noncommittally:

"Okay, Pengzi, when we get to the rich man later, go negotiate with him and find out the details about this person named Afen. It's best to find her things."

"I understand, sir." Pengzi spoke concisely and concisely, and acted very capable.

In fact, Du Weiguo originally didn't want to deal with this case. It was just a few ordinary people who died, and they were all scum. He had seen many dead people, so naturally he didn't care.

Besides, although those guys who want to become immortals are as stupid as idiots, Haolai is also a fairly tight organization.

Any organization that dares to be named after religion is extremely difficult to manage, and Du Weiguo is too lazy to wade into troubled waters.

But now, Du Weiguo has to take care of things regardless of whether he is in charge or not. Zhen Guolong treats him well and has always supported him without reservation.

Now, his son has been chopped up by a human being. He, as an uncle, must take care of this matter. This is called human nature. (End of chapter)