Chapter 3

Modern medical technology has been able to realize the transplantation of most human organs, so the black market organ trafficking has been banned repeatedly. However, no matter how ignorant people know, human brain transplantation is impossible. At present, even the possibility of theory does not exist.

What's this guy doing with taking people's brains? You know, brain surgery is much more complicated than stealing a kidney, unless he has a special hobby.

"What special hobby?" Hu Xing asked curiously.

"For example, he likes to eat bean curd and doesn't think it's strong enough to sell outside." Aoki said casually.

Hu Xing remembered that she had just eaten bean curd in the morning. There was a stream of sour water in her throat and she almost didn't spit it out.

Shi Dazhuang said, "well, Mr. Aoki, don't be kidding. If you have any good ideas, talk quickly."

"How long has it been?" Aoki asked, looking at Shi Dazhuang's dark circles.

Shi Dazhuang hesitated: "ten, twenty or thirty hours."

Aoki knew it clearly and joked, "it's almost time to be punished?".

Shi Dazhuang was startled: "brother, you can't talk nonsense. We have discipline. Who dares to be punished! Besides, we also look at different objects in handling cases and pay attention to humanization, right, Xiao Hu?"

Hu Xing said knowingly, "yes, this man is a surgeon. He often stands on the operating table for one day. This time is not fatigue."

Aoki almost wanted to laugh. He shook his head and said, "let me have a look."

Shi Dazhuang said, "OK, I'll go with you."

Aoki asked again, "is there an air conditioner in there?"

Then he said to Hu Xing, "officer Hu, look at my gesture and turn the temperature of the air conditioner inside to the lowest. In addition, help me prepare an ice bag."

"Ice bag?" Hu Xing was puzzled, but his mind turned quickly. "Is ice lolly OK?"

"Just don't melt."

Hu Xing frowned and guessed the intention of Qingmu. She always felt that the "expert" introduced by Professor Mei was not very reliable.

"Isn't he really a liar?"

……

Zhao Pengcheng sat in the cold interrogation chair and heard the sound of the iron door opening.

Are you changing shifts again?

This kind of continuous interrogation really made him very uncomfortable. If he hadn't practiced his skills on the operating table, he couldn't hold on.

He heard the clatter of his leather shoes on the ground and the sound of kicking.

Pull plate?

Zhao Pengcheng tried to lift his tired eyelids and saw the criminal investigation captain who had interrogated him three times come in with a guy in a windbreaker.

Because of the backlight, he couldn't see the man's face clearly, but the man was... Wearing a pair of slippers.

When has police discipline become so lax?

Or do you want to use this routine to attract my attention so that I can speak?

Zhao Pengcheng seemed to see through the police's intentions all at once. With a sneer, he lowered his eyelids and stopped looking at them.

Shi Dazhuang signaled the police officer under interrogation to leave, then opened his chair and deliberately made a lot of noise. He sat down and was about to turn the light on the suspect to the brightest, but Aoki stopped him.

Aoki said, "turn off the light."

"What?" Shi Dazhuang thought he had heard wrong.

Aoki said again, "turn off the light."

Shi Dazhuang had to do so.

The light went out, and the light in the interrogation room suddenly darkened, which made Zhao Pengcheng, who had been illuminated by the strong light, a little uncomfortable, but his body was a lot easier.

A burst of fatigue hit him and he was sleepy. But he was still nervous, wondering how the other party would wake him up and not let him sleep.

Knock on the table? Or speak loudly? Or shine more powerful lights on me?

He waited quietly, and then he heard the sound of pulling the board.

Tap, tap,

The voice came in front of him and began to turn around him.

Tap, tap,

Circle after circle.

Is that it? So you want to bring me down?

Ah, the eyelids are so heavy. I want to sleep! What do you have? Hurry up and make it out. If you don't make it out, I'll really fall asleep!

Zhao Pengcheng laughed to himself. This man is a mallet.

It won't be a wizard to hypnotize me, will it?

Well, hypnosis?

Zhao Pengcheng's heart flashed a glimmer of clarity, and fear arose spontaneously.

Ah, can't sleep!

He wants to open his eyes. But why are eyelids so heavy?

Tap, tap,

Why is this damn sound still ringing?

Tap, tap,

The world fell into nothingness.

Tap, tap,

……

Aoki walked around Zhao Pengcheng several times, and then made a gesture in the direction of the monitor and the mirror.

A cool wind from the air conditioner on the roof reverberated in the narrow space, and the indoor temperature suddenly dropped, which was quite chilly.

After a while, Hu Xing pushed the door in and put a box of ice cream on the interrogation table.

Aoki opened it and saw that the lovely female police officer bought one for each taste. There were no two in a whole box.

He smiled and picked a mung bean, then pushed the ice cream box to Shi Dazhuang, indicating that he would also choose one he liked.

Really eat!

Hu Xing in the monitoring room widened her eyes and watched two big men gulping ice cream in the dark interrogation room, while the interrogated object actually fell asleep in the chair.

This is not true! Is this the story that happened in the criminal police team?

Shi Dazhuang also has doubts.

He was willing to believe Aoki, and he believed that the famous Professor Mei would not send him a charlatan, but it was a little difficult to eat ice cream in the interrogation room.

"Shh!" Aoki uses a gesture to stop Shi Dazhuang who wants to talk and signals him to wait.

Just as Shi Dazhuang was impatient, Aoki stood up, walked slowly to Zhao Pengcheng, who was asleep, and looked down at his face.

Due to the dim light, Hu Xing can't see clearly through the glass, but her intuition tells her that there must be some details that can't be missed. She hurried to watch the surveillance video and zoomed in until only the suspect's face was left on the computer screen.

She saw that Zhao Pengcheng's eyes were closed, but they were moving rapidly.

Aoki seemed to be confirming something. Then he went back and took a popsicle again. Without tearing the package, he wound around the back of the interrogation chair and stuffed the popsicle into Zhao Pengcheng's back waist.

……

Zhao Pengcheng woke up. He was awakened by cold.

It's so cold around! Especially the waist and back, just like lying on an iceberg.

He opened his eyes vaguely and found himself lying naked in the bathtub.

Ice was floating in the bathtub. It was freezing.

He was startled and immediately touched the soap box next to him.

He didn't know why he did it, as if he had arranged a script.

There is a mobile phone in the soap box.

He turned to look in the bathroom mirror.

On the mirror was a line written in Lipstick:

Your kidney will lose sooner or later. It's better to give it to a more useful person. Call 120. You'd better not stand up until the doctor comes.

Fear occupied his body more thoroughly than the cold.

He reached into the cold water with trembling hands and touched his back along his hips.

At his left back waist, he felt a bulge of about twenty centimeters. With the doctor's intuition, he knew it was a scar, which had been simply sutured.

Someone took his kidney!

He picked up the phone and pressed 110. After thinking about it, I felt it was inappropriate and pressed 120 again. After thinking about it again, I still feel inappropriate.

He didn't know why it was wrong to call 110 and 120. Anyway, he thought he couldn't call, so he held the phone and stayed.

At this time, he saw the bathroom door open and a strange man came in.

The man was clearly handsome, but he wore a chicken nest head, an old dark gray windbreaker and an untimely bell bottomed trousers. The bottom trouser legs were cut short and ragged. Hands in trouser pockets, slightly hunched back, walking lazily, like just waking up. The pulling board on the foot makes a sound of "tap tap tap", like a hypnotic Magic Flute.

"Quack..."

Zhao Pengcheng heard a crow flying through the window of the bathroom, then "quack" flew back and stopped on the windowsill.

He knows that crows are carrion animals and can smell the smell of dead people, which is also the reason why crows are unknown in folk rumors.

"Am I dying?" he thought.

"You won't die, you just lost your kidney," said the strange man at the door.