Chapter 3 (1/2)
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?