Chapter 127: The Green-Eyed Fox (2/2)

“What a crazy woman!” remarked Sun Tiger, shaking his head.

Soon after that, the police officer returned with the things I needed. It was already very late at night, so it must’ve taken him a lot of effort to acquire these things. I thanked him profusely, then pulled out a stone pestle from my backpack. Since I often used it, I bought a spare one and always carried it in my equipment bag.

I pounded the dried lotus leaves, camphor, and sulfur into a powder, then asked Sun Tiger for a cigarette.

“But I thought you don’t smoke, kiddo!” he laughed.

He then tossed me a cigarette and lit one up for himself. At that point, Xiaotao frowned and reminded him, “Director, you’re in the morgue.”

“Ah, yes, of course,” he murmured as he put away the cigarette.

I peeled open the cigarette, emptied the tobacco inside, and refilled it with the powder that I just made, then licked the cigarette wrapper to reseal it. I asked Sun Tiger to light it up for me. I then took a huff, but because I’d never smoked before, it burned my throat so much I was almost in tears.

“Smells interesting,” Sun Tiger commented. “Can I try it?”

I handed it to him. He took a huff and broke into a coughing spell.

“What the hell is this?” he asked. “Is it even made for human consumption?”

“It is! For a dead human, that is.”

I asked Sun Tiger to put gloves on and help me hold the victim’s mouth open. I then inserted the tube into the victim’s mouth, took a big huff, and blew the smoke into the tube.

“Nothing’s happening,” said Sun Tiger.

“Patience, Uncle Sun,” I replied. “By the way, which wound do you think was the first cut?”

“This one!” He said, pointing at a wound.

The next moment, smoke rose up from one of the stab wounds on the victim’s belly, not where Sun Tiger was pointing.

“That’s incredible!” he exclaimed with widened eyes.

The technique I just used was called Intestinal Smoke. Once blown into the victim’s body, the smoke would not dissipate. It would linger in the victim’s digestive and only escape if there were any wounds that were deep enough to damage the victim’s internal organs.

I moved the tube further down and inserted it into the victim’s trachea, then continued to blow smoke into it. Suddenly, the body quivered slightly, making Sun Tiger let out a horrified gasp. He took a few steps back while Xiaotao, who was by then used to such a sight, watched on amusedly. I could even see that she was trying very hard to hold in her laughter.

As I blew in the smoke, the pressure inside the victim’s inner cavity built up, causing the smoke to force itself out through the wounds. This made the wounds sputter like the mouths of goldfish—and that was indeed a surreal sight!

I quickly marked the wounds that had smoke coming out with a red-ink pen before the smoke cleared.

“These are the only real fatal wounds,” I explained. “The rest are just for show.”

Sun Tiger counted five or six of these wounds. He then asked, “For show? Who’s it for?”

I smiled and answered, “The police, of course!”

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