Synesthesia Forces People to Solve Crimes [Hong Kong]

[Updating "Xiangjiang Detective [90]", pre-received "Datang Tang Dynasty in Xiangjiang [80]", please collect it~] Copywriting of this article: Zhong Ziqing, who has been in a vegetative state for three years, has traveled through time. What's the explanation for her holding a silver flute in her left hand and a warrant certificate in her right hand? Oh, the original owner is actually a new police officer from the West Kowloon Crime Squad! It's better to be a police officer and solve crimes than to lie in a hospital bed unable to move, and in the worst case, be kicked out of serious cases and become a uniformed police officer. Resign? It's absolutely impossible. Is there any job that doesn't require a college degree, and you can earn 13,000 yuan after graduating from Form 5? Zhong Ziqing stepped into the crime scene with trepidation. Fortunately, it was just a simple car burning case. Unexpectedly, the moment she touched the burnt car, she turned into a deceased person. After waking up, she followed the diagram and successfully found the female body. The simple case of burning the car suddenly turned into a case of dumping the body. But how to solve this case? She was not in a hurry, leaving it to her superiors and colleagues, but as soon as she lay down on the bed, she experienced the moment of death over and over again. It seemed that she would not be able to sleep if she did not solve the case quickly. The Unknown Corpse Case in Wo Tsai Shan, the Chrysanthemum Butcher Case, the Dismembered Corpse Case in Nanshan Village... Zhong Ziqing has repeatedly solved strange cases. From then on, the West Kowloon Crime Team lost one fishing police officer and gained a brave policewoman with dark circles under her eyes. Small Theater 1Police Station Elevator. Forensic officer Luo Sheng stared at Zhong Ziqing's butt and hesitated several times. Zhong Ziqing threw her over her shoulder and pinned Luo Sheng to the ground: "Brother Xianshi, how dare you disturb Tai Sui?" Luo Sheng: "Madam, your trouser pockets are stained by the ink pen!" [Small Theater 2] "Junior Police Call" TV program. Host: Madam Zhong, why do you always faint at the murder scene? Zhong Ziqing: I have hypoglycemia. Children, remember to bring a piece of chocolate with you to replenish energy. Teenage audience: Madam Chung still keeps working even though she is not in good health. She is so dedicated! Zhong Ziqing's inner thoughts: I don't want to channel psychics anytime and anywhere. How about you go discuss it with the deceased? Host: So what motivates you to give up sleep to handle cases? Zhong Ziqing: As a police officer, we must never let down the trust of every citizen. Teenager: Madam Chung, you are my idol! Zhong Ziqing's heart: Children, don't learn, it's all forced by the dead. Originally, I really just wanted to eat and wait for death, believe it or not! Small Theater 3 The rich biological parents watching "The Alarm" were dumbfounded. The young inspector talking on the TV turned out to be their biological daughter who was abandoned many years ago? The biological mother came to the door: Zi Qing, be good, let your father go, the family property will be yours from now on. Zhong Ziqing: Chixian, I am Inspector Zhong Ziqing of the West Kowloon Crime Squad. I now suspect that you are related to a serial murder case. Please come back with me to assist in the investigation. [Demining before viewing] 1. The protagonist is not a perfect person. 2. The main thing is to solve the case, and the feelings are the supplement. It must be HE and reject BE. ————Advance collection of "The Tang Dynasty's Works in Xiangjiang [1980s]" ———— Cen Baozhu, a widower of the Tang Dynasty, opened her eyes and transformed into a forensic doctor in Xiangjiang. There is no psychic ability, system, space... Only the autopsy experience taught to her by her mother, but unfortunately they are all shabby autopsy methods such as "boiling bones in the rain" and "red umbrella bone examination". The boss read her work report and laughed angrily: "Do you know what DNA testing is?" Cen Baozhu looked serious: "What is a paternity appraisal?" The boss waved his hand: "From now on, you will be responsible for cleaning the mortuary." Until that day, a member of the Hong Kong University Painting Club died suddenly. No trauma, no suffocation characteristics, complete screening of common poisons! Department! Negative! Sex! The boss made the decision: "Natural death, case closed!" Cen Baozhu, who was cleaning and passing by the autopsy table, stared at the gums of the deceased: there was a blue-gray line as thin as a hair. A piece of my mother's words flashed through my mind: "Anyone who is poisoned by buttercup poison will have his gums turn gray-blue, his stomach will be boiled with vinegar, and indigo will be like a will-o'-the-wisp." Cen Baozhu threw down the broom, picked up the deceased's stomach, and threw it into the pot. The boss exclaimed: "Are you crazy!!!" Ten minutes later, the boss exclaimed: "Cen Baozhu, you are a genius!" Cen Baozhu, however, looked indifferent: "This plant is grown in other places. If any member of the painting club has a background in gardening or Chinese herbal medicine, he or she will be the murderer. Arrest him!" Mission: Justice will never be late