After picking up his sister, Brother Jin gave her his life

Chapter 272 Bones

Yan Zeyu looked solemn as he slowly squatted down, his eyes as sharp as torches, fixed on the skeleton in front of him.

His eyes were full of inquiry and doubt, as if he wanted to see through the pale bones and uncover the mystery hidden behind them.

Originally Jiang Shiwen was full of questions in his mind, and he especially wanted to question Yan Zeyu. How did this guy know about this?

However, when he saw Ming Nanjin next to him with a calm face and no intention of saying anything, Jiang Shiwen also tactfully shut his mouth.

After all, he couldn't be too rash in front of these two people.

"So, what else did you find?"

Jiang Shiwen couldn't stand the depressing atmosphere and couldn't help asking. But all he got was silence.

The three of them stood there quietly, no one spoke. The air around them seemed to freeze, so heavy that it was hard to breathe.

Yan Zeyu frowned and said unhappily, "What else? Can't you see I'm checking? I'm not a forensic doctor, and forensic doctors have professional equipment. Look at me, let alone professional equipment, I don't even have a knife, how can I check?"

What he hated most was someone constantly urging him on when he was concentrating on doing something.

This feeling is really annoying, just like a fly buzzing in your ear, making you feel upset.

At this moment, the next second, a knife magically appeared in front of Yan Zeyu.

"Here, the knife."

The voice was steady and powerful. Yan Zeyu stared at the dagger in front of him and was stunned for a moment.

He stared at the knife in disbelief, his eyes full of surprise and confusion.

Then he slowly raised his head and looked at the owner of the knife.

"Jiang Shiwen, where did you get the knife?"

Yan Zeyu took the knife from Jiang Shiwen and looked at the object in his hand with confusion.

The knife flashed coldly in the sunlight, as if it contained some unknown secret.

Jiang Shiwen shrugged and said nonchalantly: "This is a self-defense weapon."

"Bullshit, this is clearly a controlled knife."

Jiang Shiwen rolled his eyes several times, and his eyeballs almost popped out.

There was a hint of disdain on his face, and he seemed very dissatisfied with Yan Zeyu's questioning.

"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll rip your mouth out."

Ming Nanjin frowned slightly, looked at Yan Zeyu and said.

His voice was as cold as the wind in the cold night, making people shudder.

Yan Zeyu curled his lips. Although he was a little dissatisfied, he didn't dare to say anything more.

He picked up the dagger and prepared to scrape off the bones to see what was on them.

However, when he scraped it off, he found that the stuff on it was extremely sticky.

Yan Zeyu already had an abnormal obsession with cleanliness when it came to these things. At this moment, his face was full of disgust, with the words “I don’t want to pick them up with my hands” written all over his face.

He just stood there blankly, not knowing what to do.

"What are you standing there for? See if it will sit up and kiss you, and then thank you for scraping its bones and healing its wounds."

Jiang Shiwen looked at Yan Zeyu standing there in a daze and couldn't help but tease him.

There was a sly smile on his face, and he seemed to enjoy seeing Yan Zeyu in such an awkward state.

"Fuck you, can you please speak properly? If you can do it, come on."

Yan Zeyu stood up suddenly and gave his seat to Jiang Shiwen.

His heart was filled with rage, and he wished he could rush up and punch Jiang Shiwen right away.

Jiang Shiwen waved his hand and said, "Forget it, the eldest young master of the Jiang family does not have this ability."

There was a hint of sarcasm in his tone, as if he was mocking Yan Zeyu's incompetence.

"Depend on!"

Yan Zeyu was so angry that he stomped his feet, and the floor beneath his feet seemed to be shaking slightly.

He glanced at Ming Nanjin, hoping to get some support from him.

However, Ming Nanjin remained expressionless and just looked at them quietly.

In the end, Yan Zeyu squatted down helplessly and continued to stare at the things on the bones.

"What the hell are you looking at?"

Jiang Shiwen really didn't understand what was so good about these bones.

To him, it was just a pile of lifeless bones.

“I’m watching to see when things on it can reproduce, when they can mutate, when an oracle will appear.”

Yan Zeyu said unhappily.

"Can you please talk properly?"

Jiang Shiwen was so angry that his face turned red, and he looked at Yan Zeyu with gritted teeth.

His heart was filled with rage. If the situation wasn't wrong at the moment, he would have beaten Yan Zeyu into submission, just like he had done to Jiang Shiyu.

"Is that why I don't want to talk about it? I'll watch it for a while, and then you can ask a question. If you have the guts, pick this thing up. It's disgusting, and there's not even a pair of tweezers. What the hell are you asking me to do?"

Yan Zeyu didn't know what made him angry, he just felt very angry.

Maybe it's because he thinks everyone should know about these things like him.

Or maybe he had no place to vent his anxiety and uneasiness in this depressing atmosphere, so he could only express his dissatisfaction in this way.

"Yan Zeyu, there is a thing called a mouth under your nose. You can't just ask for what you want. You don't say a word of important information, and you just spew shit all over your mouth."

At this moment, Jiang Shiwen really wished that he could turn Yan Zeyu into a pile of bones like the one in front of him, and let him lie here forever.

He was secretly annoyed in his heart, wondering why he hadn't realized before that this guy's mouth could be so annoying?

Yan Zeyu stood up slowly, looking slightly indignant. He stretched out his hand to tidy up his clothes and said stiffly, "Master Jiang, I need a pair of tweezers now. Do you have any?"

Yan Zeyu really put his attitude on display at this moment, and he was so "upright" that people wanted to slap him twice when they saw him.

Jiang Shiwen looked at Yan Zeyu's appearance, nodded with satisfaction, and then slowly uttered two words: "No."

"If you don't have it, then just talk about your head! You bastard!"

Yan Zeyu was furious, and the anger in his heart seemed to burn him up.

"There are no tweezers, but there are clamps."

As Jiang Shiwen spoke, he reached into his pocket and actually took out a small clip.

When Yan Zeyu looked at the clip, his blood pressure instantly soared to 180.

"That's called fucking tweezers!"

Yan Zeyu's face turned red visibly, he was really pissed off by Jiang Shiwen.

Jiang Shiwen said "Oh", then said slowly: "I like to call it a clamp."

"Depend on!"

Yan Zeyu swore that he never wanted to talk to Jiang Shiwen again, and if he continued to talk to him, he would eat every day!

He waved his hand to take the small clamp from Jiang Shiwen's hand, then squatted down and carefully picked up the black thing on the bone.

"How is it, what is it?"

Jiang Shiwen also squatted down, looked at what Yan Zeyu was holding curiously and asked.