A silver-white sports car was parked at the entrance of the Funeral Home of S City. Although there were not many pedestrians in this area, this somewhat shocking sports car still attracted many people's attention.

When Bai Yutang, wearing a silver-gray windbreaker and sunglasses, comes out of the car, you may think of stars, models... Anyway, you shouldn't think of the detective.

Zhan Zhao got out of the car helplessly, "No one has ever complained about you?"

"What are you complaining about?" Bai Yutang took off his sunglasses and walked in.

"You drove a sports car worth $400,000 and entered and exited the police station. I don't believe that no one has ever complained about you."

"The car was given by my brother, and his money is legal income!" Bai Yutang shrugged, "I like this car! It can drive to the speed of sound, and it is used to chase thieves with a first-class quality!"

"The criminal policeman who drives a sports car to catch thieves means that your social role is not clear!"

"Okay, you've been trying to prove that I'm an abnormal person since you were born." Bai Yutang looked at the hall of the funeral home and said carelessly, "But your great psychological theory won't work for me!"

"Ha!" Zhan Zhao put his hand in his pocket, "It doesn't matter if you don't admit it. Anyway, I have successfully proved that you have paranoid, marginal, performance, narcissistic and weird personality disorders in the past twenty years!!"

"If all kinds of obstacles are established, then..." Bai Yutang pointed to the morgue in the funeral home. "I should be the one who numbered the dead, not the one who investigated outside."

"As the person who investigates, it's really good." A man who walked out of the morgue answered.

Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang turned to look at the person who was talking at the same time. It was a thin man about thirty years old. The dim light in the funeral home made him, who was already pale, look even more gloomy.

"I am Chen Jing, two are policemen?" The man stretched out his hand.

"Ah... Hello," Bai Yutang reached out and grabbed the certificate from his pocket with one hand, "Bai Yutang, this is Zhan Zhao."

"Gongsun has told me what you are going to come." After shook hands with Zhan Zhao, Chen Jing turned around and led the two to the morgue, "I think you can see some things first."

Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang looked at each other and followed Chen Jing into the morgue.

There were several corpses covered with white cloth lying in the morgue, with only one white cloth lifting a corner, and it was obvious that Chen Jing was putting on his makeup.

"This is delivered this morning, look here." As he said that, Chen Jing turned the head of the corpse to the side, and saw a clear number "39" behind the corpse's ears.

"Ah! Another one." Bai Yutang looked up at Zhan Zhao.

Zhan Zhao lowered his head and looked at the number carefully: "It doesn't seem to be handmade."

"Huh?" Bai Yutang lowered his head and looked at it. He saw that the blue number was extremely neat and standard Song style.

"Not a tattoo?" Touched his chin, then looked at Zhan Zhao, "What is that?"

"Well... I have to test it out before I know it. It feels similar to a seal, not like a tattoo." Zhan Zhao still lowered his head and looked at it very seriously. "The person who put this number on is very serious - perfectionism."

"Perfectionism?" Bai Yutang admired the number again, "I can't see how beautiful the numbers are on the ears of dead people!"

"It's perfect!! Not beautiful!" Zhan Zhao emphasized, "When I looked at the photos, I noticed that almost every number is the same precise position." As he said that, he put on gloves, turned up the ears of the corpse, and pointed it to Bai Yutang: "The number is just on the back of the outer ear cavity. Do you know what it means?"

"Is that person a pervert?" Bai Yutang answered without thinking. Seeing Zhan Zhao blanched at him, he spread his hands helplessly, "There is no doubt about this!!"

"This location!" Zhan Zhao continued, "is a 'only' location."

Bai Yutang cleaned his ears: "Speak Chinese, please!"

Then, he glanced at it, "...If the number at this position is not turned over, it will never be discovered!" As he said that, he let go of the deceased's ears and restored it to normal state, and then let Bai Yutang see it. Sure enough, the number was perfectly covered by the ears and could not be seen at any angle.

"So? What does this mean? Expert." Bai Yutang looked at Zhan Zhao, still puzzled.

Zhan Zhao took off his gloves., "It means that the numbered person has more professional medical knowledge, extremely perfectionist tendencies, and a certain obsessive personality. He is still a person who pays great attention to details. He is engaged in extremely rigorous work and is also a cautious person in life..."

"Speak Chinese!" Bai Yutang couldn't help but interrupt.

"He is a pervert." Zhan Zhao concluded.
Chapter completed!