The circular ring hanging on Lao Mo's heart is called Zhi Lang. It was first created by Daoist Jia Shifang during the Yongzheng period and was used as a tool to restrain the guards at the Sticky Pole Pavilion (also known as the Glue Stick Pavilion). Legend has it that every time the guards went out on an errand, someone would secretly plant a Zhi Lang on their pulse. When they returned successfully, the Zhi Lang would be removed. However, if something went wrong during the errand, someone would manipulate the Zhi Lang to take the guard's life.

  Until the ninth year of Yongzheng, Emperor Yongzheng suspected that Jia Shifang used witchcraft to confuse him, so he invited the Taoist priest Lou Jin from Mount Longhu to come down and take Jia Shifang's life. After Jia Shifang died, Zhi Lang also disappeared without a trace. Unexpectedly, nearly three hundred years later, I would meet someone who uses Zhi Lang here.

  Sun Baozi listened to Yang Diao's explanation of the origin of the ring, blinked his eyes, and looked at Yang Diao, saying: "Old Yang, I'm not saying this, but this matter is getting more and more interesting. A mortuary gatekeeper, who would put such a thing on his heart?"

  After finishing, Sun Baozi stretched his waist. After stretching his fat body, he looked at Yang Xiao and said: "Originally thought that there would be a chance to take a nap in this place, now it's not necessary to think about it. Old Yang, let's go out and move around, find a place to eat something is also good."

  When speaking, Old Mo took the X-ray film that had just been taken and walked over again with a red face. He rushed to Yang Xiao: "How did you do it? How did you put such a small ring on my heart?"

  Sun Baozi saw that Lao Mo was getting excited, and hastily came over to mediate, saying: "Lao Mo, it's not me who said it, but if you find the back account, there's no fun in it. You also saw how Lao Yang put down the ring just now, do you want him to do it again? Lao Yang, you too, just take out that thing about the wolf, look at how anxious Lao Mo is..."

  "Are you going to take it out?" Old Mo glanced at Sun Baozi, then turned his head and changed his expression, politely saying to Yang Xiao: "You have to teach me..."

  A brief interlude passed, and Sun Dazhuang called Director Xie again to ask him the name of the administrator who died at the entrance of the morgue last night. How would Director Xie know? He was just about to find someone to investigate when he was stopped by Deputy Director Sun. Sun suggested that they could handle this matter themselves, and all they needed was a police officer familiar with the terrain of Xuanhu to accompany them.

  In such a situation, Xie Ju Chang was overjoyed and immediately arranged for a police officer to accompany Sun Baozi and the others. Before the police arrived, Sun Baozi took Yang Xiao and Lao Mo (Wang Xiaoran was waiting at the hospital for Anping City to send the five people) to the morgue in the basement again.

  At this time, the morgue had been cordoned off with police tape, and was surrounded by curious patients and their families. It was said that a murder had taken place in the morgue last night, and within just one morning, several versions of ghost stories about the murder had already emerged.

  Sun Pangzi and a few others pulled open the cordon and walked in. Several police officers saw some unfamiliar faces and wanted to stop them, but were blocked by their leader: "It's just these few people, big shots from the ministry who came last night. Do you see that fat guy? I heard he's at the deputy minister level, we can't even breathe loudly when standing next to him. The thinner one is a forensic doctor they brought with them, his dissection skills are so impressive that even our bureau's Wang Dabao came out covering his mouth to vomit."

  Since no one stopped them, Sun Baozi and his group directly went downstairs to the morgue, which was in a mess. The police had just finished autopsying Old Mo's body and were cleaning up, but there were too many of them inside, so Sun Baozi and his group didn't stay long after taking a glance, and left the morgue, heading towards the administrator's changing room at the entrance.

  It's called a dressing room, but in fact it's the administrator's own little world. Inside, there are two metal lockers, a desk and chair against the window, and a telephone on the table. Generally, no matter what, ordinary people won't come in here; when they need to contact the administrator, they'll use this phone.

  When Sun Baozi and his men arrived, there were two police officers inspecting the belongings left behind by the deceased. After seeing Sun Baozi and a few others, several police officers were stunned, and just as the leader was about to ask questions, the phone in his pocket rang. The caller was his colleague who was guarding the cordon above, telling him that the fat leader from the department had already gone down with some people, repeatedly reminding them to be careful what they say and not to speak rashly.

  "What a close call!" - The police officer who answered the phone let out a sigh of relief, accompanied by a smile, and bowed to Sun Baozi, saying: "Leaders, what are you all..."

  Sun Baozi didn't wait for him to finish speaking, and waved his hand, saying: "You take care of your own, we just came down to take a look. Don't bother with us, if we need anything or don't understand something, we'll ask you again."

  When speaking, Sun Baozi had already walked to the front of the table and poured out the deceased's belongings, which were placed on top in transparent plastic bags. The police who had just cleaned up these things looked at them with a sinking heart, and because of Sun Baozi's identity, they could only swallow their anger and remain silent.

  He found the deceased's ID card and a domestically-made knockoff cell phone inside, then casually put these two things into his own pocket. Only after that did he turn around to look at the police in the room, saying: "Tell Old Xie at your place that I'll borrow these two things for now, and I'll return them once I'm done, so don't worry."

  The responsible police officer smiled and said: "Look what you're saying. What's with the borrowing, you're also helping us investigate the case. We haven't even had time to thank our leaders yet."

  After getting two things, Sun Baozi also didn't have the heart to continue staying here. He took Yang Xiao and Laomo back to the hospital again. They found a place with fewer people and started checking the call records on their phones.

  The deceased seemed to have no friends, except for a few prepaid phone calls, only sporadic calls from relatives such as second sisters and third brothers. However, his last outgoing call caught Sun's attention, the phone number was a string of numbers starting with 130, at 11:30 last night, exactly when Lao Mo calculated his time of death.

  Sun Baozi took out his phone, dialed the number and said into the receiver: "Old Zheng, help me check a phone number. Sichuan's number, 130xxxxxxxx..." After a while, the person on the other end of the line found the owner's name, but it seemed useless, then Sun Baozi was heard saying: "What? The mobile phone was lost, and the card was reissued after the owner reported the loss just now?"

  Here is the translation:

  "Up to here, Sun Baozi paused for a moment, his eyeballs rolled around in their sockets, and then he said to the person on the phone: "So can you help me check where the card owner topped up their phone? Was it at Xuanwu Mobile Hall? Never mind, never mind, I'm helping a friend investigate his wife. Not that one from last time. Alright, alright, let's not chat nonsense for now, we'll talk when I get back to the capital."

  After finishing, Sun Baozi hung up the phone and said to Yang Xiao and Lao Mo: "There's nothing valuable here anymore. Let's wait for Old Xie's people to arrive, then we'll go take a look at the deceased's home." He glanced at Yang Xiao and added: "Old Yang, I'm not saying it, but this matter is getting more interesting by the minute."

  Yang Xiao's eyes stared at the location of the morgue outside the window, and he smiled faintly, saying: "But whether it makes sense or not, you'd better hurry up with your investigation. Looking at this situation, I'm afraid the three yin fate over there has already made preparations. However, to be honest, I thought you would think of a way to protect all the people with three yin fate and then wait for the person behind to appear."

  "It's too stupid to do so" Sun Baozi sneered and said, "Now there are so many floating populations, how can we protect them all? Besides, gathering them together, who will protect them? Instead of tying us up. If something really happens, it's too late to rush to the scene."

  As soon as he finished speaking, the female police officer who was on duty at the scene last night appeared in the hospital. She was walking back and forth among the crowd, seemingly looking for someone. After Sun Dawei saw the female police officer, he was stunned for a moment before bursting into laughter and waving his hand to call out to her, "Hey! We're over here!"

  After hearing Sun's shout, the female police officer finally saw Sun and his group. She then ran over to Sun's side, saluted him and said: "Director Sun, thank you for sending me to assist our leaders."

  Sun Pangzi rushed towards the female police officer and smiled, saying: "Your family's Xie Juzhang is really good at picking people, I'm not saying it, how do you address him?"

  The female police officer said: "My name is Ai Guo, I am the household registration police officer of Zhen Yang Road Police Station"