women’s toilet

Author: nibupei..
Word count: 24493
The deceased, Zhao Xiaogao, had sex before his death, or at the time of his death, a condom was still put on his drooping penis, and his clothes and tissues were thrown all over the floor.
What is strange is that there is also a faint stench permeating this disgusting scene. Forensic doctor Lao Huang checked it carefully, and cursed from behind the mask, “Damn it, this kid still eats shit.”
The autopsy report came out two days later, and a large amount of feces was found in the stomach of the deceased, which once again proved Lao Huang’s judgment—it was eaten, not poured. The average person will vomit it all up during a long meal. Not voluntarily, no one has such a good appetite.
In addition, after inspection, vaginal secretions were found on the tissues and condoms thrown at the scene, which belonged to two different women. These residues were also found on the face of the deceased, and the feces in the mouth and stomach of the deceased were also left by the two women. Judging from the congestion on the face of the deceased, he was suffocated to death by the compressed respiratory system.
“It’s not wrong for him. He did two things before he died, and he ended up being a full-fledged ghost.” When Lao Huang handed the report to Song Shiming, he smiled and lit a cigarette.
“Keep some virtue in your mouth.” Song Shiming patted him on the shoulder. This old Huang, who is almost forty and still can’t find a wife, still has to go to Huaxi Street to live a married life. What can be done? When people heard that he was a forensic doctor who worked with corpses, they were scared away. Although Song Shiming despised Lao Huang’s behavior, but considering that there are so many laid-off female workers and the ratio of men to women in the city is out of balance, where can these Kuang men and women go if they don’t go to Huaxi Street to hold a magpie bridge meeting. In order to stabilize social order, the Public Security Bureau has always turned a blind eye to the prostitution and whoring activities on Huaxi Street. Right now, there is nothing to do about Lao Huang.
Walking out of the office, Song Shiming happened to meet Luo Xiaohui. Luo Xiaohui just finished recording the statement of Le World’s boss.
“What gain?” Song Shiming asked.
“He said there were so many women coming and going, and he didn’t notice which ones were suspicious.” Xiaohui shook her head.
There are at least three to four hundred hair salons, massage parlors, and nightclubs on Huaxi Street, and there are four to five thousand women coming in and out. It is really difficult to find two people in a place with such a violent crowd flow.
2. The man who eats shit
A week passed with no progress in the case.
It was midnight again, and the second murder occurred, and the body of the deceased was thrown on the side of the national highway not far from Huaxi Street. Needless to say, another unlucky shit eater.
Now that the world is getting weirder, people who work in sanitation don’t have to kill people.
Song Shiming decided to go to Huaxi Street to find out. Damn it, if Lao Huang can go, I can’t.
Since the dead are all low-ranking little people, he decided to disguise himself as a peddler and go to the hair salon first.
At ten o’clock that night, Song Shiming changed into casual clothes and started on-the-spot investigation. He originally wanted to find a family, but he didn’t go far and found that it was not realistic. Several heavily dressed women openedBegan to tease him.
“Wash your hair, our little sister is so gentle.”
“You don’t need to look for it, it’s here, help me open a ticket.”
Song Shiming regretted poking around here just now. The only way now is to quickly find a family to enter, otherwise it will not be fun for acquaintances to see.
He looked up and saw that the shop next to him was originally called Weiwei Hair Salon. So it was decided here. This article is from nzxs1.com
There was a row of little girls sitting in Weiwei’s hair salon, probably seven or eight of them.
“you……”
Officer Song suddenly realized that he didn’t know how to ask.
“Enjoy it when you come here. Tell me whoever you fancy.”
The half-aged mistress who pulled him in enthusiastically introduced.
“Don’t worry, don’t worry. I want to…”
He finally made up his mind, and murmured, “This—is it okay… to lick the bottom?”
His voice could be described as talking to himself, but it was obvious that the ladies in the hair salon heard it.
The ladies who were chirping just now stopped and looked at him strangely.
The female boss thought she had heard it wrong, and asked suspiciously, “What’s next, oh.” She suddenly realized. Then he laughed—
“It’s ok, I want to lick pussy. There are so many girls, you can lick whoever you want. They are all well-washed, and you can lick wherever you want.”
The ladies all showed ambiguous smiles.
“—Handsome guy, come and lick me.”
“—Handsome guy, do you want to add sugar?”
“—Brother, lick me, it smells good.”
“Yo, I can pee urgently.”
“Ha ha ha ha……”
“It’s just you.”
Song Shiming pointed at the one who said he was urgent to urinate in embarrassment.