Not far away, the speedboat seemed not to move at all, as the waves floated slightly, reflecting in Bu Chonghua's calm eyes.
"... rumor." He pondered for a moment inexplicably, and then asked: "What rumor?"
The muzzle is pressed hard against the back of his head. If you pull the trigger at this distance, the whole body will shook and the corners of the mouth will bleed on the TV, and then the graceful and slow posture and gracefully fall to the ground are simply deceiving. The real situation is that half of the head can be bombed. Only half of the facial features were left, and only a blood gourd with a scoop left on his neck.
Shark's question finally came from behind: "I heard that when the painter first joined your public security bureau, he was your little brother for a long time?"
Bu Chonghua paused for half a second before saying, "Yes."
"I rarely kill people in my life, but nine out of ten people I kill are stupid." The shark's voice is very serious, without any joking meaning: "Did you find this? People with bad eyesight It won’t be good, and cooperating with stupid people will cause huge trouble for yourself. So in order to avoid any trouble for you in the future..."
The bullet was loaded with a click, and the shark raised his eyebrows: "Sorry, Captain Bu Detachment."
Just as he was about to pull the trigger, Bu Chonghua suddenly sneered:
"——Does the daily interest between us just make you blind to it?"
"what?"
The shark's movement was stagnant, and Step Chonghua suddenly turned around and grabbed the handle. With a bang, the bullet went off, and the handle of the gun came out and was caught by him. The shark reacted extremely fast, but he was caught by Bu Chonghua before he could counteract it. grabbed arm and twisted it twice, kneeling on the ground with one knee, and then the muzzle of the temple was firmly on the muzzle!
"What are you doing!" "Put down your gun!"
The two bodyguards stepped forward in horror. Not far away, Karakala made a few noises, and there were only 20 or 30 people flashing out of the mound tens of meters away. The muzzles of the rows of black holes were aimed at Bu Chonghua at the same time. !
"——Don't move!" "Put down the gun!"
The situation was immediately triggered, but Bu Chonghua's middle finger was tapped heavily on the gun body, the magazine fell off the ground, and he kicked it away. Then he released the shark and threw the gun away, raising his hands.
"Just kidding." He smiled slightly, "I and Wu Yu...no, sometimes I play with the painter."
The shark stood up while rubbing his sore elbow, waved his hand to beckon the bodyguard to put the gun away, frowned and said, "What do you mean?"
The subordinates hiding in the dark retreated one after another, and the tensed scene just now eased slightly. Bu Chonghua took off the humble ring on his left index finger and flicked his thumb: "That's what it means."
The shark raised his hand and grabbed the ring, only glanced at it, and fixed his gaze on the awkward, hand-engraved stick figure fish in the inner circle.
"Do you still want more evidence? But I guess you might not want to hear it." Bu Chonghua teased unabashedly, "Sorry, Mr. Shark, I didn't expect you to be like this... well... so People who emphasize and care about their opponent’s social status. From a psychological point of view, this should be a manifestation of excess self-awareness and strong unwillingness to failure."
The shark’s gaze remained frozen for a long time. It took a long time before he said coldly, "No, I just don’t want to believe it."
"Don't want to believe that painters enjoy the ordinary life of ordinary people?"
"..."
The shark didn't answer, and didn't even mean to pay any attention, and finally threw the ring back to him, and took the gun he had picked up far away.
"You won. I accepted your gift and proposal." He looked somber and said, "I hope to cooperate happily from now on."
Having said that, this international drug lord doesn’t have the slightest pleasure. If he just pulled the trigger, he could only count as five points true and five points false, now at least eight|nine points are true. .
But Bu Chonghua didn't care, smiled and nodded, seeming to be quite relaxed and happy, and turned to the speedboat that was carrying floating loads by the beach.
The Jeep door finally clicked and pushed open behind him, and Qin Chuan jumped out of the car, feeling very helpless: "I thought you had decided before you came, no matter how rhetorically, you would never trust him, let alone cooperate with him. boss?"
The shark asked: "What do you think the painter fancyed him?"
Qin Chuan thought for a while, and regretfully said: "I don't know this. My position has always been a close friend of the majority of single women, and the tough guy like a painter shouldn't want to come to me for a long conversation."
The shark shook his head.
"Hey," Qin Chuan suddenly remembered something: "How do you know that the ring is really carved by the artist himself?"
"Of course I know," the shark said coldly.
"——What are you carving?"
The off-road vehicle drove on the mountain road, and the dense rain forest on both sides wiped the car windows and retreated. The shark in the spacious back seat leaned forward, and saw the young man in the co-pilot pinning the Bluetooth microphone to his left ear, carrying an M9 pistol on his waist, and only a small white handsome face exposed under the sunglasses, holding a took a knife and an apple, but didn't eat it. carve something in the bumps of the vehicle. looked closely and saw a vivid face.
"Isn't this you yourself?"
The young man laughed: "It's boring and refreshing."
The long and rugged journey must always be vigilant, but it can easily make people sleepy. On a whim, the shark asked casually: "The knife is a good job. Give me one too?"
Unexpectedly, the atmosphere changed as soon as I got out of the car, the head of the bodyguard beside the drug lord said, "Mr. Phillip, this..."
This is not only not very good. It is a taboo for people to look closely at the face of this long-wanted drug lord in the world, and then carve it down in my heart—not to mention that security personnel will stop it. Young people who act cautiously and do not leak until they are about to become elite will certainly not agree.
The young man looked back at the shark. At such a close distance, the shark could see that there was a trace of playfulness in the black and white eyes. After a while, he smiled deeply, and turned the apple to the other side that was intact. He quickly carved something with three cuts, cut off the half of the apple and raised it: "Like it?"
The bodyguard leader was stunned.
I saw a big fish engraved on the full skin of half an apple. The big teeth carved out in the upper and lower rows were extremely sharp and clear, exuding a sweet and fruity fragrance-a cartoon great white shark!
"Sorry Mr. Phillip, I didn't mean to offend you..."
The shark laughed, and took the half of the apple indifferently and took a bite: "Like, this is the fiercest shark I have ever seen!"
The young man also smiled and nodded, cut the other half of the apple engraved with himself into several pieces, and took a piece of paper to wrap it up. The rearview mirror reflected his thick eyelashes with a three-point smile.
...
"They told me that when Bu Chonghua escaped from Jinhai, the painter followed behind for hundreds of kilometers. I didn't believe it at the time. I thought the painter was the only one who would chase behind me in this life. When I was invited to meet again and again, I still agreed, thinking that as long as I found this person had half a lie in his mouth, I would kill him and throw him into the sea to feed the fish..."
"I didn't expect this to be true," the shark said solemnly, "My brave, cunning, and stone-hearted opponent who lives high above the altar has a sad day after chasing ordinary people. "
Qin Chuan looked sad: "Yes, love is really a blind thing. I fully understand your mood. So what are you going to do now, boss, do you kill this kid?"
"Kill him?" The shark repeated ridiculously, "No, how could I kill my new friend?"
Qin Chuan raised his eyebrows and made a polite and confused expression.
The shark took out a cigar and slowly lit it, squinted at the direction where the speedboat was disappearing from the sea. It took a long time to put the cigar in his mouth and exhale the smoke again, and sneered: "You think, if our new friend The drug business is booming, so in terms of his charm, is it enough to catch the painter by my side?"
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Cang Dang!
There was a dull movement from the drain pipe, Jiang Ting half-kneeled on the ground, glanced inward with his cheeks, and said loudly, "No! Come down!"
Outside the warehouse’s high iron bars and windows, Wu Yu slid down the ground along the drain pipe, stepped on the soil covered with yellow grass leaves and walked around to the front door. After passing a dusty corridor with a flashlight, he walked into this familiar dim warehouse , Jiang Ting was standing up from the drain pipe and patted the dust on the survey gloves.
"It is indeed rusted to death." He said, "There should be no possibility that the murderer will use the drain pipe to transport the weapon or supplies into the secret chamber. However, for caution, the technical investigator can remove the water pipe for a decomposition test."
Wu Yu said briefly: "Go."
"It's Team Wu!" Several investigators behind him immediately responded and rushed out to get tools.
The warehouse that had trapped them for three days and nights still maintains its original appearance. The entrance is a small area of about 30 square meters, and the wall opposite to the main entrance has an iron bar window nailed by wooden bars. , Beside the red rusty drain pipe by the window, there is still a small human figure drawn in chalk, and a red survey triangle is placed on the side, which is the trace of the three-year-old Tao Ze's corpse.
There are rows of rusty iron frames on both sides of the open space, and there is another larger chalk figure deep in the dark corner, maintaining the posture of freezing after death, but the blood stains have dried up.
That is Peng Wan.
The wind entered the room from nowhere, like a cold breath spraying on the back of Wu Yu's neck, like the girl crying with resentment.
"Song Ping is right. Indeed, every brick crack and every inch of the ground is sealed by concrete, and there are no organs or hidden doors. There is no room for entry and exit except for the only iron door in the warehouse, but the iron outside the iron door There is no doubt about the lock and the solid wood door latch that was broken by the door breaker." Jiang Ting had already taken off his coat, with the cuffs of the gray woolen sweater piled on his arm, and hooked Wu Yu: "Give me a drink."
Wu Yu drank half of the mineral water bottle and handed it to him directly. Jiang Ting drank the other half and wiped the corners of his mouth with his wrist: "Did you find anything outside?"
Wu Yu shook his head, he was wearing a shirt, but the back was already wet with sweat on his back, showing a thin waistline: "No, the walls are solid and sealed on all sides."
"Are there any inconsistencies in the wall corner cement?"
Jiang Ting meant to ask the kidnappers if it was possible for the kidnappers to take down half of the wall while they were in a coma, and after killing Peng Wan, he quit and sealed the wall with bricks and cement. Although it looks like a tightly closed room, it is actually new. There will be a slight difference in the cement color of the masonry brick surface and the old brick surface, which is enough to become evidence of reversal.
But Wu Yu said, "No. I have seen it."
Jiang Ting nodded, stepped forward and took off his survey gloves, and patted Wu Yu's hair: "You haven't looked very well recently. Are you okay?"
"..." Wu Yu whispered, "It's okay."
Having said that, he has lost weight recently, eats very little, and eats a lot when he is quiet. Once Associate Professor Jiang personally cooked and chopped fresh shrimp and saury to make small wontons and brought them to the hospital, but he only ate a few and couldn't eat them all the time. It seemed that the smell was so fresh that he could swallow his tongue. But the taste is the same as chewing wax, and even eating has become a last resort burden to survive.
Food color is also. A person's food and color are dull, and the matter of being alive has basically become a mechanical movement that advances purely for a goal. There is no other fun except that goal, and it is quiet and cold like a boundless wasteland.
"A lot of the traces of the scene have been removed. Let's go back and look at the file." Wu Yu rubbed his face to refresh himself, and said: "Maybe some of the first-hand photos taken by the spot investigation were not noticed. Details."
Jiang Ting couldn't persuade him, so he nodded and muttered.
"Actually, I can't figure out two details about Peng Wan's death," Jiang Ting opened a window on the way back, and said aloud as he drove amidst the wind, "but it was not strong enough to be used as a suspicious point in the case file."
Wu Yu was sitting in the co-pilot, with a heavy brown paper bag on his knees, looking at Xingshen photos one by one: "What details?"
Jiang Ting said: "First, Peng Wan had been holding her baby and curled up on the ground under the drain pipe, but died in the corner of the warehouse. There was no trace of the nearby iron frame being hit or toppled, which means she walked by herself. Why in that corner?"
"I have thought about this issue, but there is no evidence of drinking water, tools, machinery, abnormal light or sound in that corner. The current opinion of the task force is that she might want to move." Wu Yu shook his head and did not respond to this. Evaluate far-fetched explanations and ask: "What about the second one?"
"The second detail is why the murderer used a knife. When there are stones on the ground, if I am the murderer and I want to blame, the best way is obviously to pick up the stones two or three times and knock her head out. , And then whether to throw the blood-stained stone to the side of the corpse or take away, it is very convenient and there is no doubt, but the use of the knife will cause a lot of questions about the case-where did this knife come from? Why is there no step on the handle Chonghua or your fingerprints? Of course, the police can barely guess that you covered your hands with clothes when you assassinated Peng Wan, but how do you explain that there is no blood on the clothes? More importantly, there are four people in a secret room, and it is necessary to cover them with clothes. Do you have so many hands?"
Wu Yu nodded without saying a word.
"So the murderer assassinated Peng Wan in the corner of the secret room and used a dagger as a murder weapon. Both of these are indispensable and important parts of the assault." Jiang Ting paused and said, "But I can't figure out why. Both of these points are so important to the murderer."
"I can't figure it out either." Wu Yu leaned back on the back of his chair and frowned: "Blunt weapons such as stones and sticks often require more determination and strength than using cold weapons to kill, and occasionally more. Passion for the murder. Isn't this murderer's physical strength and determination to commit the murder insufficient? I don't think it looks like it."
Big G drove across the street, Jiang Ting suddenly caught a glimpse of something in the side-view mirror, his eyebrows jumped slightly, he turned on the lights and turned off the car by the side of the road, saying, "I'm going to buy something."
"buy what?"
Jiang Ting didn't answer, but waved his hand, got out of the car and hurried away.
Wu Yu looked back from the side-view mirror, and saw that he walked across the street in his coat and walked straight to a street park on the opposite side. Although he was unknown, he didn’t go into it, nor did he get out of the car. He continued to look at the photos of the scene. Suddenly saw something in a corner of the pile of photos, and looked carefully for a moment with the light outside the car window, and saw a small dark shadow at the junction of the side wall of the iron door and the ground. 999 novel first published https://www.999xs.com https://m.999xs.com
It's a dead mouse.
Wu Yu didn't care at first, but turned over two more photos, and stopped suddenly.
mouse.
——How could the mouse die there?
The noise on the street outside the car faintly came through the window, but Wu Yu didn't notice it. He stared at the photo in his hand, his pupils gradually expanded, as if an invisible hand grabbed all of his consciousness and moved his eyes. The scene hurriedly pulled back to the secret room at the time--
"What are you doing? Don't come over! Don't touch my child!"
"I caught a mouse, and I just fed Wu Yu a little blood. You let the child drink a little too, otherwise he won't be able to last that long..."
"Don't touch him! Don't come here! Go away!"
"What are you doing? Rats won't kill him, but dehydration will!"
"You take it! Go away! Go away! ——"
The child woke up from the drowsiness and burst into a loud, sharp cry. Bu Chonghua was staggered for several steps by the woman, suddenly as if realizing something was wrong, he stared at the child in Peng Wan's arms, and reached out, "Wait, why is he..."
"No!! You go away! Don't touch him!!"
The exploded Peng Wan was protecting the child with one hand, waving and scratching with the other, screaming and screaming along with the child crying through the warehouse. Wu Yu curled up uncomfortably on the dusty ground, his internal organs seemed to be burnt by flames. The chaotic brain couldn't understand what was happening, and could only make a weak voice by instinct: "...step...Bu Chonghua... "
The surroundings became quiet for a while. After an unknown period of time, the familiar footsteps sounded again. Bu Chonghua picked him up, kissed his cold cheek with exhaustion, and murmured hoarsely: "It's all right, it's all right, soon It will be fine..."
Peng Wan's gasping and the child's choking still sounded intermittently not far away. Wu Yu leaned in Bu Chonghua's arms in a vague way, with a hand on his arm, vaguely feeling a trace of viscous liquid.
That is blood.
It was the blood that Peng Wan grabbed from Bu Chonghua's arm with a nail when he was protecting the child frantically and fighting back.
...
The big G door opened, Jiang Ting got into the car with an ice cream cone, without looking up: "I heard Yan Xiu said that you like ice cream. I bought it for you. Eat it."
Wu Yu didn't mind why he ran to buy ice cream in winter, but the car was very warm. He subconsciously took it over and sucked the part that was about to melt and drip off, and said, "I know why Peng Wan has Bu Chonghua in his nails. The DNA is gone. They did argue in the secret room, but I can’t figure out why that kid...what happened to you?"
Seeing Jiang Ting's movements paused in the air, he looked at him so determinedly.
"..." Wu Yu asked: "What happened?"
Jiang Ting buried his face in the palm of his hand. After two seconds, he rubbed his face vigorously and raised his head. His expression was complicated and depressed. He finally turned his head and asked in a low voice, "How does the ginger ice cream ball I specifically wanted tasted?"
Wu Yu suddenly understood what he meant.
There was a heavy silence in the carriage. I don't know how long it took, Wu Yu finally said softly: "I didn't deliberately hide it from you, but it didn't help to say it, for nothing to worry you..."
"When did you find it?" Jiang Ting interrupted him.
"Just two days after Bu Chonghua left, you said that the hospital meal was too salty. At first I thought it was because the infusion was too long and I was not used to eating. Then I asked the doctor and checked some information on the Internet. Sure it should be the sequelae of skull base bleeding..."
Wu Yu rubbed his eyebrows with his knuckles, unable to see his expression, and it took a long time to exhale almost inaudibly.
"I have no sense of taste."
Not far away, the speedboat seemed not to move at all, as the waves floated slightly, reflecting in Bu Chonghua's calm eyes.
"... rumor." He pondered for a moment inexplicably, and then asked: "What rumor?"
The muzzle is pressed hard against the back of his head. If you pull the trigger at this distance, the whole body will shook and the corners of the mouth will bleed on the TV, and then the graceful and slow posture and gracefully fall to the ground are simply deceiving. The real situation is that half of the head can be bombed. Only half of the facial features were left, and only a blood gourd with a scoop left on his neck.
Shark's question finally came from behind: "I heard that when the painter first joined your public security bureau, he was your little brother for a long time?"
Bu Chonghua paused for half a second before saying, "Yes."
"I rarely kill people in my life, but nine out of ten people I kill are stupid." The shark's voice is very serious, without any joking meaning: "Did you find this? People with bad eyesight It won’t be good, and cooperating with stupid people will cause huge trouble for yourself. So in order to avoid any trouble for you in the future..."
The bullet was loaded with a click, and the shark raised his eyebrows: "Sorry, Captain Bu Detachment."
Just as he was about to pull the trigger, Bu Chonghua suddenly sneered:
"——Does the daily interest between us just make you blind to it?"
"what?"
The shark's movement was stagnant, and Step Chonghua suddenly turned around and grabbed the handle. With a bang, the bullet went off, and the handle of the gun came out and was caught by him. The shark reacted extremely fast, but he was caught by Bu Chonghua before he could counteract it. grabbed arm and twisted it twice, kneeling on the ground with one knee, and then the muzzle of the temple was firmly on the muzzle!
"What are you doing!" "Put down your gun!"
The two bodyguards stepped forward in horror. Not far away, Karakala made a few noises, and there were only 20 or 30 people flashing out of the mound tens of meters away. The muzzles of the rows of black holes were aimed at Bu Chonghua at the same time. !
"——Don't move!" "Put down the gun!"
The situation was immediately triggered, but Bu Chonghua's middle finger was tapped heavily on the gun body, the magazine fell off the ground, and he kicked it away. Then he released the shark and threw the gun away, raising his hands.
"Just kidding." He smiled slightly, "I and Wu Yu...no, sometimes I play with the painter."
The shark stood up while rubbing his sore elbow, waved his hand to beckon the bodyguard to put the gun away, frowned and said, "What do you mean?"
The subordinates hiding in the dark retreated one after another, and the tensed scene just now eased slightly. Bu Chonghua took off the humble ring on his left index finger and flicked his thumb: "That's what it means."
The shark raised his hand and grabbed the ring, only glanced at it, and fixed his gaze on the awkward, hand-engraved stick figure fish in the inner circle.
"Do you still want more evidence? But I guess you might not want to hear it." Bu Chonghua teased unabashedly, "Sorry, Mr. Shark, I didn't expect you to be like this... well... so People who emphasize and care about their opponent’s social status. From a psychological point of view, this should be a manifestation of excess self-awareness and strong unwillingness to failure."
The shark’s gaze remained frozen for a long time. It took a long time before he said coldly, "No, I just don’t want to believe it."
"Don't want to believe that painters enjoy the ordinary life of ordinary people?"
"..."
The shark didn't answer, and didn't even mean to pay any attention, and finally threw the ring back to him, and took the gun he had picked up far away.
"You won. I accepted your gift and proposal." He looked somber and said, "I hope to cooperate happily from now on."
Having said that, this international drug lord doesn’t have the slightest pleasure. If he just pulled the trigger, he could only count as five points true and five points false, now at least eight|nine points are true. .
But Bu Chonghua didn't care, smiled and nodded, seeming to be quite relaxed and happy, and turned to the speedboat that was carrying floating loads by the beach.
The Jeep door finally clicked and pushed open behind him, and Qin Chuan jumped out of the car, feeling very helpless: "I thought you had decided before you came, no matter how rhetorically, you would never trust him, let alone cooperate with him. boss?"
The shark asked: "What do you think the painter fancyed him?"
Qin Chuan thought for a while, and regretfully said: "I don't know this. My position has always been a close friend of the majority of single women, and the tough guy like a painter shouldn't want to come to me for a long conversation."
The shark shook his head.
"Hey," Qin Chuan suddenly remembered something: "How do you know that the ring is really carved by the artist himself?"
"Of course I know," the shark said coldly.
"——What are you carving?"
The off-road vehicle drove on the mountain road, and the dense rain forest on both sides wiped the car windows and retreated. The shark in the spacious back seat leaned forward, and saw the young man in the co-pilot pinning the Bluetooth microphone to his left ear, carrying an M9 pistol on his waist, and only a small white handsome face exposed under the sunglasses, holding a took a knife and an apple, but didn't eat it. carve something in the bumps of the vehicle. looked closely and saw a vivid face.
"Isn't this you yourself?"
The young man laughed: "It's boring and refreshing."
The long and rugged journey must always be vigilant, but it can easily make people sleepy. On a whim, the shark asked casually: "The knife is a good job. Give me one too?"
Unexpectedly, the atmosphere changed as soon as I got out of the car, the head of the bodyguard beside the drug lord said, "Mr. Phillip, this..."
This is not only not very good. It is a taboo for people to look closely at the face of this long-wanted drug lord in the world, and then carve it down in my heart—not to mention that security personnel will stop it. Young people who act cautiously and do not leak until they are about to become elite will certainly not agree.
The young man looked back at the shark. At such a close distance, the shark could see that there was a trace of playfulness in the black and white eyes. After a while, he smiled deeply, and turned the apple to the other side that was intact. He quickly carved something with three cuts, cut off the half of the apple and raised it: "Like it?"
The bodyguard leader was stunned.
I saw a big fish engraved on the full skin of half an apple. The big teeth carved out in the upper and lower rows were extremely sharp and clear, exuding a sweet and fruity fragrance-a cartoon great white shark!
"Sorry Mr. Phillip, I didn't mean to offend you..."
The shark laughed, and took the half of the apple indifferently and took a bite: "Like, this is the fiercest shark I have ever seen!"
The young man also smiled and nodded, cut the other half of the apple engraved with himself into several pieces, and took a piece of paper to wrap it up. The rearview mirror reflected his thick eyelashes with a three-point smile.
...
"They told me that when Bu Chonghua escaped from Jinhai, the painter followed behind for hundreds of kilometers. I didn't believe it at the time. I thought the painter was the only one who would chase behind me in this life. When I was invited to meet again and again, I still agreed, thinking that as long as I found this person had half a lie in his mouth, I would kill him and throw him into the sea to feed the fish..."
"I didn't expect this to be true," the shark said solemnly, "My brave, cunning, and stone-hearted opponent who lives high above the altar has a sad day after chasing ordinary people. "
Qin Chuan looked sad: "Yes, love is really a blind thing. I fully understand your mood. So what are you going to do now, boss, do you kill this kid?"
"Kill him?" The shark repeated ridiculously, "No, how could I kill my new friend?"
Qin Chuan raised his eyebrows and made a polite and confused expression.
The shark took out a cigar and slowly lit it, squinted at the direction where the speedboat was disappearing from the sea. It took a long time to put the cigar in his mouth and exhale the smoke again, and sneered: "You think, if our new friend The drug business is booming, so in terms of his charm, is it enough to catch the painter by my side?"
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Cang Dang!
There was a dull movement from the drain pipe, Jiang Ting half-kneeled on the ground, glanced inward with his cheeks, and said loudly, "No! Come down!"
Outside the warehouse’s high iron bars and windows, Wu Yu slid down the ground along the drain pipe, stepped on the soil covered with yellow grass leaves and walked around to the front door. After passing a dusty corridor with a flashlight, he walked into this familiar dim warehouse , Jiang Ting was standing up from the drain pipe and patted the dust on the survey gloves.
"It is indeed rusted to death." He said, "There should be no possibility that the murderer will use the drain pipe to transport the weapon or supplies into the secret chamber. However, for caution, the technical investigator can remove the water pipe for a decomposition test."
Wu Yu said briefly: "Go."
"It's Team Wu!" Several investigators behind him immediately responded and rushed out to get tools.
The warehouse that had trapped them for three days and nights still maintains its original appearance. The entrance is a small area of about 30 square meters, and the wall opposite to the main entrance has an iron bar window nailed by wooden bars. , Beside the red rusty drain pipe by the window, there is still a small human figure drawn in chalk, and a red survey triangle is placed on the side, which is the trace of the three-year-old Tao Ze's corpse.
There are rows of rusty iron frames on both sides of the open space, and there is another larger chalk figure deep in the dark corner, maintaining the posture of freezing after death, but the blood stains have dried up.
That is Peng Wan.
The wind entered the room from nowhere, like a cold breath spraying on the back of Wu Yu's neck, like the girl crying with resentment.
"Song Ping is right. Indeed, every brick crack and every inch of the ground is sealed by concrete, and there are no organs or hidden doors. There is no room for entry and exit except for the only iron door in the warehouse, but the iron outside the iron door There is no doubt about the lock and the solid wood door latch that was broken by the door breaker." Jiang Ting had already taken off his coat, with the cuffs of the gray woolen sweater piled on his arm, and hooked Wu Yu: "Give me a drink."
Wu Yu drank half of the mineral water bottle and handed it to him directly. Jiang Ting drank the other half and wiped the corners of his mouth with his wrist: "Did you find anything outside?"
Wu Yu shook his head, he was wearing a shirt, but the back was already wet with sweat on his back, showing a thin waistline: "No, the walls are solid and sealed on all sides."
"Are there any inconsistencies in the wall corner cement?"
Jiang Ting meant to ask the kidnappers if it was possible for the kidnappers to take down half of the wall while they were in a coma, and after killing Peng Wan, he quit and sealed the wall with bricks and cement. Although it looks like a tightly closed room, it is actually new. There will be a slight difference in the cement color of the masonry brick surface and the old brick surface, which is enough to become evidence of reversal.
But Wu Yu said, "No. I have seen it."
Jiang Ting nodded, stepped forward and took off his survey gloves, and patted Wu Yu's hair: "You haven't looked very well recently. Are you okay?"
"..." Wu Yu whispered, "It's okay."
Having said that, he has lost weight recently, eats very little, and eats a lot when he is quiet. Once Associate Professor Jiang personally cooked and chopped fresh shrimp and saury to make small wontons and brought them to the hospital, but he only ate a few and couldn't eat them all the time. It seemed that the smell was so fresh that he could swallow his tongue. But the taste is the same as chewing wax, and even eating has become a last resort burden to survive.
Food color is also. A person's food and color are dull, and the matter of being alive has basically become a mechanical movement that advances purely for a goal. There is no other fun except that goal, and it is quiet and cold like a boundless wasteland.
"A lot of the traces of the scene have been removed. Let's go back and look at the file." Wu Yu rubbed his face to refresh himself, and said: "Maybe some of the first-hand photos taken by the spot investigation were not noticed. Details."
Jiang Ting couldn't persuade him, so he nodded and muttered.
"Actually, I can't figure out two details about Peng Wan's death," Jiang Ting opened a window on the way back, and said aloud as he drove amidst the wind, "but it was not strong enough to be used as a suspicious point in the case file."
Wu Yu was sitting in the co-pilot, with a heavy brown paper bag on his knees, looking at Xingshen photos one by one: "What details?"
Jiang Ting said: "First, Peng Wan had been holding her baby and curled up on the ground under the drain pipe, but died in the corner of the warehouse. There was no trace of the nearby iron frame being hit or toppled, which means she walked by herself. Why in that corner?"
"I have thought about this issue, but there is no evidence of drinking water, tools, machinery, abnormal light or sound in that corner. The current opinion of the task force is that she might want to move." Wu Yu shook his head and did not respond to this. Evaluate far-fetched explanations and ask: "What about the second one?"
"The second detail is why the murderer used a knife. When there are stones on the ground, if I am the murderer and I want to blame, the best way is obviously to pick up the stones two or three times and knock her head out. , And then whether to throw the blood-stained stone to the side of the corpse or take away, it is very convenient and there is no doubt, but the use of the knife will cause a lot of questions about the case-where did this knife come from? Why is there no step on the handle Chonghua or your fingerprints? Of course, the police can barely guess that you covered your hands with clothes when you assassinated Peng Wan, but how do you explain that there is no blood on the clothes? More importantly, there are four people in a secret room, and it is necessary to cover them with clothes. Do you have so many hands?"
Wu Yu nodded without saying a word.
"So the murderer assassinated Peng Wan in the corner of the secret room and used a dagger as a murder weapon. Both of these are indispensable and important parts of the assault." Jiang Ting paused and said, "But I can't figure out why. Both of these points are so important to the murderer."
"I can't figure it out either." Wu Yu leaned back on the back of his chair and frowned: "Blunt weapons such as stones and sticks often require more determination and strength than using cold weapons to kill, and occasionally more. Passion for the murder. Isn't this murderer's physical strength and determination to commit the murder insufficient? I don't think it looks like it."
Big G drove across the street, Jiang Ting suddenly caught a glimpse of something in the side-view mirror, his eyebrows jumped slightly, he turned on the lights and turned off the car by the side of the road, saying, "I'm going to buy something."
"buy what?"
Jiang Ting didn't answer, but waved his hand, got out of the car and hurried away.
Wu Yu looked back from the side-view mirror, and saw that he walked across the street in his coat and walked straight to a street park on the opposite side. Although he was unknown, he didn’t go into it, nor did he get out of the car. He continued to look at the photos of the scene. Suddenly saw something in a corner of the pile of photos, and looked carefully for a moment with the light outside the car window, and saw a small dark shadow at the junction of the side wall of the iron door and the ground. 999 novel first published https://www.999xs.com https://m.999xs.com
It's a dead mouse.
Wu Yu didn't care at first, but turned over two more photos, and stopped suddenly.
mouse.
——How could the mouse die there?
The noise on the street outside the car faintly came through the window, but Wu Yu didn't notice it. He stared at the photo in his hand, his pupils gradually expanded, as if an invisible hand grabbed all of his consciousness and moved his eyes. The scene hurriedly pulled back to the secret room at the time--
"What are you doing? Don't come over! Don't touch my child!"
"I caught a mouse, and I just fed Wu Yu a little blood. You let the child drink a little too, otherwise he won't be able to last that long..."
"Don't touch him! Don't come here! Go away!"
"What are you doing? Rats won't kill him, but dehydration will!"
"You take it! Go away! Go away! ——"
The child woke up from the drowsiness and burst into a loud, sharp cry. Bu Chonghua was staggered for several steps by the woman, suddenly as if realizing something was wrong, he stared at the child in Peng Wan's arms, and reached out, "Wait, why is he..."
"No!! You go away! Don't touch him!!"
The exploded Peng Wan was protecting the child with one hand, waving and scratching with the other, screaming and screaming along with the child crying through the warehouse. Wu Yu curled up uncomfortably on the dusty ground, his internal organs seemed to be burnt by flames. The chaotic brain couldn't understand what was happening, and could only make a weak voice by instinct: "...step...Bu Chonghua... "
The surroundings became quiet for a while. After an unknown period of time, the familiar footsteps sounded again. Bu Chonghua picked him up, kissed his cold cheek with exhaustion, and murmured hoarsely: "It's all right, it's all right, soon It will be fine..."
Peng Wan's gasping and the child's choking still sounded intermittently not far away. Wu Yu leaned in Bu Chonghua's arms in a vague way, with a hand on his arm, vaguely feeling a trace of viscous liquid.
That is blood.
It was the blood that Peng Wan grabbed from Bu Chonghua's arm with a nail when he was protecting the child frantically and fighting back.
...
The big G door opened, Jiang Ting got into the car with an ice cream cone, without looking up: "I heard Yan Xiu said that you like ice cream. I bought it for you. Eat it."
Wu Yu didn't mind why he ran to buy ice cream in winter, but the car was very warm. He subconsciously took it over and sucked the part that was about to melt and drip off, and said, "I know why Peng Wan has Bu Chonghua in his nails. The DNA is gone. They did argue in the secret room, but I can’t figure out why that kid...what happened to you?"
Seeing Jiang Ting's movements paused in the air, he looked at him so determinedly.
"..." Wu Yu asked: "What happened?"
Jiang Ting buried his face in the palm of his hand. After two seconds, he rubbed his face vigorously and raised his head. His expression was complicated and depressed. He finally turned his head and asked in a low voice, "How does the ginger ice cream ball I specifically wanted tasted?"
Wu Yu suddenly understood what he meant.
There was a heavy silence in the carriage. I don't know how long it took, Wu Yu finally said softly: "I didn't deliberately hide it from you, but it didn't help to say it, for nothing to worry you..."
"When did you find it?" Jiang Ting interrupted him.
"Just two days after Bu Chonghua left, you said that the hospital meal was too salty. At first I thought it was because the infusion was too long and I was not used to eating. Then I asked the doctor and checked some information on the Internet. Sure it should be the sequelae of skull base bleeding..."
Wu Yu rubbed his eyebrows with his knuckles, unable to see his expression, and it took a long time to exhale almost inaudibly.
"I have no sense of taste."
