"The deceased is Fan Bowei, director of the cargo department of Xiangjiang Customs," the police officer from Xiangjiang introduced to Zhao Yu, who was inspecting the scene, "45 years old, divorced and single, was killed between 3 and 4 a.m. on the 15th......

"So...... How did you find out?" Zhao Yu squatted down, looked at the outline of the white line drawn at the place where the deceased was killed, and asked habitually.

"Hmm......" The officer looked through the records and didn't answer until more than ten seconds later, "Fan Bowei went to work today, because his position was important, so the unit called him, but the phone has not been answered."

"In the end, the unit had to contact Fan Bowei's relatives, and the relatives came to check, and only then did they discover the scene of the crime......"

"Relatives, what relatives?" Zhao Yu looked up and asked again.

"Well......" This time, the little police officer panicked, quickly looked through the records, and flipped through them for a long time before replying, "Yes...... It's Fan Bowei's father!"

"So...... The deceased was holding a Kuman Tong in his arms...... "Zhao Yu asked again, "Was Kuman Tong raised by the deceased himself?"

"This ...... It's not clear ......" the officer replied with sweat on his head.

"What!?" Zhao Yu glared, "I don't know? This person has been dead for two days, don't you even know if Gu Man Tong is his?"

"This ......," the officer wiped his sweat, "the deceased believed in Buddhism before his death, I guess...... Should...... It must be his, right?"

"What do you mean?" Zhao Yuniu's eyes widened and asked, "What kind of attitude do you have? Why, do you look down on the special investigators of our Central Criminal Department?"

"No...... No, no, no......" The little police officer quickly nodded and bowed, "I...... I'm going to ask, I'm sorry sir......"

After saying that, the little police officer hurriedly took the record book and called......

Gee......

Zhao Yu glanced at the scene and found that the previous Inspector Cheng had disappeared, and he didn't know where to hide to smoke, or to make a phone call?

It seems that his previous worries are not superfluous, and the style of the local police officers is indeed very different from that of the mainland.

He saw more clearly that this was not the problem of the little police officer himself at all, but the local police playing tricks behind his back.

Since he knew that Zhao Yu was coming to investigate, why didn't he send an experienced police officer to assist, but instead sent a rookie who had not dried up?

It seems that handling cases in other places is definitely not as comfortable as it used to be.

However, Zhao Yu thought about it, if he was a local police officer here, he would definitely have some resistance in his heart?

Forget it, Zhao Yu put aside his prejudices for a while and began to observe the scene seriously.

From the furnishings of the deceased's home, it can be seen that Fan Bowei was indeed a devout Buddhist believer, and there are Buddhist shrines in the house, and there are also Bodhisattvas, and many others such as incense burners and offerings......

However, Zhao Yu knew that Kuman Tong was actually only a folk custom that originated from Southeast Asia, and had nothing to do with Buddhism at its roots.

Therefore, if there is no important confession, it is not certain that the Kuman Tong that Fan Bowei was holding when he died must have been raised by himself.

If not, it does not mean that this case and the previous Kuman Thong murder case were committed by the same murderer.

Whether it is an imitation, or the reappearance of the Kuman Thong killer, it depends on the Kuman Thong in the hands of the deceased to judge.

Looking around the scene, Zhao Yu found that most of Fan Bowei's rooms were surprisingly neat, with items neatly placed and spotless, except for the deceased's bedroom, which was slightly chaotic.

Because the deceased was asleep in the middle of the night and was poisoned by the murderer, the deceased's bed was scattered, and part of the bedding also slipped to the ground.

According to the traces at the scene, Zhao Yu could see that the murderer should have moved from the bedroom first, he used the rope prepared in advance to put the deceased's neck, and then dragged him all the way along the floor to the living room, and finally tightened the rope and strangled him to death.

The deceased's strength may have had an absolute advantage, so the deceased had no power to resist at that time, so there were no signs of a fight at the scene.

Gee......

Zhao Yu looked at the scene, imagining himself as the victim in his mind, filtering the scene at the time of the crime over and over again.

"Sir, sir......" At this time, the police officer who had left before ran back panting and said, "I have asked clearly, we have asked Fan Bowei's family, but his family members have answered vaguely, so we still can't be sure whether that Kuman Thong is his own?"

"What? can't be sure?" Zhao Yu frowned, "What do you mean to be vague?"

"Fan Bowei is single and divorced, and he lives a relatively independent life, so his family doesn't know if he has raised Kuman Thong!" replied the little police officer, "Also, some people have impure intentions for supporting Kuman Thong, so they generally don't want others to know."

"But......" The little police officer flipped through a document and handed it to Zhao Yu, "We found a natural incense dedicated to Kuman Thong in Fan Bowei's drawer, and there are some children's biscuits in the refrigerator, which may also be used to support Kuman Thong......"

Zhao Yu took the information, but found that in addition to the photos, the information was written in traditional Chinese, which looked very awkward.

"So......" said the little officer, "our commander thinks that Kuman Tong should have been raised by Fan Bowei himself!"

"It should ...... It should be ......" Zhao Yu shook his head, "Are you investigating cases or writing scripts?" Let me ask you, what did the expert from Thailand say? He should be able to clearly see whether Kuman Thong was raised by Fan Bowei himself, right?"

"Well......" the little officer shook his head in embarrassment, "I don't know about this, he doesn't seem to say anything." ”

Call......

If it had been before, Zhao Yu would have been mad a long time ago, but now that he is mature, he knows that it is not practical to be mad indiscriminately, rather than being angry himself, it is better to think of some ideas.

At this moment, his first thought was that he also needed an expert.

Because he found that the case of Kuman Thong involved a lot of secret religious knowledge, which were really far from what he had been exposed to before, he should also find an expert to help.

Secondly, he was still thinking about the Thai expert named Mia, and through the contact just now, he seemed to see something in Mia's eyes.

The Thai expert's eyes diverged, as if he had found some important clues, but he didn't mean to share it with Zhao Yu.

Therefore, I should also put some effort into this guy to see if he really has medicine in his gourd?

Other than that......

Zhao Yu looked carefully at the shrine of Fan Bowei's house, he still remembered that before coming, Mia had been looking at this Buddhist shrine in a daze, as if he was thinking about something, and it was his arrival that interrupted him.

So...... Could the clues found by this Thai expert have anything to do with this shrine?

Thinking of this, Zhao Yu also stood in front of the Buddha shrine and looked at it carefully.

However, he himself did not have much research on Buddhism, and after reading it for a long time, he could not see one, two, or three. So, I had to take a few photos and leave the scene of the crime......

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