There was a corpse lying on the corpse bed, and it was covered with a white sheet, but the sheet was a little short, exposing the top of the corpse's head and feet. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The corpse's feet were painted with red nails, the hair on the top of its head was shaved but piled up in a cell on the side, yellow hair, and a large hole in the back of its head had been sawn open, and I could faintly see that the brain inside had been emptied.

Based on my red nails and yellow hair, I can conclude that this is the dead Liu Jing, and I really didn't expect that after a long time, her body was not only dissected, but also tossed into this virtue. And all this should be the masterpiece of the forensic doctor Yang in front of him.

My heart was beating so fast that I couldn't even suppress it. The beard muttered, and I didn't know what he was talking about, but he saw that his virtue was similar to mine.

Yang Qianqian also reached out and put her hand on the abdomen of the corpse, which also made the white sheet covered here quickly recess a piece, indicating that Liu Jing's stomach was also disemboweled.

I don't understand what Yang Qianqian is doing with us looking at this corpse, but I don't want to stay in this ghost place any longer. I deliberately handed over the urine cup and told her, "If there are no other tests, my brother and I will go first." ”

Yang Qianqian shook her head and motioned for the two of us to stay. She looked down at the corpse again, as if she had something to say, but she kept silent, gently touching the corpse, and after a while, she looked up at me again, emphasizing, "When you do the task next, if you want to encounter any strange things, you can go past Dong Jackal, ask me directly, and also write down my mobile phone number." ”

Then she said a series of numbers. Beard took out his phone and hurriedly memorized it. And I stood dry, and my brain was a little rusty for a while. I said in my heart that this night was really evil, why is this series of things so strange that happened?

Yang Qianqian took the urine cup in our hands, didn't say anything more, but urged us to leave the forensic clinic quickly.

Looking at that posture, Yang Qianqian still had to continue to study Liu Jing's corpse. I hurriedly tugged at my beard and trotted out.

Dong Jackal was sitting on a step outside the door, fiddling with his mobile phone. After seeing the two of us come out, he hurriedly picked up his mobile phone and looked behind the two of us. When he didn't find Yang Qianqian's figure, he muttered in disappointment, "This little girl, people are really cold!"

Dong Jackal took the two of us out of the backyard again, and of course, the old husband also took a very interested posture and stared at me.

We came to the Geely car, and Dong opened the trunk. There's a backpack here. This car was originally driven by me and the beard. I have the impression that there is no backpack in the trunk, and I guess Dong Jackal put it in it when the two of us entered the forensic clinic.

Dong Jackal opened it, I glanced at it a few times, and saw that there were portable cameras, clothes, and two hands of handcuffs and so on.

Dong Jackal stared at the two of us and smiled. I felt a stir in my heart, and subconsciously felt that we were in trouble again.

And without waiting for the two of us to ask, Dong Jackal took the initiative to say, "Congratulations to the two of you, Lao Tzu has brought informants for five years, and those people are really informants, but you two have performed well, and the police have decided to promote you to police officers, and we will be colleagues in the future." ”

Beard and I looked at each other. The beard was very serious, and then he said, "What are you kidding, we are police officers, do we have a contract, do we have a salary and an establishment?"

Dong Jackal's face sank angrily, and he glared at his beard for a while, and then replied to the question, "Since you are police officers, you must have a sense of mission in your heart, you know? There are so many scumbags in this society, and there are murders every day." Liu Jing is a good policeman, and he sacrificed himself to investigate the case, so you two will take over Officer Liu's task and go to the murder house...... No, it's in a private house, continue to investigate the case!"

After listening to this moment, I felt that my hair stood on end, and even the scene before Liu Jing's death appeared in front of me.

The beard was the same as me, he made up his mind not to go, he also laughed, waved his hand again and again, and said, "My brothers and sisters didn't serve as police officers, just informants, we can do auxiliary investigation in this case at most, don't point to what you will do in that murder house." ”

Dong Jackal has been looking at me and wants to listen to my point of view, and he can even see that he really wants me to say something he likes to hear and let Hu Zi indirectly compromise, but I am not stupid, how can I move a stone to shoot myself in the foot in this kind of thing?

My indirect silence also made Dong Jackal understand something. He nodded again and again, said yes, and took out the contents of the backpack one by one and put them in the trunk.

He first said to his beard, "If I'm not mistaken, Li Jinzhe, your grandmother committed the crime of grand theft, intentional wounding, and traffic accident, and was sentenced to 25 years for several crimes, right?

The beard was said to be very serious for a while. Then Dong Jackal stood up straight, walked up to me, and said at a distance almost from nose to nose, "As for you, Xiao Bo, I don't think you need to emphasize anything, right? After getting drunk that night, I don't know what kind of beast you did? It was good enough that I didn't get you to death at that time! But ......" He paused and said, "After you were imprisoned, you were still well-behaved and sensible, and the prison guards and I took good care of you, what's the matter? Do you not even want this advantage now? Do you want to go back?"

He is using words to point out to me, but this old rabbit cub, he doesn't open any pot and which pot he wants, and he also uncovers the scar in my heart.

My brain was a little nervous again, and the image of one morning, especially the bodies of my parents after their deaths, came to me very realistically.

My brain was going to blow up. I took a few steps back, avoiding Dong Jackal's venomous gaze, and couldn't help but rub my temples, which made me feel better.

Dong Jackal lit a cigarette and leaned against the trunk to smoke it. After half a cigarette, I made a statement first, and without beating around the bush, I said very directly, accept the task.

The beard looked reluctant, and nodded reluctantly.

Dong Jackal laughed with satisfaction. He gave another order for the two of us to put away the little equipment.

I don't have a choice with the beard, so I'll tinker with the equipment and get acquainted with it. Dong Jackal said the specific things we want to do next, go to the house and live, until we find Huang Zhuzi.

I didn't understand it, so I asked what the yellow bead was, or asked Officer Dong to tell me what it looked like.

Dong Jackal shrugged helplessly, saying that there was only so much news for him from above, but he also emphasized that anyway, if you find something yellow and something like a bead, contact him immediately, and the task will be completed!

I had to write it down. Dong Jackal asked the two of us not to delay and set off immediately. And he didn't stay any longer, he stared at our ankles, blew his whistle, took out his phone again, and left while calling the old lame.

Exempt informants like me and Hu Zi have micro-trackers implanted in their ankles, and Dong Jackal's actions just now are another disguised warning to us, don't have a bad idea, you can't escape if you want to.

I sat back in the Geely car with Huzi, this time with him as the driver, driving the Geely car as fast as I could, and I smoked one cigarette after another, and wondered about things with a little nervousness.

We drove all the way to the door of the unit in that neighborhood. Don't look at the bloody case just now, but the whole community has no meaning of being affected at all, maybe it has something to do with the fact that no one lives. When we went upstairs, I saw that the blood stains on the staircase steps and handrails had also been treated, presumably by the police. But the fourth-floor east house is still the same. When I opened the door, the first thing I saw was blood on the floor and the creature cobwebs.

The two of us stood in the doorway, scolding and whining with our beards, and had no intention of going inside. I looked at this shabby place, and I thought to myself, I can't just live like this, right?

I shared the work with him and cleaned up the house briefly, while I was also observing the environment. It's a two-bedroom apartment with almost no appliances, and the furniture and bed are very old. I also found five and a half orths on the board on the side of a bed.

It was deliberately carved with a knife. I don't know what the orthography means, but it seems to be a date. In addition, there is an old-fashioned yellow calendar hanging in this bedroom, that is, the kind that tears off a page every day that passes.

I look at the date of the last stay, a month ago. In other words, the house was occupied a month ago.

At this time, the beard called out to me, and I hurried over, he was sweeping the floor of the other bedroom, and I was surprised to find a small book left behind the closet.

We took out our notebooks and flipped through them. Most of them are blank pages, but a few pages are written with strange characters.

The beard thought for a while, then took out a look of sudden realization, and said to me, "This is fucking English!" I wanted to pull my beard, and I said that if you don't read, you don't even know the twenty-six English letters.

I snatched the notebook and took a closer look. This character reminds me of the subtitles broadcast on Tibet TV when I was watching TV.

I guessed with Hu Zi, "This may be the language of the ethnic minorities, or it may be Tibetan." "But that's not the point of our investigation. We'll just put it aside for now.

After a thorough cleaning, we rested for a while, and then began to divide and divide the carpet search of the house again. I didn't even let go of the walls and floors, and tapped them with my fingers to rule out the possibility of dark grids.

After tossing and turning for more than two hours, we found nothing, and looking out the window, it was dawning. We were so tired that we wanted to get some sleep.

Beard asked me, "Do you sleep in one bed or separately?"

I asked him, "Are you a girl?" and the bearded man sometimes didn't understand jokes, so he pointed to himself and said, "Are you blind?" ”

I said, "Since I'm not a girl, what's the point of me huddled with you?"

After that, the two of us simply shared a bedroom by ourselves, and before the beard entered the bedroom, he said to me, "This murderous house doesn't seem to be anything to be afraid of." I nodded yes.

But we are definitely jumping to the conclusion too early. When you sleep like this, danger comes......