The Sichuan Mansion Restaurant on Huayuan Street is not large in area, and the decoration is not luxurious, but because his dishes are authentic and affordable, the salary consumption, the quality and low price, and the business is surprisingly good.

Jiang Yi's hometown is far away in the Northeast, and she always works overtime, so she can only eat in the canteen.

After running all morning, hungry, seeing that Han Jun was reluctant to eat at the sub-bureau, and the Ding bureau didn't seem to have any intention of inviting him to dinner, Jiang Yi could only take him to this restaurant that she thought was very good.

A plate of garlic water spinach, a piece of Lao Gan Ma back to the pot meat, a boiled pork slices, a big bowl of tomato and egg soup, two bowls of fragrant rice, three dishes and one soup, let him sweat and relish when eating.

"Yes, it tastes really good, compared to here, those Sichuan restaurants in Chinatown make pig food, and the price is still expensive."

Looking at his gobbling appearance, Jiang Yi snorted and said, "Researcher Han, I thought you liked to eat Western food." ”

Han Jun wiped his sweat with a napkin, picked up a piece of fat but not greasy back to the pot and said with a smile: "Actually, I rarely go to the restaurant, I used to have no money and couldn't afford it, and then I was too busy and didn't have time, and I didn't pay so much attention to eating abroad, just buy a burger and hot dog or something on the side of the road, just fill my stomach." ”

Jiang Yi put down her chopsticks and asked curiously, "Was it bitter when you first arrived there?" ”

"I was picked up by my cousin, who wasn't a billionaire but was middle-class, so I'm lucky and much happier than those who work on their own. It's just that something happened later, and I tossed myself and suffered, and I was only a teenager at that time, and I was in adolescence, and I was always a little rebellious. ”

"What's the matter?"

"It's hard to say, don't talk about this," Han Jun smiled awkwardly, and immediately changed the topic: "By the way, you know where there is a flower shop nearby, I want to buy a bouquet of flowers." ”

Thinking of his "personal assistant" with an extraordinary temperament, Jiang Yi smiled and said, "For Lawyer Bai?" ”

Han Jun shook his head and said softly: "Give it to a person who has passed away, isn't it going to the funeral home later, I want to send her a bouquet of flowers by the way." ”

After receiving the task arranged by the political commissar of the sub-bureau Qian and the squadron instructor Li, Jiang Yi took advantage of an opportunity to learn about his past, and as soon as he heard that he was going to pay homage to a deceased person, Jiang Yi realized who that person was.

The topic is heavy, but it must be faced.

Jiang Yi was silent for a moment, then lightly opened his thin lips and said, "Researcher Han, things have passed for so long, you can't always live in the past. There is a saying that the dead are gone, and the living should be like this, and only when the living live happily and spend every day happily, can the soul of the dead be at peace in another world. ”

Han Jun took a deep breath, raised his head and said, "Officer Jiang, I'm not as ...... as you think Well, in short, I am not as good as I thought. It's just that I was in a hurry because of some trivial matters, and I didn't bother to inject incense and send her a bouquet of flowers. ”

"Isn't she pretty?"

"Hmm."

"You love her very much?"

"Love is really impossible to talk about, in fact I have only met her once in reality, or when she was dying, I couldn't even say a word."

Seeing him turn around and shift his gaze to the street where cars were coming and going, Jiang Yi hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked you these sad things." ”

"It's okay, you must know that I am a lawyer, and my psychological capacity is not so bad."

Maybe it's full, maybe the topic affects the appetite too much, and that's the end of lunch.

Jiang Yi bought the order, and when she had the opportunity to invite her to eat once, Han Jun was not polite to her. In fact, it was hard for him to understand that the customers who gathered around the bar and rushed to pay their bills were fighting for such a thing, in order to show who was more generous and hospitable.

I bought flowers and drove to the funeral home in the western suburbs at exactly two o'clock in the afternoon.

Despite being open 24 hours a day, the funeral home is still very busy, and the parking lot is crammed with vehicles coming to attend the funeral. Several farewell and memorial halls of varying sizes are not even enough, and many relatives and friends who have come to see off the deceased are waiting in their cars or in the shade of trees.

The sound of mourning music, heart-rending cries, the noise and the sound of car engines are incessant, and it is very heart-wrenching and sad.

The fear and shadow of death have been hidden pains in people's lives since ancient times. In order to cover up the cowardice and taboo of death, many ethnic groups have invented many ambiguous terms to lightly avoid the word "death".

This evasion shows the helplessness of human beings, but also reveals the heaviness of the human heart.

The pain, sorrow, despair, and fear carried by death intimidate every life, and death quietly envelops people's hearts with a cold darkness, and death has become a lingering shadow in people's hearts and an unbearable weight in life.

However, he has lived abroad for more than ten years, and he has attended no less than ten funerals, and the atmosphere is completely different from here.

The priest or priest who presides over the funeral dissolves the polarization of life and death on the same level, life is a beginning, and death is also a beginning; Life is the transition from God to earth, and death is the return from earth to God; Born added a new member to the world, and died to extradite a diaspora to heaven......

It's not so much a funeral as a celebration.

In particular, the freedom and detachment, the hope, and the comfort are in stark contrast to the heart-rending pain and despair in front of me. The qiē that you see, hear, and feel here can be said to be a different experience for Han Jun.

His girlfriend from two years ago, a netizen to be exact, was lying in the gloomy and cold morgue. Because of her murder, he was almost mistaken for a murderer and was treated unfairly.

Jiang Yi was very nervous, for fear that he would eventually become angry at the sub-bureau, holding the flowers and asking cautiously: "Researcher Han, do you want to look at her first, or Shi Xiuqin's mother and son first?" ”

Han Jun hesitated for a while before he said solemnly: "If she has a spirit in the sky, then I definitely don't want to see her now." ”

What woman doesn't want to give her the most beautiful side of the person she loves, or the person who loves her. Thinking of this, Jiang Yi suddenly found that he really understood women, and he was not as annoying as before.

Before I came, I called the funeral home, went to the hall to show the staff on duty, and a staff member in his forties led the two to a three-story building behind the complex.

There is a sign with black letters on a white background hanging at the door, which reads "Forensic Identification Center of Jiangcheng Public Security Bureau". However, this forensic identification center is not a place where forensic doctors from the Public Security Bureau work every day, and only come here when they encounter cases that need to be autopsied, and sometimes the autopsy site is placed in the city's First People's Hospital.

It was cold inside, and the staff put on a jacket and chattered while pushing open the iron door of the morgue: "Comrade Public Security, if you don't come, we will also look for you." You have your case-handling process, we also have our rules and regulations, no matter who sends it to us, and after sending it, it doesn't matter, it will be a few years, it will take up space and consume electricity, you tell me what is this......"

His netizen who was killed was just one of them, and as far as Jiang Yi knew, there were four corpses stored here in the Western Suburbs Branch alone that no one cared about and no one asked. The Public Security Bureau did not have this fund, and the Civil Affairs Bureau was unwilling to pay for it, so the funeral parlor personnel demanded money from the Public Security Bureau, and even claimed that they would return the body to the Public Security Bureau.

Jiang Yi was extremely embarrassed, and said stupidly: "Comrade, I am a small policeman, or a small policeman who has just entered the unit, you can talk to our leaders about these things, of course, I will also help you reflect to our leaders after I go back." ”

"Forget it, it's useless to tell you," the staff snorted coldly, pointed to a drawer freezer next to him, and asked angrily: "Liu Feifei is here, do you want to open it?" ”

The ground was wet, and the temperature of the air conditioner was very low, Han Jun couldn't help but shiver, took the flowers and put them at his feet, stroked the freezer door and shook his head, "No need, I'm just here to see." ”

"Are you his family?"

"Sort of."

Han Jun took out a piece of Chinese cigarette from the detention center from his computer bag, handed it to the staff and said: "I'm very sorry, I've caused you trouble in the past two years, if nothing else, her parents will come in the next few days, and they won't embarrass you anymore." ”

A soft China, the shot is really generous, and the staff shook their heads again and again: "This ...... This...... How embarrassing is that? ”

"My little heart, don't refuse."

Han Jun touched the freezer door again, and resolutely turned around and said, "Okay, get down to business, where is the body of Shi Xiuqin's mother and son, please open it for me to see." ”

Taking other people's hands and eating people's soft mouths, a soft Chinese made the staff's attitude turn 180 degrees, and asked diligently: "Is it here or sent to the autopsy room?" ”

"I'm not a forensic doctor, and I don't have the right to dissect, so I'll be right here."

"Squeak", the first drawer freezer was opened, Shi Xiulan's body was placed flat in the freezer, covered with a layer of plastic film, due to the temperature difference, a layer of water mist quickly appeared on the film, and only the face that had appeared with large corpse spots could only be vaguely seen.

Jiang Yi is not a forensic doctor, and her heart is becoming more and more frightened and palpitating, and she subconsciously turns her head away after taking a look.

Han Jun didn't seem to be afraid, he carefully looked at it from head to toe for about five minutes, then took out a pair of latex gloves that had been prepared earlier and put them on, lifted the film, and hesitated, as if he wanted to touch but didn't dare to touch the deceased.

People who have experienced the sensation of death once will never want to feel it a second time, no matter how curious. In addition to not wanting to try that painful and fearful feeling again, there is also a moral factor. In his opinion, this is an immoral voyeurism, except that the object of voyeurism is not living people and things, but the feelings of the deceased in the moment before death.

However, if he wants to solve the mystery of the sudden death of mother and child, he must try. So he gritted his teeth and put his palm on the forehead of the deceased.

Headache and abdominal pain, nausea and vomiting, lung pain, sore throat, difficulty breathing, numbness all over my body, I can't see anything clearly, there is only a glimmer of light in the haze.

The consciousness became more and more blurred, as if falling into a dark abyss, and the internal organs were falling in all directions, and there was no more pain, no more cold...... It seemed that he saw light, in a round black hole, he tried his best to see, but he couldn't stop his body from falling rapidly. The light grew farther and farther away, dimmer and dimmer until it melted into darkness......

"Researcher Han!"

Seeing that his face suddenly showed an expression of extreme pain, and then he fell to the ground with a "bang", Jiang Yi was so frightened that he was at a loss, and hurriedly held his arm and shouted: "Researcher Han, Researcher Han, are you okay?" ”

"It's okay, don't worry, it's fine." Only then did Han Jun return to the world that belonged to him and stood up strongly.

The staff was also startled, and only breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that he was fine, while hurriedly covering the film, stuffing the freezer back into place, and said kindly: "It's so hot outside, and the temperature inside is so low, this cold and hot are particularly prone to heat stroke and cold, don't look at it, child, I have Huoxiang Zhengqi water there, drink a bottle of prevention." ”

There were no clues from the painful symptoms, but the faint pungent smell in the nostrils allowed Han Jun to conclude that Shi Xiulan's mother and son died of poisoning, and it was gas poisoning. As long as the source of the toxic gas can be found, the mystery can be solved and the truth can be revealed.

There is no need to suffer again, he nodded slightly, forced himself out of the morgue, and said excitedly: "Officer Jiang, we went back to the scene of the crime, and we must have missed something in the morning." ”

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