"Ouyang, do you remember the Wansen Group? It was annexed by another big business. Tang Zhenguo said while nibbling on the fritters while looking at his mobile phone.

"Well, I'm watching." I took a sip of soy milk and said.

Early in the morning, the front page of the homepage of Bayu News Network was occupied by the merger of Vincennes Group, and the eye-catching headline read: The business sea is ruthless, and the once commercial Titanic is now completely overturned and sunk into the sea.

Looking at the news carefully, it turns out that Wansen Group was acquired by a company called Fuyan Group, which has a wide range of business scope, including medical care, education, real estate, minerals, jewelry, charity and network technology. It is said that the company has strong financial strength and has a tendency to be a leading enterprise in the Bayu area, and its big boss is also mysterious and very low-key, and has never been exposed in the media.

On the news page, a news link caught my attention, which was related to the headline news, the link was called: Clean Slate, a charitable foundation of Fuyan, which supports 138 death row prisoners and their poor family members.

I clicked on this link, and the news content was that the Clean Slate Foundation donated 6 million yuan to solve the problems of medical care, employment and tuition fees for the families of 138 prisoners, which was well received by the society and the government.

I have an impression of this Clean Slate Charity Foundation, and the 2 billion family property left by Feng Yu was donated to this charitable foundation by Feng Xiaoke.

I checked the origin of the Clean Slate Charitable Foundation on the Internet, and it turned out that it is also under the name of Fuyan Group and has the legal qualification to independently engage in public fundraising activities. With the corporate vision of 'helping the needy and benefiting everyone', it is committed to three major public welfare areas: major disaster relief, respect for the elderly and children, and support for families serving prison sentences. Among them, the financial support for the immediate family members, especially the children, left behind by the inmates, is particularly in place, and can be called a model for the whole country.

Seeing this, I can't help but feel good about this Clean Slate charitable foundation. Because I have been engaged in the detective career for many years, I also know some about the families of some prisoners, and even feel some guilt.

I don't know how to describe my feelings, criminals are punished by the law, that's right. But in a certain way, those criminals with families who serve prison sentences, resulting in the breakdown of their families or poverty, also have a certain relationship with my successful investigation of the case.

I have also anonymously sponsored several families whose relatives were sent to prison by me, and I can see their difficulties. In the face of justice, I have no hesitation, but morally, I can't bear it. So doing what I can may be the best way to balance this mentality.

I think a lot, in fact, I rarely get emotional, but when justice and morality conflict, people can't help but have some difficult choices. But for me, this choice is not difficult, because I know that no matter what the situation, as long as I am on the side of justice, I will not be wrong.

Of course, at the time of emotion, the special sensitivity of the detective's mind also told me whether the Fuyan Group and the Clean Slate Charity Foundation have any connection with the cases of Wang Weisen and the Feng family? Is it just a coincidence that they appear behind these bizarre cases with huge profits?

Hehe, I don't believe it anyway.

Tang Zhenguo is really a tough guy image, he eats fritters with greasy hands in his hands, and only drinks a few sips of soy milk after eating one. I'm different, I like to tear the fritters into pieces and soak them in soy milk. Tang Zhenguo also once laughed at me, saying that my way of eating is a girl's way of eating, and my explanation to him is: The foreign boxing you practice is rigid, so you eat hard and crispy fritters; I practice Neijiaquan, which is soft, so I eat soft fritters.

He couldn't argue with me.

If I have a full breakfast, it means that I have been idle lately, because eating too much can affect my thinking, and as a brain worker, I pay attention to this. However, the cases I have taken on lately are trivial, and I only need to use a little brain cell in the cerebral cortex to solve them easily. Maybe before, I would be so frizzy that I jumped up and down like an addict running out of rations because I didn't have a serious case. But now I won't, because the weather in June is really not suitable for impetuousness, and you will sweat profusely when you move, so it is better to be calm and naturally cool. That shows how sane I am, haha...... Ha.

In my studio, I did an observation of the blood clotting process and an experiment on the physical and chemical factors that affect blood clotting, and I did an experiment of body acceleration and deceleration in the sound of Tang Zhenguo hitting the wooden stake, and the day seemed to have passed. Of course, don't ask me where these lab props come from, I won't tell you.

Night, has come.

"Hey, come and see, the moon is red." Tang Zhenguo looked out the window and said in surprise.

Wearing flip-flops, I walked slowly to the window, tilted my head and said, "Ah! The righteousness of the world is weakened, the evil spirit is strong, the resentment is strong, and the anger is strong; The wind and clouds change drastically, and the mountains and rivers are sorrowful; The world is in turmoil, and fires are everywhere. Bad omen, bad omen! ”

I have always thought that this idiom was invented by some wizard and witch in ancient times, and sometimes it is really terrifyingly accurate.

As soon as I finished my nonsense, I received a call from Lao Lu, saying that someone had fallen from the Mu Jue Building, and it was Mu Wei, the new chairman of the Mu Jue Group, the eldest son of the Mu family, nicknamed the Earl.

Since Xiao Xia passed away, Tang Zhenguo and I went out to handle the case and basically fought, and every time at this time, I miss Xiao Xia very much.

Soon, we came to the Mu Jue Building in the Economic Development Zone, a high-end office building with more than 30 floors, at this time, the lights were blind, and the power went out. Only the flickering of the police lights shone on the bright glass of the building, which looked mysterious and eerie.

Tang Zhenguo and I paid to get out of the car, and the taxi driver of this good thing actually took out his mobile phone and took several photos with a click, and asked me what happened here, I ignored him and went straight to the Mujue Building.

At this time, it was already half past ten in the evening, and the Economic Development Zone was already sparsely populated, and there were even fewer people at night after work.

However, the police routinely opened the cordon and set up lights, and I saw a few people in civilian clothes talking about something outside the cordon, and a fashionably dressed woman crying.

Inside the cordon, several criminal police officers were taking photos and videos of the scene, and Liu Lili was squatting on the ground to do a preliminary autopsy.

I found Lao Lu at the scene and asked, "Do you know when the fall happened?" ”

Lao Lu said: "At 8:37, I received a call from the security guard of Mu Jue's company, saying that their chairman had fallen from the building, and the estimated time of death was around half past eight. ”

"Did the power go out when you came?"

"Yes."

I wiped my beard and said, "It's suspicious, the new group boss fell to his death when the company building was out of power, there is an article!" ”

Lao Lu patted me on the shoulder and said, "The hero sees the same thing, if it was an ordinary case of falling from a building, I wouldn't have called you over." Lili, how's it going? Lao Lu asked loudly to Liu Lili, who was undergoing an autopsy.

"It's going to be soon!" Liu Lili responded loudly through the mask.

"I'll check it out too!" After saying that, I put on my gloves and crossed the cordon and walked to the deceased.

My first reaction was to be miserable, and I looked up at the dark building, and it was clear that the deceased had fallen from a high floor.

Squatting down, I could see in the light that several buttons of the deceased's shirt were missing, most of the joints of his clothes and pants were also torn, and his right arm and right leg were bloody and blurred, apparently lying on the ground to the right.

I looked at his palm, there were no scratches, it seemed that he had fallen directly from the building, and he had not grabbed anything to save himself instinctively before falling.

However, his hands were strange, obviously somewhat deformed, not caused by a fall, and their skin was old, with purple-brown patches.

I frowned and said to Liu Lili, "Do you have a pen on you?" ”

Liu Lili took out a signature pen from her pocket and gave it to me, and I used the pen to pick open the lips of the deceased, only to see a mouthful of bloody fangs.

"Porphyria!" Liu Lili and I said in unison.

Yes, it's the rare porphyria, the legendary vampire disease.

I slowly stood up, threw the bloody signature pen to Liu Lili, and said, "You examine the body carefully, and I'll take a look around." ”

Liu Lili threw the pen aside and said: "Basically, they all meet the characteristics of high-level falls, and there are no scars left by the fight, so it should be possible to rule out homicide." ”

I shook my head and said, "The absence of other wounds must not be used as a basis to rule out homicide." ”

Liu Lili lowered her head and thought about it, and said, "Well, then I'll report the results of my preliminary autopsy to Captain Lu, whether it is suicide or homicide, it's up to him to judge." ”

I nodded, and walked towards the dark building.

After asking a few police officers, I first found the security guard who called the police, who was sitting by the flower bed of the building, anxiously looking at the busy crowd.

I walked to the security guard, by the light, I can see that this security guard is over 40 years old, the body is strong, the face is handsome, the security uniform on his body is very straight, obviously ironed, but because of the lack of lighting, I can't see the details of the face and dress, but with experience, I asked: "Brother, you have been a soldier, right?" ”

The security guard looked at me vigilantly, a look of caution flashed in his eyes, and said, "Who are you?" ”

I knew he was on high alert when he saw that I wasn't wearing a uniform, but it was this alertness that made me wonder a little, and my instincts told me that this fall was unusual.

I smiled, looked at the scene of the incident, and handed the security guard a cigarette and said, "I'm an advisor to the criminal investigation team and want to know about the situation." ”

The security guard sat up straight, blocked my hand and said, "During work, I can't smoke, and if I want to know the situation, the police will naturally notify me to go to the police station to make a record." ”

I took back my cigarette, smiled and said, "People who have been soldiers are different. ”

He looked at my face and said with a serious face, "Yes." ”

Interesting!