Liao Yi lifted the white cloth, revealing the yellow-haired corpse inside. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

I saw that Huang Mao's whole body was dry at this time, there was no trace of blood on his body, and the abdominal area was sunken, looking like he had no internal organs.

"You see, if this is man-made death, how can this be?" Jing Cha reached out and poked Huang Mao's withered arm.

A magical scene happened, the dry arm immediately sunken down, and then as Jing Cha raised his hand, the depression immediately rebounded, giving people the feeling that this yellow hair was like a sponge at this time.

Looking at Huang Mao's dry corpse, Zu Zhong also frowned and fell into deep thought.

"Overnight, the whole person was drained of blood, and the internal organs were gone, I have been a police officer for more than ten years, and it is the first time I have encountered such a strange case." Jing Cha also shook his body as he spoke, obviously with a trace of fear for this kind of thing.

At this time, Liao Yi took out a CT photo, Zu Zhong took it and took a look, and a more strange scene appeared.

The CT photo shows a full-body picture of Huang Mao, and through the picture, Huang Mao not only has no internal organs, but also no bones.

This is very weird, there are no bones in it, how can he support this body from deformation?

Seeing this, Zu Zhong raised his head and asked, "Are you sure this is Huang Mao's own corpse and not a dummy?" ”

"That's right, it's Huang Mao herself, who was brought out of the rental house, and her girlfriend personally confirmed it." Jing Cha explained.

It's very strange how a good person can become a dried corpse, and the internal organs and bones are all sucked away, which is terrifying.

"By the way, you've investigated Huang Mao's girlfriend, what did she say?" Zu Zhong asked Liao Yi to cover the body of Huang Mao and asked.

"This was naturally investigated at the first time, according to the person concerned, Huang Mao was killed while she was taking a bath, she came out of the shower and called the police, and when we arrived at the scene, she was wearing a bathrobe." Jing Cha nodded and said.

According to the well, the yellow hair was stripped of his internal organs and stripped of his bones in just a few dozen minutes, and this speed was really terrifying.

No matter what the other party is, you have to be careful.

After making up his mind, Zu Zhong decided to meet the yellow-haired girlfriend for a while, because things were too weird.

Hearing that Zu Zhong was looking for Huang Mao's girlfriend, Jing Cha had no opinion, since Huang Mao's accident, the police station has arranged for people to give her personal protection to avoid another accident.

Under the leadership of Jing Cha, Zuzhong met his yellow-haired girlfriend who was temporarily staying in the hotel.

After inquiry, I learned that Huang Mao's girlfriend's name is Zhang Jiaqi, slightly slender, taller than ordinary girls, about a height with 180 in Zuzhong, with a light makeup on her face, and her appearance is not bad, it is said that she is a model in a small company nearby, and I don't know how Huang Mao hooked up.

"How many times have you said that the yellow-haired guy died when I was taking a shower, are you bothered?" Regarding Jing Cha's inquiry, Huang Mao's girlfriend was obviously a little impatient.

"Then when he was killed, he didn't make a single movement? At the very least, there must be screams. Zu Zhong asked.

"This is really not, Huang Mao's body has been getting weaker and weaker recently, and I don't know what the hell is going on." Zhang Jiaqi waved her hand and lit a cigarette, as if she didn't have a trace of sadness about Huang Mao's death.

It's weird.

Zu Zhong questioned Zhang Jiaqi, why she didn't seem to take Huang Mao's death to heart.

"Why should I be sad for him?" Zhang Jiaqi sneered disdainfully, spit out a puff of cigarette and continued: "You think I'm willing to get along with him, it's okay to die now, I can also be free, it's too late to laugh, why be sad?" ”

As he spoke, Zhang Jiaqi spat out a puff of cigarette towards Zuzhong.

Zu Zhong dodged and looked at Zhang Jiaqi with a frown, it turned out that this woman was following Huang Mao for a reason.

"In that case, you have a good motive to kill, please come with us." When Jing Cha heard this, he immediately stepped forward to arrest Zhang Jiaqi, but was stopped by Zuzhong.

"She can't be a murderer." Zu Zhong shook his head, and then grabbed Zhang Jiaqi's hand directly, "She is an accomplice at most." ”

Hearing Zuzhong's words, Jing Cha and Zhang Jiaqi were both stunned.

Soon, Zhang Jiaqi shook off Zu Zhong's hand, glared at Zu Zhong with some annoyance, and said, "Don't spew blood!" ”

Regarding Zhang Jiaqi's rebuttal, it was also expected by Zu Zhong, looking at Jing Cha's puzzled expression, Zu Zhong smiled and explained: "You can know it by looking at her wrist." ”

Zu Zhong pointed to Zhang Jiaqi's hand, and when Zhang Jiaqi saw this, he immediately pinned his right hand back behind him, obviously not wanting the well to see it.

"Please cooperate with the police!" Jing Cha said in a deep voice.

After hesitating for a long time, Zhang Jiaqi gritted her teeth and stretched out her hand.

If you look closely, you can see that there are still some traces of disposable tattoos on her wrists that have not been washed.

"I admit that I lied about Huang Mao's death." Zhang Jiaqi's face turned red, she knew that she was exposed, so she didn't hide it anymore.

It turned out that the person pretending to be the ancestor in the surveillance was Zhang Jiaqi, and just yesterday, she suddenly received a mysterious phone call, saying that she could help her get rid of Huang Mao's control.

At that time, she also thought it was a joke, so she ignored it, and later, the other party gave her account 10,000 yuan and told her that as long as she pretended to be Zuzhong and walked around at the specified time, she would be given another 20,000 yuan.

After checking that the account had indeed been earned, Zhang Jiaqi believed the other party's words, and according to the other party's instructions, she received a package for disguise, walked around before Huang Mao's accident, and then returned to the rental house.

Who knew that after taking a shower and coming out, Huang Mao had an accident.

At that time, Zhang Jiaqi was panicked and happy, panicked because Huang Mao died suddenly, and the death was so weird; And the joy is because Huang Mao died, and he finally got out of his control.

The next second she finished reporting to the police, she received a text message on her mobile phone, which was 20,000 yuan more.

After taking the money, Zhang Jiaqi was scared, and she also had a share in Huang Mao's death, in order to evade responsibility, she lied to the police and threw the pot to Zuzhong.

After listening to Zhang Jiaqi's words, Zu Zhong wondered, who was going to frame him?

An Tusheng? It's impossible, that guy has an iron rooster, and it's a fool's dream to ask him to spend 30,000 yuan to frame himself.

However, only An Tusheng has had a holiday with him recently, and Huang Mao is still his younger brother, although An Tusheng does not deal with Zuzhong, but he is very righteous to the people under him.

If you want to say that he killed Huang Mao in order to frame himself, Zuzhong didn't believe it if he was killed, not to mention that An Tusheng didn't have the means to dig out the internal organs and peel the bones through the skin.

After thinking and meditating, he couldn't think of a reason, so Zuzhong decided to go home first, after all, the snake boy was not familiar with the place, and he didn't know too much about some of the rules in the world, so Zuzhong didn't worry that he would stay at home alone for too long.

And Jing Cha put Zhang Jiaqi under house arrest, saying that after solving the case, he would be responsible for the determination of responsibility, and his life would be carried out under the supervision of the police during the period.

When he returned to the villa, he found that there was an extra email in the mailbox at the door that had been dusty for 10,000 years.