Chapter 222: The Secret in the Brick Kiln Factory

Chen Jingyi is missing!

Through the police investigation, it was confirmed that her extramarital boyfriend had a car accident, and the relevant records of his admission to the local orthopedic hospital were also found. Comminuted fracture, hospitalized for seven days, and the nurse helped to buy food. This was also confirmed by the nurse.

The bank also checked his bank statement and confirmed that the money in his bank card was indeed withdrawn at one time during the hospitalization, but because several years have passed since the incident, the bank cannot confirm who the person who withdrew the money is.

After being discharged from the hospital, the man had been wandering in the local area because he had no face to go home, until he met his current fiancée, he had a job and a stable income. The current girlfriend is unmarried and lives with her mother, who has a disability. The mother and daughter opened a rice noodle bun shop on the street corner, and at first they took him in when they saw the man was pitiful, and then they fell in love with each other over time. When a man goes home to get his household registration book, he wants to marry his fiancée, and after marriage, he will take his daughter to live there. As for Chen Jingyi, for him, it was more like a nightmare that had woken up.

The man's life experience in the past few years can basically be confirmed, and he really hasn't had any contact with Chen Jingyi anymore, so where did Chen Jingyi go?

Did she find another city to make a living, or was she killed after returning to Jiangcheng?

To find out this, it is necessary to confirm the identity of the bones.

Sun Yanhong was ruled out, and the probability that the white bone was Chen Jingyi increased.

When Liang Zhijie showed Chen Jingyi's mother a photo of white bones, the old mother who was resentful because of her longing and missing because of resentment cried. After a hearty cry, she agreed to follow Liang Zhijie to do an NDA test.

The test results proved that the white bones buried in the old grave of Zhujiazhuang were Chen Jingyi, who had been missing for several years.

But how did Chen Jingyi die? And who was her killer?

The case could not be stagnant, because the place where the bodies were buried was in Zhujiazhuang, and the three soldiers of Liang Zhijie, Li Fei and Luan Jing inquired in the surrounding villages in three ways.

On this day, near Xugou Village, Liang Zhijie met an old man who was herding sheep.

The old man said something inadvertently that lifted Liang Zhijie's spirits.

The old man told Liang Zhijie that a few years ago, he worked in a nearby brick kiln factory. The factory director's surname is Dang, and he looks like a polite young man, but he is actually very ruthless. Fortunately, as long as he works steadfastly, he does not owe wages to his workers.

Where there are people, there is gossip, and where there is gossip, the boss will be said. These workers, they can only get together and chat at noon, and the most they talk about is the little boss.

In fact, the little boss didn't come over often, but it was a relative of his, who worked for him in the brick kiln factory in the name of the factory director. The man was also a ruthless character, looking like a Maitreya Buddha, but if anyone didn't finish the day's work, he would pull them aside and beat them. He doesn't hit you in the face, he doesn't hit your arms, he doesn't hit your legs. Why? Because I still have to make you work.

He beats all human flesh, which makes you hurt, but it doesn't hurt your muscles and bones. The workers all said that this Maitreya Buddha was a cool official in his previous life, specializing in torture to extract confessions.

Why do you mention these two people, because what happened later has something to do with these two people.

The work ended late, and it was already past eight o'clock in the evening after pulling the last load of bricks. The workers were already too tired to die, and as soon as the foreman spoke, they all dragged their tired bodies home. The old man also went back, and when he was halfway there, he found that the cigarette case he had brought with him was missing. The cigarette case was quite memorable, it was given to him by an old friend when he was young. It's hard to say whether the thing is expensive or not, but that thing is out of print now, and the old man is reluctant.

After the workers got off work, most of the lights in the brick kiln factory were turned off, except for the factory director's office. The old man looked over there and went to find his cigarette case. The bricks of the brick kiln factory are arranged a bit like that kind of labyrinth, and the brick walls are about the height of an adult man, and ordinary people standing in them will not usually be noticed as long as they don't make a loud noise.

The old man knew the temper of the factory director, he went back to look for the cigarette box, and from the moment he entered the brickyard, he began to hold his breath in a sullen voice.

He had gone to the place where he had worked to pull bricks during the day, and the cigarette case was silvery-white, easily recognizable in the moonlight. From the time the old man began to search for the cigarette case, the whole process lasted about twenty minutes. Twenty minutes later, he was about to leave with his cigarette case, but he saw two people sneaking out of the factory director's office carrying something.

Knowing that he shouldn't go to join in the fun, the old man still passed. Human curiosity seems to be innate.

When he got closer, the old man realized that the one being carried seemed to be a person.

"Who? Is it a worker in a brick kiln factory? Liang Zhijie sat next to the old man, watching the lambs grazing, and the wind blowing overhead, a scene of quiet years. But what they were talking about was a criminal case that had nothing to do with the quiet years.

The old man squinted at the lamb, and after a long time, he grabbed the cigarette case in his hand and said, "It is a worker in our brick kiln factory, a child who has come from other places to work, no more than twenty years old. We didn't talk to him, but we knew that the boy was honest and usually only knew how to work with his head bored. The factory director and the small boss knew that he was not a local, knew that he was helpless, and often counted him down. But no matter how they scolded, he kept his head down and didn't say a word. I didn't expect that they would kill the kid. ”

"Killed? Did you see it with your own eyes? Liang Zhijie was a little shocked, although he had suspected the brick kiln factory before, he didn't expect that the brick kiln factory really contained secrets.

"I didn't see it, I heard from them." The old man picked at the cigarette case: "The little boss asked the factory director why it was so heavy?" The director said that he did not know, that he did not kill at all, that the child was sick, and that nine times out of ten he was sick when he was beaten. The little boss asked him what to do now? If they call the police, even if it is manslaughter, they will have to go in and live for two years. ”

The old man said that the little boss was very panicked at the time, although he was ruthless, but the killing of people was obviously beyond his expectations. The factory director was calmer, he first approached the little boss and underestimated a few words, and then looked around. I don't know if the old man hid in that place at the time, or if it was dark, the factory director was also strong and calm and didn't notice him. In short, the old man hiding in the shadows was not only not discovered, but witnessed the entire scene of the dumping of the body.

The little boss and the factory director put the deceased on a tricycle, buried him with broken bricks from the brick kiln factory, and pulled him to the ditch next to Xugou Village. Instead of throwing people into a ditch, they buried them halfway up. That ditch has been abandoned for a long time, and when they were young, they would go down in groups to play, and those children are not rare now. Adults don't go to that kind of place when they don't have anything to do.

On the night of the dumping, the old man did not follow, and the reason why he knew that they had buried the person there was because the brick kiln factory gave them a day off the day after the incident. He had sheep at home, and when the brick kiln factory was on vacation, he drove the sheep to the ditch to graze. He recognized the broken bricks of the cart, and the rut marks that stopped over there.