Ten hours ago.

Zheng Junli kept thinking about what Jiang Buwan said last night.

After he arrived at the Police Division, he took a few police officers with Yang Mingdong and went to the mountain behind the Chen family's house.

The frost turns into dew, soaks the soil, and when you step on it, it is a shallow footprint.

The dry well is at the foot of the mountain, and there is a huge stone pressed at the mouth of the well, and the fallen leaves on the stone have been rotting into mud and sticking to the top, melting into the bones and blood of the stone.

"Zheng Junli, let's not investigate the identity of the deceased in Jinhe, what are we doing here? If it weren't for the same man, I would have thought you were going to abduct me into this wilderness and sell me. Yang Mingdong laughed.

"Some people reported that there were corpses in this well." Zheng Junli said, and he was about to push the stone.

Seeing this, Yang Ming waved to the police officer behind him. "Why are you stunned, help you Chief Zheng push stones, I don't have any eyesight."

When the words fell, the police stepped forward one after another and helped Zheng Junli lift the boulder.

Then a police officer tied a thick hemp rope around his waist and went down to the well.

"The well was sealed well, and there was no sign of the stones on it being moved. If there is a corpse in this well, the person who reported the crime is afraid that it is not the murderer. Otherwise, how would he know that there were corpses in this well? No matter how bad it is, it's an accomplice. Who reported the case? Yang Mingdong asked Zheng Junli.

"Report the crime anonymously." Zheng Junli said lightly, knowing in his heart that Jiang could not be a murderer before it was too late.

First, Jiang is not late to be a woman, and she doesn't have so much strength to throw corpses and move stones. Second, this dry well has been sealed for many years, Jiang Bu just married to Jincheng three years ago, and he stays at home on weekdays, rarely goes out, and rarely has grudges.

"Sir! There really are corpses in the well! The officer shouted as he threw his head up.

"Is there really a corpse? This has to be filed quickly. Yang Mingdong suddenly came to his senses and pulled Zheng Junli's sleeve excitedly.

Zheng Junli was pulled so that his shoulder hurt, and he threw him away.

"You take the body back to the Police Division first, I still have some personal affairs with Officer Yang." Zheng Junli said to the police officers.

"Yes."

These police officers were all subordinates of Deputy Director Yao, and Deputy Director Yao transferred these police officers to Zheng Junli as helpers, so he naturally had some intention of surveillance. Today, this corpse can stumble them for a while.

Zheng Junli and Yang Mingdong left the back mountain and drove to Jinhe, but they happened to go the completely opposite road from when they came.

Before he had gone far, Yang Mingdong saw the Chen family's mansion, and realized that the hillside where he was just now was the boundary of the Chen family.

"I'll go, that dry well belongs to the Chen family? The murder ...... "wouldn't have anything to do with the Chen family, right?"

"What, scared?" Zheng Junli chuckled and fiddled with the steering wheel between his fingers.

"God bless, God bless, the murderer should not be related to the Chen family!" Yang Mingdong's face was black, this Chen's Food Factory is the largest food factory in Jincheng, and it even supplies to the eleven cities around Jincheng. The old man of the Chen family is even more difficult to mess with, with the Qingyu Gang as a backer behind him, and against them, he may 'die suddenly' on the night road one day.

"There's nothing to be afraid of." Zheng Junli said.

"Nothing to be afraid of? Of course you have nothing to be afraid of, the director of your family's construction factory is prosperous, and your wife is the eldest lady of the Poyuan Gang, who dares to touch your uncle easily? But I'm different, my family is a nouveau riche. If I hadn't been a classmate with you at the Hubei Military Academy for two years, I wouldn't even be able to mix up with this Jincheng policeman. If it weren't for Zheng Junli, he would have been stuffed into the army and would have gone to war everywhere.

Although he is one year younger than Zheng Junli, he went to the Hubei Military Academy one year earlier than Zheng Junli, and he is Zheng Junli's senior. In the year when he was about to graduate, Commander Xue Qintong, who was ambitious in the wolf, was going to attack the three cities of Yunan.

Xue Qintong was reluctant to use military force before, and the army personnel were withered and no one was available, so he hit the students of the Hubei Military Academy with his idea. The Hubei Military Academy was originally established by Xue Qintong, and it was not difficult for him to pull the military cadets to fill the army.

Thereupon...... Yang Mingdong and Zheng Junli both walked on the battlefield where the bullet did not last long.

On the battlefield, Zheng Junli saved Yang Mingdong's life. Later, Xue Qintong successfully attacked the three cities of Yunan, and the surviving military cadets returned to school to continue their studies, and after graduation, they all got a lot of titles in the army or police department.

Yang Myeong-dong was supposed to be assigned to the army, but he didn't want to fight all the time. When Cheng learned of his idea, he immediately asked someone to write him a letter of recommendation for a job in the police department. All this is why there is the current Officer Yang.

"I always thought that you would stay in the army and make a career, but I didn't expect that you would return to Jincheng as a policeman after graduation." Yang Mingdong recalled the time he spent with Zheng Junli in the military academy before, and he was moved.

When Zheng Junli heard this, he smiled but did not speak.

The two of them came to the bank of the Golden River, where there was no one on the river, and the wind and waves were calm.

"You just came back, maybe I don't know, now the Jinhe Fengyue Painting Boat will not accept customers during the day, unless it is ......" Yang Mingdong pretended to be Xuanxuan.

"Unless what?"

"Unless you know the rules, you have money and people. Rest assured, I've got it arranged. "Yang Mingdong has already found a good relationship before dawn this morning.

Half an hour later, a small seven-board boat floated in the direction of the Fengyue Painting Boat on the Golden River.

"It's here, let's go." Yang Mingdong beckoned Zheng Junli to get on the boat.

As soon as Yang Myeong-dong got on the boat, he gave the boatman a large bag of silver dollars.

"Do you still have any money? Later, when I go in to paint the boat, I don't have a thousand yuan, and my mother there won't open the door. Yang Mingdong touched the empty pocket, turned his head sideways and asked Zheng Junli. Yang Mingdong also wanted to bring more money, but his strength did not allow it.

"A thousand dollars is still available." Zheng Junli replied.

"Huh. Small money, right? Yang Mingdong occasionally feels that Zheng Junli is unlucky.

The two of them plan to start with the largest drunken moon painting boat in Fengyue Field.

They stuffed a thousand dollars of tickets into the crack of the door of the painting boat, and the door of the drunken moon painting boat was briefly open for them.

"Yo, Mr. Policeman." As soon as Zheng Junli and Yang Mingdong entered, a woman wearing a red cheongsam greeted them. She has delicate skin and delicate makeup, and she looks no more than thirty years old, but unfortunately her eyes can't hide her tiredness and shrewdness, and she is already more than forty.

"Squeak." The carved door of the painting boat was closed, and the inside of the boat was dim for a moment.

"There are a lot of police gentlemen who come to our drunken moon painting boat, but you are the first one to come in police uniforms." This woman is the 'mother' of this drunken moon painting boat, she looked Zheng Junli and Yang Mingdong up and down, her face displeased.

"Harm, we all know in our hearts, we are all a family, is it so important what clothes we wear?" Yang Mingdong raised his hand and took the woman into his arms, he was used to talking sweetly. "We came to see the beautiful girl, but I didn't expect the first girl I saw when I first came to this painting boat to be so beautiful."

"Okay, you guest has a sweet mouth, you win my heart, and I will arrange for you the most beautiful and elegant girl in our painting boat." Mom chuckled, and then led Yang Mingdong and Zheng Junli to the side room.

The two sat down, the mother retreated, and a woman walked out from behind the long curtain, she was dressed in a green lotus leaf collar satin cheongsam, and her pearl and green head still did not rob her thin lips and almond eyes.

The woman held the pipa and didn't say much, Gu Zi began to play.

Yang Mingdong doesn't understand music theory, but he can also hear some grievances from it.

"The mother of the painting boat said that you are the most elegant girl in this boat, but what kind of elegance is this music with a sad face? Beauty, you smile. Yang Mingdong teased her.

When the woman heard this, she kept playing in her hands, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, but she didn't smile.

The small pear vortex on either side of her cheek is quite interesting.

"Okay, stop teasing people." Zheng Junli walked up to the woman and said to her, "No need to play." ”

Cheng pulled out a black-and-white photograph of a woman's corpse from his breast pocket, which he had taken in the morgue this morning.

Zheng Junli hung the photo in front of the woman's eyes and asked her to identify the female corpse. "Is this girl your drunken moon painting boat? What is your name? ”

At the moment when the photo appeared in front of her eyes, Zheng Junli really felt the bright color flashing in her eyes.

"Her name is Siwan, and she is the girl in the boat." Almost without hesitation, the woman said the name of the female corpse in the photo.

"When I went, I asked the first painting boat, and I knew the identity of the female corpse? What kind of luck is this? Yang Mingdong straightened up, rushed to Zheng Junli's side, and stared at the woman in front of him with his neck crossed. Did you know she died? ”

"Yes." The woman replied.

"And did you see her killer?" Yang Mingdong said excitedly.

"See, the old man of the Chen family killed it. He accidentally suffocated Siwan to death. The woman replied.

"It's the Chen family again?" Yang Mingdong supports his forehead. Why does the Chen family always have something to do with murders? It's not easy.

"Tell us more about the day." Zheng Junli was unfazed and continued to let the woman tell the truth.

Zheng Junli took out a pen and paper from his pocket and recorded what the woman said one by one.

"What's your name?" Zheng Junli asked.

"Zhuo Feibai." She replied.

"What does it have to do with the deceased?" Zheng Junli asked.

"Friends." She replied.

......

The inquiry lasted for a long time, and did not end until sunset, when the upper reaches of the Golden River were full of small seven-board boats.

After Zheng Junli and Yang Mingdong finished inquiring, they walked out of the room.

Zhuo Feibai looked at their disappearing figures, her expression was gloomy, she turned to the window, and reached out to push the window open.

At this time, the river is brightly lit, and there are one or two lanterns hanging on the vertical poles of the board boats, and the countless faint candles are accompanied by the moonlight to dot the lake.

The sky suddenly snowed, gray and dead silence, drowning all peace, the tall boat turned into a grave, and the guests on the river were frightened and turned their heads to escape.

Zhuo Feibai looked at the panic of this world, and there was sarcasm in his eyes.

In a trance, a familiar figure seemed to appear in the crowd.

"Jiang is not late?" When she saw her, she seemed to have been redeemed, her soul was not possessed, and she was out of shape, Zhuo Feibai suddenly opened her throat and shouted: "Jiang is not too late!" ”

When the man heard the voice, he turned his head, but when she got out of the boat and entered the bridge, the light and fire were extinguished, and he could no longer see her behind the window.

Zhuo Fei couldn't help but smile miserably when he saw his predecessors go away by boat, and he didn't know when he would return.

She's been here for two years, and that thing called hope has been shattered countless times, so what's missing this time?

Zhuo Feibai turned around and leaned against the window.

In this room, there are more than a dozen female ghost spirits standing, looking at her with indifferent expressions.