District 9

Inside the morgue.

Wu Wensheng looked at his son, whose neck was stabbed like briquettes, lying stiffly on the morgue, with a dull expression and dilated pupils in his eyes.

…

On the road.

Yuan Ke had a sullen face, holding the phone and asked: "Which morgue is he at? Tell me the specific address...has his father been there? Okay, that's it."

After hanging up the phone, the bald man turned to look at Yuan Ke and asked, "In the morgue of the district hospital?"

"Yes." Yuan Ke nodded.

"No, I'm just wondering...why is he missing?" The bald man looked confused: "Didn't he just get released from the superintendent's house? Why did he go directly to the morgue?"

Yuan Ke was speechless for a while, then responded with a slight frown: "I heard that a few strangers were killed with knives because of the payment for selling guns."

"He can be considered a boss. Should he personally handle the payment for the gun sales?" The bald man still couldn't figure it out: "How much does it cost? How many millions?"

"Eighty thousand."

"How much? 80,000?!" The bald man looked shocked: "Why, that 80,000 yuan has his face printed on it? Isn't this crazy? The contradiction of 80,000 yuan can lead to death?"

"It's not about money, it's just that I pretended to be too big, and I got really angry." Yuan Ke explained softly: "I specifically asked about the incident, and told the person who went to Wu Yao that the person on the other side wanted to He asked for money, but Wu Yao not only refused to give it, but also slapped him in the mouth... When he got anxious, he took out a knife and stabbed him in the neck."

"...They have really been too good in the past two years." Bald Man intervened and responded: "After Wu Wensheng was elected as the chief councilor, all the jobs that make big money in Jiangnan District are done by their group, so Wu Yaoping usually I’m so used to being praised that once I drink a little bit of wine, I don’t know who I am anymore.”

"He's too brittle." Yuan Ke got angry: "He and I had just finished talking about cooperation, and the goods were about to be put out, but he suddenly ascended to heaven. Damn, our luck is really bad this year."

"He's gone, why did you consider it?" Xiao Jiu, who was driving, asked.

"We can only secure two of the five major districts in Songjiang now." Yuan Ke responded softly: "So to meet Longxing's sales volume, we must enter Jiangnan. And there is also a very important point, Wu Wensheng's political background in Jiangnan Very tough, if he can play with us, then Fatty Xing will also re-evaluate our influence in Songjiang."

"Wu Yao is easy to talk to, but Wu Wensheng is a cunning old man." Bald Man pondered for a while and then said: "It's hard to say whether the old one can continue to cooperate with us if the younger one dies."

"So, we have to take advantage of this opportunity to follow Old Wu Qin." Yuan Ke squinted his eyes, turned to look out the window and said, "If we can dig out the person who killed his son and avenge him, what will happen to the rest?" It will be easier to talk about the next thing."

"It's difficult." Xiao Jiu shook his head and responded: "The murderer Lei Zi didn't care about Wu Yao's identity at all, which shows that they are probably from outside the area. And now that something happened, they may have run away."

"Do your best and obey fate." Yuan Ke intervened and responded: "You still need to have the close attitude you should have."

"Yeah." Xiao Jiu nodded.

…

About twenty minutes later.

Wu Wensheng was helped out of the morgue, accompanied by many Jiangnan Superintendent cadres, police officers, and some friends from society.

The car stopped, Yuan Ke and others rushed down from the door and walked over.

Wu Wensheng glanced at him, but he really couldn't bring himself to exchange pleasantries.

"I just heard that Uncle Wu... I'd like to express my condolences." Yuan Ke stepped forward and said with a sad expression.

Wu Wensheng felt that it was difficult to breathe at this moment, but he could only cheer up, looked back at everyone and said: "...I...I'm going back. I won't talk about anything until these two days. Thank you."

"Old Wu, if something happens, just look at it."

"The superintendent will make every effort to pursue them. Don't worry, as long as they are still in Songjiang, they will definitely not be able to escape."

"Wen Sheng, I'll go see you tomorrow."

"...!"

Everyone didn't hold back, they just greeted Wu Wensheng one after another.

"Thank you, thank you all." Wu Wensheng clasped his hands and nodded to everyone, then stepped into his car.

Yuan Ke thought about it for a while, then reached out and pulled the attendant behind Wu Wensheng and said, "Let me take Uncle Wu's car, and I'll say a few words to him."

The attendant was stunned, turned and walked away.

Yuan Ke got in the car and closed the door, sat next to Wu Wensheng and said, "Uncle, Wu Yao and I are the best friends. If something like this happened to him, I feel sorry for him."

"Xiao Yuan, you... please be quiet for a while." After Wu Wensheng got into the car, he could no longer control his sadness. He didn't cry in front of others, but secretly wiped away his tears in the car.

Yuan Ke was silent for a while and said directly: "Uncle, I also have some friends in the superintendent. Don't worry, Xiaoyao's death will not be in vain."

"What's the use of having friends?" Wu Wensheng lowered his head and replied with a long sigh: "He must have run away."

"I asked the prince involved when I came here." Yuan Ke responded softly: "He said that the group across the street sold a lot of goods in Songjiang, and a large part of the money has not been recovered until now. And this group of people Even Xiaoyao dares to move, which shows that he is very brave, so I don’t think they have necessarily run away.”

Wu Wensheng was stunned when he heard this, and turned to look at Yuan Ke: "... Then I'll trouble you."

"It's my own affairs, why bother." Yuan Ke comforted softly: "Uncle, don't be too sad. Go back and let the old man and Xiaoyao's mother see... They can't bear it even more."

…

Inside the Black Street Superintendent.

Qin Yu, who was about to go to Uncle Tong's house to see the children and the old lady, suddenly received a call.

"Hello?"

"I said a good thing, so don't get excited." Zhu Wei's voice sounded.

"What?"

"Wu Yao is dead."

"...What?" Qin Yu was stunned: "What are you talking about with me in the middle of the night?"

"It's really dead. In the Jiangnan garbage dump, someone stabbed his neck more than 20 times." Zhu Wei responded with an excited voice: "He is in the morgue now. I heard that all the famous people in the city have gone."

"real or fake?!"

"Can I lie to you about this? I heard that Yuan Ke has gone."

"...!" Qin Yu was stunned for a long time after hearing the sound, and then suddenly rushed to the office area outside and shouted: "Little Taig, is Little Taig gone?"

"What's wrong?" Xiao Taig came out of the back room.

"Quickly, go to the logistics department and see if there are any firecrackers in the warehouse."

"What are you doing?"

"On the hour, let's see Brother Yao off." The gloomy mood in Qin Yu's heart was swept away: "God still takes care of things."

…

late at night.

Yuan Ke dialed Liu Baochen's number and whispered to him: "We will meet tomorrow to talk about the case of Wu Yao's murder."