Things that solve crimes

The two were questioning Dahuang when Yang Zhenghui came. His steps were heavy and his face was expressionless.

"How's it going? Have you caught anyone?" Xiao Qun had a look of hope on his face. Every intersection was blocked, and people probably couldn't escape.

Yang Zhenghui wiped his face and said, "After asking, several ladies said that a truck drove out of the village before we came."

"Wait, that's not right. We received a call from Xiao Qin and came here at last minute. How did those two people get the news?" Xiao Qun keenly sensed something was wrong.

"I've asked all the residents around here, but I can't find the person who tipped off the information." Yang Zhenghui smiled bitterly. He was also puzzled. There were so many families around here, but no suspicious person was found.

Young gangsters like Dahuang went out to party early this morning and wandered off to who knows where.

Dahuang was the only one who was thinking about his daily tasks, even though several friends asked him to go.

The three of them were silent for a moment. The only sound was the sizzling sound of oil dripping on the charcoal from the barbecue grill, and white steam gradually rising from the steamer.

Qin Henian walked over and turned off the gas tank, then picked up the lid of the pot and took a look. There were fat white buns the size of fists placed in the pot.

He was startled. The appearance of the bun looked familiar. He poked the bun open with chopsticks, and the aroma filled his nostrils.

Smelling this strong fragrance, Qin Henian fell into deep thought. Is this smell a bit familiar? Where have you smelled it? The appearance is also a bit familiar. Where have you seen it?

His eyes kept looking around the two tables, and suddenly he looked at the big basin of meat...

He remembered where he had smelled this smell. It was in Wang Jun's case. The aroma of the barbecued pork buns was not only exactly the same as the aroma of this bun, but also eighty-nine times similar.

These buns...can't do that, right? Qin Henian was startled by his own idea. In the first half of the year, Wang Jun, who made human meat barbecued pork buns, came out again in the second half of the year?

Shaking his head to get rid of the thoughts in his mind, he put a bun into an evidence bag with a complicated expression, and then put the meat and skewers in the meat basin into two evidence bags respectively, and then put his thoughts Told the other two.

Both of their expressions changed, and they didn't dare to delay. Yang Zhenghui asked people to send the things to the laboratory as quickly as possible.

Time passed bit by bit, and the three people's hearts felt like they were being fried in oil. Finally, the ringtone of the cell phone came from Yang Zhenghui's pocket.

He quickly took out his phone and looked at the screen. He didn't speak for a while.

"What's the result? Tell me quickly." Xiao Qun said anxiously.

Yang Zhenghui's hands were trembling slightly and his breath was unsteady as he said, "The meat in the buns was detected as human tissue, and the skewers were found to be human liver tissue."

Xiao Qun's face turned green when he heard this, and he laughed, "These things may not all be eaten in the end."

Yang Zhenghui looked at him with dead eyes. Is it useful to hold on? The buns were steamed and the skewers were grilled. If they hadn't come over halfway, these things might have entered the two men's five internal organs temple.

Qin Henian silently picked up the small bowl on the table, tilted his hand slightly, and pointed the mouth of the bowl at Xiao Qun.

There was a half-eaten bun in the bowl. Xiao Qun was stunned, his mouth slightly opened, as if a soul ran out of it.

Yang Zhenghui and Xiao Qun looked at me and I looked at you, and they couldn't help but shed tears of sympathy for themselves at the same time. Only a few months later, another ogre came, how could their lives be so miserable.