Infinite nonsense

"How is your condition now? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?" Several male classmates looked at the sallow and gloomy He Jiacheng and asked worriedly.

"As long as that beast is sentenced to death, I can laugh..." After saying this, He Jiacheng clenched his hands to suppress his anger.

The friends around looked at each other. Although everyone knew that something unfortunate happened in He Jiacheng's family, they didn't know what happened and why Yang Mo became the murderer of He Jiaqing.

"Classmates! Do you know something about his family?" A male classmate asked loudly into the classroom.

The originally noisy atmosphere suddenly became quiet, and everyone fell silent, also unclear.

"Sigh... everyone doesn't know. I saw a lot of police cars going to East Street a few days ago. It was in the middle of the night! The ding-dong-ding-dong police cars kept sounding, and people in several neighborhoods were arrested. I woke up! At what time in the middle of the night, everyone hurriedly put on their slippers and went downstairs, wondering what was going on! I looked down from upstairs and saw that the gate of the East Street residential area was full of police and people coming to join the fun, and there were many private cars. The big truck couldn't even think of passing by and just blocked it in the middle of the intersection. The police car simply blocked the police car at the gate to prevent them from entering."

The few male classmates nearby listened with vigour, but were somewhat dubious.

"Really or not? My uncle works for the county police. He said it was just a fire in a residential area that happened to coincide with a murder." A chubby boy leaned on the table and said seriously.

"How could there be such a coincidence! Even if there was, you wouldn't think about why the police car came over instead of the fire truck! And it's just one case! As for sending more than forty police cars in front and behind!?" I saw everyone nodding. They all felt that what Xiaopang said made sense. The male classmate beside him patted the table anxiously and said excitedly.

"Nonsense! There are only thirty-eight of them!" Xiaopang also became excited and said with a blush on his face.

"What's the difference! You fat guy is going to fight with me, right?" the male classmate said loudly with his eyes widened.

"You're obviously talking nonsense! I was downstairs in the middle of the night counting them one by one!" Xiaopang said seriously, gesturing in the air with his fat hands.

"Everyone! The point is not about how many police cars there are! It's about whether it was caused by a homicide or a fire that night. If it was just caused by a fire, that's okay, but if it was caused by a homicide..." After saying this, the classmate with a squirrel face pushed up his glasses and looked at the expectant classmates beside him.

"What is it! What is it! Say it quickly, monitor!" a female classmate said anxiously.

"The impact of this case is probably very significant."

"Tch...it's as if I didn't say it." The students instantly lost interest and left.

"Oh! Why are you leaving! Keep going?" Seeing this, the monitor became at a loss.

"Hmph!" The male classmate and Xiaopang were too lazy to talk to each other, and the boat of friendship capsized at every turn.

"He Jiacheng! Your relatives are looking for you!" A tall female classmate outside the door shouted to He Jiacheng.

"Relatives?" He Jiacheng subconsciously looked outside the classroom door in confusion. A boy wearing a baseball cap was standing outside, smiling and waving to him.

"Who is this guy? Your relative?" a somewhat bored male student at the side asked as he looked out the door.

"Me too..." He Jiacheng was about to say something but quickly closed his mouth.

"Well... tell the teacher! I have an emergency at home, so I will go back to my relatives first." He Jiacheng hurriedly changed his words, picked up his schoolbag, stood up and left quickly.

"This guy..." The male classmate sighed, showing concern.

"No...there really is no Qiu team!" Li Wenjie was wearing a mask, a pair of rubber gloves on his hands, and holding a small flashlight while bending down to look carefully at the incision on the neck of He Jiaqing's corpse.

"MD! There must be one! Look carefully to see if her incision is uneven or intact!" Li Wenjie turned around and looked helplessly at the mobile phone on the morgue.

Fortunately, the speakerphone was not turned on. If the noise was too loud and I was discovered, it would be the end of me... Li Wenjie nervously looked outside to see if anyone was there.

I came in secretly, but this morgue is already eerily quiet! The air is also filled with the smell of Markforin mixed with cold air, which is almost unbearable! and......

Xiao Li squinted his eyes and looked at He Jiaqing lying on the table. I couldn't help feeling sick.

Uncle really doesn't dislike you, but... Li Wenjie glanced at the incision again and couldn't help but retched.

"Xiao Li!" An angry voice came from the phone.

"But Captain Qiu can't see clearly at all! This girl's head...oh! No! You can't even see the shade of the incision!" Li Wenjie complained.

There was silence on the phone for a while.

"Can't you just sit her upright?"

Li Wenjie looked at the phone in shock.

"Does it mean that my hands helped her sit up from behind?" Li Wenjie kept saying with certainty.

"Yes."

"Then I got close to her and took a closer look with the light of my phone, right?"

"Yes, how much nonsense do you have to say?" Qiu Xin could no longer control his emotions.

"But..." Li Wenjie felt a little embarrassed.

"Having come this far, do you still want to turn back?" Qiu Xin said angrily.

"Brother Qiu, the tone you just spoke in doesn't sound like a police officer..."

"To shut up."

Li Wenjie sighed, pinched the nose clip of his mask and walked towards He Jiaqing, putting his hands on He Jiaqing's shoulders.

"Fight." Li Wenjie took a deep breath and pushed He Jiaqing up to sit on the bed.

In order to prevent the body from tilting and falling to the ground, Li Wenjie could only get on the table and grab He Jiaqing's shoulders before observing with a flashlight.

"How's the observation going?" Qiu Xin couldn't help but ask after waiting for a while.

"Captain Qiu... It's so amazing... No, it should be weird..." Li Wenjie said in surprise.

"The entire incision was as if it had been chopped off by a very, very sharp blade! The muscle tissue of the entire incision was very smooth! There was no trace of wrinkles formed by the blade at all. It was so terrifying... It was even more terrifying. Even the vertebral incision in the middle is as smooth as muscle..." Li Wenjie's face gradually turned pale. What kind of murder weapon could do this? degree? And can a little girl do this regardless of her motivation?

Li Wenjie couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"Captain Qiu, make sure it's smooth and complete as you said, okay? Captain Qiu?" Li Wenjie looked at the phone.

The phone has been hung up.

"Alas! Why is it so complicated now when it's just a case..." Li Wenjie sighed and prepared to adjust the body back and leave the morgue.

At this time, the door suddenly opened with a bang, and Tang Shuo said angrily and loudly.

"Good boy! Why did you treat me to a drink of white wine at noon! It took you a long time to get the key to the morgue from me! What are you doing here..."

After seeing each other, the two of them were stunned at the same time. From Tang Shuo's perspective, Li Wenjie was squatting behind the body with his hands wrapped around it.

Tang Shuo slowly opened his mouth and shouted in a voice that was close to a scream.

"Fuck!!! Are you a fucking pervert?! You took the key for a long time just because you wanted to come here and do this kind of... unscrupulous thing!!! I'm gonna do it right now Take the picture and show it to everyone in the police station! Just wait...wait!!!

Tang Shuo knelt on the ground and shouted uncontrollably.

"Is it okay..."

When Tang Shuo saw Li Wenjie reach out and approach him, he stood up and pushed back as quickly as his hair exploded.

"Nima...don't touch me!"

"I'm recording a video right now! I won't even let such a poor little girl go! You're such a beast! I thought you were just an arrogant maniac, but you turned out to be such a bad person!!! You're done! ! It’s over!” Tang Shuo said with trembling hands, holding up the phone, and then quickly ran out and disappeared.

"That's not the case! It's a misunderstanding!!! You bastard, please listen to my explanation..." Li Wenjie knelt down next to He Jiaqing without tears.

"Um..." He Jiacheng looked around at the crowded central square and then turned to look at the boy in front of him who was humming a tune.

"Who are you? Why did you lie about being my relative?" He Jiacheng summoned up the courage to ask.

"Huh?" The boy walking in front stopped and turned around to look at He Jiacheng's puzzled face.

"Oh! That's so rude! Sorry! Sorry! I thought you liked the street atmosphere of walking on the road and watching people coming and going!" The boy tilted his head slightly and laughed mischievously.

"Well, but you have to tell me who you are? What do you want to do? Such a basic question, right?" He Jiacheng looked at the boy's face and became nervous subconsciously.

"Actually, I think there is no point in telling you this kind of question. It would be more valuable to let me negotiate a small deal." The boy pulled his black duckbill hat down a little.

"About your sister." The boy said one word at a time.

He Jiacheng felt a little uneasy.

"I can help you, and in return, you have to help me."

He Jiacheng looked at the boy standing quietly in the center of the crowd, feeling inexplicably afraid.