Riverside police

Han Yu rushed to the scene where the body was dumped, but Secretary Hua of Dujiang County was downstairs.

If you haven't met him, you can pretend you don't know and run away quietly. The problem is that Mr. Liu, who was sent to the Provincial Criminal Police Corps just now, was seen downstairs. It would be wrong not to go downstairs to say hello. Moreover, only the scene where the body was dumped has been found, and the subsequent investigation still needs help from others.

Director Hu also thought it would be a bad idea not to meet him, so the two of them went downstairs together and apologized to the uninvited guest.

"Secretary Hua, I'm so sorry. We just had a meeting with the provincial leaders. We need to call our superiors immediately to report on the spirit of the provincial leaders..."

"It's okay, it's okay. I took the liberty of coming to the door without saying hello." Secretary Hua ignored the politeness and asked with a bit of embarrassment while smoking: "Bureau Hu, Bureau Han, what's the spirit of Mr. Liu?" , can you also convey it to me?"

Comrade Hu was professional in dealing with this situation. Han Yu withdrew half a step and stood on the side like a subordinate.

Director Hu took the cigarette, invited Secretary Hua to sit down and drink tea, and said with a smile: "Secretary Hua, please stop joking. Our two families are not affiliated with each other. How can I convey the spirit of Mr. Liu's instructions to you? Besides, You are not only the police chief of Dujiang County, but also the county leader of Dujiang."

"Bureau Hu, please stop teasing me. What kind of leader am I in front of you?" Secretary Hua couldn't bear to joke and asked bluntly: "Bureau Hu, we are also neighbors. Please help me. Tell me, Mr. Liu. Did you say anything?"

Some things don’t need to be concealed, and they can’t be concealed.

Director Hu lit up his cigarette, pretended to hesitate, and said, "Mr. Liu said that the department leaders attach great importance to the case of severed arms and asked their criminal police team to jointly investigate with us."

"The Criminal Police Corps wants to join forces with you?" Secretary Hua looked shocked and couldn't believe his ears.

What surprised him even more was that Director Hu flicked the ashes and said in an understatement: "Our Changhang Public Security Bureau started relatively late in the formalization of construction, especially in the criminal investigation business, and there is a big gap between it and your local big brother. Since there is a gap, To catch up, the leaders of our bureau asked us to conduct actual training and regard the investigation of the broken arm case as an opportunity to train the criminal investigation team, so Bureau Han and I could only follow the instructions of our superiors and politely declined Mr. Liu's good intention for joint investigation. "

Han Yu lost no time in adding: "But we still need the guidance of the corps. After all, we really have little experience in investigating difficult cases."

No one is willing to join forces with the Provincial Criminal Police Corps, and it is obviously impossible to join forces with the Dujiang County Public Security Bureau.

If they really solve the case, it won't matter as long as it has nothing to do with Dujiang County. If it is confirmed that the crime occurred in Dujiang, then everything Secretary Wang worried about will come true!

Secretary Hua realized the seriousness of the problem and didn't know how to speak for a while.

Han Yu took out his mobile phone to check the time and said apologetically: "Secretary Hua, the task force on the severed arm case has just made some progress. Bureau Hu and I need to go to Dujiang to make some preparations and wait for the leaders of Central Y to finish their inspection." , we are going to organize forces to conduct an investigation near a flood control gate on the east bank of the Mangdao River, and we really don’t have time to drink tea with you. "

Bureau Hu also ignored him and said with deep approval: "Secretary Hua, today is an unfortunate day. When you come back another day, I will definitely show my kindness as a landlord."

This is an eviction order!

And they went to Dujiang again!

Secretary Hua was about to speak when his cell phone rang suddenly. When he looked at the caller ID, he saw that it was Secretary W Wang of Yangzhou Municipal Law personally calling.

"Okay," Secretary Hua clutched the phone tightly and pretended to smile casually: "Actually, there is no need to change the day. Hu Bureau, Han Bureau, aren't you going to Dujiang? Give me a chance, I will arrange it tonight."

"No need to be so polite."

"Secretary Hua, answer the phone first."

…

At the same time, a villager's family in Changhe Village, Jiaowei Town, Linghai City was busy organizing funeral arrangements.

After Zhu Baogen's "second retirement", he returned to his old career. Originally, he only helped people around Factory No. 4. He would never go far away, and people wouldn't ask for him if they didn't know about him. Since he met Yang Er, who failed in business and became a monk, his business scope of collecting dead people has expanded to three or four towns.

Yang Er was very shrewd. He started practicing as a monk within half a year of becoming a monk. He also formed a grass-stage team that included monks, Taoist priests and drummers. Monks and Taoist priests are actually villagers with little potential. They usually work at home and farm. When they have something to do, they bring their extra gear and go out with Yang Er to perform rituals for others.

The host family also knows that they are fake monks and Taoist priests, but it is not important to the host family whether they are true or false. It is also unimportant whether the sutras recited by the monks and Taoists are correct. No one understands these anyway. What is important is to organize the funeral. Lively and even scenery.

To take a step back, even if you want to find real monks or Taoist priests, you can't find them. There are no famous mountains and temples in Linghai, and there are no real monks or Taoist priests at all.

Compared to Yang Er and others, Zhu Baogen has a clear conscience for making money.

He doesn't rely on deception, he relies on craftsmanship.

I received the letter at 10:30 this morning and rushed over by bicycle. As soon as I arrived, I was busy helping the recently deceased old man get a haircut, shave his face, cut his nails, scrub his body, and then help the old man put on the shroud he had prepared earlier.

Yang Er and the others had already arranged the mourning hall. Several people wearing cassocks sat around the Eight Immortals Table and chanted words. Several Taoist priests beat gongs and drums and performed rituals in circles in front of the mourning hall.

Many relatives and friends who received the bad news came one after another with paper money and foil to pay their respects to the old man's body. The filial sons and grandsons burned paper and knelt down to express their gratitude...

A pergola was set up at the door, and four tables were set up in the pergola to entertain relatives and friends who came to express their condolences.

Zhu Baogen had been busy for nearly two hours and was already hungry. He wanted to go to the table for dinner but the host didn't invite him. He wanted to go home for dinner but couldn't leave now. Because the Yin-Yang master had calculated the time, the old man's body had to be sent to the funeral home for cremation at 1:38 pm.

The old man was now wearing a shroud and had to be wrapped in white cloth before going to the funeral home.

In fact, his job was not only to help the old man wrap the white cloth, but after the cremation, he had to put the old man's ashes into another set of shrouds, arrange them into the shape of a human, put them into the coffin, and then bury them according to the old tradition.

Yang Er and his friends had just eaten outside. Seeing that Old Zhu was sitting in the corner and was hesitant to speak, he quickly got up and walked to the old man's eldest son.

"Boss Zhang, the dinner will start outside soon. Master Zhu has been busy for a long time and hasn't eaten yet."

Boss Zhang recovered and was about to invite Old Zhu out for a meal when his wife pulled his arm.

Boss Zhang didn't understand what was going on. He followed his wife out of the main room and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"How can he sit at the table? If he sits at the table, will others be able to eat?"

"What should we do then?" Thinking of what Lao Zhu had just done, Boss Zhang also thought it was inappropriate for Lao Zhu to eat with relatives and friends.

Boss Zhang's wife looked over at the cooking area and whispered, "Say hello to him. I'll ask the chef to serve some dishes and let him eat on the side."

"Okay, I'll go say hello."

...

Because his hands had touched a dead person, people thought it was unlucky and he couldn't sit at the table. He could only move a small stool to eat in the corner. Zhu Baogen had long been used to it.

He was eating with relish when he accidentally found that the relatives and friends who were eating around the round table were pointing and talking at him.

Isn't it just to contain the dead? Why is there such a fuss?

Lao Zhu felt it was unreasonable. What's there to be afraid of the dead? What's the use of being afraid? Who won't die? Who won't die? Then he thought that he could earn two hundred after finishing the work of this family, and he felt very happy again.

At this time, a child suddenly exclaimed: "Police, Dad, the police are here!"

"What police? Eat quickly and don't talk nonsense."

"I'm not talking nonsense. If you don't believe me, look."

Everyone looked in the direction of the child's finger and found a police car driving towards this side along the rural road.

A middle-aged man pondered and said: "It should be passing by."

"Not passing by, they turned around."

"What are they doing here?"

"I don't know."

The owner heard the movement outside and ran out to see that he was also surprised. The old man died of old age, not abnormal death, what are the police doing here?

Just when everyone was confused, the police car slowly stopped on the roadside on the east side of his house.

A young policeman pushed the door and got out of the car, and came up to ask: "Excuse me, is this Zhang Fuyu's home?"

"Yes, I am Zhang Fuyu, police comrade, do you have something to ask me?"

"I'm not looking for you, we are here to find Zhu Baogen, has he come to your house?"

Old Zhu squeezed out of the crowd with his rice bowl, and he didn't know until he saw it, and he was happy, and subconsciously asked: "Xiao Chen, what are you doing here?"

Xiaoyu's apprentice Chen Ming didn't dare to treat Old Zhu as an ordinary retired employee, and habitually raised his hand to salute: "Hello, Uncle Zhu, Uncle Zhu, Director Han asked me to ask you to go back."

"What are you going back for?" Zhu Baogen was confused.

"The bureau has encountered a case, please go back to help."

What can I do to help with the case in the bureau?

Zhu Baogen was stunned for a moment, and then reacted, thinking that it was either retrieving or collecting corpses, and no one in the Changhang Branch could do this job. In the past, he planned to pass on his skills to Xiaoyu, but Xiaoyu looked down on it and was unwilling to learn it even if he was beaten to death. It seems that I need to find an opportunity to talk to Xianyu and arrange for someone to learn it.

Xiao Chen didn't know what Lao Zhu was thinking, and said anxiously: "Uncle Zhu, let's go quickly, we still have to go to Yangzhou."

"Go now?"

"Yes, Director Ding and Director Chen of Guzhou Branch have already set off."

"Wait a minute, I'll pack my things."

The old unit has something to do, and I have to help.

Lao Zhu didn't care about the salary. Anyway, Yang Er, the fake monk, couldn't run away. He could ask Yang Er for it later. He immediately put the bowl and chopsticks on the round table and ran back to get the stuff to bury the dead.

Seeing Lao Zhu get into the police car and leave, the police car even turned on the police lights and sounded the sirens when it turned around. Thinking of the police who came to pick him up and saluted him when they got off the car, Boss Zhang was stunned and wondered who I hired to bury the old man.

Yang Er felt very proud. He wore a monk's robe and held a wooden fish, and said with great joy: "Master Zhu used to work at the Public Security Bureau. He retired and had nothing to do, so he came to perform rituals with us."

"Master Yang, Master Zhu is a forensic doctor at the Public Security Bureau?"

"I don't know about that. Anyway, he worked at the Public Security Bureau for many years."