what's in the depths

Zhu Yuhan flipped through the letter, and there was indeed only this sentence.

Several team members put the body into a body bag, carried it into the car, and headed towards the research institute.

The remaining few people remained at the crime scene for further investigation.

However, there are various indications that there are no crime tools at the scene, the doors and windows are locked, and there is no trace of being pried, and there is no blood on the scene. If it is a homicide, then the ingredients in the needle tube are likely to be poison.

Now the corpse cannot be completely confirmed to be Han Wenna, but it is more likely to be her. If it is really her, with both parents dead, younger sister abroad, and her husband divorced, she will not be missing. It will attract the attention of others, which is reasonable.

Han Wenna's family relationship is very simple. Both her parents died in a car accident, and her younger sister, Han Lianna, has lived in Singapore with her husband's family for a long time. First of all, there is no such thing as murder.

If the drug in the needle is not a poison, but hydrochloric acid as Chu Rong said, there is only one possibility.

Derivatives of barbiturates.

Commonly known as a common drug for euthanasia.

If she really used drugs to euthanize herself, then what was the reason she wanted to die? Is it an incurable disease?It still has something to do with the "I can't find him" in the letter, and where did she get this kind of sex that is banned by the state.

Under the suffocating heat, the first criminal investigation team searched the second-floor single-family house to the bottom, and finally found a mobile phone in the bathroom and the express bill in the trash can.

The express waybill shows that the receipt time was No. 16 last month, which is exactly 30 days ago, but it does not indicate what the express item is.

They charged the phone they found in the bathroom, turned it on, clicked on the chat software, and found out the recent chat history of the owner of the phone.

It is true that the owner of the phone is Han Wenna, but judging from the chat records, she seems to be a very withdrawn person. In addition to discussing the child's recent learning situation with the parents of the students, the most recent one was in November last year. Her husband, it should be said that she A message from her ex-husband.

The content is that he is now in the Civil Affairs Bureau and asked her to come quickly to complete the divorce procedures.

And Han Wenna simply replied "Yes".

The word "good" reveals a little helplessness.

What about her son? Didn't she say that she also has a four or five-year-old son?

There are indeed many children's toys in this house, but when you touch them, they are all slightly dusty. It seems that no one has touched them for a long time.

Maybe the divorced child was awarded to the man at that time.

Thinking about it this way, this woman is really pitiful. She lost her parents, husband and child, and is alone in this big city. So, death seems to be the best way to escape for her?

Zhu Yuhan shook his head helplessly, and put the evidence into the evidence bag.

Turning his head, Chu Rong was still looking for clues beside the bed, he would carefully collect a hair, even a little dander and pack it up.

"How are you doing recently? Is the headache recurring?" Zhu Yuhan asked with concern.

Chu Rong straightened up, looked at An Yan who was busy in the corridor outside, and then replied in a low voice: "Fortunately, I have been suppressed by drugs, but it doesn't hurt too much."

"You can't always rely on painkillers. Treat the symptoms but not the root cause. Let's find a Chinese medicine doctor sometime."

Zhu Yuhan was very sincere when he said this.

Chu Rong smiled, as if dying: "You know, I don't believe in Chinese medicine."

Zhu Yuhan suddenly remembered that Wang Fayi asked himself a long time ago, did he think that Chu Rong was particularly stubborn, even paranoid? , Why do you say stubbornness.

But now it seems that he seems to be particularly stubborn on the issue of Western medicine and Chinese medicine.

He has always believed that Chinese medicine is mostly based on experience, and he firmly rejects things that cannot be ascertained through scientific means, such as acupoints. His illness depends entirely on antibiotics, but for a frail and sick person like him, he often takes medicine and his body will feel better. Drug resistance, if no new type of antibiotics can be developed in the future, what will he do? Is the disease all on his own?

However, it has been heard before that because Chu Rong's parents were both trained in Western medicine, perhaps it was because of the precepts and deeds that taught him since he was a child, or it may be because of what he has seen and heard, that's why he now has such a strong resistance to Chinese medicine.

Yes, he can be very stubborn when it comes to his parents.

Probably a selective paranoid personality.

Xiao Liu poked his head in from outside the door: "Captain Zhu, we have found the address of Han Wenna's ex-husband."

Zhu Yuhan nodded, planning to go to Han Wenna's ex-husband first to find out about the situation.

The hot wind lifted the white curtains and made a slight sound on the window sill.

"The monster in my body cannot be destroyed."

In a trance, Zhu Yuhan seemed to hear such a sentence, which seemed real and hallucinated.

He froze for a moment, then turned his head slowly.

Chu Rong was still checking the sheets, but did not look up.

It may be that I have been too tired recently, so I have auditory hallucinations.

Zhu Yuhan comforted himself in this way, without staying too long, and ran out of Han Wenna's house with Xiao Liu.

The hand wearing the rubber glove lightly stroked the light blue bed sheet, smoothing the wrinkles on it. Looking back, there were dense dark clouds outside the window, which were so thick that they couldn't be melted away.

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Han Wenna's ex-husband, He Jiaming, was an executive in a state-owned oil company. He was going to have dinner with his secretary during off-duty hours, but was stopped by a group of policemen when he arrived at the door.

Zhu Yuhan took out his police ID and waved it in front of him, his little face full of personal emotions was really not very good-looking.

He Jiaming was stunned for a moment, and immediately showed a forced smile. He whispered to the female secretary to let her go to eat first, and don't have to wait for him. I don't know when it will end here.

The female secretary took a look at Zhu Yuhan, nodded respectfully to He Jiaming, and then stepped on her seven or eight centimeter high heels and left gracefully.

As soon as the female secretary left, He Jiaming calmed down instantly, and stretched out his hand to Zhu Yuhan: "Officer, I don't know why you came to our company?"

"You are Han Wenna's ex-husband, right?" Zhu Yuhan didn't bother to be polite to him, and cut straight to the point.

"Well, yes, we got divorced in November last year." He Jiaming said, glanced at the employees coming and going in the company during off-duty time, "Why don't you come to my office and talk, it's not like standing here all the time." Something happened."

He Jiaming's office was very luxuriously decorated, and a blue and white porcelain vase on the booth all showed the atmosphere of "I am very rich".

Seeing that Zhu Yuhan had been staring at the blue and white porcelain vase, He Jiaming smiled: "This is not worth much. It is a blue and white porcelain vase imitating the Yuan Dynasty in the late Qing Dynasty. I bought it at a low price of 11 at that time."

Zhu Yuhan nodded, and sat down on the leather sofa next to him.

"What should the police officer drink, Dahongpao or Pu'er."

"Don't be too busy, I'm not thirsty." Zhu Yuhan took out a folder from his bag and handed it over, "Take a look, it's Han Wenna."

He Jiaming took the document and opened it for a look. It was the personal file submitted by Han Wenna when she applied for No. 56 High School.

"Yes, this is my ex-wife Wenna." He Jiaming raised his eyebrows, and picked up the tea bucket beside him to make tea, "Why, could it be that my ex-wife made some mistake?"

"Not really." Zhu Yuhan calmly took back the folder and stuffed it into the bag, seemingly unintentionally said: "Today we found a dead body that had been shelved for a month at your ex-wife Han Wenna's home. So the identity of the corpse cannot be confirmed yet, but preliminary analysis suggests that it is your ex-wife Han Wenna."

Hearing this sentence, He Jiaming's hand of making tea suddenly stopped, and the teapot in his hand fell to the ground, breaking into pieces immediately.

His eyes were wide open, his mouth was trembling slightly, and he asked again uncertainly: "You mean, Wenna is... dead?"

"Probably so." As he spoke, Zhu Yuhan took out the letter again and put it on the table, "I found this on her desk."

He Jiaming took the letter with trembling hands, opened it, and a line of small characters on the paper was like a ball of flames, which hurt his eyes.

After a long while, he lowered his head desolately, and said softly, "That's right, this is Wen Na's handwriting."

"Your wife... How is your ex-wife in health? Has she suffered from any serious illness?"

He Jiaming held the letter tightly, lowered his head, shook it, and said nothing.

"May I ask, how is your relationship with your ex-wife?" Zhu Yuhan moved closer, trying to see He Jiaming's expression clearly.

"Okay..." After a long time, He Jiaming slowly uttered this extremely simple but sad word.

Just like Han Wenna's response to the word "good" that he went to complete the divorce procedures.

"Since the relationship is very good, why do you want a divorce?"

He Jiaming looked at the seams on the tiles, and after a long time, he raised his head, barely holding up his expression to make his face not look so ugly: "She is a good woman, she is diligent and thrifty in managing the house, and she is serious and responsible in her work, but, but at the beginning, I was... ...because of her, she's so boring."

He Jiaming frowned, and closed his eyes in despair: "I don't know what I was thinking at the time, because she is too boring and serious, so I want to divorce her?"

This sentence is obviously questioning himself.

As for Zhu Yuhan, he could only comfort him lightly: "My condolences, the dead cannot be brought back to life."

But at this time, He Jiaming suddenly remembered something, got up suddenly, grabbed Zhu Yuhan's hand and forced him into the corner of the sofa: "Where is my son, where is my son Junjun!"

At this time, Zhu Yuhan realized that something was wrong, and immediately asked: "You mean, the child didn't follow you?"

He Jiaming finally slumped on the ground in despair, rubbed his head with his hands, and then slapped himself hard. A man over 1.8 meters sat on the ground and cried like a child:

"It's gone, it's gone—"

The dark clouds finally couldn't bear the weight of the water vapor, and the heavy rain poured down. With the frenzy of the evil wind, the whole city fell into great chaos.

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As soon as he went out, Zhu Yuhan was blown back a few steps by the evil wind, and Tong Si held back his smile and hurried over to help him: "Zhu Zhu, you are going too far, go to the gym for a few more steps if you have nothing to do."

His self-esteem was hit, and after holding it back for a long time, he imitated Fu Huaiyu and let out an arrogant "hum", pushed Tong Si away, straightened his hair that was blown by the strong wind, and hurried into the car with his head down.

When returning home from get off work, passing by Chu Rong's research institute, Zhu Yuhan glanced subconsciously, and found that the lights inside were still on, and there should be someone there.

He got out of the car uncontrollably with his legs, opened his umbrella, and braved the storm, Zhu Yuhan ran into the research institute.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Chu Rong sitting on the sofa writing something. Seeing Zhu Yuhan, he obviously hesitated for a few seconds, then put away the pen, stuffed the paper into the drawer of the desk beside him, and stood up:

"Why are you here?"

"Oh, just to check on the autopsy."

Chu Rong nodded, walked into the dissecting room, and walked out after a while, with a skull in his hand.

Zhu Yuhan covered his nose and asked, "Is this Han Wenna's skull?"

Chu Rong nodded, and showed the back of the skull to Zhu Yuhan:

"There are two cracks on the human skull, commonly known as the herringbone suture and the sagittal suture. The herringbone suture begins to heal at the age of 26 and fully heals at the age of 47. The sagittal suture begins to heal at the age of 22 and fully heals at the age of 35. According to the healing of the two cracks in the skull and the wear and tear of the third molars, the deceased was between 30 and 34 years old, roughly the same age as Han Wenna."

Zhu Yuhan leaned over to take a look, and it was true.

"What's more, after we came back today, we tested the drug ingredients in the needle tube, and it was barbiturate hydrochloride, a main ingredient of drugs."

Zhu Yuhan nodded: "I probably guessed it. It seems that the missing him mentioned in Han Wenna's letter should refer to his son He Rujun."

"How to say."

"Because of the death of her parents, the breakdown of her marriage, and the disappearance of her son, she couldn't bear the multiple blows for a while and chose to commit suicide. However, she was a very decent woman with an admirable career and was loved by students and parents, so she felt that she must die. Be decent."

Chu Rong shrugged: "In a sense, suicide is already very shameful."

"Let's not talk about this. In the afternoon, we checked the records of missing persons for nearly three months, but Han Wenna's son was not among them." Zhu Yuhan was a little puzzled, "According to the testimony of the deceased Han Wenna's ex-husband, she is a conscientious A good wife and a good mother, how could she be indifferent to her son's disappearance and not come to the police, this is unreasonable."

"It makes sense." Chu Rong looked into his eyes, "There is only one possibility, her son is dead."

"Huh? But we checked the death records, and there is no her son either."

Chu Rong smiled and shook his head: "A woman who wants to die, will she pin her hopes on the police and ask them to seek justice for herself?"

"You seem to be right."

Chu Rong put the skull back: "Basically, it can be concluded that this is suicide."

Zhu Yuhan followed suit and nodded, feeling something was wrong again, and hurriedly said, "Han Wenna was the former head teacher of the six missing students. Don't you think this is a bit too coincidental?"

"Sometimes coincidences are like this, there is no flaw at all." Chu Rong washed his hands, took off his white coat, and changed into casual clothes, "I'm leaving get off work, why don't you go back?"

"I don't want to go back yet."

"Why, did you quarrel with Fu... Huaiyu?" Chu Rong smiled peacefully.

"Not really." Zhu Yuhan picked out his ears, "Recently his nephew came to live with us. The child is only ten months old, and he keeps crying, which is very annoying."

As well as the nanny who kept winking at him, this f*ck is his own heart disease.

"Then, have a supper together?" Chu Rong suggested.

Zhu Yuhan looked at the bad weather with heavy wind and rain outside the window, curled his lips: "It's better to stay indoors in this kind of weather."

Chu Rong looked at him, and shook his head helplessly for a long while: "Then I have to go home too. I bought two goldfish two days ago, and I forgot to feed them today. I should be crying from hunger by now."

Chu Rong and Jinyu, this seems to be a very strange combination.

But thinking about it, this kind of cold-blooded animal is more suitable for him.

"Then I'll take you back, it's raining too much outside."

Chu Rong nodded and said "yes" bluntly.

The torrential rain extinguished all the enthusiasm for nightlife. There were no people on the road at ten o'clock, and the surrounding shops closed early. The whole street looked very deserted.

Walking through the muddy water, the windshield wipers kept shaking, Zhu Yuhan let go of his hands and leaned on the car door to wait for the green light.

"By the way." He raised his head suddenly, "I've been wanting to ask you, the last time you left the file bag at my house, what kind of drug test report was printed on the paper inside, what kind of drug was that?"

Chu Rong said without raising his head: "A new type of antiviral drug, if it is successfully developed, I will apply for a patent."

"Wow! Then you are really fat. I never thought that there is a talent like you by my side. When you get enlightened, don't forget me as a dog. Let me go to heaven with you."

Chu Rong chuckled, turned to look at Zhu Yuhan's sincere face: "I will never forget you."

As soon as the words fell, there was a loud noise, and then the car body shook.

Zhu Yuhan quickly parked the car to the side of the road and got out of the car to check in the rain.

It turned out to be a flat tire.

He knocked on the car window, and it took a while to see Chu Rong open the car window, his face pale.

"A flat tire, I have to... are you okay?"

Seeing Chu Rong's shocked appearance, Zhu Yuhan asked worriedly.

Chu Rong swallowed, then shook his head: "I'm fine."

"Then trouble you to come down first, I have to change the spare tire." Zhu Yuhan said, looking back, and found that there was another shop open with lights on the side.

"You go to this store and wait for a while. I forgot to bring a wrench. Come and borrow it to see if they have it."

Chu Rong opened the car door and stepped into the stagnant water.

With an umbrella above his head to block the torrential rain, Chu Rong turned his head and saw Zhu Yuhan's face with a harmless smile.

He breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

The two of them held umbrellas tightly together and stepped into the shop that was still open. As soon as they entered the door, they were dizzy with a scent of incense.

The two took a closer look and found that it was an amulet shop.

The so-called Buddhist amulet is a unique Buddhist amulet in Thailand to protect people's safety or enhance their fortune.

There are also many types of amulets, and the well-known Gumantong is one of them. It is used to call the soul of a baby who died prematurely into the doll to protect the family and increase luck. In fact, in China, there are as many as 7000 Gumantongs. Wan, most of them are people who are engaged in business and art.

There is an essential difference between Gumantong and raising imps, which is probably the difference between Buddha boy and evil god. According to rumors, even if Gumantong is abandoned, he will not backlash against his owner.

In the middle of this amulet shop is a four-faced god enshrined, surrounded by all kinds of dolls.

A plump woman came out from the back room and greeted them warmly: "Do you two need anything? I can take a look."

Zhu Yuhan scratched his head in embarrassment: "I, I had a flat tire, I just wanted to come over and ask if you have a wrench here."

The woman smiled: "I'm really sorry, I really don't have any here. If you're not in a hurry, I can ask my husband to send one over. My house is on the side of West Shu Road, very close. It just so happens that he will come to pick me up soon." .”

Zhu Yuhan nodded gratefully. To express his gratitude, he was still planning to buy a doll from here and forget it. It's pretty cute anyway.

"How do you sell this doll?" Zhu Yuhan squatted in front of a long-haired doll, looking at the strange totem between her eyebrows.

"We don't sell the dolls here. These are the babies that the customers invited back and didn't want to keep. They brought grievances, so they were sent to us to deal with."

"Huh?" Zhu Yuhan didn't quite understand, "If you don't want it, can't you just throw it away? You won't change hands after sending it to you. Doesn't it take up space?"

The woman's smile became more and more helpless, and she even raised her hands anxiously to explain: "You misunderstood, this is not an ordinary doll, this is Gumantong, opened by Azan, the souls of the children are inside, Some guests invited them back to hope to change their luck, but because they have to take care of them like children for a lifetime, they are somewhat tired, so they are sent here."

Zhu Yuhan shrugged and stood up.

A five-good young man like him in the new era naturally doesn't believe this.

As he said that, the female boss suddenly sternly reprimanded: "Baby! Don't run around!"

Zhu Yuhan looked around, but did not find the child.

The coolness hit, he glanced at the female boss, and rubbed the goose bumps on his body without any trace.

"What is this?" Chu Rong, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said.

Zhu Yuhan looked over for a moment, and saw that he had already bent down and reached into the pile of dolls.

Then he picked something out of it.

The female boss and Zhu Yuhan both looked closely and found that it was a badge with the words Gao Zhenning, Class 56, Class [-], Senior [-], on it.

Zhu Yuhan and Chu Rong looked at each other, then turned over the badge and looked at the back, and found that the pins on the back had fallen off.

"This is...one of the missing students." Zhu Yuhan said in astonishment.

Chu Rong nodded, held up the badge and asked, "Madam, have you seen this boy?"

The female boss took the badge and looked at it. After thinking about it for a long time, she said, "I'm not sure which one it is. The people here are all businessmen and actors, so I still have an impression of the students. It was about a month ago." Well, a few students came to my store, specifically five or six... I can't remember, but they were wearing the school uniform of No. 56 High School."

"This child has been missing for almost a week." Zhu Yuhan murmured.

The female boss opened her eyes in disbelief: "They came to ask me how to invite the kid, whether it was a kid or not a Gumanthong. Of course I wouldn't tell them, so they left."

"They asked how you invited the kid?" Zhu Yuhan asked again.

"Yes, he also said that he could give me money, but you may not know that the little ghosts are very angry and need to be raised with human blood, and if they are not well-raised, they are very easy to be backlashed, so it is definitely impossible for me to tell them, but...you said they disappeared?"

"You said there were five or six students at that time, do you remember their looks?" Zhu Yuhan asked.

"Probably there are boys and girls. I really can't remember the exact appearance, but there is a girl who is very beautiful, so I still have a good impression."

"Can you roughly describe the girl's appearance?"

The female boss gestured: "It should be 1.6 meters five, thin, with a high ponytail, by the way, the eyes are big, and there is a very small mole on the chin."

When Zhu Yuhan heard this, he immediately took out his mobile phone, found a photo of one of the missing students and handed it over: "Is it her?"

The female boss glanced at it and nodded affirmatively: "Yes, that's her."

"Then do you remember the detailed conversation you had with them?"

The woman looked a bit embarrassed: "It's been more than a month, how can I remember it?"

Zhu Yuhan put away his phone in disappointment. At this time, the husband of the female boss also rushed to the store.

After borrowing a wrench, changing the tire, and thanking the female boss, Zhu Yuhan took Chu Rong home first.

A few students came to the amulet store and asked the boss how to get the little ghost, but the boss didn't tell them, but they disappeared strangely a month later, and their life and death were unknown.

Why did they invite the little ghost? They were all children from good families, and several people invited a little ghost together. They wanted the little ghost to help them realize some kind of wish.

money?Or fame?These things all seemed premature to them.

Top test scores?But Ben is a student with very good grades, and it seems that there is no need for this.

Zhu Yuhan's head hurts thinking about it.

He parked the car, held up his umbrella, and walked slowly into the building while dripping with stagnant water.

Press the password, open the door of the corridor unit, and a cool breeze rushes from the bottom of the feet to the top of the head.

Suddenly, the baby's eerie laughter hovered in the corridor like a ghost.

Zhu Yuhan shivered, but felt a cold sweat running down his back.

He turned his head mechanically, facing a pair of black eyes, like eyes without white eyeballs, black eyeballs occupying the entire eye socket——

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