what's in the depths

Even Zhu Yuhan was stunned by this scene.

A large number of media reporters came out of the grass with their cameras on their shoulders, and rushed from all directions like a torrent, tightly surrounding the poor and helpless woman.

"Ms. Luo, is it right for the kidnapper to ask for another time?"

"Ms. Luo, do you have a bold guess about the life and death of your beloved daughter Luo Ziyi?"

Luo Hui hugged the padded coat tightly, which seemed to smell like her daughter.

She knelt down on her knees, kowtowed to the reporters without dignity, and begged them not to follow her anymore, and begged them to let her go. The kidnappers would secretly monitor her every move, so that the whole world would know that she had called the police. For her daughter Luo For Zi Yi, this is the greatest threat.

Zhu Yuhan winked at Fu Huaiyu, quietly bypassed the reporters, squatted into the factory building, and carefully searched every possible hiding corner of the factory building with Fu Huaiyu.

No fruit.

It turned out that the kidnappers never came.

He was just testing whether Luo Hui really did not notify the police of the ransom payment.

it's good now.

The answer is already known.

The sun rises again, not changing course because of the disappearance of anyone.

The winter sun has a tinge of coldness, penetrating the skin and reaching the bones, no matter how thick it is, it is futile.

A construction worker reported to the police that a charred body was found in the abandoned well on the construction site.

When Luo Hui was called to identify the corpse, although she hypnotized that it was not her daughter over and over in her heart, she could not deny that the school uniform worn on the body that had not been completely burned was the international school her daughter attended. Uniforms.

And the unburned steel breastplate, with the daughter's favorite three-dimensional stickers on it, which can be vaguely recognized.

So much alike, in size and height, and brown hair from malnutrition in the back of the head that wasn't set on fire.

Zhu Yuhan watched from the sidelines and kept nodding.

He didn't know why he nodded.

Afterwards, he angrily smashed against the wall, and blood flowed out along the scratches.

He squatted on the ground, covered his face, and cried like a child.

Too painful to be manipulated by criminals;

It was too painful, the cotton coat that Luo Hui brought with her full of hope;

It was so painful. A 16-year-old young girl was tortured for dozens of days and then her body was thrown into a well and burned.

The poor girl had her hands placed on her chest in an overlapping motion.

Like praying.

Just before her death, she gave her last hope to God.

The blunt and deep bells sounded from the church, as if singing:

"God makes the sun rise on the wicked as well as on the good, and sends rain on the righteous as well as on the unjust."

Luo Hui lost her voice and didn't cry, but just sat there blankly, guarding her daughter's body.

"May I ask why you don't feel sad when you see your daughter's body? Is it because of the long-term separation from your daughter due to work reasons as rumored by the outside world, with little communication and shallow feelings?" The media is still chasing after her. Dig out the heart will not let it go.

Zhu Yuhan stood up slowly, his eyes were red, and there were still wet tears on his face.

He walked into the group of reporters and took the microphone from one of them.

"As the head of the first branch of the Criminal Investigation Division, Ms. Luo lost her beloved daughter because of her failure to investigate the kidnapper's movements in time for arrest. Do you have anything to say?"

The reporter was sincere.

But behind the hypocritical face was a face scarier than the gangsters and kidnappers.

He laughed, using the pain of the client as a tool for making money.

Eating the human blood steamed bun without guilt.

Zhu Yuhan turned the microphone, as if preparing to speak.

Then, he raised the microphone high, aimed at the reporter who seemed to have a sincere face, and slammed it down hard.

The crowd exclaimed.

The police beat people and broke the law for the law. Today's headlines are full of news.

"You." Zhu Yuhan pointed at the reporter covering his head and writhing on the ground in pain.

"You." Then came the reporter who asked Luo Hui if she didn't love her daughter.

"And you." Zhu Yuhan took a deep breath, facing the group of reporters and the media's wolves and tigers.

"You are all murderers."

"Our police are incompetent, we don't do anything, but we have been buying time to rescue the girl as much as possible, how about you? You will only be fucking blah, blah, blah, lest the kidnappers don't know, it's very happy to see others suffering Right?" Zhu Yuhan smiled.

"Today, the girl's death is inseparable from any of you. You are all accomplices, you know?" As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pushed away the unscrupulous reporter who was still stubbornly poking the microphone to his mouth.

Chu Rong was checking the corpse, and suddenly felt that the atmosphere was not right. When he turned his head, he saw that Zhu Yuhan was already wrestling with the reporters below, and hurried over to stop him.

"If there is any problem, make it up yourself. Aren't you the best at confusing black and white?" Chu Rong protected Zhu Yuhan and pushed him into the police car.

Zhu Yuhan sat in the police car and sniffed.

At this time, all the hustle and bustle of the outside world turned into silence, only the church bells, and the girl with her hands folded on her chest crying in horror before she died.

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"As a policeman, you are crazy to beat a reporter!" Director Chen of the Public Security Bureau pointed at Zhu Yuhan's bruised and purple face and cursed.

Zhu Yuhan didn't speak, but just stroked the police card in his hand back and forth.

Fu Huaiyu sat gracefully on the side, looking back and forth with the suspect's file in his hand.

"Now that bunch of shitty reporters are clamoring to fire your establishment, what do you say?"

"Then let's go." Zhu Yuhan stood up and walked around the director: "A system is more important than human life, right?"

"You also know their stinking mouths. Why are you fighting with them? They can't write anything when they are in a hurry. Why do you provoke them!"

Zhu Yuhan walked to the water dispenser, took a cup full of hot water, held the cup wall, and warmed his already stiff and unconscious hands.

The director sighed: "Forget it, I will try my best to suppress the matter for you, you can pay attention in the future, and don't make me worry about it."

Zhu Yuhan still didn't say a word, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a long time, the director walked over and patted Zhu Yuhan on the shoulder: "I know this is wronging you, a life, anyone who wants to be angry, but even if you are not a policeman, an ordinary citizen's gathering to fight involves a civil case, let alone you are a policeman , should not know the law and break the law.”

Zhu Yuhan put the police ID on the table: "I have nothing else to do, I'm leaving first."

"Alright, I'll give you the lightest punishment and suspend you for inspection. Take it as a big vacation for yourself. This case will be followed by the special case team. You don't have to worry about the rest. Go back and have a good rest." The director stood with his hands behind his back. On the side, there was another long sigh.

Habitually stepping into Chu Rong's research institute, several forensic assistants were busy sorting out the materials. Seeing Zhu Yuhan's horrible face, they were all taken aback, and then immediately called Chu Rong over.

Seeing him like this, Chu Rong couldn't help but find out the ointment and rub it on him:

"Are you saying that you are still ignorant at such an adult?"

"Take it easy, it hurts." Zhu Yuhan gasped and quickly turned his face away.

"What did your chief say?"

"Zoom up the holiday, the case will be followed by the special case team."

Chu Rong laughed: "Wouldn't it be that your old friend stole the limelight again?"

"I told you, don't call him old friend, I don't like to hear it." Zhu Yuhan pushed away Chu Rong's hand that wiped the medicine for him: "I came to you to ask about the autopsy."

Chu Rong shook his head: "It's better not to ask, or I'm afraid you won't be able to control it for a while and run to smash other newspapers."

"Say." Zhu Yuhan's expression turned a little cold.

Chu Rong shrugged, walked into the studio and took out a thick stack of autopsy reports:

"The worst result is that Luo Ziyi was sexually assaulted several times during her lifetime, and it was detected that there were residual Chinese herbal ingredients such as yincao and guixin in her body. The cause of her death was internal bleeding from the beating."

Zhu Yuhan felt chills all over his body, and his body kept shaking. He took several deep breaths, then buried his head in his arms, curled up on the sofa, and could vaguely hear sobbing.

"And I dissected the headless female corpse again, and found the same drug ingredients in her body, and also found a document in her body, which was well preserved because it was wrapped in plastic film."

As he spoke, he handed over the storage bag.

Zhu Yuhan raised his head, wiped his eyes unobtrusively, and reached out to take the pouch.

"Assistant Physician at Plastic Surgery Hospital?" Zhu Yuhan looked at the ID.

Chu Rong nodded: "This woman is very smart. She stuffed her documents into the vagina. This will help the police narrow the scope of their investigation and speed up the case. I wanted to send it to the special case team, but you came first."

Zhu Yuhan picked up a pen and copied the information on the certificate, then got up: "I'll go to that plastic surgery hospital."

Chu Rong caught up: "Didn't I let you rest, so eager to claim credit?"

Pausing in his footsteps, Zhu Yuhan rushed to Chu Rong and raised the piece of paper with the message on it:

"It's not for taking credit. Luo Ziyi died tragically, and the murderer is still at large. I don't want her to die in peace."

Chu Rong shook his head while sighing: "Go, call me if you need anything."

Walking out of the research institute, the midday sun was warm and transparent, hitting people warmly.

As if in an instant, Zhu Yuhan was redeemed.

He took a taxi and went straight to the plastic surgery hospital.

It turned out that the so-called plastic surgery hospital was just a small unlicensed clinic hidden in an old residential area.

Zhu Yuhan went upstairs and knocked on the door, but no one answered.

Knock again, still no one responds.

The resident on the opposite side opened the door with an impatient face: "Don't knock! Are you annoying! This hospital was closed not long ago due to a medical disturbance."

Medical trouble?

It took Zhu Yuhan a long time to dig out before he remembered that he had left his police ID in the criminal investigation team.

"I'm a policeman." He said to the resident with empty hands.

"Crazy!" The aunt slammed the door hard.

Zhu Yuhan spread his hands, turned and looked at the red-brown door thoughtfully.

He leaned closer to the crack of the door, and a slight stench wafted from it.

Zhu Yuhan had a bad heart, so he slammed into the door sideways. After knocking for a long time, the door didn't move at all.

He hurried downstairs and borrowed a copper wire from the garage downstairs, aimed at the keyhole and poked it in, listening carefully for the slight sound inside the keyhole.

After poking for five or six minutes, I finally heard the "click" of the lock cylinder.

Zhu Yuhan hurriedly opened the door and went in.

A rancid smell came out of his nostrils.

What caught the eye was a pair of running script inscriptions:

"The benevolence of doctors"

The room is only seventy to eighty square meters, and the marble floor is smooth and clean.

Zhu Yuhan pushed open the bedroom door, and there were two beds inside, with clean white sheets and some plastic surgery equipment.

He turned away to investigate another room, still clean and tidy.

The rancid smell is getting stronger and stronger, choking the nose and eyes.

Zhu Yuhan walked to the bathroom, covered his mouth and nose, and pushed open the door.

The smell of corruption made him subconsciously take two steps back, and when he looked intently, the two corpses were already covered with corpse spots. A middle-aged female corpse was soaked in the bloody water in the bathtub, and the other male corpse was sitting on the toilet. Come.

Zhu Yuhan turned on the light and walked over to observe the two corpses carefully.

Not good, really not good.

The two corpses were shot and died. There was a bullet hole about 11 mm between the eyebrows, and the blood had solidified.

It seems that these kidnappers also privately bought guns.

Judging from the traces of bullet holes, the kidnappers used M1911 American guns.

And observe their little fingers, the little fingers of women are cut off, but the men's are still there.

It turned out that the "medical trouble" mentioned by the aunt opposite was because of the homicide that happened at that time.

Zhu Yuhan concealed the door of the clinic and knocked on the door of the aunt's house opposite.

The aunt came over and opened the door with a livid face: "You are going to die."

"Auntie, I'm really a policeman. I have something to ask you for advice." Zhu Yuhan smiled awkwardly.

"What."

"Excuse me, do you still remember the exact day that the medical trouble happened?"

The aunt thought about it carefully, and waved her hands impatiently: "I am busy cooking and picking up the children from school every day, so I remember that it was the nights before, and other things, who cares to pay so much attention, I really can't remember." , the door slammed shut.

Zhu Yuhan staggered from being hit, hurriedly stabilized his figure, looked around, and finally took out his mobile phone and dialed the number he hadn't dialed in two years.

On the other end of the phone, Fu Huaiyu's voice was still full of arrogance: "What's the matter."

"A little clue, follow the address I sent you, as soon as possible."

"It's not your turn to take care of this matter."

Zhu Yuhan gritted his teeth and lowered his head: "Please, help me."

The other end of the phone was silent for a long time, just when Zhu Yuhan thought that Fu Huaiyu had hung up the phone, he heard an inaudible voice from the other end:

"Okay, wait for me."