spirits in throat

Soon, Zheng Ke called and said that Lu Hairong's fingerprints were found on the medicine bottle found in the old lady's residence.

The old lady was brought back to the Municipal Bureau, not in the inquiry room, but in a lounge.

There were two elderly people sitting in the lounge, they were the parents of He Yanyan, the No.3 victim who came to the city bureau to report every day.

Mother He's eyes were always swollen, she was a little confused when she saw an old lady coming in, but she wasn't interested in asking anything.

She was sitting on a chair by the window, looking at an old locust tree outside the window, without moving it for a long time, as if she had lost her heart and soul.

Zhou Ye sat in the monitoring room, looking at the computer monitoring screen: "The old lady used to have a daughter who committed suicide after being raped, so she can empathize with what happened to He Yanyan's parents."

Soft methods are far more effective than hard methods when dealing with stubborn old people who don't know right from wrong.

There was no one else in the lounge, and the old lady was sent in in a daze, so she had to ask He Yanyan's parents.

After some exchange, the old lady hugged He Yanyan's mother and cried together.

When there are the same or similar encounters, the sorrows and joys of human beings are actually interlinked.

Zhou Ye turned his head to look at Rong Zhao who was standing behind him, but he could no longer capture the trace of grief that he saw in his eyes at first.

Mother He held the old lady's hand, wiped away her tears and said, "I've been dreaming of Yanyan for the past two days. She was wearing her favorite red dress and told me that I was in so much pain, Mom, and that she was about to disappear. gone."

Father He held Mother He's shoulders and comforted his overwhelmed wife: "That's a dream, dreams are all fake, we Yanyan won't die, didn't you say before the graduation ceremony that we will use the first salary to give us money?" Buy a massage chair."

"Yanyan is so kind and filial, she won't abandon us cruelly."

Mother He turned her head to look at her husband, her eyes seemed to be bleeding from tears, and her voice was hoarse: "It's true, she said she was going to melt little by little."

In the monitoring room, Bai Xudong sat beside Zhou Ye, turned his head and asked, "What do you mean, melt, melt or melt?"

"What can melt, high temperature, fire, perchloric acid, super acid, gastric juice?"

Zheng Ke scratched his head and said: "But this is just a dream, how can dreams count."

The old lady finally walked out of the lounge and asked to explain the clues she knew.

She picked up the green checked bed sheet from Wang Shihai's community, washed it, processed it into a new bed sheet, and planned to sell it at a stall.

Because of her illness, Lu Hairong auscultated her and gave her medicine. She had no money, so she gave Lu Hairong a bunch of sheets and quilt covers, including the sheet that was later used to wrap the body.

After Rong Zhao heard this, he turned to Zhou Ye and said, "The place of the crime, at least the place where the body was dismembered is not at his home."

Zhou Ye nodded. If he was at home, Rong Zhao, who lived next door with keen senses, would not have noticed such a big movement of dismemberment.

"Let's go," Zhou Ye stood up from his chair and said decisively, "Look for Lu Hairong."

The action was divided into two groups. One group went to Lu Hairong's house on Shilian Road. This time should be Lu Hairong's working time. In the other group, Zhou Ye took Rong Zhao and others to the Second Hospital.

When I arrived at the Second Hospital, I learned that Lu Hairong went to the funeral home with the car.

The funeral home is located in the suburbs, and it took nearly an hour to drive there.

The funeral parlor is very large, and the surrounding area is a bit desolate, with few shops.Most people rarely want to come here unless they have something to do. A place where the dead gather together is more or less unlucky.

Quickly contacted the relevant person in charge, and learned that Lu Hairong was freezing the second room to help check the identity of the corpse transported from the mortuary of the second hospital.

"Don't move, policeman," Zhou Ye kicked open the door of the second frozen room, glanced at the two people standing in front of the freezer, "Where's Lu Hairong?"

One of them was terrified by the situation in front of him, and he trembled a little when he spoke: "Get out, get out, just get out."

The other person was bolder and asked, "What did he do, did he steal the corpse or something?"

It's not that the funeral parlor has never lost corpses, especially the corpses of young and beautiful women. Every year, one or two corpses are lost, stolen and then bought to be used for ghost marriages or something.

The entire funeral home was surrounded by the police. As long as Lu Hairong is still here, it is impossible to escape.

Don't say it's a human, even if it's a ghost, don't even think about floating one out.

Everyone quickly searched in the funeral parlor. Zhou Ye came to the main monitoring room and asked the security guards to call the monitoring of the second frozen room to see where Lu Hairong hid after he came out.

"Why did he enter the first room of the freezer?" The security guard pointed to the monitoring screen and said worriedly, "The first room broke down a few days ago. It has just been repaired and has not passed the test. The situation is not stable."

"Zheng Ke, guard the door and windows of the frozen room," Zhou Ye finished talking into the walkie-talkie, staring at the monitoring screen and asking, "What's wrong?"

The security guard didn't know the specific situation, so he called a small leader who worked in the freezer to come over.

The little leader is in his 50s this year, with a pair of moustaches. He doesn't look in good health. He coughs all the time. When he came in, he asked, "What happened to my eldest nephew? You guys are in such a big fight."

Zhou Ye looked at the person coming: "Are you?"

"I'm Hai Rong's uncle. This kid is pitiful enough. How could he still commit crimes?" Lao Lu walked over with an anxious expression on his face, "What did he do?"

Zhou Ye said in a deep voice: "The case is still in the confidential stage, and the family members will be notified later. You need to tell us now what happened to the frozen room."

Lao Lu glanced at the monitoring screen, there were several police officers guarding the door of the frozen room, and hurriedly said: "Did Hai Rong go there? No, no, you have to call him out quickly. The refrigeration system of the freezer inside is often used for no reason. The temperature suddenly dropped."

"I have to get my nephew out quickly. If he really committed a crime, he should be punished. It's better than being locked in and unable to get out, and being frozen to death."

Zhou Ye turned to the security guard and said, "Are you sure there's no way to obtain it through internal monitoring?"

The security guard nodded: "Because of the renovation, the entire circuit has been passive, and the camera has been removed, but it hasn't had time to install it."

Zhou Ye glanced at Lao Lu, then turned to the security guard and said, "Call the curator."

Due to the relative relationship between Lao Lu and the suspect, it must be avoided.

The curator rushed over and was told by Zhou Ye: "From now on, stop cremating corpses."

Crematoriums melt human flesh.

Rong Zhao looked at Zhou Ye, he didn't expect that he would take He Yanyan's mother's illusory dream into his heart.

Resolute and decisive, yet gentle and considerate, such a person, in the past, he would be happy to be friends with him.

But only in the past.

"My nephew is good at studying since he was a child. He could have been admitted to medical school and become a doctor. Hey, it's all his stepmother's fault for making him what he is now," Lao Lu sighed, rambling to the people next to him, "His father doesn't care about him at all, even the work in the hospital is led by me."

Zhou Ye led people to the door of the frozen room. Zheng Ke was shouting to the inside. He turned his head and saw Zhou Ye, and went forward to report: "Captain Zhou, the suspect is unmoved, do you want to rush in?"

Zhou Ye walked forward, turned his head and glanced at the crowd: "Xiao Qian and I will be the forwards, and the others will follow, leaving two guarding the door."

Zhou Ye took out the key to open the door, kicked it open with a "bang", and quickly moved forward while maintaining a back-to-back posture with Xiao Qian, and glanced at the freezer astutely.

There was no sign of Lu Hairong.

The icy cold air rushed from all directions, completely swallowing the little heat brought in from the outside, and it was really in the ice cellar.

Zhou Ye turned around and tilted his head, motioning for everyone to come in.

Suddenly, the originally opened door seems to have been subjected to some kind of huge gravitational force, and it quickly gathers in the middle.

"Get out!" Zhou Ye turned around and pushed Xiao Qian out of the door with a palm.

Rong Zhao stood closest to the door, he grabbed Xiao Qian's wrist, grabbed him and pulled him out.

Xiao Qian was pushed and pulled, and flew out from the crack of the door.

"Rong Zhao!" Seeing Rong Zhao close to him, Xiao Qian stepped into the freezer. Xiao Qian grabbed Rong Zhao and tried to pull him out, but the opponent broke free with a backhand.

The door closes.

Xiao Qian turned his head and pulled the curator over, and asked loudly: "This door is equipped with a remote control, why didn't you say it earlier?!"

Obviously, Lu Hairong, who was hiding in the ice room, heard the police opening the door and locked the door with the remote control.

The curator shrank his neck in fright, and his voice became lower and lower: "Then...that...you didn't ask."

Xiao Qian pointed to the door of the ice room: "No matter what method you use, open the door now, or smash it if you can't."

"Unless you use a remote control switch or a key, you can't open it," the curator walked to the door and knocked on the door. "Because it is an ice room, the door is custom-made and 40 centimeters thick. Two or three hours."

"It won't work for three hours," Xiao Qian interrupted the Dean's words with a slightly violent voice, "Open it for me now."

Zheng Ke pulled Xiao Qian aside and whispered to him, "Be careful with your emotions."

Xiao Qian tilted his head: "Originally Team Zhou could come out, and it was all to push me out first. I was the one who got involved."

"And Rongrong, he's so thin, he doesn't have any fat on his body, he can't resist freezing at first sight."

"I don't blame you," Zheng Ke patted Xiao Qian's shoulder, then turned to ask the curator, "What's the temperature inside now?"

The curator replied: "In order to keep the corpse from decomposing, the temperature will generally be kept at around minus [-] degrees, and the maximum cannot exceed minus [-] degrees."

Zheng Ke asked again: "Is there any way to increase the temperature? Otherwise, just pull the switch off and stop supplying power to the room."

The curator wiped off his sweat, and his voice became lower and lower: "I'm afraid it won't work. The first room was built decades ago. The power supply system is independent, and the switch is inside."

Moreover, in such a hot day, once the power supply is stopped, the corpse will definitely rot, and there is no way to explain it to the family members.

The curator continued: "It's okay. During the Chinese New Year last year, an employee was mistakenly locked in the ice room for the whole night. It's okay the next day."

Xiao Qian glanced at the curator: "It's winter during the Chinese New Year, and I wear cotton and down jackets, but it's summer now."

It's okay to keep it at minus [-] degrees, and the average adult man can survive it.

But Lao Lu said that there is a malfunction in the first room, and the temperature drops suddenly, minus one or two hundred degrees is possible. Such a temperature can freeze a living person into a cold popsicle in a very short period of time.

In the ice room, in the bone-chilling cold, Zhou Ye turned his head to look at Rong Zhao: "Are you stupid, rushing in to die."

"It's just a freezer." Rong Zhao looked at Zhou Ye with a normal expression, "Are you afraid?"

"I'm afraid of shit," Zhou Ye was fearless, never even frowned in the face of bullets, just an ice room.He looked at the thinner clothes on Rong Zhao, "I just don't think you need to come in."

Rong Zhao looked at the six or seven-meter-high wall in front of him, and huge freezers were erected neatly beside the wall, like a world surrounded by countless coffins.

A large wave of cold air mixed with a strong sense of death was coming over from the wall.

Apart from the freezer, there was no place to hide at the scene.

Zhou Ye shivered and counted roughly: "About 120."

Rong Zhao walked to the nearest freezer, opened it, and there was a woman lying inside, covered by a white cloth. He raised his hand, and was about to uncover it, but Zhou Ye stopped him: "What are you doing?"

Rong Zhao stopped, looked down at the woman in the freezer, and said in a low voice, "See if it's He Yanyan."

Zhou Ye let go, Rong Zhao gently lifted the white cloth, glanced at it and closed it again: "It's not her."

Rong Zhao looked up at the huge ice wall made up of more than 100 freezers, then turned his head and asked, "Lu Hairong is hiding inside, if you search one by one, you can always find him."

Zhou Ye opened the freezer at his hand. This one was empty. He put his hand in and tried it. The temperature inside the freezer was lower than the outside, with a temperature difference of about ten degrees.

"Lu Hairong," Zhou Ye stepped back, facing the huge ice wall, and said loudly, "Come out by yourself, or you will be frozen to death."

There was no response, and the entire ice room was as quiet as a cemetery.

Zhou Ye shivered from the bone-piercing cold. He looked at Rong Zhao's thin figure, who was opening the cabinets one by one.

Rong Zhao's eyelashes were already covered with a layer of fine white frost, his lips were blue, and his skin was icy pale due to the low temperature.

Zhou Ye held Rong Zhao's wrist, the other person's physique was already cold, at this moment it was as if he had just been fished out of ice water, not as cold as a living person.

Zhou Ye looked at Rong Zhao: "Stop, it's meaningless, and I'm not in a hurry, just wait for someone to come in first."

Rong Zhao shook off Zhou Ye's hand, his voice was anxious and irritable: "What if Lu Hairong freezes to death in the freezer?"

They all knew that he was not the only murderer, but the one behind him was the most important one.

As soon as Rong Zhao finished speaking, the lights in the ice room were turned off with the remote control.

Lu Hairong was holding the remote control in his hand. He was hiding in a certain freezer, unwilling to come out or be found.

The ice room is completely enclosed, without even a glass window, and the whole space is plunged into a cold and huge darkness.

Rong Zhao had no choice but to give up searching, relying on his memory, went to the wall farthest from the air-conditioning vent in the dark and sat down, crossing his arms, trying to get warmer.

Listening to the voice, Zhou Ye followed Rong Zhao, sat beside him, leaned against him, and said in a low voice, "Huddle together for warmth?"

Rong Zhao moved to the side, and looked at Zhou Ye warily with a look that was not for me.It's a pity that Zhou Ye couldn't see Rong Zhao's fierce eyes in the dark.

Rong Zhao hugged his legs, trying to stop his chattering teeth: "I'm not cold, I don't need to keep warm."

Zhou Ye moved to Rong Zhao's side again, while turning his head to look in Rong Zhao's direction: "I'm cold."

In the darkness, Rong Zhao looked at Zhou Ye indifferently, as if looking at a frail little girl.

Rong Zhao took off his T-shirt two or three times, raised his hand and threw it on Zhou Ye, and said in a strong posture, "Put it on."