What's in the depths II

Seeing that the hour hand of the clock was pointing to eleven, Wen Qie felt sleepy at the moment, leaning leisurely on a corner of the sofa, propping his head on one hand, with Yun Qian's notebook still spread out on his lap.

And Yunqian paced back and forth at the door of the dissecting room as if he had been injected with a stimulant, peeking in through the crack of the door from time to time.

With a long yawn, Wen Qi finally closed his eyes.

I don't know how long it took before the dissection room finally heard the sound of chaotic footsteps. Immediately afterwards, the door was suddenly opened, and several forensic doctors came out with tools and greeted Yunqian politely.

The last one to come out was An Yan. He took off his rubber gloves and threw them into the medical waste disposal bin aside. When he raised his head, he was facing a pair of bright eyes.

"It's over?" Yunqian leaned forward and asked.

An Yan nodded, and pinched his sore shoulder wearily.

Wen Qi was woken up, and opened his sleepy eyes in a daze, looking at the two people standing at the door of the dissecting room.

"How's it going."

An Yan handed the first draft of the autopsy report to Yunqian: "Perhaps as you guessed, the murderer who killed Zhao Yu and the murderer who killed Liao Man are the same person."

"How to say."

"The open wounds on the bodies of the deceased Zhao Yu and the deceased Liao Man were all caused by small reciprocating saws, and there were no other injuries other than that, and the long hair found on the floor of the deceased's home was mainly composed of high-temperature fibers, that is to say, That's a wig, too."

"Then, based on this analysis, the deceased Zhao Yu has also seen a murderer disguised as a woman, so he opened the door for him unsuspectingly? Who is this murderer? More than one person has seen the image of a man disguised as a woman. If he is an artist, How did he meet Zhao Yu who has been living in a remote mountain village."

"The deceased died fifteen days ago, that is, around twelve o'clock in the evening on the 29th of last month."

"Sure?"

"There were putrid foams on the body surface of the deceased and a small amount of skin peeled off, so it is estimated that the death time of the deceased was about two weeks, and according to the filling degree of the bladder, the urine stored in the bladder of the deceased reached 65 milliliters. According to his family members According to the confession, the deceased went to bed on time at nine o'clock every night, and according to the living habits of ordinary people, excretion must be carried out before going to bed, the bladder can increase the urine volume of [-] ml per hour, and the body function stops after death, so if [-] ml , it is estimated that the time of death was around twelve o'clock."

An Yan turned and looked at the clock on the wall: "It's getting late, why haven't you gone home to rest yet?"

"I'm waiting for you." Yun Qian said with a hippie smile.

"Wait for me to do something."

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not waiting for you, but waiting for your autopsy results."

An Yan pointed to the first draft of the autopsy report, and his voice was extremely cold: "The report is for you, remember to put it back after reading it, I'm leaving first."

"Wait a minute, you haven't had dinner yet, why don't you have something to eat together, I just haven't eaten either." Yun Qian chased after him unwillingly.

An Yan squinted at him: "No, I won't eat after lunch."

Throwing down such a sentence, An Yan stopped talking nonsense with him and strode away, leaving Yunqian standing there blankly.

"Aren't you full?" Wen Qi, who had been silent all this time, suddenly asked.

Yun Qian was startled, looking a little disappointed, he shook his head: "I'm full."

Wen Qi looked at him with unpredictable and weird eyes.

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Early the next morning, as soon as he arrived at the police station, he saw Yu Yuan, who had a bad temper, with his hands on his hips, yelling at the little police officers who were cowering in front of him, and threw the report in his hand at one of them when he got excited Police face.

Yunqian didn't dare to make a sound, and moved laterally into the office like a gecko clinging to the wall, then hurriedly changed into the police uniform, thinking that he would use the excuse that he didn't hear the assembly order when he went to the bathroom to get away. I saw a person sitting on the sofa in the office.

He was startled and subconsciously took three steps back.

After seeing the man clearly, he breathed a long sigh of relief: "Officer Wen, why are you pretending to be a ghost here in broad daylight?"

Wen Qi raised his eyebrows, then raised his hand and glanced at his watch, with an inexplicable smile on his face: "You're 10 minutes late."

When Yunqian heard this, he thought that Wen Qie was going to report him to them, so he put his hands together and even exaggeratedly bowed at ninety degrees: "Please, please, just this time, don't report me, our Yu team's temper is not for nothing. , you even hit yourself when you get so fierce, you don't want to see me die so badly, do you?"

"Help it for you, so what good will I do?" The gentle and slender index finger brushed across the patterns on the sofa, and said casually.

"I'll treat you to dinner tonight, no, no, no, I'll take care of all your food for this week, do you think it will work like this?"

"No." Wen Qi refused him bluntly.

"Then... tell me."

"Forget it, I'm not a person who likes to make small reports, so how about it, you promise me one thing, and I'll pretend I didn't see what happened this morning."

When Yunqian heard that there was something interesting, he nodded his head, "Just say it."

"Of course, this is just a suggestion." A cold light flashed in Wen Qi's eyes, "Stay away from An Yan."

"Ah?" Yunqian was really shocked. What's the matter with this person? Why is he still isolated in groups like elementary school students at such an old age.

"Do you know who his teacher was when he first entered the police station?" Wen Qi's tone was a little cold.

Yun Qian's heart sank, and his voice was lowered: "I know."

"You know what his tutor did."

"know."

"An Yan has been with that forensic doctor for so long, and the words and deeds of that person will inevitably have a subtle influence on him, so it cannot be said that he really doesn't know anything about that person's previous plan, although he is so far. He didn't do anything out of the ordinary, after that, can you guarantee that he really has no second thoughts?"

Yunqian pursed his lips tightly, and after a long while, finally shook his head lightly.

"This is a suggestion as well as a piece of advice." Wen Qie stood up and straightened his tie, "I'll deal with the work at hand first, and you should hurry up and assemble."

Looking at Wen Qie's leaving back, Yun Qian, who had been tense all this time, relaxed a little. He sighed softly, fell down on the sofa as if discouraged, and looked at the chandelier above his head.

An Yan's teaching teacher once developed a new type of mutated insect virus, which caused a large-scale infection, caused countless deaths and injuries, and turned the peaceful world into a Shura hell overnight. All those involved in the relationship have been invited to investigate, just because my heart has already inadvertently turned to An Yan, and I have added a thick filter to him, and even selectively ignored such things .

Wen Qi's words reminded him, but suddenly he felt chills all over his body.

Really don't know?Or is it that An Yan has been hiding it from others only out of selfishness.

From this point of view, it seems that everyone has been staring at him for a long time, only you are still kept in the dark?

However, An Yan was really a good person. He could have put himself aside that day and ignored it. Anyway, the life and death of an outsider didn't matter to him, but he still stretched out his hand to save himself from death. The edge is pulled back.

The crisp sound of leather shoes resounded at the door, Yu Yuan pushed the door open and came in, and saw Yun Qian sitting on the sofa in a daze.

"Hey, isn't this our famous Police Officer Yun? Why do you have time to visit our small police station?"

Yun Qian quickly regained consciousness, stood up in a hurry and saluted Yu Yuan: "Report to the team, I went to the bathroom just now, and I didn't hear the assembly order."

Yu Yuan scratched his hair irritably, then waved his hands to signal him not to be so nervous: "Forget it, let me make an example. Let me ask you, did you find anything in that Dahe village yesterday?"

"According to the way of the deceased Zhao Yu's death and the traces left at the scene, the murderer and the one who killed Liao Man are the same person."

Yu Yuan stroked his mustache and asked in surprise, "How did these two get related?"

"This is still under investigation, and in addition, it seems to involve another villager, a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old named Tan Xiaohui. We found a photo of him and this girl in the room of the deceased, but the frame was removed. The murderer destroyed violently, and the girl's photo was also torn up and taken away."

"Where is she?"

"The information from the police station is that the girl ran away from home because of conflicts with her parents. Since then, there has been no news."

"Have you ever been reported missing?"

"No."

"Why not."

"I don't know, maybe the parents don't want to bother the police."

"Fucking pig fart!" Yu Yuan yelled angrily, "Anyone with a brain who goes missing must call the police, and those who don't call the police must be hiding something, these fucking bastards are throwing keys one by one Kou can't wait to call the police to find the police, let alone lose himself, if you say he has no ghosts in his heart, I won't believe it!"

Although Yu Team spoke vulgarly, they were not unreasonable.

"Hurry up and go to Dahe Village with Zhao Qin to find out what's going on. I'll go and ask the field staff for you now."

With that said, Yu Yuan turned his head and looked: "Where's Zhao Qin?"

Several police officers looked at each other in blank dismay, then shook their heads: "I didn't see him in the meeting earlier."

"Damn it, I'm sure I've overslept again with my trouser belt."

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Qin, who had "overslept," rushed in from outside. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, and saluted respectfully: "Captain Yu, sorry, I'm late."

"You, I'm not surprised that you are late to the professional account. Hurry up and change your clothes and go out to work with Xiaoyun."

The two of them changed into their police uniforms and just left the door, the golden sunlight illuminated the white figure very clearly.

When Yun Qian saw it, his eyes were straightened, and he quickly poked his head out of the police car: "Forensic An, what a coincidence."

And An Yan also stopped in front of him for the first time, looking at him, his already shallow pupils turned a faint brown under the glare of the sun.

"Are you going to the village where the deceased Zhao Yu lived?" An Yan asked in a low voice.

Yunqian nodded again and again: "I was just about to set off, but I didn't expect to meet you. What a coincidence."

What a coincidence, a member of the police station just keeps his head down and doesn't see him every day.

An Yan opened the car door and stepped in: "It just so happens that our section chief sent me to investigate with you."

Yunqian was secretly happy, as the so-called fate can't hide when it comes to it.

Sitting in the back this time, An Yan probably couldn't see the jiggling flesh on his face.

Just looking up, he saw An Yan in the rearview mirror, and he was also staring at the rearview mirror motionlessly, and even met his own eyes for a moment.

Yunqian cursed countless words of "Damn" in his heart, and even scolded the government for not doing a good job of road repairing.

It took another two hours of bumps to reach the destination. The three got out of the car, picked up their tools, and followed the directions on the map to the door of the girl in the photo.

After knocking for a long time, I heard the slightly immature footsteps of "Ba Da Ba Da". As soon as the broken wooden door opened in front of me, a little boy with a watermelon head opened the door, staring at the visitor curiously with a pair of big eyes. asked without hesitation:

"who are you."

Yunqian smiled and showed the police ID to the little boy: "Hi brother, we are from the Criminal Investigation Bureau. I have something to ask your parents this time. Are they at home?"

The little boy's face was dirty, his nose was smeared with snot, and his hair was greasy and knotted because he hadn't washed it for a long time, but the brand of his clothes made the three feel unbelievable.

The whole body is full of brand products, and the market price ranges from 2000 to [-], especially the pair of shoes on the feet. They look a bit big and don't fit well. They are new hairstyles of this brand this year, and the market price is more than [-].

The most exaggerated thing is the watch worn by the little boy, the Tissot Kutu series, the market price is about [-]. The most important thing is that this is a mature men's watch, which is usually worn by middle-aged men. Just wearing a watch strap on the hands of a little boy who seems to be less than ten years old is really a sense of disobedience.

Besides, Dahe Village, which looks poor and empty, is it true that the villagers are so wealthy?

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ps: The gift has been sent out, sorry for the lateness, because recently I went back to my hometown to deal with some things, and the street office of the hospital ran back and forth every day, with a big head.

The lipstick will have to wait for a few days. I asked my sister to send me two first, and I sent them to me. I’m sorry to trouble her to send them separately, about a week or so (*^ω^*)

It will arrive in three days, pay attention to check~