What's in the depths II

The sky was foggy, and the dark clouds in the sky were heavy, covering this small village.

The girl with the bamboo basket waded through the gurgling stream and opened the umbrella.

The dark clouds finally couldn't bear the weight of the water vapor, and the heavy rain poured down. The girl quickened her pace and was blown to one side in the strong wind.

Pushing open the dilapidated wooden door, a girl who was only three or four years old with two small shofar braids jumped up to meet her, hugged the girl's waist, and shouted affectionately, "Sister is back."

The girl smiled and patted her head, put down the bamboo basket, and hurried into the house.

Lying on the bed in the house was her grandma who had been seriously injured and paralyzed a few years ago. Seeing the girl come back, the grandma quickly raised her upper body and waved to the girl kindly: "Axiu, come here."

The girl ran over, knelt by the bed, and raised her hands to help grandma knead her legs.

"Didn't you bring an umbrella when you went out? Why did you get drenched like this?"

The girl wiped the rain from her cheeks, smiled and shook her head: "I brought an umbrella, but the rain is too heavy."

As soon as the words fell, the old wooden door made an unpleasant "creak".

The girl looked around and saw an old man standing in the yard holding an umbrella.

"Uncle, you're here." The girl rushed up to greet her enthusiastically, pulled off the towel and handed it to the "uninvited guest".

The visitor didn't show the enthusiasm among the neighbors that he should have, his eyes were slightly sad, he knocked the rain on the umbrella, looked at the girl, hesitated to speak, and after a long while, he sighed: "Go into the house and talk."

As soon as she entered the room, the little girl who was only three or four years old also yelled "Hi Uncle" after Tiantian.

The old man touched the girl's immature face, and after a long time, he let out another long sigh.

Seeing the village head like this, the girl felt a sense of uneasiness, she rubbed her hands helplessly, and there was a trace of fear in her eyes: "Uncle, what happened, I think you have something to say to us." explain."

The old man sat down on the threshold, took out the shredded tobacco, rolled it, lit it, and took a long sip.

In the turbid smoke, the girl's face was somewhat blurred.

"Your father..." After thinking for a long time, the old man finally opened his mouth slowly.

Fear was overwhelming, and the girl subconsciously reached out and grabbed the old man's sleeve: "My dad, what's wrong with my dad!"

"Your father went to the city to deliver goods, and when he came back into the mountain... he stumbled and fell off the cliff, and until now... he has not found the body."

When the girl heard it, she felt as if someone gave her a hammer from behind, and she was beaten to the point of being completely unhealthy.

"Uncle, is the news reliable?! My father has good legs and feet. He has walked the mountain road for more than ten years. How is it possible? Did he recognize the wrong person?"

The old man covered his face: "I saw it with my own eyes, it's my fault, it's my fault that I didn't pull him up, and it's also my fault that I haven't worshiped the mountain god grandfather properly in the past few years, which made him unhappy. Such a thing is our punishment from Grandpa Mountain God!"

Tears just fell without warning.

The girl was stunned, looking at the grandma who was still teasing her younger sister in the room, and felt that the sky was falling down in an instant.

"Uncle, is it true? Uncle, are you lying to me?" The girl shook the old man's arm vigorously, hoping it was just a joke, a dream.

"Axiu, I'm sorry." After saying that, the old man stood up, shook his head, and left regretfully.

Three days later, the village tailor brought a brand new phoenix coronet.

In the three days after receiving the news that my father slipped and fell off the cliff, the widows in the East Street and the bachelors in the West Street almost broke the threshold of their own homes, but after all, there was only one sentence:

"Xiu'er, if you make a sacrifice for the sake of this village, it can be considered as a virtue for your sister."

The heavy rain lasted for a whole week and destroyed the stone tablet at the entrance of the village.

Looking at the mess on the ground, the old village chief lamented repeatedly: "Retribution, it's all retribution. It's a big taboo to neglect the mountain god grandfather."

The crowd pointed and whispered.

The girl huddled in the crowd, looked at the torn stone tablet, and finally let out a long sigh.

An old table, a candle, swaying gently in the night breeze.

A handsome little face was reflected in the bronze mirror, and her slender fingers slowly took the red lip paper on the side, a little crimson, a long dream.

Tears flowed across the delicate and sharp chin, and the girl looked at the beautiful face in the mirror, and finally couldn't help crying at the desk.

"Sister, you are so beautiful!" The younger sister threw herself into the girl's arms with her two short legs, and raised her hand to wipe her tears, "Sister, don't cry, sister don't cry."

The girl touched her sister's bulging face, and said softly: "Qianqian, my sister is leaving. From now on, you have to listen to grandma, take good care of grandma, and don't be naughty, you know?"

The younger sister nodded half-understanding, and then asked in surprise: "Sister, where are you going?"

Outside the window, the mountains under the night reveal a cold air, with no end and no future in sight.

The girl lifted her red lips and forced a smile: "One, it's far away—"

The younger sister tilted her head and bit her finger: "Then will you come back in the future?"

The girl took a deep breath, raised her hand to wipe her eyes, and smiled bitterly: "Maybe, maybe not."

The next day, in the dewy morning, the girl walked out of the house slowly, and in front of her eyes was a thick and intractable fog, which blinded the whole village and everyone's hearts.

It's just that, beyond expectations, apart from the resentment for grandma and sister, there was also the sound of clothes being torn, the pain of body being torn, despair, pain, and red eyes.

That's all, that's all, anyway, a dying person doesn't care about innocence.

The sky-high river can't be seen at a glance.

A dilapidated small wooden boat floated slowly on the river.

The boy in the waistcoat ran barefoot and shouted, "Axiu! Come back quickly! They lied to you! Your father is not dead at all! Your father is still delivering goods in the city and will be back soon!"

The girl turned around abruptly, her red lips trembling slightly, she looked at the boatman in disbelief, at the villagers with different eyes on the bank, at the boy kneeling on the ground desperately calling his name, and at the crowd crying for help. Looking for sister's little sister.

"Don't listen to his nonsense, what time is it, there is no way your father is still alive."

The girl was so stunned that she couldn't even say a word.

That's right, if something happened to Daddy, why did the village head tell him and not grandma?

"Dock, I want to go back and wait for my father!" The girl said, and started to grab the oars from the boatman.

"Don't move around, it's dangerous!" The boatman desperately resisted the girl, and the small wooden boat began to sway from side to side on the water.

"You lied to me! You have been lying to me! Why do you want to kill me!"

The boatman pushed the girl away violently, jumped into the river and swam to the shore.

In the middle of the river, the dilapidated small wooden boat was floating alone on the river surface. The girl knelt helplessly in the boat, she clenched her hands tightly, her nails dug into her flesh, but the sunny day after the rain was still filled with thin moisture. Wet the unkempt hair on the girl's forehead.

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"You mean that Luan Xiu went home by herself after learning the truth?" Yun Qian raised an eyebrow.

The old village head nodded, his cloudy eyes rolled around without focus: "Her father came back and found out the fact that she was being abused. He felt ashamed and refused to let her enter the house again. This child has no other choice." , ran to the mountains to beg for a living.”

"This is my real father." Yunqian shook his head, and casually recorded the village chief's statement.

"I didn't know those brats dared to do such a thing with their audacity. Such a good girl was killed by them." The old village head looked remorseful, but in Yunqian's eyes, it was enough hypocritical.

"So the mountain monster that tourists say is actually Luan Xiu?" Yu Yuan asked.

The old village chief was stunned for a moment, and then slowly nodded: "I saw that girl once at the beginning of this year. She was so beautiful, but now she looks like a ghost. It's a pity."

Yunqian sneered: "Then those men who spoiled her back then, where are they now?"

The old village chief covered his face and said in a low voice: "Dead, all dead..."

Yun Qian paused: "Is it one of the thirteen dead?"

The old village chief sniffed, and the creases on his face were almost twisted into a ball. After a while, he said slowly: "Yes..."

In fact, to put it bluntly, the instigator of all this is this old man who killed Luan Xiu. Apart from the old village chief and these men who are not as good as beasts, there is also ignorance and ignorance.

However, according to our country's public security management law, such old men over 70 years old can even escape administrative detention, and those villagers who got involved, the criminals who raped Luan Xiu, also received the punishment they deserved. .

Sometimes, the law does not blame the public, and the law does not blame the old. For the victims, killing may be the best way to vent their anger, but it is only to vent their anger, because it can't change any ending at all, and will only continue the pain infinitely.

But everyone is still willing to believe that tomorrow will be better, and one day everyone will shed the ignorant feudal skin and improve laws and regulations step by step, and what we have to do is to wait——

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After the trial of the old village chief, Yunqian was ordered to go straight to the research institute to get the DNA identification report. By the way, he wanted to take a sneak peek at An Yan, but An Yan was still in the dissecting room. It is a pleasing face.

"You sent the hair for us to do a DNA test with Luan Qian, the deceased. I tell you responsibly, the test between sisters cannot be done. At most, it can be tested whether they are from the same family." Lu Anqi put the report on the table .

"Ah? There is still such a saying?" Yunqian was puzzled.

"Yes, it's relatively easy to identify fraternities, because the Y chromosome in the male gene is passed down from generation to generation and is identifiable. Females do not have this unique mark, so we cannot do the identification between sisters, unless, You get the DNA of Luan Qian's biological father, and we can identify the father-daughter relationship."

Genes are indeed a very miraculous thing, just like Lu Anqi and An Yan, their expressions of being owed 500 million are exactly the same.

"It is enough to be able to identify whether they are from the same family."

Lu Anqi pointed to the appraisal report on the table: "This female bodyguard named Yihe is confirmed to be related to Luan Qian's grandma."

"This old man has only one son. He left some years ago and only left two daughters. If so, then Yihe and Luan Qian seem to be sisters who didn't run away?"

Lu Anqi looked at him for a while, then shook her head: "The word Luanxiu is Yihe when disassembled from top to bottom. Don't tell me you didn't realize this."

Yunqian was shocked, and made two strokes in the palm of his hand, and found that it was indeed the case.

"Luan Xiu has lived in the deep mountains for 13 years, why did she come out to serve An Chong... that is, to be your cousin's bodyguard?"

Lu Anqi wiped the instrument without raising her head: "Correct me, it's my cousin." Then she said, "I don't know, I never ask about his affairs."

Yunqian leaned over with a playful smile: "Okay, okay, you are right, then I want to ask you, is An Forensic Doctor your cousin?"

"Well, his father is my uncle." Lu Anqi's tone was perfunctory, but she answered seriously.

"Then, do you know what preferences he usually has? For example, what he likes to eat, or... what type of partner he likes."

This time, Lu Anqi finally raised her head, her gaze was like a torch: "Does this have anything to do with you?"

Yunqian laughed awkwardly, and scratched his head embarrassingly like the characters in the TV series, the concealment was too obvious.

"Just ask."

Lu Anqi looked him up and down, her facial expression was still like a thousand-year-old ice. After a while, she put the equipment back and walked out without looking back.

Yunqian suddenly deflated like a deflated ball, with disappointment written all over his face.

The crisp sound of leather shoes stopped abruptly at the door.

"I don't know what kind of partner he likes, but I know he likes stewed catfish and eggplant the most." As she said that, Lu Anqi lowered her head and chuckled, "My aunt never touched the spring water until she died. will make this dish."

Leaving such a sentence, Lu Anqi turned and left the research institute by stepping on two or three centimeters low-heeled leather shoes, hiding her achievements and fame.

I wanted to wait for An Yan to finish his work and come out to have a chat with him, but Yu Yuan's phone calls f*cked over and over again, just listening to the ringtone of the phone could feel Yu Yuan's fury on the other end of the phone.

Sure enough, as soon as he picked up the phone, Yu Yuan yelled at him on the other end:

"I asked you to take an identification report and you took it for half a fucking year. What's the matter, where are you building a DNA sequencer?"

"I'll go back now, but forensic doctor Lu said that Yihe and Luan Qian are from the same family, that's right. Their family is small, and the old lady only has one son and two granddaughters, so I guess Yihe is Luanxiu." Yun Qian said , took the report and hurried out, and reluctantly glanced at the dissecting room where An Yan was.

"Sure enough, as I thought." Yu Yuan said with a long sigh.

When rushing back to the research institute, Yu Yuan was discussing the case with Wen Qie. When he saw Yun Qian, Yu Yuan beckoned him to come over.

"I was just talking about the thirteen murders with Team Leader Wen. Sevoflurane, an inhaled anesthetic, was found in the bodies of the thirteen dead. Only anesthesiologists can get this kind of thing, and even ordinary physicians can't get it." We can’t get it, so we plan to visit and investigate all anesthesiologists in the city tomorrow.”

"Then it will take a few days to investigate. If you continue to search for a needle in a haystack like this, the criminals should have fled to Cambodia." Yunqian felt a headache when he heard about such a big project.

"Then think of a good way for me." Yu Yuan grabbed his collar, his eyes widened.

"Don't you think this matter has something to do with Luan Xiu?"

"Of course I know that this matter has something to do with her. She is the most likely criminal motive, but we are policemen, not detectives in TV dramas and novels. We need to talk about evidence when we arrest people. Personal and physical evidence are indispensable, otherwise Just relying on your reasoning and analysis to arrest people at will, who will be convinced!"

At this time, Wen Qicai stood up, and lightly patted Yu Yuan's hand to signal him to let go of this poor little man.

"Investigate, of course we need to investigate, but we can't call all the anesthesiologists over to ask them one by one. We only need to investigate the anesthesiologists who have had contact with Anchong or the Gun N' Flower Group."

"That's right." Yun Qian immediately nodded in agreement, "If Luan Xiu really used sevoflurane to anesthetize these villagers first, let me ask, how did she know that a savage who has lived in the mountains for more than ten years may not even know how to use a mobile phone? For sevoflurane, someone must have advised her."

"Moreover, the strangest thing is why a company group as big as Guns N' Roses would randomly pull someone out of the deep mountains to spend so much effort training her, and even took her for plastic surgery. What is the purpose?"

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