crime puzzle

Standing beside the corpse were a few forensic doctors in white coats and a few police officers maintaining order at the scene.

Cheng Xiaojing hesitated for a while and went over to ask.

"Can I see my parents?"

The forensic doctor looked at him, and looked at each other a few times. A forensic doctor with a more dignified face came over with a camera and asked, "The body hasn't been cleaned up yet. The actual scene is a bit bad. Can you bear it?"

Cheng Xiaojing wanted to say that he was fine.

The arm was pulled back and pulled away.

Cheng Xiaojing was pulled away by Lan He.Without waiting for him to question, Lan He said: "You are mentally ill, you can't watch now."

When Cheng Xiaojing heard this kind of questioning, he suddenly confirmed that he was fine.He thought that with the psychological quality he spent ten years cultivating, he could completely withstand any blow.

Lan He muttered in a low voice, "Your face is as white as a ghost, and you can't speak fluently. Your eyes are in a trance, which means that your spirit is not right. Don't be brave at this time, okay?"

Cheng Xiaojing touched his face subconsciously.

His cheeks were a little cold, but he thought it was the weather—the sticky, rainy weather was really annoying.

"Okay, then don't read it." He turned his head to look at the corpse covered with a white cloth, and murmured in a low voice, "It shouldn't matter if you leave it to Uncle Gong."

Lan He breathed an exaggerated sigh of relief and said, "It's okay, don't worry."

After Cheng Xiaojing returned home, he belatedly realized that he would be the only one left in the family.Carefully recalling the bits and pieces of the last dream, thinking that Ye Gui would not look at him with concern when he went downstairs in the future, and ask him what he would like to eat.Cheng Zhen would not cough heavily in the inner room downstairs,

Show your presence.

He suddenly felt a little regretful.Quietly complain about how you dream and choose this time period.

"Cheng Xiaojing," Lan He walked in from the outside, seeing him in a daze, he hesitated and said, "Why don't I stay here to accompany you. Lan Tian is strictly controlled at home, so I don't care."

Cheng Xiaojing looked at him with surprise, and said, "It's really all right?"

Lan He nodded heavily.

Cheng Xiaojing turned back and took his hand, and said, "It's just right, I have some questions I want to talk to someone about."

The two hid in Cheng Xiaojing's room and talked.Uncle Gong gave them food during the period, but when he saw Lan He, he hesitated to speak.

Cheng Xiaojing pushed Lan He and said, "Uncle Gong has something to tell you, so you can go out for a while."

Uncle Gong said to Cheng Xiaojing in embarrassment: "It's nothing serious."

Lan He looked up at Uncle Gong, and said, "Let's not talk about anything, just go back and report to my father."

Uncle Gong sighed before turning and leaving.

Cheng Xiaojing watched Uncle Gong's back disappear, and said, "Uncle Gong is kind."

Lan He looked up at him and said, "But his relative is the murderer of your parents, and I won't get close to him."

Cheng Xiaojing frowned, thinking that he couldn't tell that this kid had a stubborn temper.But at this time, such a move really makes people feel quite heartwarming.

"Thank you." Cheng Xiaojing said sincerely.

He carefully recalled everything that happened today, and what he was sure of was that he had no memory of before he fell to the ground.Judging by Lan He's worried appearance, it is likely that his own state may have really scared him.

Cheng Xiaojing felt that in order to reassure this person, he still had to give him a reasonable explanation, so he said, "I'm going over today, just to see what's going on at the scene."

Lan He kept looking at Cheng Xiaojing's face and said, "I know you have ideas."

"The car is very strange," Cheng Xiaojing said: "The slaughtered animals are all bled, it is impossible to leave such a large amount of blood on the car."

Lan He looked at him curiously.

"Then what do you think it is?"

Cheng Xiaojing felt that there would be such a large amount of blood, and it would be impossible to get rid of the suspicion of murder and transportation of corpses.Coupled with the fact that Gong Shuzhen gave him the impression that he was a pervert who killed people without blinking an eye, the possibility was even greater.But he felt that it was too arbitrary to say the answer like this, and it was completely unconvincing.

He thought for a while, and asked tentatively: "The matter of Cheng Xiaoguo...do you remember?"

Lan He looked at him questioningly.

Cheng Xiaojing also looked back at him with question marks all over his face.

"Don't remember?" he asked.

Lan He asked back: "Remember what? About Cheng Xiaoguo?"

Cheng Xiaojing is full of confusion, don't dreams communicate with each other?What kind of cheating setup is this?

"... Listen to me explain carefully," Cheng Xiaojing started the topic while thinking about how to organize his words.

Erasing the previous dream where I successfully assisted Cheng Xiaoguo to report the crime is tantamount to cutting off the ending.He scatteredly made up a complete story of the process of Cheng Xiaoguo accidentally disappearing himself, and finally focused on the summary.

"All I know is what Cheng Xiaoguo told me." Cheng Xiaojing said to the shocked Lan He.

Lan He was probably frightened by him, and asked anxiously: "...Wait, did you see Cheng Xiaoguo? Why didn't you say it then?"

Cheng Xiaojing asked him: "If you were me, you wouldn't say it. We have a class teacher, Teacher Hu, who likes to label people casually, and a school that likes to keep things quiet. Cheng Xiaoguo is still missing. Once I say it, I will be the only one." leads and suspects."

"... also." Lan He nodded in a murmur, "Then... do you know where Cheng Xiaoguo is?"

Cheng Xiaojing said: "If I want to know, I must send him to the Public Security Bureau to report the case as soon as possible." Cheng Xiaoguo's disappearance is the biggest reason why their family's case has become unsolved.

Lan He said solemnly: "I believe you. Then, is the death of Cheng Xiaoguo's parents related to the death of your parents?"

"...I really don't know about this." Except for him, who has experienced Cheng Xiaoguo's reporting, probably no one knows that Gong Shuzhen is the common point of the two cases.

It is because of this common point that he would think that there is something wrong with the blood in the trunk.

"But I think the most important thing is Cha Dou's blood." Cheng Xiaojing struggled to turn the topic back to the previous topic. "There are several people in the car. Others will not let the driver drive indiscriminately and hit people to death."

Lan He looked at him worriedly and said, "So...you don't think this is a simple car accident?"

Cheng Xiaojing nodded.

Lan He frowned, and said: "But, it's an open pickup truck, and the body is open. It's definitely not good to expose the body, there must be something to cover it. The body of the truck is very big, and there are many people in the town. The bumpy dirt road makes a lot of noise when it bumps. If the wrapped things fall apart, wouldn’t it be exposed? If I were a murderer, I would choose a smaller car if I wanted to throw a dead body. It’s convenient and fast It's not too eye-catching."

Cheng Xiaojing nodded hesitantly, Lan He's point of view made sense.

"Then... where is the corpse in the cargo?" Cheng Xiaojing asked.

Lan He immediately shook his head and said, "That's the same, Xiao Jing, haven't you seen the force of a pickup truck?"

Cheng Xiaojing's excited expression subsided for a while, and Lan Hecai got up and walked around the room, saying, "I'll make a bed on the floor and sleep on the floor? Do you have mats or mats at home?"

"Yes, my mother prepared two beds in my room, in the compartment above the closet." Cheng Xiaojing pointed to the above.

Lan He got up and dragged the stool to step up, and went up to pull the quilt.

Cheng Xiaojing looked at his thin back in a daze, thinking of Lan He as an adult always felt a little itchy in his heart.To be honest, he really hopes to have Lan He to comfort him now - with his body.

But the Lan He in front of him is so immature~ tender that he dare not make a move.Even if it's just lust, it will make him feel guilty.

However, his thinking encountered a bottleneck, and it was this familiar and repressed doubt that made him extremely uncomfortable, and even wanted to cry.

When Lan He came down with the quilt in his arms, he saw Cheng Xiaojing crying with his eyes open.

"..." He threw down the quilt in a panic, ran over to wipe his tears in a hurry, and asked him repeatedly: "What's the matter?"

Cheng Xiaojing couldn't hold back any longer, he put his hands around Lan He's narrow waist, and said in a low voice, "You just think my brain is broken, I want to hug you now."

He entangled Lan He like an octopus, and sighed in his heart: "The hand feels different, but the core is the same."

"Cheng Xiaojing, if you don't feel well, I'll take you to the hospital." This is the second time Lan He mentioned the hospital.

Cheng Xiaojing wanted to go to his mother's hospital, isn't Lao Tzu in the hospital right now?I looked up and saw the crooked quilt on the floor, and wanted to go to his mother's bed. Isn't it silly not to sleep when there is a bed?

"Don't make the bed, the two of us are crammed into one bed." Cheng Xiaojing said.

"..." Lan He looked at the single bed and said, "Hey, you don't feel well, I'm afraid I'll crush you."

"Look, something happened to my house, and now I'm the only one left alive, and you still let me sleep alone?" Cheng Xiaojing tightened his arms around Lan He.

Lan He finally surrendered.

Early in the morning, an unknown person slammed the door of his house.Cheng Xiaojing squirmed on the bed~ without opening his eyes.After a while, he felt that someone beside him carefully lifted his hand, and carefully put it aside.

As soon as Lan He left the room, Cheng Xiaojing opened his eyes.

He sat up and rubbed his face to wake himself up.Then he got up, dressed and got out of bed.

When I went downstairs, I saw Lan Tian rushing in menacingly, as soon as I saw Cheng Xiaojing, I immediately withered.

"Xiaojing Xiaojing, I brought you breakfast." He threw the bag in his hand on the table and said, "Uncle Gong was going to come over, I asked you to go and do something for you."

The errands mentioned by Lan Tian should be their family's funeral.

Cheng Xiaojing turned his head and went to the kitchen to wash up. Just as he went in, he remembered something, then poked his head out and asked, "Lan Tian, ​​did you ask about that car when you went back yesterday?"

Lan Tian proudly ate the breakfast he brought, and replied, "I asked, the car said it was delivering meat to a company in the town, and it was all butchered raw pork."

"Oh." Cheng Xiaojing went in again with a sullen head.

While brushing his teeth, he thought about what Lan He said yesterday.

Facts have proved that what Lan He said is closer to the truth, but Cheng Xiaojing instinctively doesn’t want to admit it—he forged a sixth sense for himself, and this sixth sense told him that Gong Shuzhen’s delivery of meat would definitely not be pure Just send the meat.

At noon, Uncle Gong came over again and took Cheng Xiaojing to sign for the remains of Cheng Zhen and Ye Gui.

Ten years ago, the countryside did not have such a complicated process. The police only briefly explained the cause of death of Cheng Zhen and his wife, and then signed it for him.

When Cheng Xiaojing signed, his brain suddenly twitched.He raised his head and asked the policeman: "Uncle, I have a question. There were no brake marks under the wheels of the minivan at the scene. Can I assume that the minivan did not brake at all when it hit my dad's minivan?"

The police uncle said kindly: "Don't worry, the perpetrator is fully responsible for this accident. The law will give you justice."

Cheng Xiaojing smiled reluctantly, but he thought in his heart, if the law can really give him justice according to the murder, then it is also possible.

The question is, what is the motivation?