Dirt

At nine o'clock at night, the room was fully heated, and the remains of two cups of milk tea were quietly lying in the trash can. On the table, a cup of freshly warmed milk was steaming, and the same cup next to it was empty.

He Yuan came out of the bathroom with his upper body bare, grabbed a towel and casually wiped his hair that was still dripping, and saw Miao Miao looking very at ease, leaning back slightly on the sofa with his thighs crossed. He was also holding a book, and the warm yellow light on the round table shone on him, adding a touch of warmth to him.

"What are you looking at?" He Yuan asked.

"The Big Question by Robert Solomon." Miao Miao replied.

"Huh? Whose problem?" He Yuan asked again.

Miao Miao raised his eyes, the contempt in his eyes couldn't be more obvious: "I have a problem."

He Yuan's eyes shifted slightly, and he thought: "What's wrong with him? Could it be that he feels love for me? How should I tell my mother that I am liked by a man, but what should Bu Zhao do? Thinking of him like this It's quite pitiful, since ancient times, officials and gangsters have had different paths, so Bu Zhao would have been abandoned, and I'd be the wild man who made Miao Miao half-hearted, how can I become a green tea man when I'm done?"

The air was quiet for a few seconds, and the two looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Alas..." He Yuan sighed, turned around and entered the bedroom with Miao Miao's bewildered expression.

He Yuan's mobile phone on the coffee table rang suddenly, and the ringing rang throughout the empty living room. Miao Miao looked away from the book, it was Zhang Ju's call.

"He Yuan, your phone is ringing." Miao Miao raised her voice, uttering every word clearly and brightly, for fear that He Yuan would not hear.

"Here we come~" He Yuan responded in the bedroom.

After changing into pajamas and standing next to the sofa to answer the phone, He Yuan's face became darker and darker, and he glanced at Miao Miao from time to time. After looking up and down Miao Miao, he retracted his gaze, showing a look of hatred for iron. .

Miao Miao didn't know what to say again, wondering if He Yuan's face was paralyzed while taking a bath, he hung up the phone after a while, sat down next to Miao Miao with his legs paralyzed, and sighed heavily again.

He Yuan glanced at Miao Miao: "Master, tell me the truth, is the mascot your ancestors believed in a crow?"

"Ah?" Miao Miao was startled: "My ancestors believed in the Ba La La Little Demon Fairy."

He Yuan smiled wryly: "In the afternoon, the case of Century High School was transferred to the City Bureau, and the forensic autopsy of the Third District Bureau detected that the deceased's body was freshly ruptured, but there was no body and other male body, only... Paint and sawdust... The nature of the case is too bad, so it was transferred to the Municipal Bureau overnight, let's go, change clothes and go back to work overtime."

Miao Miao's heart was lifted violently, and the tingling pain from the numbness made him unable to breathe for a long time.

"What else did Bureau Zhang say?" Miao Miao's mind went blank for a few seconds, his pupils dilated slightly, and he uttered these words in an inaudible voice.

He Yuan spat out a smoke ring heavily: "This is all the information obtained from the autopsy so far. The forensic report of the sub-bureau has been sent to the conference room, and the body of the deceased is undergoing handover procedures. Wait for Ma Nan to go to the city bureau for further autopsy. What do you think it will be?" What about the kids?"

The monster under the boundless ice broke through the ice again, and floated on the water, spitting out blood-red letters. The water under it exuded a deadly breath like an abyss.

Miao Miao's whole body was visibly frozen, and even her breathing became rapid. After a long time, she bent down and rested her hands on her knees to calm down, and squeezed out a sentence between her teeth: "I don't know."

The warm air in the air flowed slowly, and He Yuan swallowed the slightly cold milk on the table in one gulp, and put one hand on the back of Miao Miao's hand: "If you feel uncomfortable, stay at home. I'll go to the city bureau to have a look."

"No, I'm fine, I'm just full of milk tea, let's go." Miao Miao stood up and went straight back to the room. After 2 minutes, she was fully dressed and stood at the entrance with her head down, wondering what she was thinking.

He Yuan quickly changed his clothes and was just about to go out, when he suddenly remembered something, turned around and went back to the bedroom, after a while, with a mysterious smile on his face, he walked to Miao Miao's side at the entrance.

"Guess what I brought you?"

Miao Miao didn't even raise her eyelids, and said with care and dignity, "I don't drive."

He Yuan: "This is when you were hospitalized. I took time to go back to my old house to get it. Vanilla coffee ~ I brought you all."

It took Miao Miao a few seconds to react before he took a large box of coffee that was full, and suddenly felt sad, and it took him a long time to say in a very low voice, "Thank you."

He Yuan saw that Miao Miao's state was very wrong from just now, as if he was deliberately covering up some unknown nightmare, but he didn't know how to ask, Miao Miao would never be clear to him, as if there was one among them. An airtight wall, the side of the wall is so cold that a person will only hang a rope from the top of the wall when he is in a good mood, let him try his best to climb up to see what's going on, but in the end he finds that there is another layer on the side of the wall. black mist.

"Let's go, I'll drive." He Yuan reached out and patted the coffee box in Miao Miao's hand twice: "You are in good health, so you don't have to follow through with this case. You can go to my office to sleep after the case is over. Save it for tomorrow."

Miao Miao shook her head: "It's okay, I'm young, let you sleep on the sofa."

"Depend on……"

The white Toule is flying fast in the night, coincidentally there is only one red light along the way.

In the meeting room of the city bureau, Liu Mingwu, the captain of the criminal police division of the sub-bureau, was already sitting there waiting for He Yuan, accompanied by the forensic doctor of the sub-bureau and several police officers. After burning, a whole piece of burnt soot hangs stubbornly on it.

"Bang!" The door of the meeting room was pushed open violently, bringing up a gust of wind, and the piece of soot still couldn't hold back, and fell on the meeting table.

He Yuan walked straight to the front of the conference table with a cigarette in his mouth, brushed his hair back casually, raised his chin and said, "Let's report directly."

Liu Mingwu glanced at He Yuan, saw that he was so virtuous as "I'm just so dragging", and wanted to slap the table and leave, but the murder case was in front of him, and there was nothing they could do if the old Liu family organized a group and couldn't get used to it. After a few seconds, Liu Mingwu felt angry. Press out the cigarette:

"The deceased, Han Qing, jumped to his death at [-]:[-] p.m. in the central teaching building of Century High School. No second person was found in the on-site trace examination. It was presumed to be a suicide. The family members of the deceased have claimed the body and agreed to the police to conduct an autopsy. The current autopsy shows that , the deceased had been subjected to inhuman abuse before his death, and he initially suspected that the deceased could not bear the abuse, so he chose to commit suicide by jumping off a building, please report the results of the autopsy."

Liu Mingwu tapped the table, and the forensic doctor of the sub-bureau stood up and saluted, pushed the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said with a serious face:

"The results of the preliminary autopsy showed that the body of the deceased was hollowed out by multiple bamboo blows, that is, rail-like contusions. He had been beaten with a stick or something during his lifetime. Red paint components, a small amount of sawdust, and... blue ink components were extracted from the mucous membrane, presumed to be ballpoint pen ink, and other results need to be determined by the forensic doctor of the Municipal Bureau for the next autopsy."

The photos of the deceased and the student files were enlarged and displayed on the screen. He Yuan nodded and signaled the forensic doctor of the sub-bureau to sit down. According to the autopsy report, he cleared his throat: "What did the teacher say in his confession?"

"I asked the head teacher of the deceased and several teachers, and their confessions were roughly the same. Almost all of the deceased had excellent academic performance, had a mild temper and never quarreled and fought. They were students that the school focused on training, and no useful clues were extracted." Liu Mingwu replied.

He Yuan thought for a moment, then suddenly changed the subject: "Miao Miao, what do you say?"

Miao Miao was stunned in front of everyone's eyes, raised his black brows, looked around with his pupils flickering in his eye sockets, and said calmly:

"The group of students who were with the deceased at noon can focus on investigating. As for the abuse tool, I prefer mops or brooms. Basically every classroom has these two. If there is no sexual assault, then the abuser is Girls or adults are more likely to get it, after all, boys at this age don't have that strong self-control ability, and there is one more thing..."

Miao Miao paused, took a deep breath and continued: "The file shows that the deceased had been living with his 63-year-old grandfather. Elderly people at this age usually pay attention to burrowing into the ground and leaving a whole body, but he agreed with our police. Autopsy, I think he may have a general understanding of the deceased's situation in school, of course, the above are my personal opinions."

While speaking, Miao Miao seemed a little uncomfortable. His slender fingers kept rubbing the corner of the report paper repeatedly, and his brows were slightly knit together. His eyes did not stay on anyone in the room, but looked at the chandelier on the ceiling.

All of Miao Miao's obvious and inconspicuous small movements are reflected in He Yuan's eyes. He doesn't understand why Miao Miao suddenly has no pores all over his body showing discomfort. After thinking about it for a few seconds, his mind is still blank, so he can only stretch out his hand to meet Liu Mingwu's murderous eyes. After touching his cigarette case, he forced himself to skip this question with the strength of the cigarette.

The meeting room was quiet for a few minutes, only the sound of flipping through report papers and the sound of lighters being ignited, and everyone was concentrating on checking the autopsy report.

A few minutes later, He Yuan pinched his cigarette and stood up: "Deputy Wei's recuperation will be over soon, we can't let him have to work overtime as soon as he returns to work, so our city bureau won't be too conscientious." Okay, so this case must be solved as soon as possible. Gao Chen, go and visit the staff and students of Century High School, and get as many words as you can from them without affecting the students' learning. Dong Jie, Revisit the scene tomorrow morning..."

He Yuan looked around the conference room and asked in confusion, "Where's Mi Yue?"

"Boss, Mi Yue went on a date with a civil police officer tonight, so I didn't call her." Gao Chen replied in a low voice.

"Dating? Is letting her come to the city bureau just to catch a girl? Does it mean that every time I go on a date, I have to give her a special leave? I've been single for 33 years, let alone a girl, so I'm female. I haven't even touched a dog's paw, she just came to the city bureau for a few days, and she made a love affair with me, call me back! If you can't come back in half an hour, go back to the factory directly!"

Miao Miao rested his forehead with one hand and whispered, "It's so sour."

He Yuanbi's posture flickered, and the eyes of all the police officers in the conference room slowly realized that it was indeed a bit sore, and seemed to bear it: "Don't call her back, Gao Chen will visit tomorrow and bring her, the policewoman and Students communicate better."