today's island

This time, due to the large number of casualties due to the explosion, and the fact that Wei Fanghong, a key figure, was quickly locked down, everyone only paid attention to the kitchen after one night, and really didn't think about any problems with the guests.

Everyone looked through their own pages, trying to find problems in the death list. After 10 minutes, Cheng Mo held up the list: "Is it this?"

Everyone gathered together to see that the deceased and Tang Wen were not of the same age, they were over 50 years old.It seems that a family went to a hot pot restaurant to eat together. They were seriously injured in the explosion and died in the hospital.

"Jiang Minglang..." Ding Chenyu muttered the name, "It's kind of familiar."

"It's right to be familiar." Wan Yi quickly searched for this person, "He is the leader of the Urban Planning Bureau. Although we usually don't have access to it, he is already at the level where he will be taken care of if something happens."

It is impossible to get his detailed information from the task force, but there is his resume, and everyone read it together.He has been a civil servant since he was in his twenties and has been working in the urban planning department of Daocheng. He has been promoted all the way, but it can't be said that he was promoted exceptionally.

"I have a friend who works in their bureau, and I don't seem to have mentioned any scandals about him." Ding Chenyu recalled with a frown.

"There is no record of violation of discipline, no luxury car villa, ordinary family, and no family power." Wan Yi continued to search for this Jiang Minglang, his resume was very clean, "This is just a coincidence..."

The cause of death was glass shards piercing the trachea, bleeding and suffocation. Although it was a bit unlucky, it was very difficult to manipulate such a difficult movement, and it had to be within the scope of metaphysics.

"Don't you know the autopsy? There is still a difference between being killed by an explosion and being stabbed to death with glass. Even if Yan Yan has a genius in physics and chemistry, it doesn't matter which table he sits at will be killed by the explosion." Ling Xi shrugged, and then I took a sip of coffee, "Hurry up, this is the death certificate issued by the hospital, what if it is cremated."

"That makes sense." Lu Yuanzhe nodded and was about to set off immediately.

"I'll go too." Cheng Mo opened his eyes that were about to close, and stood up following Ling Xi.

"If you're sleepy, just go to sleep. Everyone always has to work shifts, and the corpse has to be brought back, and the autopsy can't be done in the mourning hall..." Lu Yuanzhe persuaded.

"What if a mascot is needed?" Cheng Mo asked.

"It will be needed." Ding Chenyu persuaded him, "Those who are engaged in urban planning may be a little superstitious, and don't want to be dissected?"

"I don't read much, so don't lie to me." Lu Yuanzhe didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Then let's go."

·

Before dawn, Jiang Minglang's wife and daughter were keeping watch.Now only relatives have arrived, and friends may come to express their condolences later.

After chasing from the hospital to the funeral parlor, Lu Yuanzhe also prepared a gift money, stepped forward and said that he was the criminal policeman in charge of this case, and Jiang Minglang's wife invited them in.

After finishing his condolences, Lu Yuanzhe pulled Mrs. Jiang aside and made his request.

"How can I do that?!" Madam Jiang suppressed her voice, but the surprise on her face was still very clear, "You just have to go to the hospital to have a look. Now that's all like this, do you still have to open the coffin? Explain, dissect, right?!"

They haven't thought about doing a thorough autopsy, they just plan to look at the wound first before making a conclusion. If the glass shards really pierced the trachea, bleeding and suffocating to death, they don't need to continue the examination.

"Just look at the wound, not open the chest." Lu Yuanzhe told her.

"No, no, no... you must not open the coffin." Mrs. Jiang waved her hands repeatedly, and then glanced at the family members, "There are not many people now, but all relatives will come in a while, and Mingming's parents, what do you want? Open the coffin in front of the old man?"

Being rejected for the second time, Lu Yuanzhe felt nervousness from her body. Her hands were mixed together, and her back was leaning against the corner wall, always in a defensive posture.

"Even if we do a post-mortem examination, it will be soon." Lu Yuanzhe begged.

"No, no, no." She still disagreed, "It's not delaying your work, this happened quite suddenly, everyone just accepted it, and I don't want to make any more troubles."

"Then tell us about yesterday's situation. Looking at the injury on your hand, are you there?" Lu Yuanzhe had no choice but to back down.

"I was there." Speaking of this, Mrs. Jiang lowered her head, with tears in her eyes, "Last night, our family went to eat hot pot together, and suddenly there was an explosion, and everyone fell to the ground. When we got up, Minglang fell to the ground, and the ground was covered in blood."

"Which table are you sitting at?" Lu Yuanzhe showed Mrs. Jiang the photos inside the store.

"Here." Mrs. Jiang pointed to a table by the window, her tone was affirmative, and she should have a deep impression.

It's really not far from the kitchen, the glass is all broken, and there are other people injured nearby.

For a while, he couldn't find a reason to force the autopsy. Lu Yuanzhe took a look at Cheng Mo, and Cheng Mo took a step forward at this time: "It's fine if we don't do the autopsy. Can we go to the house with you later? We want to find some Chief Jiang's hair for identification."

"Hair?" Mrs. Jiang looked up at him.

This time his daughter also heard it, she put down what she was doing, came over and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"

"They're going to our house to find Minglang's hair." Mrs. Jiang said while holding her daughter's hand, visibly flustered.

"Maybe I can't find it..." His daughter became more calm and refused embarrassingly, "the house is cleaned by a nanny every day."

"The explosion at nine o'clock last night is not yet six o'clock." Lu Yuanzhe frowned suspiciously, and it was much easier for his peers to deal with it. "Do you clean it during this time?"

His daughter froze for a moment, and was speechless for a while.

"It's not good for us to go to the office to find it. Everyone knows it, and it will affect Director Jiang's reputation." Cheng Mo added sincerely.

It was just a friendly reminder, but the mother and daughter panicked all of a sudden, as if they were about to cry, afraid of attracting other people's attention, they didn't say anything.

"Come here..." Mrs. Jiang pulled them out of the door, "I'm too busy today, I can't leave, so I'll talk to you in the car."

·

In the car driven by the Jiang family, Mrs. Jiang finally cried out.

"Everyone is dead, so don't hold him accountable for his mistakes, okay?" She opened her head, lowered her head, and confessed Jiang Minglang's situation to them.

"I don't know where Minglang became addicted to drugs. I think someone hurt him. Anyway, when I found out, half of the family savings had already been spent." She said incoherently, and described it to everyone. What happened.

About two years ago, she discovered that her husband had become addicted to drugs. Although this drug did not have such a big impact on people's health at first glance, burning money was like a bottomless pit, and soon half of the family property was lost.

Jiang Minglang also didn't want to lose the reputation of not being able to protect himself, he really wanted to control himself, but it was too difficult to quit drugs without relying on external forces, he kept talking about quitting, but he still couldn't quit.

It's been like this for two years, until an accident happened yesterday.

"It's a relief for him, too. He blames himself a lot, but there's nothing he can do about it." Mrs. Jiang sighed, wiping away her tears, "Bureau Tang came to express his condolences yesterday, and I hope you can see that they are friends who have forgotten the year. For the sake of face, don't pursue this matter, he took drugs, but he definitely didn't sell drugs."

The nature of drug abuse and drug trafficking is still far from the same, and she still understands this truth.

"Do you know where he buys drugs?" Lu Yuanzhe asked.

"I don't know, he is very jealous of us mentioning this, why would he tell me, if I didn't find out..." Mrs. Jiang broke down in tears as she spoke.

Lu Yuanzhe comforted her for a while, and finally brought the topic to the autopsy: "I trust you in the drug matter, and we won't pursue it anymore. Can we have the wound examined?"

"No way." Mrs. Jiang still resisted, "...you don't want to say that the explosion was related to him, you want him to take responsibility...Impossible, he is ready to resign, how could he get into any disputes. "

"No, no, you misunderstood. This matter has nothing to do with Director Jiang. We just want to make sure that someone took advantage of the chaos to assassinate him. You said that he wanted to quit drugs. Would he have any conflicts with drug dealers and be retaliated against? Already?" Lu Yuanzhe tried to excuse Jiang Minglang as much as possible, trying to win Mrs. Jiang's trust.

"That's possible. He is really determined to quit drugs." Mrs. Jiang nodded desperately, "But this case should be an accident, who can control the glass."

"Does Director Jiang want to resign?" Cheng Mo interjected softly.

"Yes." Mrs. Jiang replied, "We had already decided that after resigning, we would go abroad for recuperation and detoxification..."

As she spoke, she fell into sadness again, and didn't speak for a long time.

"To be honest, we have already found the murderer. We don't know Director Jiang. We just want to make sure that no one has fished in troubled waters." Lu Yuanzhe showed his card to him.

"Have you found the murderer?" Mrs. Jiang asked in surprise.

"Yes." Lu Yuanzhe nodded.

Begging again and again, Mrs. Jiang was afraid that the matter would be exposed, and she didn't dare to offend them. She let go and allowed them to take a look, but she couldn't take the body away.

·

Relatives avoided him, and they were finally able to open the coffin and examine Jiang Minglang's body.

"It's not easy to guess the drugs." Lu Yuanzhe glanced at Cheng Mo, and said the compliment he had held back for a long time.

"Look at the luxury rings and earrings." Cheng Mo replied, "Her wedding ring is quite expensive, but the handbag is very old, the earrings have been taken off, and the clothes are all old luxury items. Yes. Didn’t you say that white lemon is considered a high-end product in drugs, I just thought about it.”

"Yeah." Lu Yuanzhe looked back at his family's car again, "The car hasn't been taken care of for a long time, so I don't have that kind of thought."

It didn't take much effort, and it couldn't be hidden, Ling Xi only took a look, and was sure the wound wasn't made of glass.

No matter how broken glass is, it will leave some residue stuck in the wound, or leave some uneven scratches. This is not at all. The wound is long and narrow and accompanied by tears. look.

He took a few photos and signaled that Lu Yuanzhe could cover them up.

"How is it?" Mrs. Jiang pulled them alone and asked about the situation.

"It was scratched by a blade." Ling Xi only briefly described the result, "Recall, did anyone approach your table that night?"

"Is there anyone..." Mrs. Jiang recalled confusedly, and nodded after a while, "Yes, the waiter helped us up, okay?"

"Which one is it?" Lu Yuanzhe handed him the list.

"Which one..." She looked through the list, and even asked her daughter to look at it together, but she couldn't find that person.

Her daughter's thinking was clearer: "It's a young man, but we don't remember the specifics. The waiter in the store wore a mask."

Memories of major accidents are often blurred, and they don't force it.

"Finally, how did you decide to go to that hot pot restaurant, was it temporary?" Lu Yuanzhe asked.

"It was decided two days ago. Minglang really likes hot pot." Mrs. Jiang replied. After thinking about it, anyway, she said everything she knew. Not very happy, and specifically told me not to talk nonsense with others, and not to call the police if something happened. I asked him what was wrong, and he said it was nothing. He was afraid that someone would be dissatisfied with his resignation. I didn't expect this to happen. .”

"Understood, thank you, you also pay attention to safety, the special case team is willing to help at any time." Lu Yuanzhe comforted them a few more words, and finally said goodbye.