The slaughter of the bones [criminal investigation]

As he expected, no one answered when he knocked on the door.

"Yu Lu?" Nie Zheng called out tentatively.

A gust of cold wind blew by, except for the swaying of the branches, there was no other sound, and the air was terrifyingly quiet.

Nie Zheng took a clear picture of the doorknob below with the light of his mobile phone, and with the mentality of giving it a try, he held the handle and pressed it down. The result was unexpected—the door opened.

Nie Zheng himself was a little dazed, but when he came to his senses, he had already stepped into the door with one foot due to the gravity of the forward lean.

It was dark in front of his eyes, the lights in the room were not turned on, and he tried to call Yu Lu's name twice, but naturally no one would reply him, and it seemed that no one was in the room.

Soon, he felt for the light switch and pressed it. After two horrific hissing sounds, a wobbly incandescent lamp lit up in the center of the room, right behind a desk. Be aware of what's in the room.

At that moment, the things in the room successfully subverted Nie Zheng's impression of this little gangster again.

The walls and the like of the room are naturally very old, but there is no dust on them, and it seems that people have lived there not long ago.There is a shelf next to the desk, and the books on it are full of piles.

It's not comics or the like, but very serious tutorial books, and some of them look very worn out.

He seemed to understand how Yu Lu's self-study became a talent.

According to Qiao Xiaozhi, Yu Lu came back here once after being framed at the age of 17, but for some reason the people around him looked at him strangely, so he never wanted to go back.

——After all, no one will listen to explaining to anyone.

Nie Zheng tried to call him two more times, looked outside the half-opened door, it was pitch black, even if Yu Lu came, he couldn't see it.

He glanced at his phone, there was no new news, he wanted to wait and see, but there seemed to be no place to sit in the narrow space except for a bed that could barely squeeze a person, and there seemed to be a chair in front of the desk Yes, but it's gone now.

It's always not good to be a man in bed, so he had no choice but to find a place where he could get his feet and stand.

Maybe it was to pass the time or maybe he wanted to temporarily forget the itching feeling in his heart, so he took out his mobile phone to review the details of the case.

Do a simple addition and subtraction to calculate how many people the murderer has killed. The answer is that there are already about thirty.He couldn't quite understand why the interval between the first and second serial murders was three years, and there was only a few months left after that.

But for now, I can't think of a reason.There is no connection between the deceased in each case. Occasionally, one or two people who may know each other are found, and there are too many unrelated people among them.

A message popped up on Nie Zheng's mobile phone window: Another company with a market value of over [-] million went bankrupt, and the leak of commercial secrets may be involved behind it...

He frowned and closed the pop-up window, but he still felt that the title looked familiar.

……

"Two more beers, please."

The dilapidated house went straight forward for hundreds of meters, and there were many people sitting in the bar that still looked like it might be on the verge of collapse. A young man who was flushed and hot because he was slightly drunk put down his beer glass and waved to the waiter at the bar.

As the hour hand approached twelve o'clock, he looked at the disaster messages on his phone. There were greetings and requests from Nie Zheng from time to time, and Qiao Xiaozhi's series of bombings that had hundreds of messages since today.

The messages were all marked with unread red dots, because he didn't dare to open them at all.

The waiter took away the three empty beer glasses in front of Yu Lun, and handed over two full ones.

Yu Lu, who hadn't touched alcohol for three years, found that he was still not easy to get drunk. After drinking five or six cups, he only got a little body heat, and his heartbeat was not as fast as when he was flirting with Nie Zheng.

The waiter looked at his pale face dull in the dim light, and asked a little bit tangled, "Are you an adult?"

Just as Yu Lu picked up the wine, he shrugged with an embarrassed smile, and stretched out the ID card that had been kept in the khaki bag to show him, the waiter shut up and left.

ID is probably not valid, but proof of your age is fine.

His back was sweating, and he could vaguely see a long scar extending from the left shoulder blade to the lower right. It was clearly covered with a layer of gauze, which still made people feel scary, and even produced "this person It’s like this, it’s not dead yet.”

It's not the first time Yu Lu has been seriously injured like this, and he's used to burns, but this time the sting pain made him sore, so he had to do something else to distract his attention.

He plucked up the courage to click on the chat with Qiao Xiaozhi, and the sentence "still alive and squeak" was particularly eye-catching.

Yu Lu: Squeak squeak.

Qiao Xiaozhi replied in seconds: ...

Qiao Xiaozhi: What kind of mouse are you?

Yu Lu: Get the hell out of your mouse, what are you doing? Do you think I'm so easy to lose my hair?

Qiao Xiaozhi: Walking around with that kind of injury, I am really worried that you are cold, dear, come over for a review, I really admire that you can still walk.

Yu Lu: Hey, I'll come to your place in three hours to open or not.

Qiao Xiaozhi: I don't think I can make it through.

Yu Lu: Then I'll come over and wake you up when the time comes, wait for me to drink some more.

Qiao Xiaozhi: ... What the hell are you drinking? !scare me? !

Yu Lu: What's the matter if I quit drinking a little?

Yu Lu looked at the five or six empty beer glasses in front of him, um, yes, just a few, not counting the ones that were still recycled.

Qiao Xiaozhi: Yulu, with such a long wound on your uncle, are you still drinking to death?

Yu Lu: It’s okay, Doctor Pig, I believe in your medical skills.

Qiao Xiaozhi: I don't believe it.By the way, did Team Nie look for you?

Yu Lu: How do I know, isn't he hiding in a bar?

Qiao Xiaozhi: Stop drinking immediately and come over to me, md, please don't add to my voluntary workload, please.

Yu Lu: The last cup.

Qiao Xiaozhi: ...how much did you drink?

Yu Lu: Preliminary estimate is more than ten cups?

Qiao Xiaozhi: Damn you, are you sick? Is the wound oozing blood?

Yu Lu: Not for the time being, hiss...it hurts a bit.

Qiao Xiaozhi: Please drive me here at the speed of a [-]-meter sprint.

Yu Lu drank the last glass of wine in one breath, collected the money he had looted from the small room where he hadn't been back for three years, paid the bill and left.

Yu Lu: All right, all right, I'll go back first, I forgot to lock the door when I went out in a hurry.

Qiao Xiaozhi: Do you think there is anything worth stealing in your room?

Yu Lu: What if a robber comes.

Qiao Xiaozhi: Don't brag, I'll wait for you awake at the clinic, and hurry over here before the fragment is broken.

Qiao Xiaozhi put on his white coat and asked himself, how did a person who couldn't get drunk after drinking more than a dozen glasses of beer drink until he lost consciousness and vomited out all his affairs three years ago.

I really admire it.

……

Yu Lu endured the pain and walked up to the second floor of the dilapidated apartment building. He was a little dizzy, but he could barely see the road. I can forget it, at worst, I will have another drunk madness after a long time, I didn't expect that I would be in pain before that.

He leaned on the wall halfway, saw the light in his room, frowned slightly, and walked in cautiously.

"Fuck." He yelled in a voice only he could hear.

Once, he could see Nie Zheng standing in his room with a sad face, as if he was waiting for him to come back.

Yu Luxin thought: ... Doctor Pig, I can't stop talking to you.

When he was hiding back, he staggered and almost fell, and there was some movement. Nie Zheng seemed to have heard the movement, opened the door, and poked his head around: "Yu Lu?" He asked softly.

Yu Lu was covering his mouth desperately at this time, almost suffocated to death, and was caught in the stairwell without daring to move.

Hearing two footsteps, he curiously stretched out half of his head to investigate the situation. Seeing Nie Zheng walking back, he was relieved, and he thought about running back now, as a chance encounter, and returning to the life with Team Nie.

But this kind of thinking collapsed the moment he saw Nie Zheng's broken arm, and there were countless apologies in his heart. He felt that it was his own responsibility that caused Nie Zheng's injury-in fact, it was indeed wrong. Be with him.

Knowing that he couldn't go back now, he tiptoed downstairs, propped his arms on the wall, took a few deep breaths, and clicked on the messages sent by Nie Zheng in the past few days.

They are all asking "where are you", there are a few sentences that are like love words, and there are a few that tell him what happened to the case recently.

Yu Lu began to struggle again, and finally held back, and in a blink of an eye, he dialed Nie Zheng's number with the help of Jiu Jin.

Yu Lu who came back to his senses: ...

One second before he was about to hang up, Nie Zheng answered.

Before Lun could react, he rushed towards him preemptively: "Where are you?"

"I..." Yu Lu felt a great deal of embarrassment on his head, and his surroundings were clearly very quiet, but he could only hear his own heartbeat beating extremely fast, "Then what's the matter, how is your injury?" He tried to divert topic.

"No injuries." The last time Nie Zheng's voice was so urgent, it was probably when he advised people not to jump off the building. "Where are you? I heard you were seriously injured?"

"Uh..." Yu Lu really wanted to scold someone who was waiting for his informant, "It's okay, it's nothing serious." He just collapsed in pain.

"Well," Nie Zheng's voice trembled a little, "I'm in the house you used to live in."

"I saw it," Yu Lu said with an unhappy expression, found a passing taxi, and got in, "That team Nie, I think I can calm down for a few more days?" He wiped the sweat from his brow .

He is cowardly, too cowardly to imagine what will happen after meeting Nie Zheng again.

Nie Zheng on the other end of the phone was quiet for a moment, "Okay," I don't know if he was a little disappointed or joyful, "I'll wait."

Yu Lu knew that reunion with Nie Zheng was equivalent to participating in the investigation as a complicated identity, and his words and deeds at that time may affect the development of the whole matter. It may be that the less than enough alcohol added to the negative emotions, and he felt very sad. nervous.

"Captain Nie," he sat on the back seat of the taxi with a hunched posture, "do you believe me?" He clenched his phone tightly, as if he couldn't hear Nie Zheng if he didn't clenched it so tightly.

Nie Zheng didn't hesitate at all this time: "Believe me." It's hard to overstate the person who saved his life twice.

"En." Yu Lu hung up the phone, heaved a long sigh of relief, looked up to the window, it was pitch black, but there were street lights in the distance.

He picked up his phone, tapped it twice, and the chat history with Xiao Kai earlier today was impressively in his mind.