heart poison

There is a saying in Los Angeles that the east is rich and the south is rich, while the west is poor and the north is cheap.The Fukang District in the west is the site of the old city in the past. It has "Fu" in its name, but it is the poorest of the five districts in the main city.Empty factories, crumbling old houses, crowded and noisy counterfeit streets, and mahjong halls full of swear words are like a pile of construction waste that occupies a huge area and is difficult to clean up. Like the people living in it, although they have long been The times have been eliminated, but they still guard the land under their feet with erosion and tenacity.

The poorest Fukang District is the place where the city woke up first.

Even before dawn, the steamed stuffed bun and fried dough sticks shop, which looks like a black workshop, is busy.Under the dim light, the oil-stained couple, father and son were standing in front of the steaming stove, kneading noodles, boiling water, and mincing meat.If you get up late, you will not be able to catch up with the morning market before the white-collar workers go to work.

Cooking smoke made a blurry white opening in the dark and gloomy dilapidated alley, and the dirty water used was poured out of the door, and the whole alley was filled with a disgusting fishy smell.

At the same time, the towering office buildings in Luo'an District in the south are still sleeping in the quiet night, and outside the single-family villas in Mingluo District in the east, the street lamps are like well-trained guards, guarding the owner's peace all night long.

It can be seen that the saying "the harder you work, the better your life" is not suitable for the poor struggling in the low mud.

There was a little light in the sky, diluting the dark night into blue and purple.

A few years ago, the Los Angeles Municipal Government issued new regulations, allowing mobile cars to sell breakfast at designated locations in bus stops, subway stations, parks, and commercial centers, but they must close the stalls before 9:[-] in the morning and take away the surrounding garbage.If you stay overtime, the mobile car will be detained and you will have to pay a fine that is not cheap.

In order to seize the site with the most traffic, the peddlers get up earlier and earlier, and they can't wait to go to the bus station in the middle of the night.

Qiu Dakui, the son of Old Man Qiu's family, played cards too late last night and woke up half an hour late.The old man Qiu was sitting astride the tricycle, blowing his beard and staring with anger, scolding his son repeatedly for not living up to expectations, the good land was snatched by Li Baolian's family at the street corner.

Qiu Dakui is in his late thirties this year. He is poor and unmotivated. Six years ago, he managed to find a wife to make do with. This wife got cancer not long after giving birth.

How can poor families afford the consumption? After only a few months, people are gone.

The daughter lost her mother, so Qiu Dakui and old man Qiu worked together from dawn to dusk to do business.It can be said to be a business, but it is nothing more than getting up to fry fried dough sticks before the chicken crows, selling lunch when the breakfast is sold out, and selling supper when the dinner is sold out.I can't make a lot of money a day, so I live frugally, and at least save the money for my daughter to go to school.

Qiu Dakui is uneducated and has no quality of life. His only hobby is playing cards. He has bad luck at poker. He loses nine out of ten times. .

Because of Qiu Dakuina's extra half hour of sleep, the bus station was sold out.At 9:[-], the urban management came to persuade him with kind words, so the old man Qiu had to close the stall, and there was still less than half of the hemp garden fried dough sticks in the car.On the way home, the old man Qiu yelled at Qiu Dakui again, and Chen Nian jumped out like a shit, scolding Qiu Dakui so much that he couldn't lift his head.

After losing his wife, Qiu Dakui's temper has calmed down a lot. He didn't bother to argue with the old man who messed around. He parked the tricycle and went out to smoke. , If you shake it a few times, I'm afraid it will fall off by itself.

Qiu Dakui sighed and walked towards the alley.

It's spring, and Qiu Dakui is going to the counterfeit place in Erli Lane to find a beautiful dress for his daughter.

Of course, he has been to those bright palace-like shopping malls in Luo'an District and Mingluo District. He even took his daughter to shop a year ago. I couldn't afford a dress, so I finally had to buy a set meal for my daughter at the nearby McDonald's.

All the people wandering in the counterfeit street were acquaintances. Qiu Dakui walked around and quickly bought a lace skirt for 80 yuan. Thinking that he would sell it at the lunch market later, he hurried home.

I didn't know that I smelled a strange smell before I got home.

It's not even time for lunch, so there shouldn't be a bad smell in the alley.He looked in the direction of the smell, and found that it came from near his home.

Could it be that the old man made lunch early?

He was a little flustered, worried that he would be scolded again if he missed the cooking time.When I smelled the smell again, I felt that it was too stinky, not like the usual bad smell.

Old man Qiu was not actually a black-hearted seller, but he was too poor and stingy, and he couldn't bear to throw away the expired meat. He not only made buns to sell, but also cooked at home and ate it with cowpea pickled peppers.

It's just winter, but now that spring is here and the temperature is rising, the smell is particularly irritating.

Qiu Dakui was used to eating expired meat, and there was nothing wrong with eating it, but he never let his daughter eat it. Now, the more he smelled it, the more he felt something was wrong. When he opened the door, he saw that the old man was making lunch, and there was no one in his family.

He opened the refrigerator, took out all the meat and smelled it, and felt strange, it didn't smell like this.

The Qiu family lived in a one-story brick and tile house built in the 80s and [-]s. The gate was next to a passing alley, and behind it was a wasteland full of weeds and sewage. Usually, few people went to the wasteland.

Qiu Dakui couldn't find the source of the smell at home, so he simply closed the door and walked a long way to the wasteland.

In spring, the grass on the wasteland grew half a person's height, and when the wind blew, the strange smell became stronger.

Qiu Dakui had dealt with uncorrupted meat for decades, and decided that it had a strange taste. He covered his nose and mouth and groped for it. After walking for a while, he was so smoked that he felt nauseated. Suddenly his pupils shrank, and he saw several people lying horizontally in the grass. A wooden board, a bunch of flies hovering above the board, buzzing and buzzing, the sound is alarming.

That's where the stench comes from!

Qiu Dakui approached cautiously, and stretched his neck to look under the wooden plank, but after only one glance, he yelled out in fright.

Under the tattered and damp wooden planks were a pair of legs whose feet had all been cut off.

"The body of a single female white-collar worker was dumped, and her death was shocking. Experts advise women not to go out alone late at night..."

Chen Zheng swiped his thumb on the phone screen, reading the headlines from the local self-media public account "Morning Los Angeles" word by word, with a distinct vertical line frowning between his brows.

Half a minute later, he hastily read the entire report, put down his phone and rubbed his temples, and whispered to himself: "Dick experts. These days, the two of you can become fucking experts if you talk to each other."

The report was 3000 words long, and if it was published in a newspaper, it would take up three-quarters of the page, but the entire article was nonsense, and the experts' exhortations alone took up 2700 words.

"Let's talk about that thing early in the morning, okay, you Chen team." Han Qu had just finished his run. He was not wearing a uniform, and his black vest outlined his muscular upper body. Without knocking on the door, he put the bun he was carrying into Throwing it on the table, "Huahua hasn't come yet? Give him the steamed stuffed bun for me later. Mushroom beef. He used to eat this most on my team."

Chen Zheng raised his eyelids, gave Han Qu a sideways look, picked up the bun and put it in his mouth.

"Fuck!" Han Qu hurriedly raised his hand to grab it, "I bought breakfast for my Hua Hua, what are you eating?"

"It's late." Chen Zheng chewed two mouthfuls before swallowing, "The Fukang branch just transferred a case, and Hua'er is already on the scene."

"What case?" Han Qu is the captain of the special police detachment of the Municipal Bureau. Although he likes to go to the criminal investigation detachment when he has nothing to do, he doesn't know every case.

Chen Zheng pushed the phone in front of him, "Here. The identity of the deceased is more sensitive - a single female white-collar worker, with a strong sense of substitution, plus the tragic death, the murderer raped and tortured corpses, which is likely to cause social panic. Yesterday the police station And the brothers from the sub-bureau did not go in time, and the photos of the scene taken by the surrounding residents have already leaked out. The sub-bureau couldn’t handle it, so we had to turn it around.”

Han Qu frowned, "Single women have been murdered. There have been many cases across the country this year. The pressure from the top is not small, right?"

"Nonsense." Chen Zheng sighed, "There was a meeting in the middle of the night, and a bunch of instructions were issued. Bureau Meng asked me to catch the murderer as soon as possible, so that I can give an explanation to the citizens."

Han Qu patted Chen Zheng on the shoulder, "I'll leave the buns to you. What's inside, my Huahua stayed in the Northwest for two years, and suffered a lot of major and minor injuries. Her body is incomparable to what she was in her early twenties. You know that."

Chen Zheng gnawed on the steamed stuffed bun, but didn't speak.

Han Qu said again: "He insisted on transferring your Criminal Investigation Detachment when he came back. I have no choice but to respect his decision. But he is here with you. As the detachment leader, don't squeeze him too hard."

Chen Zheng was helpless: "You think I want to? But Hua'er is the leader of the serious crime team, and this case can only be entrusted to him."

The wind in early spring was damp, sticky and heavy, and the smell of corpses lingered in the air. Even after the victim's body had been moved, there was still that scalp-numbing smell in the wasteland where the corpse was buried.

Hua Chong lifted the police isolation tape and stood at the ruined scene, his two slanted eyebrows were deeply frowned. After a while, he squatted in the grass, twirling the twisted weeds with his right hand wearing a latex glove.

There are no valuable clues left at the scene.

Yesterday, the police from the police station arrived in a hurry after receiving the report, but the residents who heard Qiu Dakui's exclamation came faster.Everyone scrambled to get into the grass, bluffing and screaming, and after one wave was finished, another wave came again.

When the police pulled up the isolation belt, the wooden boards pressing on the corpse had been lifted, and the muddy ground was full of messy footprints, and even the wooden boards had been stepped on by more than a dozen feet.

When the trace inspector from the sub-bureau arrived, there were already countless footprints on top of the footprints.

It can be said that the original site was almost completely destroyed.

Hua Chong stood up, only to see a circle of curious children outside the isolation zone.

This area is called Daoqiao Road, the most difficult place to govern in Fukang District in the west of the city.The economy, public security, and environment are all poor. The neighborhood is almost full of brick and tile bungalows. Most of the residents do not have stable jobs and rely on selling breakfast and boxed lunches for a living.In the morning, it was time to call for business, and the children who stayed at home were left unattended, and crowded together in groups of threes and twos to watch the fun.

Hua Chong beckoned to them, the timid ran away without looking back, and boldly moved forward a few steps.A black and thin boy who was as clever as a monkey jumped over and rolled his eyes: "Hello sir!"

Hua Chong smiled, thinking that the monkey must have watched too many Hong Kong movies.

Hou'er gave a funny salute, "Sir, when will you be able to solve the case?"

The current case is still unclear. Hua Chong received a call from Chen Zheng early in the morning, and brought several investigators from the serious crime team over to re-investigate the scene. After the autopsy and physical and chemical test results came out, he would go back to hold a special case meeting.

After sorting out the case initially, he had many doubts in his heart, so he picked one point and asked: "This wasteland is tall and wide, why don't you usually like to come and play?"

"Parents don't allow it, saying that this place is too desolate, there is a lot of garbage, and it is easy to get sick in hot weather. Last year when Li Kouzi came to catch spiders, he was cut on his knee by a broken wine bottle and bled a lot..." Monkey He suddenly stopped talking, and looked at Hua Chong with wide eyes: "Sir, how do you know that we don't usually come here to play?"

"Guess." Hua Chong thought, if you came here often, the victim's body might have been discovered early in the morning.

"Can you guess this?" Hou'er didn't believe it, and wanted to ask again, but his companion suddenly shouted: "Zhang Pi, your mother is back after selling porridge!"

The monkey was startled and ran away, and the children who were not far away also ran away without a trace.

Hua Chong looked at the time, and it was already past 9:[-], and the breakfast sellers had already returned one after another.

At this moment, Qu Zhi, the deputy head of the serious crime team, ran from the house, followed by a greasy middle-aged man.

"Flower Team, this is the person who found the body yesterday, Qiu Dakui."