God of unknown origin, please don't ask [criminal investigation]

The old man picked up his walking stick, pointed at the man, and his old bark-like face trembled slightly: "How did your sister die, you don't know why? He Changsheng, can you really sleep at night?"

"This old rascal is talking nonsense again. Comrade policeman, please ignore him. This old bastard has a problem with his head. If you don't believe me, go and ask. I think this old bastard has already taken a fancy to my sister, and he still thinks about it." An old cow eats young grass."

Wen Xichun pretended to believe and nodded, and saluted the couple: "Then I will trouble you to assist in the investigation."

The woman grabbed the door frame, opened her mouth slightly as if she wanted to say something, but was frightened by her husband's look, and almost dragged into the room.

The door slammed shut.

"Ah—" a long sigh, with a little old breath.

Several people looked at each other, and Wen Xichun walked over.

"Old man, from your tone, you seem to know something."

The old man was leaning on crutches, and his cloudy eyeballs were looking at something without focus: "You heard it too, I am a sick person, can you believe what a lunatic says?"

Wen Xichun smiled: "Believe me, I will believe all the truth no matter who it comes from."

The old man sighed slightly: "Three years or four years, I can't remember, I have been neighbors with this He family for three or four years."

The old man narrowed his eyes, as if lost in memory.

"There are two dolls in their family. The older one is the ignorant scum you just met, and the younger one is the girl you asked about. Both of their family came from the mountains. When they came to settle here, the scum just married I have a daughter-in-law, if you want me to tell you, the hearts of this family are all biased."

"Why did the old man say that?" Yun Mu asked with a smile.

The old man shook his head, his expression was incomprehensible: "It's said to raise children to prevent old age, those brats in my family, it would be nice to come back during the Chinese New Year, my daughter lives in the urban area, sixty to seventy kilometers away, and she has to come back every weekend Look at me, the old He family is the same, what do you get after working so hard to raise a son."

Speaking of the excitement, the old man angrily knocked on the ground with his crutches: "The old couple worked so hard to save the little money all their lives, and bought him this house. Yingying is a very good girl in her studies. Their teacher came to visit her home before. She said that no matter how hard she tried, she would definitely be able to go to some 211 school, but she dropped out of school in the second year of high school, saying that she wanted to... earn money to buy a big house for my brother in the urban area."

"You say that He Changsheng is worthless. He can't study and study, and he can't make money. Playing mahjong is a professional level. Every day, he invites a group of friends to play mahjong on the second floor. His wife cleans up the house for him, and usually goes out to play mahjong. Do odd jobs, but if you ask me, this He Changsheng is a bottomless pit that cannot be filled.”

Wen Xichun nodded: "What about He Yingying?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, his original angry expression slowly subsided, and he was a little confused: "Sold."

"Sold?!" Huang Jiu exclaimed.

"When the girl just dropped out of school, the family planned to let her marry a rich man to help He Changsheng, but the girl refused and ran away. After two or three years, the family brought her back crying. It happened at the end of last month."

Wen Xichun recorded it casually, and raised his eyes to see the old man's expression.

"I even wondered if Yingying was born in their family? Even if she was a stepfather and stepmother, she wouldn't be able to do such a beastly thing."

Wen Xichun straightened his body: "What does this sentence mean?"

The old man looked up at the sky and heaved a long sigh: "I heard the quarrel in their family before, it seems that He Changsheng has some physical problems, so he hasn't had a child for so many years, so he plans to do test tubes, but the cost is too high. Doing test tubes for He Changsheng and wanting to buy him a house in the city, where does the money come from, so this child Yingying became the way to get money."

The old man sighed again: "I still remember the words that Yingying's mother said—"

"Your brother is going to carry on the family line for our family. If you are a girl, you are living for nothing. It is your honor to make some sacrifices for your elder brother."

As soon as the voice fell, all the policemen present fell silent.

With the development of the times, some old feudal ideas are slowly being discarded. Now both boys and girls love and care equally for it, but He Yingying——

After being drained of everything, in the end, he was a useless "white rice" in the mouth of his parents.

"It's so pitiful." Yun Muyao's expression gradually cooled down, and the smile that was always on his lips had long since disappeared.

"Okay, thank you for the clues you provided." Wen Xichun copied down his mobile phone number and handed it to the old man, "Please help us keep an eye on the next door, and call me if you need anything."

The old man took the note and nodded silently.

After getting the truth from the old man, as for He Yingying's parents' half-true and false remarks, it is no longer necessary to listen to them. The group intends to go back to the bureau to sort out clues.

On the way back to the Municipal Bureau, there was silence in the car. Everyone had their own concerns, but everyone's tense expressions had revealed their inner thoughts.

As soon as I got out of the police car, before entering the door, I saw a group of people standing at the entrance of the headquarters, and one of them was very tall and conspicuous.

Upon seeing this person, Wen Xichun, who was already in a bad mood, became even more irritable.

"Team Wen, are you back from a business trip?" A familiar little forensic doctor greeted enthusiastically.

Hearing the title "Writing Team", Yao Jingrong, who was discussing documents with others, immediately stopped what he was doing and looked up.

Although it was fleeting, there was still a strange little joy in his eyes.

"Why do so many of you gather here?" Huang Jiu leaned over half of his head, "Did you find anything new?"

Yao Jingrong handed over the physical inspection report: "We tested the rope on which the victim was hoisted to the beam, and found fibrous tissue on it. After comparing the peaks, it was confirmed that it was a nylon glove on the market."

Wen Xichun took the document and read it carefully: "I know this kind of glove, it is a kind of extremely thick nylon material specially used for construction sites."

"Okay, tomorrow we will contact the local police station and ask them to go to the town above Chongmen Village to find out where this glove is sold."

Yao Jingrong nodded, and several other forensic doctors entered the General Bureau to hand in the materials, but only Yao Jingrong stood there motionless.

"Okay, everyone has been busy all day, let's take the team back and rest." Wen Xichun rubbed his sore shoulder, and after driving all day, his arm was basically useless.

"Wait a minute, you haven't finished your meal yet, how about having some together?" Just as he was about to leave, he was suddenly stopped.

Turning his head, he was facing Shang Yun Muyao's eyes with a hint of a smile.

Hearing this sentence, Wen Xichun didn't have any special reaction, but Yao Jingrong tensed up, and then shot his eyes over.

Wen Xichun loosened his tie, with a tired face: "No, I don't have much appetite, so go back and rest early."

Yun Muyao raised his eyebrows, looked at Yao Jingrong beside him inexplicably, and smiled: "That's all right, if you ever get an appetite, call me and I will accompany you at any time."

Wen Xichun waved his hand, walked around the two of them and entered the duty room.

Taking off his police uniform, Wen Xichun rubbed his brows wearily, his mind was in a mess, the old man's phrase "what's the use of a girl, she's not just for nothing" kept lingering in her ears, and the doorway of the antique stilted building pierced the sky The suona sound, the sound of "help me" full of sorrow.

Drowsiness struck, Wen Xichun blinked, and slowly fell asleep while still sitting on the chair.

A hazy blackness suddenly appeared in front of the eyes, and the smoke was lingering, revealing a gloomy look.

Wen Xichun rubbed his eyes and looked around.

It's strange, just now he was still in the bureau's office, but in a blink of an eye, where did he get teleported again?

No, it's not teleportation, it seems to be a dream...

Wen Xichun regained his composure, and raised his hand to push away the thick fog in front of him.

In front of me is the antique three-story building on stilts, with two red lanterns beside the door plaque, swaying slightly with the breeze, wrapped in red and white silk, it looks really creepy.

There were two rows of people standing at the door, one in bright red clothes and the other in pale mourning clothes with white cloth strips wrapped around their heads.

Wen Xichun subconsciously leaned over and hid behind a big tree, but his eyes were glued there tightly.

Suddenly, there was the sound of chaotic footsteps not far away. Looking over, a row of people in bright red clothes came to this side. In the middle of the team was a sedan chair carried by four people, swaying along with the team. come.

When they reached the door, the two lifted the curtain of the sedan chair, and a girl in wedding dress slowly came out from inside.

This girl is too familiar, He Yingying.

He Yingying raised her head in confusion and looked at the line on the door plaque that said "a lonely yin does not grow, and a single yang does not grow", her slender fingers tightly clutched the hem of her clothes.

Two strong men carrying the bridal sedan chair suddenly rushed out from behind, each holding He Yingying's arms tightly.

He Yingying was startled suddenly, a trace of fear gradually appeared in her eyes.

Is it necessary to be so tight about getting married?

"Let go of me, you're hurting me." He Yingying's begging, as delicate as a mosquito, sounded very clear at this moment.

The two big men didn't seem to hear, they pulled He Yingying inside with dumb faces.

The two rows of people standing at the door also entered the door.

Wen Xichun straightened up slowly, walked through the weeds everywhere, and followed carefully to the door.

The door was closed tightly, and he gently pushed the door, and the door opened with a small gap, through which the scene inside could be clearly seen.

He Yingying was held up by two big men, dragged forward to be exact, He Yingying didn't react for a while, and could only be dragged by the two men to the front of the memorial tablet.

At this time, two men in red clothes slowly walked out from behind the red curtain on the left side. The two supported a man in the same posture, and slowly dragged out from behind.

He Yingying's eyes followed immediately.

In an instant, the heart beat violently, and the blood rushed straight to the top of the head.