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

Indeed, this person was so white that his whole body seemed to be glowing, even Wen Xichun sighed in his heart "Fuck" the moment he saw his face.

It is exactly the same as the "Prince" in the campus manga, which is reproduced in full scale, so that people and gods can be angry together, but there is one thing, Wen Xichun thinks that he looks a little bit like Yao Jingrong.

"This is the section chief of the Criminal Investigation Division just transferred from Linshi, Yun Muyao, ah, this is the captain of the first team of our Criminal Investigation Division, Wen Xichun." Deputy Director Yu introduced one by one.

"Hello." Wen Xichun rarely took the initiative to extend his hand first.

Yun Muyao looked very gentle and polite, he gently shook Wen Xichun's hand, "I've been looking forward to it for a long time."

His fingers are also rare and white, and his nails are as smooth as glass. It can be said that Wen Xichun's hands are the best in the 27 years since his birth.

"It just so happens that you are here, Xiaowen. Is there any progress in the case of Chongmen Village?"

Wen Xichun put the document bag containing the evidence on the table, and sorted out his thoughts a little:

"After many days of investigation, we found clues about the deceased's son... daughter-in-law. After a simple analysis, medical examiner Yao and I agreed that the deceased's son, Yuan Jianhong, had died of cancer three months ago, and their so-called daughter-in-law , and did not marry through legal channels, it is very likely that Yuan Jianhong was assigned a ghost marriage."

Deputy Director Yu nodded and opened the evidence bag. Inside were two bloody wooden stakes, a bloody silver needle, and several groups of photos of Diaojiaolou, Yuan Jianhong's mummified body, and footprints under the deceased's bed.

"But He Yingying's body is gone, maybe it was carried away by someone, and there are too many strange things in this village. There are two outsiders in it. One has lived here for two years disguised as a man, and the other has legs and feet. Disabled, and most likely the person who moved He Yingying's body away."

"Making yin, making yin..." Deputy Director Yu pondered for a moment, then shook his head, "This industrial chain is actually much bigger than we imagined."

"I have learned that this is a lucrative business. Fresh corpses that have just died can be sold for more than [-] yuan. Even old mummy corpses can be sold for as low as [-] yuan. The price must be raised according to the woman's appearance, figure, and education background. "Wen Xichun sneered, "Desire is a terrible thing."

"These two were found in He Yingying's coffin?" Deputy Director Yu nodded to the stake and the silver needle.

"Yes, but we are still investigating as to what it will be used for."

At this time, a thin white hand reached out and took the evidence bag containing wooden stakes and silver needles.

Yun Muyao looked at these two things repeatedly, and then at the photos of the corpses of the two elderly deceased in the document in front of his head, his thin lips pursed slightly.

"What's your opinion, Section Chief Yun?" Seeing his posture, Deputy Director Yu immediately moved over to him.

"I can't talk about high opinions. I have done field research on ghost marriages before, and these are all used in ghost weddings." Yun Muyao said softly.

"how to use?"

"In feudal thought, people have three souls and six souls, and silver needles are inserted into the top of the head to seal the acupuncture points, because they believe that after death, the soul leaves from the head, and the acupuncture points are sealed with silver needles so that the three souls have nowhere to go; If you guessed correctly, the mouth of the girl who was married to the underworld should be sewn up, so that she will not be able to complain in front of Lord Hades after she descends into the underworld."

As soon as the words came out, both of them couldn't help shivering.

Deputy Director Yu slapped the table, his old face flushed red: "Is this also a human job?! The conscience fed the dog."

Seeing that both of them were staring at him, Deputy Director Yu knew he was losing his composure, pretended to clear his throat, and raised his hand:

"Continue to say, regarding the footprints on the bottom of the deceased's bed being wiped off, the murderer of the old couple is very likely to be this person." Deputy Director Yu said.

"At that time, the vision was dim and I couldn't see the person's face clearly. I could only judge by the figure. He was about 1.7 meters tall and thin. As for men and women, it was difficult to distinguish them. But look at this group of footprints, the left foot is obviously bad for walking There are traces of rubbing, but the legs and feet of the person who handled the footprints that night were fine, and the biggest doubt is that if this disabled person really did it, how did he hang the corpse up the high beams? Ordinary people would struggle."

"The person who moved the corpse has a disability in his left foot, and the footprints under the bed also have a disability in his left foot..." Deputy Director Yu pondered for a moment, "What is the relationship between this person you mentioned and He Yingying?"

"It's hard to define. He Yingying is not from Chongmen Village. This disabled person only came to Chongmen Village two years ago. The villagers said that they had never seen He Yingying before, only at the wedding, but people from that village said There is no credibility, so tomorrow we plan to visit the homes of the two He Yingying we found and see what's going on."

Deputy Director Yu nodded and turned on the computer: "Okay, it's getting late. You've worked hard these days, so go back and rest early. I'll go to Yao's forensic doctor in a while."

Wen Xichun stood up, saluted Deputy Director Yu, and took one last look at Yun Muyao, who was exuding warmth, and left the office.

****

It was less than six o'clock the next day, and it was still dark, so Wen Xichun jumped out of bed and hurried to the police station.

Pushing open the door of the duty room, before seeing anyone, I heard the grunting sound comparable to that of a tractor, and the smell of a dead body in the air.

Wen Xichun glanced at Huang Jiu, who was sleeping soundly on the folding bed, and then at his leather shoes beside the bed. The shoes seemed to emit yellow-green poisonous gas visibly to the naked eye.

Wen Xichun kicked the twin bio-chemical weapons out the door, opened the curtains and opened the windows for ventilation.

Huang Jiu, who was nestled on the [-]cm small bed, shivered and slowly opened his eyes.

"No, boss, what's wrong with you, it's only 06:30 now." Huang Jiu's face was marked by sleep, and there were traces of haha ​​at the corner of his mouth.

"Haven't you heard the famous saying, the early bird gets the worm?"

Huang Jiu rubbed his sleepy eyes and slowly sat up: "Yes, early worms are also eaten by birds."

"Young poor, go wash up." Wen Xichun said mercilessly.

Huang Jiu rested on the bed covered with the quilt for a long time before getting out of bed reluctantly.

"Hey, where are my shoes?"

After simply having breakfast, people from the police station arrived one after another. Among them was Comrade Baimianbao, in a well-fitting suit, holding a limited-edition Patek Philippe watch in the hand of Star Barker. The high-definition with long legs full of the screen does not look like a policeman, but rather the CEO of a listed company.

Passing by the duty room, Yun Muyao glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw Wen Xichun sitting in front of the computer busy with work. He took out another cup of coffee from his handbag and knocked on the door.

Wen Xichun called out casually without raising his eyes.

"It just so happens that you are here. Last night, Deputy Director Yu called me and asked me to check He Yingying's news with you today."

Wen Xichun still didn't raise his eyes, and nodded absently.

The slender fingers held the coffee cup and slowly put it down: "Coffee."

Wen Xichun nodded: "Let it go."

Yun Muyao rubbed his fingers slightly, with a calm smile on the corner of his mouth: "Okay, call me before you leave."

This time, Wen Xichun didn't even respond to him, it wasn't that he looked down on him, nor did he hate him, but he was tightening up a line in his mind, once it was disconnected, it would be difficult to connect it again.

"Also." Yun Muyao, who had just stepped out of the duty room, leaned halfway in again, "Maintain good personal hygiene."

Wen Xichun:? ? ?

After a long time, Wen Xichun finally realized that he was blamed for Huang Jiu's sweaty feet, which was so heavy that he was directly pressed to the ground.

Huang Jiu, Wen Xichun, and Yun Muyao planned to go to the home of He Yingying who lived in the county seat. Last night, they called He Yingying who lived in the urban area to inquire. She said that she had never heard of Chongmen Village, and that the family She is doing well now, and she will be preparing for the postgraduate exam at the end of the month, so this matter seems to have nothing to do with her.

They set off at [-]:[-] am, and it was already past [-]:[-] pm when they entered the border of the city. Several people simply ate something at the rest stop and continued to their destination.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, I finally arrived at another address where He Yingying used to live.

"The development of this small county is very ordinary." Huang Jiu exclaimed, looking at the passing scenery outside the car window.

"In fact, most counties in China are like this now, and the county below Huiyuan is considered to be relatively well developed." Wen Xichun, who was born in a small county, said so.

At 03:30 in the afternoon, I finally arrived at He Yingying's home.

It is said that it is in the county seat, but in fact it is at the junction of the town and the county seat, which can be regarded as the junction of urban and rural areas. A winding cement road divides the houses. In some years, the wall skin is peeled off layer by layer like inferior wallpaper.

As soon as Wen Xichun got out of the car, a piece of wall covering the size of a TV fell on his feet and instantly shattered into slag.

"Captain Wen, you almost won the first prize." Huang Jiu said with a playful smile.

"The houses here are not solid, you have to be careful." An old man in his 70s and [-]s sat next to him, and while he was talking, he casually sprinkled millet on the free-range chickens.

As soon as the voice fell, there was the sound of playing mahjong from the house next to it, and then, a cigarette butt that was still dying was thrown from the window on the second floor, and sparks flew everywhere.

Wen Xichun frowned slightly, walked to the door, and knocked on the door.

Not long after, the door opened, and there stood a middle-aged woman in dark and plain clothes, looking gray, with messy hair and sickly yellow skin.

She looked up at the person who came, and was startled.

"Sorry to interrupt, we are from Huiyuan City Criminal Investigation Bureau, I have something to ask." Wen Xichun handed the police ID to the woman for a look.

The middle-aged woman glanced uneasily at the window on the second floor, her already distressed face became even more vicissitudes, her voice was kept to a minimum, and the anxiety in her tone was hard to hide:

"Comrade policeman, did my partner do something wrong?"

"Your partner?" Wen Xichun looked down at He Yingying's personal information form again, "Who is He Yingying?"

Hearing this name, the middle-aged woman was obviously stunned, her chapped lips moved up and down uneasily, and then swallowed nervously.

"What's wrong, my question is very tricky?"

The woman lowered her head and shook her head: "No, no, He Yingying... is my sister-in-law."

Wen Xichun nodded thoughtfully: "Where is she?"

The woman's rough fingers tightly held the door frame, and she kept her head down: "Go, go out to work."

"Where have you been?"

"No... I don't know."

"Grass your mother! Hongzhong! I don't believe that you can still fuck Hongzhong!" Suddenly, there was a rough scolding sound from the second floor.

"Fuck your mother next door! I'm still stuck in red, and you don't think about it if there is no red on the table? Play cards without using your brain to play with your belt?"

Huang Jiu couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Is your husband upstairs?" Wen Xichun glared at Huang Jiu, then turned around and asked.

The woman nodded.

"Where are your parents-in-law?"

"I went back to my hometown to visit relatives the day before yesterday..."

"You live together?"

The woman still nodded.

"Don't be afraid, your husband didn't do anything wrong, we just came here to confirm personal information." Wen Xichun handed He Yingying's information form to the woman, "Is this your sister-in-law?"

The woman looked at the information sheet in her hand, and there was no movement for a long time, only the fingers holding the paper trembled.

Wen Xichun seemed to have seen something, and was about to continue to ask, when there was a burst of crackling footsteps in the room.

Soon, a man in an old black down jacket came down from the upstairs with his torn slippers. Seeing the movement at the gate, he walked over in three steps and grabbed the woman's hair: "Unlucky, I said why do you keep talking?" Light it up, the feeling is that you are fucking with the wild guy again here!"

The woman wrinkled her face from the pain, her hands helplessly protected her hair, her bony body bent, and she gasped for air in pain.

"Hey! Comrade police! I'm sorry, I'm sorry." When the man saw the three policemen looking at him with cold faces, he quickly let go of his hand and took Wen Xichun's hand instead, "What wind blows you all?" coming."

Wen Xichun withdrew his hand silently: "Where has your sister He Yingying been recently?"

The man bared his big teeth and smiled like something, and insisted: "Dead."

The woman suddenly raised her head to look at her husband, there seemed to be water in her eyes.

"When did he die?"

"Just last week, she fell from the mountain and fell to her death. Comrade policeman, this matter has nothing to do with us. It's her own fate." The man's righteous face made people feel unhappy.

"A beast! It's a beast!" Suddenly, the old man next to him cursed endlessly.