The time of death of the corpse was between thirteen and seventeen hours, and the manner of death of the deceased was suffocation. Based on the identification of injuries on the corpse, it can be determined that the deceased was whipped after death, and there was no external intervention in the death process.
The mouth being compressed by an external force is different from the scars caused by self-induced force, which confirms that the girl's testimony is false.
Of course, looking at the time of death alone, Chen Qing almost had an entire police station as an alibi.
"So, why did you testify against me?" He sat beside the hospital bed and asked the girl on the bed with a strange and strange smile on his face.
Her tongue was pulled out, and there were injuries of various sizes on her limbs. She was lying on the bed, basically in the same posture as when she was imprisoned.
Her eyes were wide and there was fear in the depths of her eyes.
She looked at Chen Qing's face and kept leaning towards the other side of the bed. She stopped retreating only after squeezing the handrail of the bed.
Behind her, Jiang Wan also spoke: "Do you know the consequences of giving false testimony? Do you know how much pressure it will put on the police?!"
She looked serious, but the girl didn't seem to hear the scolding words in her mouth. She still stared at Chen Qing with fear.
He looked at the girl's staring eyes, and the smile on her face became more and more weird. That smile that was mixed with a little excitement and a little curiosity made sweat break out on her face.
"You've seen them...but why did you testify against me?" He moved his face closer and looked at the girl in front of him, as if she was an unnoticed instrument.
The gaze was aggressive and explicit, staring at every microexpression on her face.
"You clearly know it's not me, but you make strong accusations against me? Are you afraid of me?"
He looked at the girl in front of him. Her breathing became faster. She grabbed the quilt and her fingers turned white.
It was as if she were looking at some kind of creature that shouldn't exist, watching dead people appear in front of her.
"Oh, I forgot you can't talk."
He brought a drawing board and threw it in front of the girl with a little roughness.
"You're afraid of me. What are you afraid of?"
With a smile on his face, he looked at the girl who didn't even dare to pick up the pen.
"Why are you afraid that I am still alive?" He looked at the girl and took out the tape from his pocket.
"You know what it is because you've seen it, you've lived it, so you know what it represents."
Her fingertips were trembling, but she desperately grabbed the pen on the quilt. She waved her hand towards Chen Qing and wrote on the drawing board.
No. I haven't seen it. I have no idea. I do not recognize.
A few short lines seemed unconvincing, and she should know this, but she looked flustered, but couldn't say anything more.
"She knew what it was. That's why she survived..."
Seeing the girl's panic, Chen Qing also lost the consciousness to ask questions. For questioning, you have to let people speak and sing along to make it interesting.
What's the point of unilateral catharsis?
He was discouraged, shook his head and took the tape away, while Jiang Wan followed behind.
The two walked for a long time. After leaving the surveillance of the hospital and the police station, Jiang Wancai frowned and asked him in a low voice: "You just took this thing away?"
"What if?" He also lowered his voice: "Just let it go and continue to harm people?"
Chen Qing shook his head, his eyes a little solemn: "The four people who appeared at the crime scene must be investigated. They are definitely not normal, and..."
He was silent for a moment before continuing: "Xie Hongbo's investigation needs to be speeded up. I always feel..."
"The problem is him?"
He nodded, but remained silent.
After the separation, it took a long time before Bu Zhaozhao's figure reappeared next to Chen Qing.
He glanced at the other party. He hadn't seen her figure for a long time: "What's wrong?"
She looked at Chen Qing, her face so gloomy that she could squeeze out water. She pointed to the tape in Chen Qing's pocket and said in a cold voice: "You are right. Two hundred years are enough to make this world a It's completely unknown to me.
You are right... Two hundred years ago, they were able to treat the population as pigs two hundred years ago. How could they value life in this world now? "
He frowned slightly and understood: "Are those four people?"
"That's the uniform." She still had a little fantasy: "Remember, what I told you, most of the ordinary people who encountered extraordinary events but could barely survive were taken away by them and used as expendables. .”
"So is she..."
"Her first order of business might be to distribute the tapes."
"Why." Chen Qing was puzzled.
"This is an extraordinary thing involving rules and ancient gods. Why should you ask why?" She looked at Chen Qing with a solemn look: "That itself is the most precious wealth. You actually ask why?"
He was silent for a while and then asked Bu Zhaozhao: "How do I find them?"
"What are you looking for them for?" She smiled mockingly: "Kill them to uphold justice? They are indeed spreading their heirs, but the root cause is not them. This treats the symptoms but not the root cause."
"You don't want to find them for revenge?"
Bu Zhaozhao was silent. She looked at Chen Qing with extremely complicated emotions in her heart. She thought for a long time, and after making a decision, the pressure suddenly relaxed.
She sighed, as if she felt a lot more relaxed: "I want to, but not now.
I want to kill them all, but I want to solve this problem even more.
Killing them all will not protect those innocent people. They have changed, but I have not. "
For people of that era, faith existed in their minds, and that faith was above all individualism.
She wants revenge, yes, she hates every contemporary Foundation member, but she doesn't want revenge now because she still remembers the mission of the Foundation from the beginning.
We contain, we protect.
She sighed and continued to say to Chen Qing: "That tape is also an extraordinary thing. When your observation time is the same as the shooting time, you can hear the contents of the tape. Go try it, maybe they said something What."
Chen Qing was stunned for a moment, then nodded. He returned home all the way. By the time Jiang Wan sent the player, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon.
He plugged in the tape, sat in the room with Jiang Wantong, and watched the screen in the dusk light.
"I didn't expect that this tape was something extraordinary." She looked at the picture on the screen in surprise.
But Chen Qing didn't answer. He turned the volume button on the phone and asked, "What's the result of Xie Hongbo's investigation?"
"He..." Jiang Wan was silent for a moment: "He lost contact."
"Lost?" Chen Qing stopped what he was doing. He tilted his head and frowned slightly: "Where could he have disappeared? When could he not be contacted?"
"Last night. Right after you told me, I couldn't find him."
"Did you report it?"
She shook her head and narrowed her eyes: "No... there is no evidence. He has checked his mobile phone for us before, so we have no reason to restrict him, right?"
"That's what he said..." He was silent for a moment, and suddenly a sound came from the player in front of him. The sound was like a busy signal when the satellite antenna signal was not good in the last century.
The two waited for a moment before sound came from the player.
The man's voice seemed to be separated by centuries, and his voice seemed to be coming from the oldest walkie-talkie.
He said: "The mission event - recovery of the Descendants pollutants, the mission level assessment - E level. Conclusion: The containment risk is low, the containment return is expected to be two copies of the Descendants pollutants, and the mission begins."
After he finished speaking, a picture began to appear on the screen. Chen Qing watched the four men walk out. They looked in the direction of the screen recording and murmured.
"What a pity. The pollution level of this descendant is only E." This is the first person. He is dressed in all black, but there are some white shirt sleeves turned out on the cuffs.
"I have completed this mission in the main world. I don't know when I will be there next time." The second man was thin and the all-black suit he wore was a little loose.
"How long will two E-class progeny pollutants be enough for us to live?" The third person was short and looked unusually young.
"Two weeks and four hours." The fourth man was the most eye-catching among the crowd. There was a black and white Suzhou embroidery badge on his clothes, and his walking posture was the most relaxed.
"The breathing tax has increased again." He added.
"The price has increased again..." The third person spat: "A bunch of blood-sucking worms."
"But without them, you would have died long ago."
"I'd rather die like that." They murmured and began to rummage through the things in the house.
"We can only get one-tenth of the profit from an F-class back room, and we have to buy props at our own expense before setting off!"
"You can work harder." The fourth man added: "There are ten apples on a tree, then you can only keep one. But if you bring back a hundred, you have ten Already. Why not?"
The young man hesitated and muttered something. The two people outside the screen frowned and watched.
"None of them thought about resisting? They obviously already have certain abilities, so what if they leave the foundation." Jiang Wan frowned and asked with some confusion.
