When it was time to meet Zhang Tinglan again, it was already noon. When the three of them met, Chen Qing stretched out his hand in front of Zhang Tinglan.
"Eh?"
"The things you took away that night should be confiscated."
She curled her lips and didn't ask who the confiscation was for. She just hesitated and delayed for a while without taking the things out.
"This thing is dangerous."
"I know! I know..." Her face became embarrassed and she hesitated for half a minute. She didn't speak until Jiang Wan came up to save the situation.
"But after I picked it up that day, it disappeared."
"It's gone." Jiang Wan frowned before continuing to ask, "Did it get lost on the way back to the police station?"
She shook her head in confusion: "I don't know, by the time I remembered, it was already noon the next day.
I remember I put it in my pocket, and I remember... the pocket was obviously good. "
"Pocket torn?"
Zhang Tinglan said "hmm" and seemed sincere: "I later looked for the place where I walked... and there was none."
He frowned, not sure whether he believed it or not. Zhang Tinglan did not dare to ask, nor did he think of asking. The three of them remained frozen until Chen Qing broke the deadlock.
"forget about it."
She thought the other party would ask her to get it back.
But no.
"If you find any relevant information or pick it up again, remember to contact me."
"Eh?" She tilted her head and looked at Jiang Wan with doubtful eyes: "Oh... okay."
She couldn't understand, but she didn't want to understand either. No one wanted to pursue the story after victory.
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After returning home, Chen Qing's expression did not ease. He had already obtained the testimony after the interrogation. As he expected, the other party denied all other responsibilities, and at the same time denied the inquiries of other accomplices, and placed all the blame on Received it.
The crime was so serious that he would most likely never see freedom in his lifetime.
The crime was serious, but there was no mention of the cracked woman and the girl.
This is not right.
He squinted and typed in the words "slit girl" on the computer.
Then there were words on the screen.
There is a rumor among Yamato that it is a monster that attacks innocent lives that they meet.
Their range of activities is limited and they usually stick to a certain place. According to the available information, the hunting range of this cracked woman is quite large. It covers a range of nearly 30 kilometers from the south of the city to the north. are included.
This is an astonishing range. Even by transportation equipment, it will take about twenty minutes to reach the two points.
"The story is wrong...but how the other side's story spread."
Chen Qing frowned, then opened the forum, glanced at his unread messages, and after confirming that he had not seen any messages from the albino, he closed the computer.
He thought for a while and took out the autopsy report about the cracked girl.
"The victims were all male."
"Most of them are married, ranging in age from 19 to 48, and the distribution is discrete."
He frowned, there was no pattern, no commonality. This is unreasonable.
He looked at the information in front of him, and a feeling of exhaustion suddenly came to his mind. He watched the world in front of him become spinning, and fell into a deep sleep as he struggled towards the bed.
It wasn't until the next day that he was woken up by the mobile phone in his pocket. About twenty hours of sleep did not alleviate the pain in his mind, but made him even more tired physically.
He struggled to get up, resisting the pain in his throat, and turned on his phone to check.
In one day, three more victims were added.
He rubbed his forehead. Jiang Wan had already sent more detailed information to his mailbox.
This time, the victims ranged widely and varied in age.
"The story of how they spread without the help of the Internet. Word of mouth?"
He rubbed the center of his eyebrows. In front of the mirror, he saw that the vertical pupil in the middle of his forehead had healed a lot. Looking back, he looked at the information on his phone.
All three were married. According to investigation and analysis, the deceased A did not get along with his family during his lifetime, but there was no major conflict. The deceased B had a good relationship with his family and had a good income. However, according to the neighbor's recollection, the deceased B usually left the residence in the middle of the night.
The deceased C was the youngest of the three, a college student, but his interpersonal relationships were ridiculously complicated.
He frowned and clicked twice on the documents of this college student who had been married twice at the age of twenty-one.
This is the easiest one to investigate. After all, the more unique a person is, the more likely they are to conflict with society.
This contradiction exists in all aspects, but it will affect everything related to him.
In other words, as long as there is such a sense of contradiction in other things, the connection between him and the cracked girl can be found.
In the afternoon of that day, Chen Qing went to the police station. When he saw Jiang Wan busy, he did not call her and walked to the morgue in the police station alone.
In the morgue, there are still family members waiting aside. Perhaps they have been waiting all night, but there is no trace of energy on the faces of those people.
Chen Qing took a glance and saw that the crowd was divided into twos and threes. There were two young women standing in the corner playing with their mobile phones, and three or five middle-aged people who looked very depressed. Their faces were somewhat similar, and they should be from the same family.
The family gathered together, the women leaned on their seats and fell asleep, while the men smoked cigarettes, puff after puff, one cigarette in three to five seconds.
He walked forward, glanced at the several packs of cigarette butts on the ground, and said in a cold tone, "Smoking is prohibited here."
But before he could finish his words, the man slapped the chair and stool violently, making a violent noise. Everyone looked up and saw him pointing at Chen Qing and yelling: "You are forcing me to be lenient." Ah! Can you try calling another one?"
Chen Qing looked at the finger in front of him. There was a gap in the finger and the tiger's mouth was a little rough. He looked at the red eyes of the other person. The police behind him had already heard the news and rushed over.
"Ha." He looked at the man in front of him and suddenly smiled. He glanced around and saw that the two of them were nervous and curious, but the woman in the corner seemed to have nothing to do with him.
He looked at the group of people, and the moment he raised his hand, he grabbed his index finger with both hands and pressed him to the ground before the other person could react.
"Ah...ah! My hand!" He wailed. Although it was not broken, it was definitely enough to drink a pot.
The two police officers who hurriedly arrived behind Chen Qing had solemn expressions. They seemed puzzled and a little worried. They watched Chen Qing finish the uniform at the moment they arrived.
And the two of them became his best protection.
"What did you do, let people smoke in the morgue?" He pointed to the cigarette butts on the ground and winked at the two of them.
What is the intention? It's nothing more than cooperation.
They looked at each other, and the older police officer guessed something and said carelessly: "Ah... Aha! That's right! Didn't I just go up to the meeting... I didn't pay attention.
Xiao Li! quick! Take families to the waiting area outside! "
Everyone was shocked when they heard this, but the two people did not give them time to react. They urged everyone to leave, leaving Chen Qing and the man in the east and west waiting areas of the morgue.
And when those people left, the man's expression gradually softened, becoming flattering and a bit flattering. He patted Chen Qing's ankle, and his voice became much softer: "You... how about you Let me get up first? We have something to discuss..."
He lowered his eyebrows and his shoulders were shaking, as if he was going to cramp. Chen Qing looked at him and smiled, but he didn't feel too embarrassed and took a step back. At the moment when the man on the ground was about to make a violent attack, He opened his mouth and asked him: "Who are you lying inside?"
He looked stunned for a moment, his raised shoulders were still hanging, his expression paused, and then his eyes dropped.
"my son."
"Boss?"
He nodded: "Boss."
"I was born quite late."
He smiled ashamedly, making him feel a little inferior: "I have no future. I didn't have a wife until I was in my thirties."
"Oh..." Chen Qing nodded, knowing whose family member he was.
"It's not easy to raise a college student."
He gritted his teeth and seemed a little speechless.
He took two deep breaths, and his eye sockets seemed to be a little red again. His two feet were crossed and kicked on the ground, and his calloused knuckles picked up the cigarette filter in his pocket.
He raised his head and pressed the tip of his nose hard with the back of his hand. He pressed so hard that the dark skin on his face turned a bit bright red.
"Have a cigarette."
He didn't wait for Chen Qing to answer, nor did he care about the expression on Chen Qing's face that turned into the character "Sichuan". From taking out the cigarette to lighting it, it only took a second or two.
He was anxious, just like he had been in his past lives; he was anxious, as if he would lose control of his emotions in the next second.
He lowered his head, his voice choked up.
"You said...this is fine, but what crime did you commit!
This is good..."
As he spoke, he covered his already red eyes with the back of his hand.
"That's good..." Chen Qing sighed softly, and looked up at the morgue again. The man's emotions were controlled quickly, and he left just as quickly as he came.
No matter how stupid he was, he could see at this moment that Chen Qing was deliberately creating time for the two of them to be alone.
He took a long drag on the cigarette in his hand, and the fire lasted for less than three seconds from beginning to end.
"What do you want to ask?" He gritted his teeth, but anyone could hear the unwillingness in his tone.
"Who are those two girls to you?"
"Daughter-in-law..." He paused, and then continued: "Daughter-in-law."
"Where's the other one?"
"Says he's her roommate... ha... he makes some random friends, who knows what they are."
Chen Qing frowned and asked again: "What is it called?"
"Wang Shishuang."
"Did you get the certificate?"
The man was obviously stunned for a moment, "Get a certificate? No... no, of course not! They are still in school! How can they get a certificate!"
"There's none?"
The man shook his head and looked much calmer: "I didn't mention the marriage and didn't serve the wine! How can I go to get the certificate!"
"But you called her your daughter-in-law?" Then Chen Qing asked again: "Since you didn't get the certificate and didn't serve the wine, how could you call her your daughter-in-law?"
He hesitated, but after hesitating for a moment, he finally said, "She...is pregnant with our child."
