After Liu Che found a professional to submit the physical evidence he brought back, he was immediately sent to another place.
He is indeed suspected of working hard. Not only do I often get yelled at now, but I also often had to "wipe the butt" of big brothers on various roads when I was undercover. But it is precisely because of these experiences that he has become a reliable person who is quite trusted and reused.
This includes being entrusted with important responsibilities by my own senior brother, and also including being entrusted with a strange "junior brother" by my master in the past.
It is true that if Song Qiaoyu is Song Jing's son, Liu Che can really call this eldest brother junior brother. But since Shao Zi didn't have this idea, Liu Che didn't have this idea either.
The current situation is special. In fact, Liu Che didn't come here just for so-called support or help.
Song Qiaoyu also stood outside the door and did not go in. At the door was the new apprentice brought by Yu Yingjian, a young police detective named Fu who was good at criminal psychology.
Next to the police detective was a woman who looked to be about thirty or forty years old.
This is the morgue.
It was really embarrassing for two grown men to squeeze in at the door and secretly spy on the body identification work. Fortunately, the people inside the door had no time to pay attention to the situation outside the door, and no one in the corridor outside the door could see these two suspicious people getting together.
But the source of all this is Song Qiaoyu - after all, he was the one who locked himself out first.
"Is that person a relative of Li Chunsheng?" Liu Che looked in with some surprise and saw the middle-aged woman's dignified dress and back. "I thought that a person with such a sensitive identity would become a distant relative after death. No one wants to pay attention to it.”
This kind of scene is not uncommon for him. After all, he was once the right-hand man of the gangster brother. Although only one of the three former bosses was killed and the remaining two are still alive, the current situation of the third idiot brother in prison still left a deep impression on him. of.
After all, he could go there two or three times a month for news. Every time Liu Che heard the boss talk about the inexplicable bullying he suffered in prison, he felt that he was not in the eyes of the boss. It can already be regarded as the "only relative".
When you think about it, it's quite pitiful. But as long as Liu Che thought of the things this poor brother had done in the past, bullying men and dominating women, he would no longer have such thoughts.
"It's not a distant relative. The woman's surname is Zhuang, and she is almost Li Chunsheng's biological sister." Song Qiaoyu was not completely uninvestigated about the person she wanted to know. "My name is Zhuang Bai, and she and Li Chunsheng have the same father. Her mother is her and Li Chunsheng's." Li Chunsheng is the wife of his common father, and Li Chunsheng is the child of a lover who has not been raised by his father since he was a child."
As a result, he grew up to be a law-breaking and disorderly person who dominated in this way. He had no friends and no sense of security. In the end, he died in humiliation alone in the "kingdom" he created.
From a distance, Liu Che saw the woman named Zhuang Bai clasping her hands and bowing to the corpse taken out of the cold storage.
Unlike ordinary bereaved family members, there were no tears in the corners of her eyes, but her expression was very solemn, and she did not show any disgust or disgust.
"In this way, Li Chunsheng is a bit older. Brothers and sisters who didn't grow up together can still have this intention - according to common sense, shouldn't there be a drama of fighting for family property?"
Earlier investigations had made it very clear that Li Chunsheng's father had some noble titles in his ancestors, and he also had some antiques at home.
Song Qiaoyu raised her head: "As for the inheritance, it is said that Li Chunsheng did not receive a penny. He is not short of money, but Zhuang Bai is a down-and-out composer, and he should rely on this money to maintain his current life."
I'm afraid it was just for this little bit of affection that this down-and-out artist who still had half a foot in the upper class would use the last bit of sisterly affection to identify and collect the corpse of the criminal.
That is to say, benevolence and righteousness have been fulfilled.
"Why don't you go in?" Liu Che had time to ask such a question after learning the complete situation.
Song Qiaoyu was silent for a moment.
Just when Liu Che thought that this person was going to selectively ignore his question, he began to answer: "I originally thought that I would see that kind of crying."
This made Liu Che a little surprised. He couldn't help but cry. How could someone who had been on the battlefield have such a problem?
But the next second, Song Qiaoyu rejected this idea.
"I have a little psychological shadow. I always feel that if something like that happens here, nothing good will happen to me."
It means because of fear of the occult...Okay.
Liu Che, who was truly a non-chief, was speechless.
"When will something like this happen again?" Liu Che couldn't help but be a little curious, "Why do I remember that it was only a year or two after you retired and joined the team."
"Because I felt that I was too messed up, I went to the SWAT team for a while, and then Captain Liang brought me back." Song Qiaoyu responded skillfully, "To be honest, I don't know why. Maybe Captain Liang thought that I Is it pitiful that you can’t achieve your desired goal?”
Liu Che's expression became even stranger.
It is a wonder in the world that a special forces soldier with first-class military honors and a proud military rank actually says that he is not good at anything.
After all, if Song Qiaoyu was willing, his illustrious military exploits would be enough for him to become a high-level officer. Even if he has to work within the police, a letter of recommendation can help him find a suitable position.
But he just wanted to do something that he was not good at, so he couldn't get the point in this place. He couldn't use his fists to his heart's content, but he could only bite the bullet and insist on it.
Even faced with this situation, Liang An actually formally arranged him into the third team with many elites. Although Song Qiaoyu's battlefield talents in combat and sniping definitely deserved the title of "elite", she had to specialize in the arts, and in such a place, she would inevitably look nondescript.
Except for Liang An himself and the unwilling Song Qiaoyu, it can be said that the members of the third team are not easy to fool. But only Shao Zi has the self-awareness to never go beyond the limits. The others' desire to explore is increasing day by day.
After all, they don't even know what their ultimate goal is. For these people who are considered to be the elites in their own fields, it is really a bit frustrating.
But they all know that Liang An's strangeness is by no means without purpose, and must have his own reasons.
Just when Liu Che thought of this, the behavior in the morgue had completely ended.
Walking in front of the newcomer surnamed Fu, Ms. Zhuang Baizhuang, who had been talked about a lot, walked out on high heels.
"...Then, just call me after you finish the investigation. I can organize the funeral at any time. It is estimated that not many people will attend his funeral, so it won't be that much." Ms. Zhuang looked tired.
Although she did not cry bitterly like a normal family member of the deceased, after all, she had just met the deceased, so it was normal for her to feel strange.
"If there are any questions related to the case, I will try my best to cooperate with the police investigation, so don't worry. But I probably can't help you much - as you know, Brother Li and I rarely meet."
According to Song Qiaoyu, this woman's life is not entirely comfortable, and she mostly lives on her laurels.
And so it should be. Because Liu Che noticed that although the elegant skirt Zhuang Bai was wearing seemed to be quite expensive, it had obviously been repaired many times in some corners that were visible to the naked eye. It was obvious that the owner was unwilling to replace it or find a professional. A tailor who sewed it by himself.
If Zhuang Bai was really rich, he wouldn't face this dilemma and leave such flaws in his clothes.
