"If there is something wrong with you, just tell me. If I don't know, I can ask Manager Wang." Ye Xiaoyue said.
Maureen said, "It's about the No. 4 freezer on the fourth floor of the underground morgue. Don't you know anything?"
"Freezer No. 4." Ye Xiaoyue pondered for a while and said, "I don't know very well. I only know that the employee resignation rate in the morgue is quite high."
"But I also understand that after all, no matter how good your psychological quality is, you won't be able to do that kind of job after all."
Mo Lin nodded. Seeing that Ye Xiaoyue was not too clear about it, he didn't ask any more questions. After chatting with Ye Xiaoyue for a while, he also left.
At the same time, in the dusk of the setting sun, Meng Ziye, a senior student at Lankong University in Yaozhou City, was sitting in the school library reading a book.
Meng Ziye is a student in the history department and is very interested in ancient Chinese classics and Chinese language and literature.
When she was reading in the library that day, the phone next to her suddenly vibrated. She picked up the phone and saw that it was a person named Luohualiushui who had sent her a message.
"Hello, I am Luohua Liushui."
"Falling flowers and flowing water?" Meng Ziye murmured: "Who is this person?"
With this thought in her mind, she typed a line: "Who are you? Do we know each other?"
Luohualiushui quickly replied to her: "We don't know each other now, but we will get to know each other soon."
"Why?"
"You'll know in a minute. By the way, can we chat without looking at the phone screen?"
Meng Ziye smiled casually and said, "What, you want to meet and chat?"
Luohualiushui: "Well, you have a beautiful smile."
"Hey, how did you know I was smiling?"
"Let's meet first. If you look back, I'll be right behind you."
Seeing this, Meng Ziye turned around suddenly and saw a scary white-faced boy sitting at the table behind her. Even his lips were a little white, but he was a handsome guy with exquisite facial features.
Meng Ziye was a little surprised and greeted him: "Hello, my name is Meng Ziye."
"Well, my name is Zhang Hao." Zhang Hao introduced with a smile: "I am also Luo Hua Liu Shui."
Zhang Hao has a handsome smile, a handsome face printed on his pale skin, and a soft-spoken voice that can make any girl's heart beat.
Meng Ziye was a little surprised by Zhang Hao's handsomeness and asked: "Are you also a student of Lankong University? Also, we don't seem to know each other!"
"I am a past graduate of Lan Kong University. After graduation, I often come back here to read." Zhang Hao said: "In the past few days, I heard that there is a talented woman in the history department who has profound insights into classics. I came here to ask for advice."
As he spoke, Zhang Hao bowed his hands to Meng Ziye, which looked like an ancient hero.
Meng Ziye smiled. She didn't know that Zhang Hao was talking about her. She asked, "Do you also like classics?"
Zhang Hao nodded and said: "I study Chinese language and literature. I know everything about China for five thousand years!"
Meng Ziye thought for a while and said, "Okay, let me discuss the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period with you!"
"The Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period were a period of great division in Chinese history, which began when the Eastern Zhou Dynasty was destroyed by the Qin State." Zhang Hao said: "Seven powerful vassal states emerged later, Han, Zhao, Wei, Chu, Yan, Qin, and finally Qin will unify the world."
Meng Ziye nodded and said, "Not bad, I have some foundation."
"The Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period were also the era of the rise of ideological scholarship." Mencius said: "I prefer the representative thoughts of Legalism..."
Meng Ziye seemed to have found a soulmate. The two chatted endlessly for more than two hours, from the Seven Heroes of the Warring States Period to the fifteenth year of Wanli in the Ming Dynasty. It was a great pleasure to talk.
Meng Ziye sighed and said: "I heard that in the fifteenth year of Wanli in the Ming Dynasty, a book was published specifically about this. Unfortunately, I was too slow when I bought it and didn't get the original copy."
Zhang Hao laughed and said, "I have this book. It happened to be the last one when I bought it."
"Wow, really? You're so lucky!"
"Haha, you're lucky. I'm so lucky."
"Then can you lend me that book?
see? "
"Of course, there's nothing wrong with that." Zhang Hao readily agreed, and then said, "We have been chatting for so long, we must be thirsty."
"Let's go to the cafe outside for some coffee, and then go to my house to pick up the book. Don't worry, my house is very close."
Meng Ziye did not object and followed Zhang Hao out of the school to a nearby coffee shop and ordered something to drink casually.
Meng Ziye asked: "Senior, what are you doing now?"
"It's been more than two years since I graduated and I haven't found a suitable job." Zhang Hao sighed and said, "As you know, our liberal arts students have narrow employment prospects, unlike science students."
"It's true that liberal arts majors are not easy to find a job." Meng Ziye couldn't help but said, "But you can't stop making money just because you can't find a suitable job."
Zhang Hao said: "I have always had a part-time job, the kind that I paid every day, and my life was barely enough."
Meng Ziye and Zhang Hao drank coffee and chatted for a while, but it was Zhang Hao who asked for coffee, but it was as if he had never taken a sip of the cup of coffee, as if he took a symbolic sip every time he raised the cup.
Meng Ziye thought that maybe Zhang Hao didn't like this kind of coffee, so she didn't choose to stay here anymore and asked Zhang Hao to go to his house to get books.
Zhang Hao also nodded in agreement, paid at the counter, and took Meng Ziye into a taxi.
After a while, the two of them appeared under a large locust tree at No. 92, Yubei District.
When Meng Ziye saw that it was here, he hurriedly said to Zhang Hao: "Does your family live here?"
"Yes, what's wrong?" Zhang Hao said calmly.
"Hey, don't you know at all?" Meng Ziye was a little scared and said: "People often die here. The police have not caught the murderer yet. There are rumors that these murders are committed by ghosts!"
"Haha, ghost?" Zhang Hao couldn't help but laugh: "There are ghosts in this world. You are also a highly educated person, but you still believe in this. This is just a random excuse for the police to solve the case."
"Then can I wait for you downstairs?"
"Of course." Zhang Hao said with a gloomy look.
"Then hurry up!"
Early the next morning, another corpse was hung on the large locust tree near No. 92, Yubei District. This person was none other than Meng Ziye, who had discussed literature with Zhang Hao last night.
Her body was hanging from a locust tree branch, and her left eye was gouged out by an unknown sharp object. In addition, the face of the deceased was ferocious, as if she had seen something terrible.
The only difference is that there is a lot of dust on Meng Ziye's body, as if he had fought with someone before his death.
This time, Yaozhou City Criminal Police Team sent Zhou Ziqian to collect evidence and investigate.
The dirt on Meng Ziye basically confirms the circumstances of murder or homicide, although the motive is still unclear.
After investigation, none of Meng Ziye's relatives and friends had the time and motive to commit the crime, and the case fell into a deadlock again.
Zhou Ziqian took a breath and complained: "This is already the fourth time, and there are still no clues in the case."
Xiao Wang on the side said: "Yes, I feel that the murderer just killed people without any purpose."
"What about the temporarily installed surveillance cameras?" Zhou Ziqian asked, "Did you capture anything valuable?"
"That's the strange thing." Xiao Wang frowned and said, "There was a sudden power outage in this area at ten o'clock last night. The power outage didn't last long, only fifteen minutes."
"Except for these fifteen minutes of surveillance footage, everything is normal!"
Zhou Ziqian thought for a while and said, "Let's go to Room 302 and have a look."
With that said, Zhou Ziqian and three police officers came to the door of Room 302. If you didn't come, you wouldn't know, but they were shocked when you came.
As expected, the door to Room 302 had the clue they were looking for. There were obviously traces of dragging a person on the ground.
They opened the door to Room 302, and as expected, there was an obvious mark on the dusty ground.
It can be determined that the deceased was dragged from the door to the center of the room, and then disappeared inexplicably in the center of the room.
Zhou Ziqian saw this and said: "This is the last place the deceased visited before his death. That's right. The fifteen people whose surveillance failed
Minutes must be the time it took the murderer to commit the crime. "
After listening to Zhou Ziqian's analysis, Xiao Wang asked: "Then let's report it to Team Zhao quickly."
Zhou Ziqian said: "The report is positive, and the surveillance is unreliable. We have to put people here every day. The next time the murderer commits a crime, he must be caught!"
Soon, another day passed, and Meng Ziye's body was transported to Anlingshan Funeral Home at dusk.
Today is Mo Lin's last day of work here. He placed Meng Ziye's body in the freezer on the fourth floor underground, then turned around and went back to the first floor to pack his things.
He had naturally seen Meng Ziye's body. When he saw that Meng Ziye was missing a left eye, he knew that it must have been sent from Yubei District again.
However, Mo Lin was not too concerned about such matters, after all, it had nothing to do with him.
"Brother Lin, you are back!"
Mo Lin heard Zhao Liang's voice behind him. He turned around and saw Zhao Liang standing behind him and greeting him with a smile.
"Xiao Liang, are you coming back to pack your things?" Mo Lin asked.
Zhao Liang nodded and said, "Well, Boss Ye has arranged for me to work as a security guard at their head office after the new year. It will cost six thousand yuan a month!"
"Wow! Six thousand, so much!" Mo Lin said in surprise: "Then you have to work hard."
Zhao Liang said: "Well, it's thanks to you, Brother Lin, that I can do this job. Otherwise, how could Boss Ye let me do this job."
"No need to thank you, just thank Ye Xiaoyue if you want!" Mo Lin said with a smile: "Okay, you go pack your things quickly. I will visit you when I have a chance in the future."
After they packed up their things, they left one after another.
When Mo Lin walked to the door of Anling Mountain, he took a deep look at the place, still curious about the No. 4 freezer in the morgue.
