The autumn wind was bleak, and Grandma Bai's small yard finally looked a little sad.
Mu Qingyun gathered the fallen leaves, put them in woven bags and piled them in the corner outside the door. There was a shop that made stew in an iron pot next door, and he often used some dead branches and leaves to start the fire.
At this time of year, there are no environmental protection requirements, so the chicken, duck, and fish stewed over firewood have a more smoky flavor. Many gourmets pay attention to this.
The community was very quiet, but in this quietness, there seemed to be an indescribable tension. The small villa next door had a blockade set up, and countless closely packed inspectors came and went.
When Inspector Li hurried over, his face was very ugly and haggard. He shook twice before he sat down. Mu Qingyun quickly supported him and poured him a glass of water.
"It's been a busy night."
Li Xunzhang smiled bitterly and pondered for a moment, as if he didn't know what to say to Mu Qingyun. After a while, he hesitated and asked, "Classmate Mu, is there really a bone-shrinking skill in the world?"
Mu Qingyun was startled, and after thinking about it, her shoulders shook, her arms suddenly became as soft as noodles, and the major joints on her body were disconnected smoothly.
"Na."
Inspector Li gasped.
Mu Qingyun's whole body shrank visibly to the naked eye, to the point of being somewhat scary.
Seeing that Li Xunchang's eyes were about to pop out, she shook her head, connected the joints herself, and said softly: "My bone shrinking skill is not good because I didn't practice it since I was a child. I only learned a little bit about it. A real master can do it." It’s something we can’t even imagine.”
Inspector Li sat there blankly, sweating in layers, and sighed: "If there really is such a master in the world, how can this case be solved?"
He hurriedly took out a document from his handbag and handed it to Mu Qingyun for her to sign.
"There is no other way. You are still a junior high school student, Mr. Mu. We can't hire you, otherwise you will be hiring child labor. It can only be regarded as a temporary employment. Please help."
These documents were a confidentiality agreement, as well as an agreement to hire Mu Qingyun as a temporary consultant. Every aspect was stipulated in detail. Mu Qingyun read it at a glance and signed the agreement seriously. Only then did Inspector Li tell Mu Qingyun in detail.
What they encountered this time was indeed a strange case.
"Student Mu was also present at the time. Just tell me, does this kind of plot only happen in Li?"
Inspector Li frowned, "I have been doing patrol work for seven or eight years. Among all the cases I have encountered, in terms of strangeness, this one ranks in the top three."
Mu Qingyun's neighbor, Ms. Qi Meijuan, was mysteriously killed in full view of the public last night. The murderer also disappeared without a trace in full view of the public.
"Many people saw the murderer committing the crime, but after we arrived, we searched and adjusted the surveillance all night, but we couldn't find a single hair."
In fact, Mu Qingyun knew about this earlier than Inspector Li. After all, he lived in the same community and was her neighbor.
When the incident happened, Mu Qingyun and Grandma Bai were making mutton buns. Mu Qingyun was responsible for chopping the fillings, and Grandma Bai was making the buns.
Someone specially sent the mutton from Inner Mongolia to Grandma Bai. The meat was fresh and tender. Mu Qingyun took out the mutton chops and stewed them, used the sheep head, tripe and offal to make mutton soup, and chopped the rest into a bun with a big meatball.
The meat stuffing is carefully stir-fried, added with green onion and ginger water, and a little oil is used to lock in the water. The whole bun is steamed, with a thin skin and large filling. When you take a bite, the juice will flow out, and the taste is extremely delicious.
As soon as the first steamed buns came out of the pot and before Mu Qingyun could eat them, someone knocked on the door outside.
It was really a knock on the door. Grandma Bai opened the door and saw that there was a lot of noise on the other side. Many people were running back and forth, and most of the community was lit up.
There were a lot of security guards running around.
Mu Qingyun vaguely heard extremely shrill cries and howls, sharp and very harsh.
Grandma Bai was startled and her face turned pale. Mu Qingyun quickly stopped her and asked her to stay in the room. He turned on the lights in all the rooms and told Grandma Bai to lock all the doors and windows. Then she put on her clothes and went out to see. Condition.
When Mu Qingyun arrived, he only saw several people carrying Mrs. Qi to the ambulance in a hurry, with blood falling on the ground.
Under the street lamp, Mu Qingyun saw Mrs. Qi's face at a glance. She seemed to have a mysterious smile on her face, and her eyebrows were stretched, just like her usual expression when dancing with her husband.
But she died.
Others may still have hope, but Mu Qingyun is used to seeing dead people.
She was as familiar with death as her own hands and feet.
The community where Xiaobailou is located is a well-known high-end community in the entire Xiong County. Now that such a terrible thing has happened, everyone is horrified.
When such a big incident happened, Mu Qingyun and several neighbors who were woken up also went to the hospital together. Some even took some cash, for fear that they would need it later.
Mu Qingyun knew that Qi Meijuan was dead, but the doctors were still rescuing her.
At this time, Qi Meijuan's husband, Zhao Ze, had just received the news and rushed to the hospital from school. He rushed to the hospital. One of his shoes, which was always neat and elegant, was missing. He was in a mess. He finally showed the decadence of a man in his fifties. Looks like: "What's wrong with Meijuan? What's going on!"
Mu Qingyun took a step back to avoid Zhao Ze's collision.
At this moment, she still remembered Zhao Ze's appearance at that time, haggard, embarrassed, and terrified, but with a little rose fragrance on his body, which was very strong. The fragrance on Mrs. Qi's body was usually very light.
Mu Qingyun let out a breath and let his memories spread, spreading all the details before his eyes.
Zhao Ze stared at the door of the emergency room and asked urgently.
"Maomao, Shuhui, Xiaoyu, what happened?"
"Didn't you make an appointment to knit sweaters at home together today? You were fine when I left."
In one sentence, three women with a combined age of over a hundred and dozens of years burst into tears.
Maomao's body was covered in blood, her face was bruised, there were tears and blood, her whole body was shaking, and she couldn't say a word.
Shuhui tore her hair hard, tears rolling down her face: "If I had known, I should have stayed with her. She clearly said someone was following her, but I just didn't believe it. It's all my fault, ugh."
She spoke incoherently.
That day, the sisters made an appointment to knit sweaters at Meijuan's house. Her house was spacious and comfortable, and she had the best conditions among the sisters. For gatherings, most people would choose Meijuan's house.
This time, it was just like the countless gatherings over the past few decades. Everyone was eating, drinking, talking and laughing.
"Meijuan has said several times before that when she goes home these days, she always feels like there is a pair of eyes staring at her, which is very scary." Jiang Shuhui looked dull and was still trembling as Wang Xiaoyu held her arm firmly.
"I thought Meijuan was too sensitive, but I didn't expect—"
Before he finished speaking, Mao Aqin suddenly covered his face and let out a muffled scream. The voice was so shrill that even Zhao Ze was startled. He suppressed his sadness and comforted her: "Maomao, you have a bad heart. Calm down, it's not you. It's not your fault." (End of chapter)
