"Brother Dog——"
"Brother Dog~"
Jiang Yuan was awakened by the early crowing rooster, and was stunned for several seconds. Suddenly, he felt like he had reversed time and space and returned to the foot of Wulong Mountain.
At that time, he was still an innocent young man, thinking that if he went up the mountain and used the exquisite LV4 crime scene investigation skills, he could find some trace evidence. If he was lucky and could pick out some fingerprints, he might be able to successfully solve the case. Broken.
It was just a day after eating thirty or forty big roosters, and there were already more than twenty murder cases listed in the file.
This is equivalent to wiping out two and a half hiking teams of travel friends.
I even fought for my life!
To be honest, Jiang Yuan graduated from the Forensic Medicine Department of the Medical University. The most feared occupational death modes are that the first is being infected by a corpse, the second is being wiped on the neck by the murderer who returns to the crime scene, and the third is taking too much Fu Formaldehyde in malin can cause cancer.
Jiang Yuan had never thought of this mode of shooting.
It all depended on the strength of my teammates. It was thrilling and exciting, but I still feel a little scared when I think about it.
My heartbeat was trembling.
Jiang Yuan took out his mobile phone and sent a WeChat greeting to Mu Zhiyang, thanking his teammates for their sacrifice and keeping him safe.
When I got up and left the bedroom, I saw my father walking out the door with sleepy eyes.
"Dad." Jiang Yuan shouted.
"Yes." Jiang Fuzhen looked at his son and then looked out the window, just in time to hear the rooster crow again.
Jiang Fuzhen walked to the window, took another look, then looked at Jiang Yuan, and asked, "Do you want to eat rooster?"
Jiang Yuan hesitated and said, "Breakfast? It's too late."
"It's delicious to stir-fry chicken legs." Jiang Fuzhen said, taking out his mobile phone and making a call: "Lao Liu, is it you who made the rooster that crows? I know it's used for ancestor worship, but you also made too many. Now, kill a big one, I’ll go over and get two legs later and fry them for breakfast.”
When the person on the other end of the phone responded, Jiang Fuzhen went into the bathroom, washed his face twice, and ordered Jiang Yuanda: "Go and heat up the pot. I'll get the chicken and come back."
"Oh." Jiang Yuan responded, turned around and entered the kitchen. When he came out, he could clearly hear the chicken crow outside the window changing significantly.
For breakfast, Jiang Yuan got stir-fried chicken legs with green chili peppers, steamed buns and red chili sauce.
There is no woman in charge of the house, so the two men each make a cup of tea and eat steamed buns, which are delicious.
The community was quiet, not even a rooster crow was heard.
At around 7 o'clock, one after another teams were shouting to set off.
When it comes to ancestor worship, Jiangcun people are all professional.
Especially in the past decade or so, with the demolition process, every household has actually had nothing to do. The importance of ancestor worship is constantly being raised.
From once a year, to twice a year, to saying goodbye when I get the chance. The division of labor and cooperation among the shopkeepers of each house in ancestor worship are also constantly increasing.
What each household does and what they want to do happens every few years, and it is clearly assigned and fought for in advance.
This year, the only thing that has changed is that Uncle Seventeen and Aunt Seventeen are no longer there, so there have been slight adjustments.
9 o'clock in the morning.
Laojiang Village, Jiang Family Ancestral Hall.
The ancestor worship ceremony officially began.
First, there were the grandfathers and grandmothers in costumes, dancing with strange steps.
Then, several elders stood in the front row and offered sacrifices to their ancestors.
A big rooster, a sheep, a big fat pig.
Immediately afterwards, two groups of newlyweds, wearing bright red wedding dresses and red hijabs, arrived in front of the ancestral hall.
This is a young man who took the opportunity to worship his ancestors and got married.
In most cases, these are young people who have already received a certificate or even held a wedding. However, the omen of ancestor worship is very good, and the villagers are happy to have someone to celebrate the happy event with.
After finishing this set, it was already 10 o'clock. The third grandfather looked at the time and shouted "The number one scholar worships his ancestors", and someone pushed Jiang Yuan up.
Also going up together was the plaque of the home of the second-class hero.
Then, Third Grandpa asked Jiang Yuan to wear the medal of second-class merit, burn three sticks of incense, and announce the good news to his ancestors.
Jiang Yuan obeyed obediently.
Amid the smoke, Jiang Yuan's mood was unusually calm.
Suddenly, I wanted to pay my respects seriously.
This time I went out, this second-class merit medal itself had the aura of death. Just like those dead travel friends, no one really wants to die.
A simple, ordinary outing to another place has turned into a journey to the end of life.
Death is often closer and more sudden than everyone thinks.
The last ceremony was for someone to place the small, about 30 centimeters long, "second-class meritorious official" plaque on the top of the foyer in front of the ancestral hall.
Looking up, the ceiling of the foyer, which is about 100 square meters, is already filled with various plaques, and some plaques even cover the small plaques of the previous generation.
The most conspicuous plaque among them is undoubtedly the four-character plaque "Born as a Jinshi". It is 3.3 meters long and 2.2 meters wide. It has a maroon background and is placed in the middle of the main beam.
The third grandfather stamped his feet, raised his head and said, "When our Jiang family has more talents, we will expand this foyer and put a few more plaques to give an explanation to future generations."
The young people around him agreed with great enthusiasm.
But everyone knows that after returning home, what these people do most is provide consumption power for the motherland.
…
Afternoon.
Jiang Yuan took the key to the Raptor from the key cabinet, drove it out of the underground garage downstairs of his house, and went directly to the canteen of the community. He loaded two boxes of hard-boiled red eggs into the rear bucket, and after thinking about it, he took some more The remaining incense sticks from the ancestor worship ceremony, I ordered a few more Chinese sticks, and then headed to the work unit.
He has a holiday, but it would be noisy to stay at home, so he might as well come over directly.
He arrived at the parking lot with familiarity. Because he arrived late and the location was a little far away, Jiang Yuan called Wang Zhong and said with a smile: "Brother Zhong, I brought some eggs over. Do you want to come and move them together?"
"Hey, Jiang Yuan, you're back. Just in time, I wanted to come down and take a walk." Wang Zhong responded, and the sound of pushing a chair came from the phone.
After a while, Wang Zhong ran down, looking very happy.
Jiang Yuan stood on the carriage and waved, then brought out a box of red eggs and said, "I've been on a business trip for a long time, so I'll get some red eggs for everyone."
"There is nothing wrong with the red eggs prepared by the forensic doctor." Wang Zhong laughed, looked at Jiang Yuan again, and said: "Brother Jiang, just call me if you have anything to do in the future. You will kill all the fingerprint police in Shannan Province this time." Wearing it, who would have imagined it. 10 murder cases, you don’t know how much Drool Team Huang drools in a day.”
"The fingerprints I made in the fingerprint battle don't count as our team's?" Jiang Yuan raised his eyebrows.
"Forget it, it's not a full score, so we can't share it." Wang Zhong picked up a box of hard-boiled red eggs and walked as fast as he could.
Jiang Yuan also carried a box, took Zhonghua with him, followed Wang Zhong, put the box down in the hall, and said to the policeman in charge of the service desk: "These are the red eggs I brought over, you can take whatever you want." eat."
"Oh, okay." The policeman was still a little stunned.
Wang Zhong carried the box and said: "This is Jiang Yuan, the forensic doctor of our bureau. The previous fingerprint battle report, the one who won the 10 murder cases in the backlog."
Jiang Yuan arched his hands and led Zhonghua upstairs.
In the office.
Wu Jun put the armchair at the end and was taking a nap.
Jiang Yuan stopped Wang Zhong's plan to wake him up, opened a box of Chinese medicine, lit it, and waved it in the air a few times.
Wu Jun's eyes slowly opened.
"Are you dreaming?" When Wu Jun saw Jiang Yuan holding a lit China in his hand, he felt double happiness and unbelievable.
"Master, I'm back to work." Jiang Yuan handed the Chinese to Wu Jun.
Wu Jun smashed the bar twice, and he was sober. He sat up and said, "Good boy, you are willing to come back."
"I was called by Liu from the provincial department and was delayed." Jiang Yuan explained.
"Well, the Wu Longshan Savage Case finally turned into a hunter series murder case. It's good to be back so soon. I saw the report, more than twenty people died?" Wu Jun is also always concerned about the situation on Jiang Yuan's side. of.
Jiang Yuan nodded and said, "The trial hasn't been completed yet. It's probably more than that."
"Did you eat red eggs?"
"Eat. I also brought a lot of them." Jiang Yuan couldn't help but laugh.
"Eat two more, and I'll eat one too." Wu Jun knocked on the eggshells and asked again: "Have you crossed the fire?"
"not yet."
"Well, I'll cross one in a minute. Do you want to order some yellow paper?"
Jiang Yuan was dumbfounded: "You still have yellow paper."
"When I encounter more than two corpses, I usually just use yellow paper." Wu Jun said, taking out a stack of yellow paper from the bottom drawer, taking out a Xuande stove from under the radiator, and locked the office door. , placed it in the middle and lit it up: "We've done both at once, it's a new era, let's be more efficient."
Jiang Yuan did as he was told, but he had doubts about the new era Wu Jun said.
When the office door opened again, police officers from all over the place who had received the news came to look at the peep show, of course, in name only to say hello.
For a small place like Ningtai County, let alone 10 murder cases, each one is a huge event.
Jiang Yuan also visited several offices on the fourth floor and solemnly presented red eggs.
As a member of the Criminal Division Squadron, Jiang Yuan is still very willing to improve the relationship between colleagues.
After being sent all the way to the imaging office, Jiang Yuan saw an interesting scene.
Two police officers are trying their best to help a young lady who may be the victim search for road videos. They probably want a clearer image of the face. However, the pixels of the surveillance videos in Ningtai County are generally low. They want to find a Higher definition images are quite difficult.
This is actually a common phenomenon. Although there are more and more surveillance videos in China, they were all installed at different times. Moreover, the cost of high-definition cameras is several times that of ordinary cameras, and they must be installed on important road sections and bayonet points.
Furthermore, the camera is exposed outdoors, exposed to wind, sun and rain, and faces the test of various light changes and environmental changes. It is normal for the camera to be unclear.
Police officers who do picture investigation usually solve the case by finding a few clear images among a large number of unclear images.
And for Jiang Yuan, who had just upgraded to LV5 image enhancement, wasn't this a coincidence?
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
It is almost impossible to clean away the smell of blood that comes from everyone in the Zhenmo Division.
