The three people at the table were all shocked when they heard Ma Xiaoguang suddenly say that Guang Xiu was not the real murderer!
"No way? Then Guang Xiu did it himself!"
Chu Zhi asked in disbelief.
"The purpose of his confession is to let us know that the murderer has been arrested, and the purpose is to cover up the real murderer!"
Ma Xiaoguang said to his three colleagues.
"But not only the confession, but the evidence is also consistent. The time of death was in the afternoon..."
Wu Chengzhang shook his head when he heard this and raised his own doubts about Ma Xiaoguang's judgment.
"Originally, this was the strongest evidence, but now there is a new possibility."
Ma Xiaoguang did not directly deny Deputy Webmaster Wu's statement, but gave a new view.
"Sir Ma, what you mean is that Mr. Qu's death time can be changed through some artificial methods... like, like this celery soaked in water?"
The fat man rolled his eyes and quickly revealed the answer to the mystery.
"So, there is a problem with the time of death! Should the scope of suspects be expanded?"
Deputy station director Wu also reacted and asked Ma Xiaoguang in a deep voice.
"Yes, the time to death of a corpse will be shortened by immersing it in cold water, and rigor mortis will appear later. If the death occurs at 8 a.m., the time of death in the autopsy after immersion in cold water may be 2 p.m.!"
When Ma Xiaoguang said this, the two agents at Ningbo Station suddenly opened their eyes.
"But, the body may become swollen after being soaked in water?"
Although he was shocked, he still expressed his opinion.
"It won't work if the soaking time is short. It will only reduce the time for rigor mortis to appear and affect our judgment."
Fatty and Chief Ma exchanged a look and said to Chu Zhi.
"That person's hands and feet will get wrinkled if he soaks them for a long time..."
Chu Zhi nodded, but then raised a new question hesitantly.
"It's simple. We can think of it. Since the murderer is at peace with himself, he must also have thought that the dead are different from the living. The dead don't wrinkle..."
With Commander Ma's approval, Fatty naturally started to work in detective mode.
"Well! The special operations team is indeed well-deserved. It seems that our opponent this time is not simple! There must be some inside story in this case!"
Deputy Webmaster Wu was thoughtful, but he expressed his views from a higher level and did not continue to dwell on the minutiae.
"The more this happens, the more it proves the importance of our Ningbo city and the importance of Ningbo Station!"
Chief Ma also stood up at the right time and spoke in official language.
The two talked about each other for a while, and immediately agreed to immediately start investigating the murder of President Qu again. This time, the special operations team will be responsible for the case!
Ningbo Station and other local units will cooperate unconditionally.
Early the next morning.
Ma Xiaoguang, who had taken over the task, was sitting in his temporary office, and Hardman was sucking him to death one after another.
"Sir, should our next step be to question everyone involved in the case again?"
The fat man stood respectfully at the table, asking for advice.
Ma Xiaoguang shook his head: "It should be like this under normal circumstances, but this time I think it will have no effect..."
"Are you saying that the real murderer has been prepared for a long time, so that he will either run away or disappear... but he will not be able to catch him?"
"So I said your kid is a genius... Such a big fanfare will have little effect."
Ma Xiaoguang nodded and praised the fat man's reaction, then laughed playfully.
The fat man blinked and asked quickly: "Then let's close the case?"
Ma Xiaoguang nodded in agreement: "Yes! When the case is announced to the public, isn't Guangxiu willing to take the blame? Let him become the real master of taking the blame!"
The fat man gave the order, and the two looked at each other and smiled maliciously.
…
Three days later, the notice board in front of Sanjiangkou Market.
"There is a Japanese spy. Monk Guangxiu has been captured by our intelligence agency. In order to clarify the correct punishment and boost the morale of the military and civilians, a public sentencing meeting will be held in the square in front of the Catholic Church in seven days..."
An old master was shaking his head and reading a newly posted notice to the onlookers.
"Public sentencing meeting? This is good! The damn little devil should be beheaded..."
"Will someone rob the execution ground?"
"Are you overthinking it? The machine guns of the gendarmerie are vegetarian?"
The onlookers were all talking about the content of the notice.
An old man with gray beard walked past the crowd and stopped there for a while, but he didn't stay too much.
He glanced at the noisy crowd and walked westward along Dongda Road calmly.
The old man walked slowly and leisurely, and when he reached Gulou Street, he turned into a narrow alley.
Gan Yueze from the Ningbo Station behind him quickly followed in with members of the action team.
The streets extending in all directions were like a maze. After the old man got into the streets, his steps became faster.
The team members followed for a while, from Hutong Street to the slightly wider Fuqiao Street, but they could no longer find the old man!
"Captain, I have lost Mr. Jingming, what should I do?"
Action team member Tang Laoer asked Gan Yueze anxiously.
"Damn, there's obviously something wrong with this old man... But it doesn't matter. The commander has a plan. Just slow down and search along the streets and alleys in this area. Don't be too hasty, take your time."
Gan Yueze waved his hand and gave instructions to the team members.
After saying that, Gan Yueze turned around and ran to the "Mingzhou Business News" newspaper office on Baizhang Street.
"People disappeared on Fuqiao Street?"
After hearing Gan Yueze's report, Wu Chengzhang stood up and confirmed to him again.
Gan Yueze replied affirmatively: "Yes, our entire action team has spread out. Most of us are locals. There is no mistake. It must be Fuqiao Street..."
Wu Chengzhang nodded solemnly when he heard this, and turned his eyes to Ma Xiaoguang, who was sitting next to him and smoking Hardman.
"Brother, your guess must be correct!"
Wu Chengzhang looked at Ma Xiaoguang and said with a smile.
"It's just a fluke. Let's go and meet that old friend..."
Ma Xiaoguang smiled lightly, put out the cigarette butt, suddenly stood up and said to everyone.
The group of people drove quickly to a place that Ma Xiaoguang was once familiar with.
Tianning Temple.
"Sir, all exits are under surveillance!"
Tang Laoer came forward and reported to Wu Chengzhang in a low voice.
The two of them did not bring more people with them. They only asked Tzu Zhi and Fatty to follow them, and asked the other brothers to continue to monitor them.
Wu Chengzhang and Ma Xiaoguang exchanged glances, smiled at each other, and walked towards the mountain gate of Tianning Temple.
The two quickly entered the mountain gate, and the monk Zhike quickly came forward to greet them.
"Amitabha, the two donors are well..."
"Well, Master, we are here to find Master Yuanhui."
Chu Zhi came forward and briefly explained the purpose of his visit to Monk Zhike, and the four of them quickly rushed to Monk Yuanhui's monastery at the back.
