"Hello? Hello? Can you hear me?"
"Are these Wang Beixun's family members? This is the police station. There is a rotting corpse here. Can you come over and verify the DNA?"
…
Hearing this news, it was like the sky was falling.
My father, who had been missing for five years, received bad news at this time.
I ran down the mountain and drove to the police station.
Because I deal with dead people all year round, I have long been familiar with the staff at the police station.
They also knew that the purpose of my visit was to identify the body, and then they took me to the city's morgue.
On the way, the staff at the police station told me that my father’s body was found in a tourist attraction. If someone had not been flying a drone in the scenic area and the drone crashed into a canyon, my father’s body might never have been found.
When I arrived at the forensic studio in the city, several people took me to identify the body.
When I first saw the corpse, it was already rotting. Perhaps because of the reason it was transported here, the carrion on the body had fallen off. .
The body still had hair tissue, and I recognized the clothes and pants he was wearing at a glance. They were exactly the ones my father wore when he and his second uncle left home. I recognized everything on him.
Of course, if this is a coincidence, the evidence given to me by the police has confirmed it.
That's my father's ID card.
After forensic DNA comparison, it was confirmed that the body was that of my father, Wang Beixun!
"After investigation by our criminal investigation comrades, your father died of homicide. He had multiple stab wounds on his body, most of which were fatal. Although the murder weapon was not found, it is generally confirmed to be a dagger, and we have also locked the identity of the suspect. "
The police officer handling the case explained it to me and kept comforting me.
"Who?" I asked, gritting my teeth and suppressing my anger.
"Your father's biological brother, Wang Tianhong." the policeman replied.
I slowly raised my head and looked at the policeman with a questioning expression. It was obvious that I did not agree with this result.
The suspect turned out to be my second uncle!
The police said that the body had actually been found half a month ago. After investigating multiple evidences, they identified my second uncle as the suspect who killed my father.
Coincidentally, they found my second uncle’s mobile phone number, but it was me who answered the phone.
The policeman knew that I didn't believe the result, so he patted me on the shoulder and said.
"Tell me, where is your second uncle?"
"He was captured a long time ago."
I answered truthfully, without any cover-up. However, I was not angry because my second uncle was a suspect. Instead, I kept staring at my father's body, always feeling that something was wrong.
"Arrested? Are you covering up your second uncle? We know everything about him!"
"As far as I know, twenty years ago, your second uncle was sentenced for intentional murder. You should have seen him when he was released from prison fifteen years later. Now that your second uncle has killed your father, you can not accept this fact, but we What the police pay attention to when handling cases is evidence!”
The policeman persuaded me, but he misunderstood me.
I have made it very clear that not long after my father disappeared five years ago, he was handcuffed and taken away.
"I checked and found that your second uncle was not taken away by other police officers. There has been no news since he was released from prison five years ago. Our census system has not been able to find his information. He is absconding out of fear of crime! Are you stupid! He killed your father! He is no longer your biological uncle!"
The policeman became angry and spoke in an increasingly serious tone.
"Didn't the Public Security Bureau arrest him? And he was also the director." I answered calmly.
"Fart! What kind of prisoner does our chief have to do it himself?" the police officer yelled angrily.
"How do I know so much? I only know that his name is Liang Jie, and he claims to be the director of Bureau 749." I was impatient myself. I told him many times that my second uncle had been arrested long ago, but I just didn't believe me.
At this moment, the police suddenly stopped talking and arranged for someone to find out the situation.
A few minutes later, the police stopped talking about the second uncle and said nothing about the suspect.
Instead he asked me what to do with my father’s body.
Now that the DNA has been confirmed and the second uncle was taken away for several years, it depends on what I mean.
"Be cremated."
I said calmly.
Without saying a word, the police arranged for my father's body to be taken to a funeral home for cremation.
During the cremation, the policeman accompanying me handed me a cigarette and asked me to go out and say a few words.
As the smoke filled my lungs, the policeman asked me.
"I see that you are not very sad about your father's death. Is there any conflict between you two as father and son?"
I shook my head, saying it was nothing.
"Your uncle killed your father. Anyone else would have collapsed. You have a strong psychological endurance." The policeman said helplessly.
"My family has been dealing with dead people for generations. You are a police officer. You should have checked my information. I am Mr. Yin Yang among the people, who specializes in helping others with innocent things. I have seen more dead people than you, the police officer." No matter how disgusting the corpse is, I won’t have too many feelings.” I answered the policeman honestly.
He nodded and did not continue to ask about my family affairs, but changed the subject to talk about my personal matters at work.
After waiting for a long time, the people at the funeral home handed the urn to me.
After I took it, the policeman comforted me by patting me on the shoulder again.
I sighed and spoke intentionally or unintentionally.
"You are investigating my father's death as homicide. It has been five years since his death, which was the year he disappeared. Although I don't read much, I still know a thing or two about the changes in corpses."
"The corpse begins to become cold ten minutes after death, and rigor mortis takes one to three hours, followed by corpse odor. Three days after death, the air bubbles in the body accumulate more and more, forming a giant appearance, with the whole body swollen and the mouth turning. When buried in the ground, it will continue to rot, producing a large number of maggots, which together with microorganisms will decompose the body. Slowly, the body will turn into a pool of blood and hang on the bones, until a year later, it will completely turn into a skeleton."
"My father's body was exposed in the wilderness for five years. Even if the geographical environment affects it, it will turn into bones. In five years, his body will just rot. Strictly speaking, it only takes a little external force for his body to survive. Continue to be well preserved.”
I expressed my suspicions and elicited a response from the police.
The two of us stood aside and chatted, and the policeman looked at me doubtfully and asked.
"What do you mean?"
"It doesn't mean anything, I'm just sharing my opinion."
I don't think it's convenient to tell the police the rest. If I continue to talk, his mind will be changed, or I will be arrested as a superstition.
What I can say is just about the changes in corpse transformation, and is not an act of promoting superstition.
Before leaving, I asked casually.
"Officer, do you know what organization Bureau 749 is?"
"I know, but I can't tell you more."
"Can't you reveal anything?"
"No! Not even a punctuation mark. But I can tell you accurately that your second uncle was taken away by Bureau 749, so this case is no longer under our control. Naturally, someone will try your uncle. As a person, I cannot follow If you say too much, it will be like leaking secrets, so..."
I put out my hand to stop the policeman from continuing.
Since you can't say it, then don't use this fishing method to chat with me.
I returned home with my father's ashes, no sadness, no pain.
Although the DNA of the corpse does belong to my father after comparing various certificates, I still doubt that this corpse is not my father Wang Beixun.
As long as I have hope, I will never accept reality.
Therefore, I did not regard my father as dead.
In the evening, I came to the top of the mountain again, which is my grandfather’s grave, and told the grave what happened today. I didn’t know if my grandfather could hear me.
I opened the ashes and placed them in a place with overgrown weeds.
Several thin figures appeared in the dark night, and the little ghost gradually appeared.
They gathered around the urn and started sucking. Even if they were ghosts, the ashes were delicious food for them.
Watching the imp sucking on the ashes gave me an image.
I vaguely remember my grandpa telling me that I grew up eating ashes. Maybe I was just like these little devils eating ashes when I was a child.
I stood on the top of the mountain and looked into the distance. I could roughly see that there were still a few lights in our village.
Grandpa, father, second uncle.
How many secrets are hidden between the three of them?
I think you have to find someone first to solve it.
Liang Jie, the director of Bureau 749, was a person whom we met only once five years ago.
