Chapter 1212 Is Zhu Baogen there?

Han Yu rushed to the scene where the body was dumped, but Secretary Hua of Dujiang County was downstairs.

If you haven’t met him, you can pretend you don’t know and run away quietly. The problem is that Mr. Liu, who was sent to the Provincial Criminal Police Corps just now, was seen downstairs. It would be bad if you don’t go downstairs to say hello. Besides, now we have only found the scene where the body was dumped.

, the subsequent investigation still needs help from others.

Director Hu also thought it would be a bad idea not to meet him, so they went downstairs together and apologized to the uninvited guest.

"Secretary Hua, I'm so sorry. We just had a meeting with the provincial leaders. We need to call our superiors immediately to report on the spirit of the provincial leaders..."

"It's okay, it's okay. I took the liberty of coming to the door without even saying hello." Secretary Hua ignored the politeness and asked with a bit of embarrassment while smoking: "Bureau Hu, Bureau Han, what's the spirit of Mr. Liu?"

, can you also convey it to me?"

Comrade Hu was very professional in dealing with this situation. Han Yu took half a step back and stood on the side like a subordinate.

Director Hu took the cigarette and invited Secretary Hua to sit down and drink tea. He smiled and said: "Secretary Hua, please stop joking. Our two families are not affiliated with each other. How can I convey the spirit of Mr. Liu's instructions to you? Besides,

You are not only the police chief of Dujiang County, but also the county leader of Dujiang."

"Bureau Hu, please stop teasing me. What kind of leader am I in front of you?" Secretary Hua couldn't bear to joke and asked bluntly: "Bureau Hu, we are also neighbors. Please help me. Tell me, Mr. Liu.

Did you say anything?"

Some things don’t need to be hidden, and you can’t hide them.

Director Hu lit up his cigarette, pretended to hesitate, and said, "Mr. Liu said that the department leaders attach great importance to the case of severed arms and asked their criminal police team to jointly investigate with us."

"The Criminal Police Corps wants to join forces with you?" Secretary Hua looked shocked and couldn't believe his ears.

What surprised him even more was that Bureau Hu flicked the ashes and said in an understatement: "Our Changhang Public Security Bureau started relatively late in the formalization of construction, especially in the criminal investigation business, and there is a big gap with your local big brother. Since there is a gap,

To catch up, the leaders of our bureau asked us to train in actual combat and regard the investigation of the broken arm case as an opportunity to train the criminal investigation team, so Bureau Han and I could only follow the instructions of our superiors and declined Mr. Liu’s good intention of joint investigation.”

Han Yu lost no time and added: "But we still need the guidance of the corps. After all, we really have little experience in investigating difficult cases."

No one is willing to join forces with the Provincial Criminal Police Corps, and it is obviously impossible to join forces with the Dujiang County Public Security Bureau.

If they really solve the case, it won't matter as long as it has nothing to do with Dujiang County. If it is confirmed that the crime occurred in Dujiang, then everything Secretary Wang worried about will come true!

Secretary Hua realized the seriousness of the problem and didn't know how to speak for a while.

Han Yu took out his mobile phone to check the time and said apologetically: "Secretary Hua, the task force on the severed arm case has just made some progress. Director Hu and I need to go to Dujiang to make some preparations and wait for the leaders of Central Y to finish their inspection.

, we are about to organize forces to conduct an investigation near a flood control gate on the east bank of the Mangdao River, and we really don’t have time to drink tea with you."

Director Hu also didn't bother to receive him, and said with deep understanding: "Secretary Hua, today is an unfortunate day. When you come back another day, I will definitely show my friendship as a landlord."

This is an eviction order!

And they went to Dujiang again!

Secretary Hua was about to speak when his cell phone rang suddenly. When he looked at the caller ID, he saw that it was Secretary W Wang of Yangzhou Municipal Law personally calling.

"Okay," Secretary Hua clutched the phone tightly and said with a fake smile: "Actually, there is no need to change the day. Bureau Hu, Bureau Han, aren't you going to Dujiang? Give me a chance and I will make arrangements tonight."

"No need to be so polite."

"Secretary Hua, answer the phone first."

…

At the same time, a villager's family in Changhe Village, Jiaowei Town, Linghai City was busy organizing funeral arrangements.

After Zhu Baogen's "second retirement", he returned to his old business. He originally only helped people around the Fourth Factory. He would never go further, and if people didn't know about him, they wouldn't look for him. Since he met Yang Er, who failed in business and became a monk,

His business scope of collecting dead people expanded to three or four towns.

Yang Er was very shrewd. He became a monk within half a year after learning to be a monk. He also formed a team of monks, Taoist priests and drummers. The monks and Taoist priests were actually villagers with no future. They usually worked at home and farmed.

So I took the extra gear and went out with Yang Er to perform rituals for others.

The host family also knows that they are fake monks and Taoist priests, but it is not important to the host family whether they are true or false. It is also unimportant whether the sutras recited by the monks and Taoists are correct or not. No one understands these things anyway. What is important is to organize the funeral.

It's lively and lively and even beautiful.

To take a step back, even if you want to find real monks, you can't find real Taoist priests. There are no famous mountains and ancient temples in Linghai, so there are no real monks or Taoist priests at all.

Compared to Yang Er and others, Zhu Baogen has a clear conscience for making money.

He doesn't rely on deception, he relies on his craftsmanship.

I received the letter at 10:30 this morning and rushed over by bicycle. As soon as I arrived, I was busy giving the recently deceased old man a haircut, shaving, cutting nails, scrubbing his body, and then helping the old man put on the shroud he had prepared earlier.

Yang Er and the others had already arranged the mourning hall. Several people wearing cassocks sat around the Eight Immortals Table and chanted words. Several Taoist priests beat gongs and drums and performed rituals in circles in front of the mourning hall.

Many relatives and friends who received the bad news came one after another to pay their respects to the old man's body, bringing paper money and foils. The filial sons and grandsons burned the paper and knelt down to express their gratitude...

A pergola was set up at the door, and four tables were set up in the pergola to entertain relatives and friends who came to express their condolences.

Zhu Baogen has been busy for nearly two hours. He is already hungry. He wants to go to the table for dinner but the host has not invited him. He wants to go home to eat but cannot leave now. Because Mr. Yin and Yang has calculated the time and has to deliver the meal to the elderly at 1:38 p.m.

The body goes to the funeral home for cremation.

The old man is now wearing a shroud and has to be wrapped in a white cloth before going to the funeral parlor.

In fact, his job is not only to wrap the old man in white cloth, but also to put the old man's ashes into another set of shrouds after the cremation, decorate them like adults, put them into the coffin, and then bury them according to the previous tradition.

Yang Er and the others had just eaten outside. When they saw Lao Zhu sitting in the corner and hesitated to speak, they quickly got up and walked to the old man's eldest son.

"Boss Zhang, the banquet will start soon outside. Master Zhu has been busy for a long time and hasn't eaten yet."

Boss Zhang calmed down and was about to invite Lao Zhu out for a bite to eat when Boss Zhang's wife pulled his arm.

Boss Zhang didn't know why, so he followed his mother-in-law out of the main room and asked with a puzzled look: "What's wrong?"

"How can he serve it on the table? If he puts it on the table, can others eat it?"

"What should we do?" Thinking of what Lao Zhu did just now, Boss Zhang also thought it was inappropriate for Lao Zhu to have dinner with his relatives and friends.

Boss Zhang's wife looked into the cooking area and whispered: "Say hello to him, and I'll ask the chef to serve some food for him to eat on the side."

"Okay, I'll go say hello."

…

Because he had touched a dead person with his hands, he felt unlucky and could not go to the table, so he had to move a small bench to eat in the corner. Zhu Baogen had long been used to it.

He was eating with gusto when he accidentally noticed his relatives and friends gathered around the round table pointing at him and talking about it.

Isn't it just to restrain the dead? Why make such a fuss?

Lao Zhu felt it was unreasonable. What is there to be afraid of dead people? What's the use of being afraid? Who doesn't know how to kill people? Who doesn't know how to die? And then he thought that after finishing the work for this family, he could earn two hundred

, and felt very happy.

At this time, a child suddenly exclaimed: "Police, Dad, the police are here!"

"Police, hurry up and eat, don't talk nonsense."

"I'm not talking nonsense. If you don't believe me, just look at it."

Everyone looked in the direction of the child's finger and suddenly saw a police car driving this way along the country road.

A middle-aged man muttered: "I should be passing by."

"They weren't passing by, they turned around."

"What are they doing here?"

"have no idea."

When the owner heard the noise outside, he ran out and found it strange. The old man died of an old age, and it was not an abnormal death. Why did the police come?

Just when everyone was confused, the police car slowly stopped on the roadside on the east side of his house.

A young policeman opened the door and got out of the car, came up to him and asked, "Is this Zhang Fuyu's house?"

"Yes, I am Zhang Fuyu, comrade policeman, do you have anything to do with me?"

"I'm not looking for you, we're looking for Zhu Baogen. Has he come to your house?"

Lao Zhu squeezed out of the crowd with his rice bowl in hand. He was amused and asked subconsciously: "Xiao Chen, what are you doing here?"

Xiaoyu's apprentice Chen Ming did not dare to treat Lao Zhu as an ordinary retired employee, so he habitually raised his hands and saluted: "Hello, Uncle Zhu, Uncle Zhu, Director Han asked me to invite you back."

"What are you going to do?" Zhu Baogen was confused.

"The bureau has encountered a case, please go back and help."

How can I help when the bureau encounters a case?

Zhu Baogen was stunned for a moment, and then he realized what he was doing. He thought to himself that he was either fishing for corpses or collecting them. There was really no one in the Changhang Branch who could do this job. In the past, he planned to pass on his skills to Xiaoyu, but Xiaoyu didn't like it and beat him to death.

I am not willing to learn either. It seems that I need to find an opportunity to talk to Xianyu and arrange for someone to learn specifically.

Xiao Chen didn't know what Lao Zhu was thinking, so he said eagerly: "Uncle Zhu, leave quickly, we have to go to Yangzhou."

"Going right now?"

"Well, Director Ding and Bureau Chen from Guzhou Branch have already set off."

"Wait a minute while I pack my things."

There is something going on at my old unit and I have to help.

Lao Zhu couldn't think about the wages. Anyway, Yang Er, the fake monk, couldn't escape. He could ask Yang Er for it later. He immediately put the bowls and chopsticks on the round table and ran back to get the dead man.

Seeing Lao Zhu get into the police car and leave, the police car turned around and even turned on the lights and sounded the siren. Thinking about the policeman who came to pick him up and saluted him as soon as he got out of the car, Boss Zhang was stunned and thought to himself who I invited here.

Let the old man restrain himself.

Yang Er felt that he was very dignified, so he put on his cassock and held a wooden fish in his hands and said with a beaming eyebrow: "Master Zhu used to work in the Public Security Bureau. He retired and had nothing to do, so he came to practice with us."

"Master Yang, Master Zhu are the forensic doctors of the Public Security Bureau?"

"I don't know about that. Anyway, he has been working in the police for many years."

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