Author: The bear skimming the treetops

Early the next morning, the birds on the branches sang the song of life crisply, the morning dew shone in the morning sun, and the flowers bloomed on both sides of the Dongtang River.

A small boat with a black roof swung through the calm water and sailed slowly eastward.

At this time, it was a little after six o'clock.

A dark and thin river cleaner stood hunched over on a small black-topped boat, bending down from time to time to salvage garbage floating on the river.

This is his daily job. All kinds of garbage are always produced in the city. Some citizens throw garbage into the river, causing the water quality of various rivers in the city to deteriorate significantly. The river water is turbid, and water bubbles appear from time to time.

There was a silent explosion on the surface of the water.

The river was mostly filled with silt and was not very deep. The cleaners used bamboo grass to push the small boat to the bend of the river.

The water flow here is slow and a lot of garbage has settled.

He has been in this business for seven or eight years and is very experienced. This is a key area for cleaning, and it takes a lot of time every day.

The cleaner put down the bamboo shoots, took a sip of strong tea to moisten his throat, and rubbed his rough hands. Then he took out the tools from the cabin and prepared to start cleaning. After this area was cleaned, he could go home and have breakfast.

The water in front of me was swirling, with rotten vegetable leaves, rags and even excrement floating in the water.

People here gather together because of water, and live because of water. They wash vegetables, wash clothes, and flush toilets in the river. Over time, they have become accustomed to it.

The cleaner used a scratching hook to pick up a broken piece of wood as thick as an arm and threw it into the cabin with all his strength. Unexpectedly, his body tilted to one side and swayed a few times on the boat. He almost lost his balance and fell into the water.

After looking closely, I discovered that there was a rope tied to the other end of the broken log.

The cleaner cursed in a low voice. He didn't know which monkey was causing the mischief. He didn't make much money from this job, and he was always teased by some naughty children.

He bent down and grabbed the string, pulling it up bit by bit.

The things underwater were heavy, but he didn't care. Those ignorant children often made some pranks to entertain him.

I alternated my hands and pulled it for more than ten times, and finally something came to the surface. It was a sack.

Then, where the sack was open, a pale hand that had been soaked came into view.

"Oh my God!" The cleaner was so frightened that he threw away the rope and sat down on the board of the boat. The awning boat swayed from side to side, the water rippled, and the sack containing the body also floated away in the water.

The cleaner didn't care much, he rowed as hard as he could, and escaped from the water as if he had seen a ghost. He didn't even dare to stay on the boat anymore. Instead, he approached the nearest shore, jumped off the boat, and ran to the river bank.

Soon, the police arrived at the scene one after another.

An old policeman suppressed the feeling of nausea and vomiting, walked through two alleys before finding a public phone, breathlessly called the branch's detective unit and said: "A headless body was fished out of the East River, please send someone quickly.

Bar!"

The young policeman who answered the phone had just arrived at the office, and his tone was a little impatient: "This is not the first time I have seen a dead person, what's the fuss? You guys should control the scene first, and wait for the unit chief to come later."

The unit chief's office door is closed. He most likely went to play mahjong again last night.

For the police stationed at the grassroots level, while the people in the bureau have a natural sense of superiority, they are also very disdainful of the police below. They will call to report the most serious things and rely on their superiors to make decisions on everything.

The old policeman said calmly: "The scene is under control, but there are many people watching. Guess who died?"

The other party was a little unhappy: "Old Liu, what's the point? Who died?"

These veteran police officers have been working in the same jurisdiction for more than ten years, and they are most familiar with heads.

"I don't know who it is, but he is wearing the clothes of a rickshaw driver!"

"What? Rickshaw driver? Brother Liu, tell me quickly, what's going on?"

There was a sneer on the corner of the old policeman's mouth, as if he could see him jumping up from his chair through the phone.

The old policeman glanced at the direction where the body was found and said: "More than fifty meters downstream of Tianjiaqiao, it's so damn unlucky to encounter this early in the morning. This case has no beginning or end, and there are no clues.

Our police force is limited, so it’s difficult to solve the case, and we need experts like you to take action.”

"Old Liu, please, I will report to the unit chief right now!" The young policeman's attitude became more and more respectful.

The case was reported to Zhou Xingang step by step.

When Lao Jia went in to report, Zhou Xingang was sitting on the sofa alone. His eyes were bloodshot and his hair was messy. There was a large tea vat in front of him. When Lao Jia came in, he raised his hand to signal Lao Jia to sit down.

When Lao Jia saw the section chief's appearance, he said, "I've stayed up all night again."

Zhou Xingang took a big sip of tea and then said: "Yes, my legs are almost getting thin from running around with these old men in Lincheng Station. Tell me, in order to catch a tomb robber, we did this stabbing

What a big bag! Damn it, if I catch these tomb robbers, I have to skin them!"

Although he said this, he also knew that even if there was no such thing as Fang, the Detective Division would not be able to stay idle.

Who makes Lincheng Station a privileged department? The police station is basically the third grandson in front of others.

He frowned and looked at Lao Jia. Lao Jia usually didn't like to come to his office. The situation this morning was a bit unusual.

"Old Jia, is something wrong?"

Lao Jia nodded: "I just received a call that a headless body was found in Donghe!"

When talking about the case, Zhou Xingang suddenly became energetic and asked: "Is the deceased a rickshaw driver?"

Lao Jia's eyes widened and he said, "Hey, section chief, you are so amazing, it's like you already knew it."

Zhou Xingang waved his hand: "Don't put a high hat on me. Ordinary cases are handled by the branch below. How can you still come to us? Tell me!"

After speaking, he took a sip of strong tea and smoothed his messy hair with both hands.

Just at this time, there was a knock on the door and Jiang Jin walked in.

Lao Jia glanced at Jiang Jin and did not continue.

Zhou Xingang understood what he meant and said: "Xiao Jiang is one of our own and can be trusted."

A simple sentence made Jiang Jin feel the blood all over his body rushing towards his head. His head was so hot that he tried his best to control his emotions. When he saw a delicate little kettle in the corner, he picked it up and refilled Zhou Xingang's water.

After all, no one dislikes being trusted and valued by superiors.

Lao Jia then reported the specific circumstances of the discovery of the body.

"Damn, I'm really afraid of what I'm afraid of. We spent the whole night looking for that rickshaw driver named Chen Asi. If this guy had been drowned long ago, hey..." Zhou Xingang cursed, with a very expression on his face.

complex.

Lao Jia's face remained as usual: "Section Chief, I'm afraid we have to notify Lincheng Station about this case as soon as possible. They are keeping an eye on it!"

Zhou Xingang nodded: "Of course I learned about this gang! It's good, we have one less murder case, let them solve it. With their ability, they will definitely be able to find the murderer."

His eyes were shining and he waved his right hand vigorously in the air.

Now there is a tomb robbing case on one hand and a Japanese espionage case on the other, making him very anxious.

Yesterday, after coming out of Lincheng, he immediately reported to the director, proposing to focus on the Japanese espionage case first and get over the current hurdle first. He had already received the director's approval.

Of course, although suggestions have been made, it is not easy to implement them.

Therefore, Zhou Xingang was particularly interested in clues about the Japanese spy case. It would make sense if the deceased was Chen Asi, a rickshaw driver. After all, this person might have met a Japanese spy.

Jiang Jin didn't know the whole story, but he was thinking carefully and roughly guessed what was going on. He said secretly: "It seems that there have been many breakthroughs in this case. I don't know what happened to the people at Lincheng Station."

Found out?"

Apart from the case, he was more concerned about Fang's current situation.
Chapter completed!