He knew full well that the boiler worker inside was exactly the perverted killer he remembered from his previous life. The potential perverted killer, coupled with this faintly haunting rap music... suddenly appeared in this person, how could Zhou Nan not be sensitive!
Zhou Nan immediately put down the thermos bottle in his hand, took out a cigarette, pretended to beg for fire, walked around the empty space to the back, and knocked open the boilermaker's operating room.
Boom, boom, boom!
Zhou Nan let out a long breath and knocked vigorously on the rusty wooden door.
The door suddenly opened, and a middle-aged man with fair complexion and meticulously combed hair appeared in front of Zhou Nan like a ghost. He looked at Zhou Nan coldly and said in a deep voice, "What are you doing? You need to carry water to the front!"
Zhou Nan smiled and said, "I'm sorry, Master, I stayed up all night in bed, and I feel a little sleepy. I want to smoke a cigarette but I forgot to bring a fire. Do you have a lighter? Lend me a fire!"
The boilerman yelled, lowered his head and started to dig into his pocket. While he was digging into his pocket, Zhou Nan quickly glanced inside. There was a large boiler in the middle, a steel wire bed on the left, and the head of the bed.
There is a black two-speaker radio player on the top, and the beat music just now must have come from there; on the right is a large pile of slag, but it is not messy at all, and is piled up neatly.
Zhou Nan glanced around and then quietly took it back. The boilerman took out a beige disposable lighter from his pocket and handed it to Zhou Nan. Zhou Nan lit a cigarette, then took out his Ashima with a smile.
Pulling out one and handing it to him, he smiled and said, "Master, would you like to take one too?"
The boilermaker waved his hand calmly, "Thank you, I don't smoke."
After saying that, he turned around and walked back into the house, closing the door tightly.
Zhou Nan's smile faded, and he turned around to leave. Suddenly, he accidentally discovered a drop of dry black traces in a corner of the steps under the door frame, which was very similar to what a drop of blood would look like after it has dried.
Zhou Nan's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly leaned down to check it carefully, and then left in a hurry. The doubts in his heart became more and more intense.
He is not a criminal investigation expert, but he intuitively feels that this person has some internal or external connection with the case of Zhang Xiumei's murder.
However... that day, he stayed in the boiler room to work and did not leave. Zhou Nan could be sure of this. Because starting from noon, Zhou Nan sat at the door of the inpatient building outside the boiler room and "squatted", turning around and looking at it several times.
, he has indeed never left the inpatient ward of the hospital, let alone killing people and dismembering their bodies and driving around to dump them.
Even if he killed Zhang Xiumei in broad daylight, and assuming the crime scene was in this boiler room, but he didn't have the ability to clone himself, how could he drive to dump the body? For Zhou Nan, this was an unsolvable problem.
puzzle.
Moreover, Zhou Nan has already learned from the hospital about this person's get off work and rest time. He starts boiling water at 6 a.m., continues to boil water at 11 a.m., and then continues until 5 p.m., with no rest on Saturdays and Sundays, every day. . Since it was working hours, there was absolutely no way he could leave his job for several hours in full view of the public, because the water boiler had to adjust the heat and temperature at any time.
…
Zhou Nan filled the boiling water and returned to the ward with a heavy heart. Beat music, boiler room, boilermaker, dismemberment case, dead woman, that little bit of blood...these keywords kept flashing in his mind, and he seemed to
I could vaguely see a dazzling light, but I couldn't figure it out.
Seeing that he felt a little absent-minded, Meng Chunting thought that he... She sighed quietly in her heart and said softly, "Xiao Zhou, you go back to work, I can do it by myself. Haha, if it doesn't work, let Dai Long find it."
It’s okay if you come alone!”
Zhou Nan suddenly raised his head and caught a glimpse of the "sad" look on Meng Chunting's face. He knew in his heart that she had misunderstood him, but he couldn't explain this kind of thing, and there was no need to explain anything, so he smiled
Xiao Xiao didn't say anything. He just soaked the towel in hot water, wrung it out, strode over and said with a smile, "Mr. Meng, let me wipe your face for you."
Before Meng Chunting could say her refusal, Zhou Nan sat on the edge of the hospital bed, leaned down and carefully put a hot towel on Meng Chunting's face, and wiped it gently bit by bit. The hot towel covered her eyes, and a breath of
A strange warmth and tenderness suddenly surged from the bottom of Meng Chunting's heart. Her eyes turned red and she couldn't help but shed tears.
Over the years, she has been living alone with Chen Xi, and her career has been very smooth. Although she looks beautiful on the outside, the loneliness and pain deep inside are not enough to explain to outsiders. Especially as a mother, she has always taken care of her.
He cares about his daughter Chen Xi, but as a woman who also needs care, has anyone ever cared about her and wiped her face with a hot towel so tenderly?
Zhou Nan's inadvertent little movement once again touched the fragile heartstring hidden deep in Meng Chunting's heart.
Suddenly, he heard Meng Chunting choke, her shoulders trembled, and her chest heaved slightly. Zhou Nan was startled, and slowly took away the towel, looking at Meng Chunting with tears in her eyes, unable to say a word.
But Meng Chunting hesitated, and finally reached out and grabbed Zhou Nan's hand. Although her hand held Zhou Nan's hand tightly, it was slightly trembling and cold. Zhou Nan hesitated for a moment, then let Meng Chunting pull her hand.
She held his hand and slowly placed it on her chest.
Her chest was warm and elastic, and Zhou Nan's hand was pressed into the natural gap by her hand, and it stayed awkwardly.
Just when Zhou Nan felt ashamed and didn't know what to do, he suddenly discovered that Meng Chunting had fallen asleep holding his hand, with a warm and satisfied smile on her charming face.
Zhou Nan was speechless, but couldn't move. If he wanted to move, he would inevitably touch the swollen private parts of Meng Chunting's chest... So he couldn't move, and he didn't dare to move. He sat there helplessly, with a relatively calm expression.
The strange posture was lost in thought.
Fortunately, no doctors or nurses arrived at this time, otherwise, they might have thought that he had some evil intention of molesting the patients.
…
The cold and stiff face of the boilermaker just now appeared in front of his eyes, and the question marks in Zhou Nan's head became more and more prominent.
It was clear that he had no time to commit the crime, but why did he feel like he was the murderer?!
Meng Chunting was hospitalized by chance, and Zhou Nan accidentally came to the boiler room of the inpatient department of Haidu City People's Hospital to fetch water, and accidentally discovered something accidental... All these accidental factors were added together, and Zhou Nan not only completely overturned his previous understanding of this
Various inferences about the case suddenly gave rise to the feeling that that person was the murderer who killed Zhang Xiumei and cut her body into pieces!
This feeling is very strange and very strong!
So much so that no matter how Zhou Nan solved it, he couldn't solve it!
In fact, Meng Chunting did not really fall asleep, but was immersed in a kind of ethereal and tender hallucination, half asleep and unable to extricate herself. She knew it was indecent, but she couldn't bear to let go of Zhou Nan's hand.
Time passed little by little. Zhou Nan couldn't help but move slightly because of his awkward posture. He moved his hand slightly on Meng Chunting's chest. He wanted to pull away, but was "hugged" by Meng Chunting's hand.
He had no choice but to let it go again.
But this time, I put it in the wrong place, and it suddenly fell on a plump and plump mass.
Zhou Nan's hand trembled as if it had been electrocuted, while Meng Chunting immediately let go of her cheeks, turned away, closed her eyes, and her breathing became very rapid.
Zhou Nan immediately retracted his hand in embarrassment and turned his back, with a deep wry smile on his face.
At this time, he himself couldn't figure out how he felt about Meng Chunting. Emotions were far from being discussed, but to say that he didn't feel anything at all was pure self-deception... When he thought about this, behind the scenes
Meng Chunting's plump and mature body seemed to suddenly become vivid and moving in front of his eyes, arousing the wildness and desire in his heart little by little.
Zhou Nan was startled and secretly felt ashamed for his almost crazy and shameless thoughts.
"Go back..." Meng Chunting said softly from behind, her voice suppressed with endless shame and embarrassment. She could not forgive herself for losing the majesty of her leadership because of a moment of confusion and infatuation.
, the dignity and reserve of a strong woman are completely wiped out.
Zhou Nan turned his head, quietly stared at Meng Chunting, who had a complicated expression, and suddenly smiled.
"Why are you laughing?!" Meng Chunting glared at Zhou Nan angrily, unaware that she was inadvertently exuding a bit of the coquettishness of her little daughter.
"No, I'm not laughing." Zhou Nan stood up lightly, said the next word and left the ward.
"I'll go out and talk to the doctor and see if I can get you something to eat. You can sleep a little longer."
Meng Chunting felt inexplicably happy when she heard a trace of concern in Zhou Nan's voice, but suddenly she felt that there was no respect or respect for her leader in his voice, and she stared at his leaving back with shame and annoyance.
He pursed his lips.
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Not long after, Zhou Nan became familiar with several young nurses on duty at the nurse station, and intentionally or unintentionally found out some information about the boilerman in the boiler room of the inpatient department from their mouths.
According to these young nurses, this man has a somewhat withdrawn and weird personality, but he is a regular employee of the hospital, not a temporary worker. It is said that he was a doctor in another tertiary hospital many years ago. He was transferred from his position due to issues with male and female styles. Later,
So I was transferred to the inpatient department of Haidu City People's Hospital and worked as a boilermaker.
Hearing that this man turned out to be a doctor before, Zhou Nan was shocked and secretly felt lucky. In his previous life, he still didn't pay enough attention to this perverted killer, and he didn't fully grasp all the information about him. If it hadn't been for Meng Chunting's acute appendicitis attack this time,
He helped her get admitted to the hospital and stayed with her for another night. He accidentally discovered something, and he really would have missed this person!
After hearing the doctor say that Meng Chunting could eat some liquid food, but not greasy or hard food, Zhou Nan immediately left the hospital and was going to buy something for Meng Chunting from the snack stall opposite the hospital.
But halfway through, he turned back and strolled slowly to the boiler room.
Looking from a distance, his eyes suddenly froze, his mouth opened wide, and his hands clenched tightly.
At the door of the boiler room, there was a black Hongqi car parked at the door. It was probably 60 to 70% new.
For a moment, Zhou Nan's heart was so excited that his shoulders were trembling with excitement. After a quick glance, he firmly wrote down the license plate number, and then pretended to sit on the side of the flower pond as if nothing had happened, lighting up a cigarette.
Waiting quietly.
Not long after, I found a tall young man in his late twenties, talking and laughing side by side with the boiler worker named Jiang Dajun, coming out of the house and walking towards the black Hongqi car.
The tall young man jumped into the car, while Jiang Dajun stood beside the car and leaned over the afternoon, seeming to be communicating with him. After a while, the tall young man threw a cigarette out of the car, and Jiang Dajun took it.
Smoke, turned around and left. The black Hongqi car started at the same time, turned around and sped away.
Zhou Nan stood up, stamped his feet fiercely, and secretly cursed himself for being confused.
It was only at this moment that he suddenly realized: Who said there was only one murderer? If the murderer were two people, then everything would go smoothly. One would dismember the body, and the other would throw it away. They cooperated tacitly...
Yes, yes, that must be the case!
Zhou Nan trotted out of the hospital gate excitedly, humming a little tune all the way, and found a store to buy a set of stainless steel tableware. Then he went to a wonton shop not far away and bought Meng Chunting a bowl of hot wontons.
Carrying it back to the ward.
Kunyang City.
At 8 o'clock in the morning, Zhang Ying and Cui Jing, accompanied by Zhao Zhiheng, manager of the supply and marketing branch of the Pagoda Cigarette Group, took Zhao Zhiheng's black Santana car and entered the majestic factory area of the Pagoda Group headquarters.
Zhang Ying looked through the car window at the rows of neat and long factory buildings in the factory area, the neatly planned beige buildings, and the straight and spacious internal roads in the factory area, and secretly sighed in her heart: A big company is a big company.
Just looking at the appearance of this factory, Baota Group is one level higher than Qing'an Cigarette Manufacturing Factory. It is worthy of being one of the top three cigarette companies in the domestic industry.
Last night's banquet was a success and ended happily. Zhang Ying prepared a generous gift for each of the leaders of the Pagoda Group who came to the banquet, and then came up with a very "feasible" cooperation plan. At the same time,
He also introduced the successful cooperation between Feiteng Company and Qing'an Cigarette Manufacturing Factory in detail.
It must be said that the joint-stock cooperation model between cigarette companies and flavor manufacturing companies "invented" by Zhou Nan, integrating production and sales, is very attractive. Its charm mainly lies in: it allows the cigarette factory to control the downstream industry chain and has considerable advantages.
The large profit input is basically equivalent to diluting and reducing the costs of cigarette companies, allowing them to have better balance sheets.
Therefore, the leaders of the Baota Group headquarters were very interested in this and took the initiative to invite Zhang Ying and Cui Jing to visit the factory the next day and discuss further substantive matters.
At this point, the cooperation has basically been successful. Later, if Zhang Ying does not meet his expectations, Baota Group will definitely make a request for a high degree of control. If Zhang Ying agrees, the cooperation will be finalized.