Author: Looking at the beauty after crossing the water
Chapter 35 The evil guest comes to the door
"Didi didi..."
Police sirens rang throughout the village.
More and more villagers gathered at the door to watch.
"Team Wu, it's all clear. It was all an accident. Their son suffered a stroke. The old lady stepped on the bowl and fell. She is old and broke the back of her head. Now the hospital doesn't dare to say that she can save him.
As for the old man..."
When the police officer said this, he glanced behind him and saw that the big black dog had been beaten to death by the villagers with hoes before they came over.
The ground was covered with blood, not sure if it belonged to the old man or the big black dog.
By the time they arrived, the old man was already dead.
If all the evidence didn't point to an accident, I'm afraid no one would believe that something so outrageous could happen in the world. In one day, a family of three was completely wiped out.
And everyone's experience is different.
After so many years as a police officer, this is the first time I have encountered such a strange thing.
Wu Jie stood at the door with a cigarette in his mouth. After hearing the report from his subordinates, he nodded: "Just report it like this."
"But what about the kids in the house?"
The police officer said, pulling Wu Jie aside: "There is a problem with this place. There is a tin house behind, and there are two children locked inside..."
Wu Jie frowned.
"Contact their village committee and let them handle it. Leave the other two people behind and continue checking. As long as these children are not abducted, it will be fine."
"OK."
Wu Jie took out his mobile phone and checked the time. It was already 12 o'clock in the evening, and he was ready to lead people to close the team.
"Angkor!"
Wu Jie heard someone calling him and looked up. When he saw Zhang Yi standing in the crowd, he asked in surprise: "Huh? Why are you here?"
"I was passing by and happened to see something lively, so I stood here and watched it for a while."
"Sure!"
"What if?"
Wu Jie glanced up and down at Zhang Yi.
From the discovery of Dai Moli's body on the riverbed, the Wang Jie case, the wife murder case, to the emergence of this case tonight, there is a trace of Zhang Yi behind every case.
As a veteran police officer, Wu Jie is extremely keen on the common traits of clues: "If you weren't the murderer, I would wonder if you have Conan's constitution. Why are you everywhere?"
If ordinary people hear this sentence, they may be shocked even if they are not the murderer.
On the contrary, Zhang Yi looked very relaxed and even responded half-jokingly: "Isn't this how to show that the police and the people are a family?"
Zhang Yi approached Wu Jie: "Um... take me back with you by the way, I'm afraid of the dark."
Wu Jie rolled his eyes. He had never seen an addict sitting in a police car.
"Let's get in the car, but it can only take you to the intersection. You can walk the rest of the way back by yourself."
"good."
Zhang Yi got into the car and buckled his seat belt.
"By the way, is there any result on the wife-killing case?"
If anyone else had inquired about the case like this, Wu Jie would have been scolded out by Wu Jie. Wu Jie wanted to say that he had no comment, but when the words reached his lips, he did not say anything and instead asked: "Who was the man who talked about the case with me that night?
Do you know what it’s called?”
"I only know his surname is Tang."
"Soup?"
Wu Jie glanced at Zhang Yi to make sure that he was not telling lies, and then said: "The case has been solved. We found the murderer's wife in his neighbor's freezer, strangled to death."
"Is it really his neighbor who helped?"
"Well, the two of them are neighbors. They both have bad ears and have been dissatisfied with their wives for a long time.
One day the two of them were drinking together, and I don't know who mentioned it, so they really started planning how to kill his wife.
Three years ago, a neighbor killed his wife. He helped hide the body and called the police. When the police could not find the body and the case could not be solved, they moved the body back, sprinkled it with thick quicklime, and built it in the corner of the basement.
inside.
In order to avoid being suspected, he waited for three years before committing another crime. If his neighbors were not investigated, this case would be really difficult to solve."
The two were talking.
Suddenly a shadow appeared on the driveway in front of me.
"squeak!!"
Wu Jie slammed on the brakes, and the huge force of inertia caused the two of them to pounce forward, only to be pulled back by the seat belts.
"You want to die!"
Wu Jie opened his mouth and cursed. This had nothing to do with the quality of the police. If it were any driver, if a pedestrian suddenly jumped out on the road, he would probably have to greet his eighteen generations of ancestors.
Zhang Yi covered his chest and raised his head. A woman was jumping on the road barefoot, her hair disheveled, and wrapped in the clothes she picked up. When she heard Wu Jie's scolding, she just turned around and grinned at him, and then didn't look back.
Rush across the road.
"Unlucky, how did you meet such a madman at night?"
Seeing that the other party was mentally ill, Wu Jie could only admit that he was unlucky.
Zhang Yi didn't pay attention at first, but he followed the woman's figure forward and was stunned.
Across the road is a Chenghuang Temple.
On the high vermilion wall hangs a blue house number, No. 121.
The woman ran and laughed, heading straight into the City God's Temple and disappearing. However, Zhang Yi thought of the old man in the white hat.
"Poor that child's mother, she was beaten so hard that she went crazy..."
"If you encounter any difficulties in the future, just come to me at No. 121 at the intersection ahead."
Zhang Yi looked at the gate of the City God's Temple and was lost in thought. Wu Jie looked at him and asked with a strange expression: "What's wrong?"
"fine."
Zhang Yi shook his head.
When Wu Jie saw this, he didn't ask any questions and drove all the way to the city. When he reached the intersection of the massage shop, Wu Jie stopped the car and motioned to Zhang Yi to walk the rest of the way back.
"Why don't you come and take a rest?"
"I haven't gotten off work yet. I have to write a report when I go home in the evening."
"oh."
"By the way, if that man named Tang comes again, please remember to be careful for me, and you should also be careful about this person yourself."
Zhang Yi raised his eyebrows slightly: "Why?"
"It's hard to say, but this person makes me feel very dangerous."
"Okay, I understand." Zhang Yi nodded seriously, opened the door and got out of the car, waving to Wu Jie.
It wasn't until Wu Jie walked away that Zhang Yicai turned around and walked back into the store.
"jingle."
After opening the door, Zhang Yi heard a series of moans before he could speak.
Ahem, don’t get me wrong, this is a man’s voice.
On the massage chair, a huge fat man lay shirtless on it, his white belly was squeezed into layers of folds, and his skin was covered with black stretch marks.
What is Yangmei doing??
Zhang Yi stared at Yang Mei as she poured the medicinal wine into her hand and wiped it on an alcohol lamp, causing blue flames to burn in her palm.
Good guy, I just went out for a trip, how come Yangmei can even practice Fire Palm??
But when he took a closer look, he felt something was wrong.
This is obviously not Yangmei, but Yangyan.
There was a ferocious look in his bloodshot eyes. He put his hands on the fat man's back and rubbed it upwards with force.
"Ouch~~"
The fat man raised his neck and his whole face turned red: "It's great!!"
I saw Yang Yan pushing his hand upwards, and the flames were rising up. When he pushed down, the flames were extinguished again. Repeated several times, a lot of black oil appeared on the fat man's back, and there was a smell of
A strong stench.
Dai Moli hurriedly took out the paper towels prepared and quickly wiped away the oil stain.
After repeating it several times, Yang Yan picked up a cupping pot and touched it with his finger. A wisp of flame ignited in the cupping pot, and was then directly placed on the fat man's back.
One, two, three...
In a short time, the fat man's back was covered with dense jars.
"No more?"
Seeing that there was still one spot left, Yang Yan opened his hands, while Dai Moli shook his head: "No more!"
"Um……"
Just when Yang Yan frowned, a thermos cup was handed to him.
"Use this, Uncle Zeng won't be coming soon anyway."
Yang Yan raised his head and glanced at Zhang Yi, then took the thermos cup and buckled it against the fat man's waist.
"oh……"
The fat man narrowed his eyes and groaned: "Comfortable!"
Zhang Yi took the opportunity to pull Jasmine aside, raised his head and glanced at the fat man and Yang Yan: "What's going on?"
He looked like a harmless fat man, but Zhang Yi couldn't see the depth of this guy with the help of his ghost eyes. Just like the man named Tang last night, he had a frightening amount of Yin Qi.
Why do the ghosts who come recently seem to be getting stronger and stronger?
"Thanks to Yangmei, otherwise I really don't know what to do."
Dai Moli let out a long breath, pulled Zhang Yi aside, and glanced at the fat man's belly:
"Business is pretty good tonight, there are three customers
