While Zhou Zongping and He Jing were busy investigating the explosion and car accident, Meng Liang and Ma Yan were also intensely searching for labor. They checked all the cameras of the intelligent traffic monitoring system and the social security network video surveillance system.
, no trace of Lao Qiang or the fake Audi A6 was found. They conducted facial intelligence searches on the videos of all entrances and exits of train stations, bus stations and airports, and also found no clues that Lao Qiang and his wife left Zhongjiang.
.Lao Qiang and his wife seemed to have evaporated from the world, disappearing from people's sight.
Ma Yan, who had just gone to work this morning and was sorting out case materials in the office, received a co-investigation report from Gui'an City, Jiangbei Province. She printed out the document and stood in front of the printer for a full minute, then turned to Meng Liang's office.
Run away.
"Captain Meng, come and see." Ma Yan barged in before knocking on the door, startling Meng Liang who was reading the file.
"What's wrong? Why are you making such a fuss?"
"Our request for assistance in the investigation to Gui'an City has come to fruition. This is the assistance investigation report they sent."
Meng Liang put down the documents in his hand, took the joint investigation report from Ma Yan's hand and read it carefully. After a minute, Meng Liang stood up suddenly and asked Ma Yan with his big eyes:
"how could this be?!"
What made Ma Yan and Meng Liang so shocked? What was written in the cooperative investigation report? Let's take a look at the cooperative investigation report.
Criminal Police Brigade of Dongcheng District Police Station, Zhongjiang City:
After our team received your request for assistance in the investigation, we immediately assigned investigator Ge Jiang to Lao Qiang’s home to conduct an on-site investigation.
The investigation results show that Lao Qiang has been active near Xinglong Street in Gui'an City recently, engaged in recycling waste materials. After questioning him, Lao Qiang has never left Gui'an City.
Lao Qiang's wife Li Ping went out a few days ago, and her specific whereabouts are unknown at home.
Attached are photos of the on-site investigation workers. If you have any questions, please continue to communicate.
Gui'an City Police Criminal Police Detachment.
"This is a bit interesting. A simple two-car rear-end accident can lead to so many things." Meng Liang said, shaking the investigation report up and down in his hand.
"If Lao Qiang never left Gui'an City, then who was the Lao Qiang who came to Zhongjiang?" Ma Yan asked.
"No, isn't Lao Qiang who came to Zhongjiang obviously with his wife Li Ping?" Meng Liang said.
"I checked Lao Qiang's ID card information and it is consistent with his appearance," Ma Yan said.
"I think so. How about we go to Gui'an in person and find the laborer in Gui'an to learn more about the situation. You go and prepare. I'll call Captain Liang and report." Meng Liang
explain.
"Okay, I'll wait for you downstairs." After Ma Yan finished speaking, she went to get ready in a hurry.
Gui'an City is more than 500 kilometers away from Zhongjiang. When Meng Liang and Ma Yan drove there, it was already getting dark in the afternoon. Ge Jiang, a criminal police officer from Gui'an City, accompanied them to an urban village on the edge of the city.
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Most of the village is dilapidated and low-rise bungalows, with peeling exterior walls, rusty colored steel tiles, narrow passages, and the sewage ditch in the middle of the road. These are the main colors of the village. The only thing in the village that can create a visual impact is the writing
The big words "HAI" on the wall, written in red paint, are bright and eye-catching.
When I came to a courtyard on the edge of the village, I was greeted by a musty smell. The small courtyard was filled with all kinds of garbage, some of which were piled higher than the courtyard wall. They were blown by the wind.
Tottering.
"I'm so sorry for asking you to accompany us so late." Meng Liang said apologetically to Ge Jiang.
"It's okay, it's okay. In our line of work, we have long been accustomed to this day and night life. Besides, it's of no use even if you come early," Ge Jiang said.
"Why is it useless to come early?" Ma Yan asked.
"You're such a hard worker. He's out collecting rags all day long and won't go home until dark." Ge Jiang kicked away a can scattered on the ground and walked into the courtyard, then shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Lao Qiang, is Lao Qiang at home?"
"I'm here." A voice came from behind them.
Ma Yan was startled by the sudden sound. She turned around and saw a man squatting in a pile of garbage at the entrance of the courtyard. He was dressed in rags. If he didn't look carefully, he would have thought it was a pile of garbage.
"Hey! Why are you hiding there? You scared me. Come on, come here." Ge Jiang shouted towards the pile of garbage.
The pile of garbage stood up slowly, walked to the three of them, looked at Ge Jiang and said:
"It's you again."
Ma Yan used the light of the afterglow to carefully look at the person in front of her. The thin figure, the dirty round face, the slightly protruding chin, the corners of the eyes drooping, and the short nose looked exactly like Zhongjiang's.
That laborer looked exactly the same. However, the eyes of the man in front of him moved very slowly, unlike the laborer in Zhongjiang who gave him a shrewd look.
"Are you Lao Qiang?" Ma Yan asked.
"Yes, I am." Lao Qiang nodded and kept wiping his dirty hands on the apron in front of him.
"Where's your ID card? Let me take a look."
"I lost my ID card. I told the police officer yesterday." Lao Qiang finally stopped wiping his dirty hands on his apron and walked to a bucket of dark water next to him and started washing his hands.
"Where is your wife Li Ping?"
"I don't know, I haven't seen her for many days." Lao Qiang answered while washing his hands.
"Aren't you worried about her?"
"Don't worry, she often doesn't come home for many days." After Lao Qiang washed his hands, he began to wipe the water on his hands on the tops on both sides of his body.
"Do you know where she used to go?"
"I don't know. She didn't tell me even if I asked her." Lao Qiang wiped the water off his hands, then took off the apron in front of him and threw it casually on a pile of garbage next to him.
"Have you called her recently?" Ma Yan asked.
"No, what are you doing with that thing? She will come back when she wants to come back." Lao Qiang walked into a simple kitchen built with colored steel tiles, opened the bottom vent of the briquette stove, and put a cup full of
Place the oily iron pan on top and start adding water to it for cooking.
Ma Yan looked around the entire yard. Surrounded by garbage were the four main rooms. The Spring Festival couplets on the doors had been bleached white by the sun. The doors were ajar, and it was pitch black inside.
"Can I come in and have a look?" Ma Yan asked.
"Officer Ma, that's not necessary." Ge Jiang meant that there is nothing so good about a house that collects junk.
"It's just tattered, what's there to see?" Lao Qiang said without raising his head.
"Just take a look, you don't mind." Ma Yan insisted.
"Just look at it. It's all garbage anyway. There is garbage inside and outside the house."
Lao Qiang threw a few carrots into a basin, put some water on it and began to clean the soil on the surface. The sky gradually darkened, and a dark light bulb that was smoked by oil hung under the color steel tile. It seemed that Lao Qiang was still alive.