The old police officer introduced to him how he discovered the case: "The deceased's name was Yang Ahua. He came to the New Territories from Guangdong half a year ago... The first person to discover the deceased was Ms. Yin Xueyi from the Supervision Office. One day ago, Yin Xueyi and the deceased Yang Ahua
We made an appointment to meet today, mainly to discuss the issue of determining her husband's disability! Yin Xueyi took the initiative to come to the door at around nine o'clock this morning. When she got here, she saw that the door was locked and she knocked on the door again, but she couldn't.
No one came to open the door. Yin Xueyi felt something strange, so she went around to the height of the back mountain and saw the deceased lying motionless on the bed from the bedroom window. In shock, Yin Xueyi called the police. After the police arrived,
I broke in and found the deceased dead."
"The deceased died of suffocation," said Wang Yun, who was responsible for the autopsy.
Kong Yunhua's face was ashen, and his gaze naturally followed the deceased's eyes to the bedroom window. The window was equipped with anti-theft steel bars, and the glass window outside the steel bars was tightly closed.
"There are no signs of damage to the locks on the door, windows, or other building parts?" he asked.
The old police officer nodded, pointed to the bedroom window and said: "Not only was there no damage outside, there were no signs of disturbance in the rooms inside. What we saw at the scene was that the deceased strangled himself to death. How could a person kill himself?"
Strangling to death? It was a really fucking weird death. That's basically what happened." The old police officer seemed eager to hand over the work.
"What's even more weird," Wang Yun stopped what he was doing and wiped his sweat with his sleeve: "There was a lot of secretion in the vagina of the deceased, and it was also on the sheets. There were patches of bruises on the chest and thighs of the deceased.
, obviously the deceased experienced a violent sexual life before his death. However, no male semen was found on the body, and the time of death was initially estimated to be between 1:30 and 9:00 at night. The rest needs further autopsy."
"Die in the explosion?" Kong Yunhua said to himself.
"It's possible! It's so cool, Sir Kong." Wang Yun smiled narrowly at him.
Kong Yunhua was moved in his heart and wanted to make a joke, but in the end he held back: "Collect evidence carefully and don't let go of anything suspicious. The key point is to collect fingerprints and possible remnants of the murderer. Don't let go of even a single hair or even a hair."
A hint of fiber.”
After saying that, he walked out of the deceased's bedroom. The room next door was ajar. He opened the door and walked in. It was a study room. The bookshelves on both walls of the study room were filled with all kinds of books, arranged neatly.
There is a desk placed by the window. On the desk are an old radio and some books.*.**/*There is a small wooden bed placed against the remaining wall. The room is not big and seems a bit crowded.
Kong Yunhua picked up the book on the table and read it for a while, then turned back thoughtfully and ordered his subordinates: "Take this radio back. In addition, contact the relatives of the deceased immediately."
The old police officer said from the side: "The deceased just immigrated to the New Territories. The deceased's husband is a beggar who writes articles for newspapers. It can also be said that he is unemployed at home. As for the deceased's relatives in the mainland, we currently have no relatives.
How to contact."
"Contact her husband immediately."
The subordinates do not dare to neglect, they know their boss's personality best, he has always handled cases resolutely and meticulously, and if anyone goes wrong at any point, he will not be able to walk away from it.
Kong Yunhua nodded and walked out of the gloomy and musty house alone. He walked around the house and climbed to the height of the back mountain. The sparse rain fell on his face, and he felt refreshed.
He was shocked. The houses on the opposite side of the mountain road were one after another, extending to the foot of the mountain. He was filled with doubts: Why was this house standing alone on this side of the mountain road?
Cafe on Dance Floor Road, Tuen Mun.
Hua Xiangfang sat in a corner by the window, his head lowered, stirring the milk tea and coffee in his hand anxiously. He did not dare to look directly at the critical eyes across from him.
"Would you like some sugar?" The middle-aged woman opposite broke the silence thoughtfully.
"No. Thank you, Miss Xu." Hua Xiangfang raised his head slightly and said, "I like this taste, it's a bit bitter, just like life. But most people like the sweet taste, but they don't know the bitterness.
pleasure."
"Narcissism! Narcissism is a common problem for people like you." The woman named Xu Xiaoqing opposite laughed unbridled: "Narcissistic people are often selfish. They tend to only focus on themselves and ignore the most beautiful things around them.
Let’s just talk about you, a newly married man who is not at home with his beloved wife, but invites me here to suffer hardship early in the morning? Tell me, I still have things to do! "
Hua Xiangfang's face turned slightly red. He turned sideways and picked up a document bag from the empty seat next to him. He placed it on the table solemnly and gently pushed it in front of the other party: "This is my latest manuscript. You
look?"
"We no longer write novels on this type of subject. There are too few readers on this type of subject." Xu Xiaoqing pushed the document bag back without thinking.
"Just take a look first, maybe¨"
Xu Xiaoqing may have felt that she was rude just now, so she explained: "Nowadays, people's lives are fast-paced, and not many people like this kind of mind-consuming stuff. Most Hong Kong people's reading taste is the kind of reading that does not require thinking and can amuse people.
Something fun.”
Her refusal made Hua Xiangfang unable to come to the stage. He thought about it and pushed the document bag over again: "For the sake of being an old friend for many years, can you help me introduce it to another publishing house? Please."
The other party still shook his head and refused to let go. Hua Xiangfang was a little discouraged, leaned heavily on the back of the chair, took out a cigarette and lit it.
The smoke gradually filled the air, Xu Xiaoqing frowned and said: "I'm telling the truth, I hope it won't hurt your self-esteem. It's not that we don't do it, it's just that there are only a handful of authors who are good at writing this kind of subject. No.
To tell you the truth, we make no money from publishing your book. We didn't sell a third of your last book, and most of it is still sitting in the warehouse, waiting to rot."
Hua Xiangfang's face burned like coals, and he said in a low voice: "You have to read it first before talking? This time I am very confident, I believe this book will definitely become popular. I have spent a lot of effort on this novel,
It has changed the previous thinking, and I can firmly say that it is a good work with profound thoughts, twists and turns, and distinctive characters."
Xu Xiaoqing immediately interrupted him: "This is impossible!"
Hua Xiangfang pulled his face, looking quite sulky. The other party also noticed it and immediately stopped talking. The conversation fell into an awkward atmosphere. Hua Xiangfang turned his gaze outside the glass wall. The strong wind at night uprooted the big tree opposite the coffee house.
Stand up and lie in the middle of the sidewalk.
"Everything can be done." Xu Xiaoqing said sincerely: "Based on my many years of experience as an editor, this is the best way for you to find a job with peace of mind to support your wife."
"Why do you attack other people's dreams so cruelly?" Hua Xiangfang got excited and raised her voice a few degrees, causing several other customers in the coffee house to look towards her.
Xu Xiaoqing signaled him to calm down, and Hua Xiangfang lowered her voice and said, "Did you know? For this novel, I wrote day and night and revised it over and over again. When I was confident that I would hand it over to you, you
But you deny my efforts without even looking at them?"
Regarding Hua Xiangfang's anger, Xu Xiaoqing made a helpless expression, and then said: "You should know that a successful writer not only needs diligence and talent, but also needs extensive and sensitive reading accumulation, which includes understanding of previous generations.
Reading of the fruits of labor and reading of society. How much does a pound of Chinese cabbage cost?”
What does this have to do with writing novels? Hua Xiangfang was at a loss for words.
Xu Xiaoqing smiled and said: "You spend all day in a room behind closed doors, without any normal interpersonal communication, even entertainment is a sin, and you lack the reading of life, how can the things you write be convincing?"
"Isn't a novel just fiction? Just rely on this denial." Hua Xiangfang defended, "You don't have to accept my manuscript, but it's really unacceptable for you to attack me like this."
"I did it out of the kindness of a friend," Xu Xiaoqing sat upright and said with great sincerity, "To say the least, even if I publish it for you, how much money will you get? Considering the climate of Hong Kong's publishing industry,
You can't make a living just by writing books.
You'd better wake up, find a job, and share some of your work with your wife."
When she mentioned her wife, Hua Xiangfang became excited again: "I did all this for her. I want to prove to her that her choice is correct. A mainland woman who marries a Hong Konger is generally considered to be greedy.
environment in Hong Kong. I know she is not, she loves my talent, so I want to prove it to her. I want to tell her that she is marrying a famous Hong Kong writer, not a greasy truck driver.
Not a construction worker with a dusty face, nor a Hong Kong businessman smelling like copper."
"Your idea is good, but ideals are ideals and reality is reality." Xu Xiaoqing couldn't laugh or cry: "Your wife is busy all day long without a moment to rest. When have you ever thought about the food, rice, oil and salt at home? You just use an illusory thing.
To prove your love for her? Although you work hard, can others wait? I'm afraid she will run away with you before the day you succeed!"
"Shut up!"
Hua Xiangfang stood up angrily, and saw his fists clenched, and the veins on his face popped out. Xu Xiaoqing was frightened by him, and the other guests next to him felt inexplicable. Someone muttered: crazy. He immediately felt that he was losing his temper, and his mouth
He squirmed a few times and sat down.
The atmosphere once again fell into embarrassment. Xu Xiaoqing lowered her head and stirred the remaining coffee in the cup without any trouble. Hua Xiangfang leaned on the back of the chair, sometimes looking up at the ceiling above her head, sometimes lowering her head and taking a few puffs of cigarettes to relieve her heart.