Posted on April 1, 2005 WUHAN Yin
April Fools' Day is a painful day for fools, because only today can they laugh themselves silly when being fooled. But for scammers, today is also a day to cheat openly. No matter if anyone catches them or not, at least they can comfort themselves in their hearts, "Today's is just a joke..."
So, the student lied to the teacher that he had lost his homework, but in fact he had not done it at all...
Posted that the child deceived his parents and stole the money from home, but in fact he just recharged the card of "Legend"...
The husband cheated on his wife and had to work overtime at night. In fact, he was taking Viagra and waiting for his mistress to take a shower...
The funny thing is that these people forget that facts are facts. When you see it with your own eyes, the facts are often cruel and terrifying...
In this ordinary suburb of an ordinary city, there is a group of people who cannot deceive themselves so easily. Everything is just an illusion...
This is a green meadow, and the grass is so deep that it shows that it is a wasteland. Usually, such a place is only used by poor lovers, otherwise, even if ten thousand people pass by, no one will stop to rest.
But today, the place is unusually lively. So lively that even though the police have cordoned off a space of dozens of square meters, the reporters outside the cordon are still crowded like flies, with flashlights in their hands as if they are taking nude photos of some celebrities
The photos released are nude photos, but the pose of the performer is something that no star can strike.
On this small lawn, 13 bodies were lying naked on the ground. The bright blood even turned the green grass red. The busy coroners were wearing masks to examine the bodies, but no one could know what the dead looked like when they died. After all, the heads of each body had disappeared, leaving only the white cervical vertebrae exposed. Some rookie police officers were vomiting in disgust...
At this moment, the crowd outside was forcibly separated, and an uncle-like figure easily crossed the cordon with a handkerchief covering his mouth and nose. The police who maintained order even skipped the step of checking the documents. Just by looking at the shining special badge on the man's chest, they knew that he was a big shot from the National Security Bureau. Even the director had to smile when he saw him.
Perhaps they saw who this person was, and the reporters who had taken enough photos of dead bodies quickly turned their cameras around and kept taking photos. No matter if they were dead or alive, in the eyes of these reporters, they only saw news.
He walked straight to a corpse, slowly squatted down, his eyes clearly showing that he was thinking.
The short gray hair he posted should be caused by his "bad habit"
"Male, 20 to 25 years old, strong, Asian, had sex before death, died suddenly. Didn't resist, didn't struggle, didn't even know he was going to die. Looks like he died happily?" Without wearing gloves, he just casually touched the body with one hand and got the detailed information. Even the elderly coroner next to him nodded his head in praise.
"But this murderer is too cruel?" The moving fingers stopped at the fatal wound - the broken head. The corners of his covered mouth curled up slightly, and the uncle smiled imperceptibly, "He actually bit off the dead man's head with one mouth. He really doesn't know the slightest 'dining' etiquette..." He stood up again with a sigh, and no one understood the words he left behind.
He turned around and walked through the crowd again, entering the compartment of a police van not far away.
The director of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, a fat middle-aged man, was sitting on the cross legged ground, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead. When he saw the middle-aged man get on the bus, a smile suddenly appeared on his face, just like a client who saw a prostitute.
"Mr. Ouyang, have you seen the body? What are the results?" the director asked respectfully.
"What results can be expected? You will get more details from the coroners later. Why ask me?" The man named Ouyang still did not put down the white handkerchief covering his mouth and nose. It seemed that this was not specially prepared for dead bodies? As if living people also disgusted him
"I mean, can I hand this case over to you? You know, 13 headless bodies were found at once, and the social pressure alone is something that our agencies cannot bear..." The director looked so embarrassed that he almost shed tears and snot to gain sympathy. His tone was not much different from that of a profiteer talking about business, but the stars on his shoulders were particularly bright.
"You're lucky. This case is not something you can handle. Now it's under the jurisdiction of our Paranormal Investigation Division. Your job is to fully cooperate. First, give me an office, and then lend me your phone." With a faint sigh, Ouyang did not feel fulfilled by having something to do. After all, having a job meant that someone was dead...
"Okay, okay!" The fat director nodded excitedly, like a chicken pecking at rice, and quickly took out the latest Samsung slider phone from his arms and handed it to Ouyang.
"Seeing how fat you are, and using such good things, I guess you must have been greedy all the time?" Ouyang pressed the number skillfully. Although every word of his was stinging, the director could only smile on his face and hate him in his heart. Who asked him to ask for help now
"Mouse, bring your guys and brothers to WUHAN, let's get started..." As soon as Ouyang Gang finished the news of the start of work, he immediately held the phone far away, as if he was holding some toxic waste? And the other end of the phone came out with a shrill cheer, and even the director standing next to him was startled by the roar.
"I'm sorry, I don't have time to discipline them..." He hung up the phone with a smile, turned on the text messaging mode again, typed "Start working", and sent it out.
All that’s left to do is wait…
Five minutes had passed since the post was published when the cell phone began to make a sound.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! My son must have taken it to play with it again yesterday!" the panicked director shouted in explanation, the sweat that he had just wiped off fell down again, this time it was embarrassing.
"It's okay, I like it." Ouyang didn't seem to mind. He opened the message and the other party replied straightforwardly, "I'm in a bad mood. I'm taking care of myself..."
After sending the reply message "This time something really happened, don't regret it if you don't come...", Ouyang put away his phone and put it in his pocket instead of returning it to the director, leaving the director with nothing but confusion...
"I'm sorry, I just used this number to contact my subordinates, so I'd like to borrow your phone temporarily while I wait for their call. Also, here is the list of office supplies I need." Then, he took out a white envelope from the pocket where the phone was and handed it to the director.
Curiously, he opened it and scanned two lines. The fat director began to swallow his saliva and read unconsciously, "Ten Pentium IV LCD computers, five color inkjet printers, twenty camera phones, five brand-name sports cars (only red), ten kilograms of Dongdong Oolong tea. A number of firearms, a number of ammunition, and a number of various first aid medicines..."
"Mr. Ouyang, this... this... this is too much?!" The director's hands were shaking as he held the list.
"If you have any questions, you can ask them." Ouyang's tone was calm, that of a typical gentleman.
"What are these computers, mobile phones, sports cars, and even tea? Are these all things that can be used in investigating a case?" The director's tone was not a question, but a rhetorical question, "To put it bluntly, although I need your help, the price you offer is too high, isn't it? What's the difference between this and robbery? Besides, we are all public servants, and our work is also to serve the people. Where can I get the money to buy these things for you?"
"Mr. Director, this doesn't seem to be a problem I should consider..." He tilted his head slightly to look at the group of reporters outside the car window. They were still swarming around him like flies. "You know, although I have the badge of the National Security Bureau, I work in an office underground where there is no sunlight. Not to mention bonuses, even bus tickets are not reimbursed, and my salary is only a few dollars more than that of the aunt who cleans the toilets in the Security Bureau. Why bother with us? The money you make in your position for a few months is enough for me to live on for a year.
As the saying goes, if you live by the mountain, you eat the mountain; if you live by the water, you eat the water. Since you have called me here today, you should have such awareness. If you are really dissatisfied, I can just pat my butt and leave, and never have any contact with you again. But you have to deal with those dead bodies outside by yourself..."
"No, no, no, I'm just being casual. Why are you so angry, Mr. Ouyang? We can discuss everything!" Seeing that the savior was about to leave, the director panicked again, "It's just a few sports...sports cars, right? I can get them for you. Do you like Ferraris?"
"This is what it means to be a 'public servant'!" Ouyang covered his mouth and smiled, patting the director's shoulder with satisfaction, just like patting his brother, "By the way, is the Audi A6 in front yours?"
"Yes... yes, what's wrong?" The director's voice began to tremble.
"Let's have four sports cars instead of five. After all, I'm already forty, and it seems immature for me to drive something like that. So I'll use your car. The car keys are in the car, right? I just saw them. I'll drive back to the bureau and pick out a good office. You can come back soon after you finish dealing with this." After saying that, he turned around and opened the car door. The feeling of standing in the sun again made Ouyang feel so comfortable that he had never felt before.
"Bandit!" Looking at Ouyang's leaving back, the director unconsciously clenched his fists and cursed angrily.
“It’s mutual…” Ouyang’s answer was faintly heard in the air.
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