:"what happened again?"
Zhou Yanling said, "The injured marshal is awake, do you want to come and listen?"
It is the marshal who is responsible for looking after He Youan. Wu Fengrong patted his head and remembered that there was still this one, propped up his body and followed Zhou Yanling. Zhou Yanling seemed to be in a good mood and kissed his temple while he was not paying attention. Wu Fengrong looked down on his frivolous appearance, but after thinking about it, he couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth. He was frivolous enough to announce his boyfriend in front of the entire crew. Again, don't look down on any of them.
"Are you seriously injured?" Wu Fengrong asked.
Zhou Yanling shook his head: "No big deal. Let Zhou Chi take a look later."
The marshal was very young, like a fresh graduate. Wu Fengrong felt that his face was raw, and he couldn't remember his name after searching his stomach. In fact, except for the old marshal captain Qi Jianjun, Wu Fengrong is not very familiar with the marshals. The mobility of the marshals is very large, sometimes it is these few, sometimes it is those few, not as fixed as the crew members. Therefore, except for a few captains who often come and go, the faces of the team members always change, and Wu Fengrong can't remember them.
"Little comrade has worked hard. It's a little embarrassing that Lao Qi doesn't let you guys come up. What's your name?" Wu Fengrong handed over the cigarette and water: "Does your neck still hurt? Be patient."
The little marshal looked very guilty: "It's okay, my name is Liu Qin, you can call me Xiao Liu. I'm sorry, captain, I lost He Youan."
Wu Fengrong waved his hand and smiled: "I also have a great responsibility. Is there any other injury besides the head?"
"No, he just hit me on the neck."
"Can you tell me what was going on at the time?"
"It's like this. Originally, I and the other three brothers were watching He Youan at the same time. The deputy captain suddenly called and said that the No. 9 car was dead. Let's go to the scene to help. I said that there must be someone watching here, let them three I went first, and waited for the deputy commander to ask you what to do with He Youan before I took the next step. I never went out from the beginning to the end. After waiting for a while, I didn't wait for the deputy commander to call again. I thought, then Maybe there are enough people there.
Later, about fifteen to twenty minutes passed, but I can't remember exactly how long. Someone knocked on the door and said to apply for a supplementary ticket, I opened the door without thinking much. At that time, He Youan was still sitting on the bed. As soon as I opened the door, it was a girl. When He Youan saw her, she called out and was very excited. The girl was about to jump in and pull someone, but I blocked her and let her out. Then… "
The marshal thought for a while, and continued: "Then it seemed that He Youan kicked me, so I turned around and wanted to tell him not to move. Suddenly someone grabbed my collar from behind and slashed my neck. , it hurts. I almost thought I broke my neck and didn't catch my breath, and then I don't remember..."
Wu Fengrong asked, "What did the girl look like when you saw it?"
"I'm about as tall as my chin, with fair skin and curly hair. She's pretty. I don't know how to describe it in detail. He Youan has been calling her 'Xiaoran' and 'Xiaoran'. Is that what it's called?"
That is Shi Xiaoran. Wu Fengrong's expression became very solemn. Zhou Yanling lit him a cigarette and signaled to say a few words.
"Since she's only as tall as your chin, are you sure she hit you in the neck? How powerful is a little girl?" Zhou Yanling asked, "Have you seen anyone else appear?"
Liu Qin said in panic: "She didn't beat me, oh, I missed it. I can be sure that she didn't beat me. When I was beaten, the girl was standing a little bit next to me, and she was desperately trying to break free. I'm going to pounce on He Youan. So it's definitely not her. But I don't know who it was. I didn't expect anyone else..."
"You didn't see what that person looked like?"
"No, he chopped my neck from behind, and I didn't even hear his footsteps."
"Besides that, have you noticed anything unusual?"
"No more. I haven't figured out what's going on in this case. Who killed Xiao Quan? Isn't it He You'an? He himself said that he killed Xiao Quan, so what happened to this girl?"
Zhou Yanling smiled at him: "The detailed situation will be explained to you later. You have a good rest first. The girl and the person who attacked you have taken He Youan away, and they are looking for this girl now. If you see them again Do whatever you can to get in touch with the train conductor."
Liu Qin nodded: "Okay, I see."
Wu Fengrong was worried about Liu Qin's injury, so he still called Zhou Chi over to take a look. Liu Qin's neck was aching, and Zhou Chi pinched and pinched, still not sure if he hurt his cervical spine. As a train medic, the current casualties on the train are far beyond her professional level.
"Brother Rong, I found something." Zhou Chi took Wu Fengrong back to the body of the female victim, and picked up the tweezers beside the plastic gloves to signal, "Can you tell what it is?"
The tweezers bit a small curled silver thread, slightly thicker than the hair, delicate and smooth, covered with a fine and gorgeous halo. The halo was so blurry that the eyes couldn't focus, Wu Fengrong got closer to see what it was.
"What is this? Where did you find it?"
"In her mouth. She had a small amount of bleeding in her mouth that looked like scratched gums. I found this while cleaning her mouth, not like cotton or fiber, kind of hard, more like metal , I don't know what it is. It has no taste, and it is definitely not for eating. And why is there such a thing in her mouth?"
Wu Fengrong suddenly realized: "It was used to gag her mouth. When the murderer committed the murder, he hit her brain with a blunt weapon. She would definitely scream and struggle, so she had to gag her mouth with something. She took it out, but there were inevitably residues left in her mouth. It should be something like cloth, go to the flight attendant to see if you can recognize what it is?"
Zhou Yanling hooked his finger: "Let me see."
Zhou Chi handed him the tweezers, he scratched the silver thread with his fingernails, and smiled: "This is a steel wire ball for washing dishes. You two have not done housework for a long time, right? Yes, in the car with food and clothing. , you don't have to worry about this kind of thing. This kind of steel ball is made of softened stainless steel wire, which is better for stubborn dirt when brushing pots or dishes. Sometimes there will be such small pieces when washing or rubbing too much. A small piece of wire fell off. Usually in the stove or the sink is often found."
Wu Fengrong and Zhou Chi looked at each other and almost said in unison, "Kitchen!"
The location of the murder is most likely in the kitchen of the dining car.
Zhou Yanling pressed Wu Fengrong first, warning: "You give me a rest, I'll go with Xiaochi." Wu Fengrong stared and opened his eyes to curse, Zhou Yanling leaned over and kissed the corner of his mouth, but he didn't say anything. Change: "It doesn't make sense, stay."
After he left, Zhou Chi held back his smile with a serious expression. She was still alive to see Wu Fengrong collapsed one day, the Bodhisattva is really naughty. Wu Fengrong's sharp eyes swept over, she immediately turned her back, and ran to the kitchen pretending not to see anything.
"Xiaochi," Zhou Yanling chased after him, "you said the murder weapon might not be a water pipe, so is it possible that it was a kitchen utensil? There are a lot of iron bumps in the kitchen."
Zhou Chi said seriously: "I think now, the person who beat her might be a pot. It's not a joke, and it's not a light guy like a milk pot or a stainless steel pot. How much effort can it take to slap someone into a skull? Internal bleeding, it may be an iron pot. It is very heavy and can crack the skull. If there is no iron pot in the kitchen, it will definitely attract a lot of attention, so it is estimated that the pot has been put back. Look at the floor and the wall , Is there any blood on the table?"
The chef was a little annoyed when he saw the two break in: "Girl, what are you doing?"
"I'm sorry, master, we're investigating the case."
"What case? Don't make trouble here."
"Master, I want to ask if the kitchen has always been occupied by someone? Is there a time when there is no one here?"
"Of course, I can't stay here all day long. There is always a time to go out for a walk. I lock the door when no one is there."
The kitchen on the train is very narrow, and the width of the aisle can barely stand two people down. The cold stainless steel cabinets are next to each other, one row on the ground and one row on the wall, all of which are clean and shiny, and can be seen when looking up and down. to your own face. The cups, bowls and pans on the stove next to the wall are neatly buckled, and the ingredients are put in the freezer. Only the condiment bottles are tall or short, or fat or thin, squatting in a straight line at the corner of the stove, looking a little bit. Lively.
Zhou Yanling checked the rows of pots on the shelf. The bottoms of the pots were clean, and there were no iron pots, all of which were stainless steel. Natural gas is not allowed to be burned on the train, and induction cookers are always used for cooking, and there will be no long-burning dregs and black scabs on the bottom of the pot. He thought, only iron and bronze wares will rust. Everything in this kitchen is made of stainless steel and has no rust spots. What is left on Chen Hongping's hair? Isn't the murder scene in the kitchen? If the murder weapon is not a pot, what else could it be
He flicked his fingers to the filter faucet of the sink and suddenly remembered something—
"Master, where's our conductor's thermos?"
The cook brought him a thermos from the shelf below, an old army-green thermos with very mottled paint. Zhou Yanling uncovered a small patch of paint on the top, and his eyes lit up: "This is it, this is the murder weapon. What remains on Chen Hongping's hair is not rust, but a fallen paint spot."