On a rainy day, Shicheng was wet everywhere. Yang Xiao watched Huo Xiaofang's motorcycle disappear from the window at the window, and then went downstairs with an umbrella.
As soon as Huo Xiaofang arrived at the station, his cell phone rang.
"Hey Zhu Yu!"
"There is a corpse in the trash can on Xiaofang Longxi Road. I will pass now and meet there."
Huo Xiaofang looked at his phone and what was in his hand. He sighed, and the motorcycle turned and turned towards Longxi Road.
Yang Xiao was on the bus to Qingshan Town, and the car was spinning all the way, and the leaves were withered outside the window, writing the cold and desolateness of late autumn and early winter.
She remembered that she went to the People's Hospital to find out who donated the cornea. In places like Shicheng surrounded by mountains, there are very few people who actively donate organs. So it is not difficult to find out, so she found the girl and knew her experience very well.
That kind of heartache, as if something happened to her. How desolate and hopeless she would be at that time.
The rain outside the window was getting worse and worse. The sound of the rain awakened her thoughts. She took a few deep breaths and stopped thinking about her past and her own. It will be fine after the rain.
On Longxi Road, Zhu Yu and Cai Liao’s assistant forensic doctors and a few police officers, wearing raincoats, were rummaged by trash cans. A cordon was pulled around, and Huo Xiaofang parked his motorcycle under the eaves of a shop not far away.
He looked around and found that the location of the trash can was at the corner of the crossroads. There was no street that was not crowded with people. The murderer was so blatant.
He crossed the cordon and walked in, "What's the situation?"
Zhu Yu pointed at the container next to him, and Huo Xiaofang looked at it. He was a little uncomfortable looking at the body parts section by section.
"What kind of murderer is this? Too cruel." He took the gloves and put them on, looking for them together.
Zhu Yu walked to the man in his fifties holding an umbrella: "Jiang Dayou, how often do you collect trash?"
Jiang Dayou, the man in a black cotton-padded jacket, still has lingering fears. He spoke a little incoherently: "I will collect the ones from Sanfang Road, so I will come to collect the ones from Longxi Road, which... who knows... someone has a handle (arm)! Take me! Black dead!"
"Don't be afraid, I ask you how often do you clean up this rubbish?" Zhu Yu asked again.
Jiang Dayou paused for a few seconds before saying, "We will collect it once a day. When it is dimmed (late), every family will complain."
Zhu Yu nodded: "Xiao Zhou takes Jiang Dayou back to record his confession first." Xiao Zhou immediately took Jiang Dayou away.
"Hey, Cai Liao, are you fucking here? They are all broken corpses. How can your little assistant do it alone?" Zhu Yu called Cai Liao.
"Arrived!"
Zhu Yu turned his head and saw Cai Liao walking a few steps away from him.
"Here, you still answer the phone. Isn't your mother's phone bill money?"
Cai Liao: "It's not my money!" After finishing talking, he has already stepped into the cordon, walked to the assistant and looked at the container, with a small pick on his eyebrows.
Gloved hands, reaching in to pick and pick, just like buying minced meat in a meat market.
"Arms, wrists, thighs, buttocks, feet, triangles..." He picked up a piece and said, several police officers on the side felt that the weather was getting colder and colder, and Huo Xiaofang's heart was overwhelmed, and he turned to look at Zhu Yu for help. .
Zhu Yu couldn't listen: "Master, I have to go back to your autopsy room and speak slowly."
Cai Liao really shut up, saying nothing or saying nothing.
(End of this chapter)