When Yang Xiao got out of the car, the rain was still falling, opened the umbrella, covered the top, and glanced back at the car. The body was covered with mud, like a buffalo rolling in a mud puddle.
She didn't like this kind of weather, he would make people feel dull and spread sadness.
Standing at the three-way intersection and looking at it, and heading towards a somewhat familiar intersection, such a small town changes slowly like a snail.
The streets in the intersection are still those shops when she first came. Those who came and went were farmers who dressed much more simply than the people of Shicheng, and she suddenly didn't believe it, so how could things happen to them with such a simple one.
Perhaps all the simplicity is hidden behind the complex, they are secretly dormant, they are waiting, waiting for an opportunity, once everything reaches a certain amount, it will reveal his fierce and ruthless face.
And that girl became its victim, how heartbroken.
"This damn weather" Zhu Yu put his hands on his hips, rainwater gathered on his forehead, dripping from time to time.
Cai Liao looked at the assistant and other police officers carrying the body into the car, took off his gloves and patted Zhu Yu on the shoulder: "Zhu, I will withdraw first and find other physical evidence to send."
Zhu Yu sighed, "Give me a cigarette before leaving!"
Cai Liao raised his eyebrows, took out the cigarette case from his trouser pocket, took out two, and handed them to him and Huo Xiaofang: "It's a bit uglier but better than wet, at least it burns."
Zhu Yu touched the lighter around his mouth, Cai Liao handed the fire to his mouth and stretched it in front of Huo Xiaofang, then turned off and turned into the car.
The two breathed out smoke at the same time, looking at the direction Cai Liao was leaving. After a while, Zhu Yu turned around and said to the person behind him: "Remove it, this trash can has been rummaged several times, and there are no useful clues to look for."
Huo Xiaofang: "Check the residents around here to see if anything unusual has happened recently."
Zhu Yu nodded: "Visit this neighborhood and check if anyone has reported missing cases recently."
"It's chopped up like this and it's still mixed in the trash like that. When the rain washes, even if there is useful evidence, it's gone." Huo Xiaofang glanced at the garbage that was all turned over.
Zhu Yu: "The only thing that can be determined is that this corpse was thrown within 24 o'clock. It is estimated that the texture of the corpse was just not long after it was broken. These are the results of Cai Liao."
"Okay, go back to the office and tidy up."
Huo Xiaofang looked at the sky and then at his watch: "Let's go!" He seemed to have something to say, but in the end he just sighed and got into the car.
The rain stopped, and the tomb was covered with withered grass, as if covered with a layer of desolation and loneliness. Yang Xiao stretched out her hand to pull out the dead grass on it bit by bit, the rain started to be cold, and occasionally a few wild boar grasses were green, and she kept them.
The dead grass was pulled out, and her clothes got wet a lot, but she felt that the weight in her heart was much less.
After taking out the candle and lighting it with an umbrella against the wind, he carefully inserted it into the incense box covered by the slate in front of the monument, and then lit the incense again. The last is the yellow copper money paper, one by one, put it down, and then one by one. Every time she comes to sacrifice to her, she always feels sad and sad on the way, but when the paper money burns little by little, Her heart was extremely quiet.
The paper money ran out and the rain came again. She couldn't help looking up at the sky. After a while, she lowered her head and propped up the umbrella. She stood there for ten minutes before turning around and walking back along the same path.
(End of this chapter)