"The deceased was Fan Bowei, director of the Cargo Department of Xiangjiang Customs," a police officer from Xiangjiang introduced to Zhao Yu who was investigating the scene. "45-year-old, divorced and single, he was killed between 3 and 4 in the morning on the 15th..."
"So... how did you find it?" Zhao Yu squatted down, looked at the outline of the white line drawn at the place where the deceased was killed, and asked habitually.
"Well..." The police officer looked through the records and did not answer until more than ten seconds later. "Fan Bowei went to work today. Because his position was important, his employer called him, but no one answered the call.
"In the end, the unit had no choice but to contact Fan Bowei's relatives, who came to check and discovered the crime scene..."
"Relatives? What relatives?" Zhao Yu raised his head and asked again.
"Well..." This time, the young police officer was panicked and quickly looked through the records. After looking through it for a long time, he hesitated and replied, "Yes... it's Fan Bowei's father!"
"So... the deceased was holding a Gumantong in his arms..." Zhao Yu asked again, "Was the Gumantong raised by the deceased himself?"
"It's...it's not clear yet..." The police officer was already sweating on his head when he answered.
"What!?" Zhao Yu stared, "Not sure? This man has been dead for two days. Don't you even know whether Gumantong is his?"
"This..." the police officer wiped his sweat, "the deceased believed in Buddhism during his lifetime, I guess... it should... it should be his own, right?"
"Hey, what do you mean should?" Zhao Yuniu glared and asked, "What is your attitude towards doing things? Why, do you look down on our special investigators of the Criminal Department?"
"No... no no no..." The young police officer quickly nodded and bowed, "I... I'm just going to ask. I'm sorry, sir..."
After saying that, the young police officer quickly took the record book and made a phone call...
Tsk tsk…
Zhao Yu scanned the scene and found that the previous Inspector Cheng had disappeared. He didn't know if he was hiding somewhere to smoke or making a phone call.
It seems that my previous worries are not unnecessary. The working style of the local police is indeed very different from that in the mainland.
He could see more clearly that this was not a problem with the police officers themselves, but rather that the local police were being cautious behind the scenes.
Now that we know that Zhao Yu is here to investigate, why not send an experienced police officer to assist instead of sending a rookie
It seems that handling cases in a different place is definitely not as comfortable as before.
However, Zhao Yu then thought about it. If he were a local police officer here, he would definitely feel some resistance in his heart.
Forget it, Zhao Yu put aside his temporary prejudice and began to observe the scene carefully.
It can be seen from the furnishings in the deceased's home that Fan Bowei was indeed a devout believer. There are Buddhist niches in the house, statues of gods, and many other things such as incense burners and offerings...
However, Zhao Yu knew that Gumantong actually only originated from folk customs in Southeast Asia and had nothing to do with religion at its roots.
Therefore, if there is no important confession, it cannot be determined that the Gumantong in Fan Bowei's arms when he died must have been raised by him.
If not, it cannot mean that this case and the previous Gumantong murder case were committed by the same murderer.
Whether it is an imitation or whether the Gumantong killer returns to the world depends on the Gumantong in the hands of the deceased.
Looking around the scene, Zhao Yu found that most of Fan Bowei's rooms were surprisingly tidy, with items neatly arranged and spotless, except for the deceased's bedroom, which was a little messy.
Because the deceased was poisoned by the murderer while he was asleep late at night, the bed of the deceased was scattered and part of the bedding slipped to the ground.
According to the traces at the scene, Zhao Yu could tell that the murderer should have started from the bedroom first. He put a rope prepared in advance around the neck of the deceased, then dragged him along the floor to the living room, and finally tightened it tightly. rope to strangle him to death.
The deceased may have had an absolute advantage in strength, leaving him powerless to resist at the time, which is why there were no signs of a fight at the scene.
Tsk tsk…
Zhao Yu looked at the scene, imagining himself as the victim in his mind, filtering the scene of the crime over and over again.
"Sir, sir..." At this time, the police officer who had left before ran back panting and said, "I have already asked clearly. We have asked Fan Bowei's family members, but the answers from his family members were relatively vague, so we still have no idea. It’s impossible to be sure whether that Gumantong is his own?”
"What? Can't be sure?" Zhao Yu frowned, "What does it mean to be vague?"
"Fan Bowei is single and divorced, and lives a relatively independent life, so his family doesn't know if he has raised Gumantong!" the young police officer replied, "Also, some people have impure motives for raising Gumantong, so generally Don't want others to know.
"But..." the young police officer opened a piece of information and handed it to Zhao Yu, "We found natural incense for Gumantong in Fan Bowei's drawer, and some children's biscuits in the refrigerator, which may also be used for Those who support Gumantong…”
Zhao Yu took the information, but found that except for the photos, the information was written in traditional Chinese characters, which looked very awkward.
"So..." the young police officer said, "Our chief believes that the Gumantong should have been raised by Fan Bowei himself!"
"Should...should..." Zhao Yu shook his head, "Are you investigating the case or writing a script? Let me ask you, what did the expert from Thailand say? He should be able to clearly see whether Gumantong was raised by Fan Bowei himself. Right?"
"Hmm..." The young police officer shook his head in embarrassment, "I don't know about this. He didn't seem to say anything."
call…
In the past, Zhao Yu would have gotten angry a long time ago, but now he has matured and knows that there is no practical meaning in getting angry randomly. Instead of getting angry, it is better to come up with some practical ideas.
At this moment, the first thing he thought of was that he also needed an expert.
Because he found that the case of Gumantong involved a lot of secret religious knowledge. These things were far from what he had been exposed to before, so he should find an expert to help.
Secondly, he was still thinking about the Guman child case expert named Mia. Through the previous contact, he seemed to see something in Mia's eyes.
The expert's eyes were divergent, as if he had discovered some important clues, but he had no intention of sharing them with Zhao Yu.
Therefore, I should also put some effort into this guy to see if there is really any medicine in his gourd
in addition…
Zhao Yu looked carefully at the shrine of Fan Bowei's house. He still remembered that before coming, Mia had been looking at the shrine in a daze, seeming to be thinking about something, but his arrival interrupted him.
So... could the clues discovered by this Thai expert be related to this Buddhist niche
Thinking of this, Zhao Yu also stood in front of the Buddhist niche and looked at it carefully.
However, he himself had no research on religion. After looking at it for a long time, he couldn't figure it out. So, I had to take a few photos and then left the scene of the crime...
(End of chapter)