In these murders, there were two kinds of disgusting things. One was the tofu pudding that the first victim loved the most, which was made from human brains. The other was the sweet and sour pork ribs that the second victim loved the most, which were made from human ribs.
Now he has suddenly disappeared, and we have tasted our favorite bullwhip wine. No matter how I think about it, I will think of that level of things. After Officer Yang and I went to the bathroom, I immediately picked my throat and vomited out the bullwhip wine I had just drunk and the food I had eaten at noon.
It’s really disgusting to think about it. According to the murderer’s routine, this bullwhip wine must be made from seeds, right
Zhang Qishan and Xiao Zhang actually both reacted. Xiao Zhang didn't react, but Zhang Qishan walked into the bathroom with a sympathetic look on his face and kept patting my back.
I didn't drink a lot, so I didn't feel that sick, but Officer Yang drank almost all the wine in his glass and was about to fall into the toilet.
I felt a lot, so I washed myself in the bathroom, then came out and said, "Xiao Zhang, go check on that bottle of bullwhip wine, and immediately notify the others to find its whereabouts."
My wife didn't seem to know what had happened, nor did she know why I vomited like that with Officer Yang, but she still took Xiao Zhang to find the bottle of legendary bullwhip wine.
The more I thought about it, the more disgusted I felt. How could such a disgusting thing happen to me? Zhang Qishan looked at my expression and almost laughed to death. He took me out of the room and breathed in the fresh air outside the door to suppress the disgusting smell of alcohol.
About ten minutes later, Officer Yang stumbled out of the room. He looked pale, weak, and his legs were limp. I finally let out a sigh of relief, thinking, "Do you finally understand the pain I felt in the noodle shop?"
Officer Yang wiped his mouth, lit a cigarette and took a deep breath. He seemed to feel better and asked, "Where is Xiao Zhang? How come there are only two of you left?"
"He went upstairs to check the bottle of bullwhip liquor. If I'm not mistaken, he might have been killed. It's really unusual that the murderer chose to turn him into bullwhip liquor this time." I said to Officer Yang with a smile.
When Officer Yang heard what I said, his face turned even paler, and the hand holding the cigarette twitched slightly. He said, "It makes me sick just thinking about it, but then again, this kind of thing should be considered a tonic."
After Officer Yang said this, I immediately felt that there seemed to be some truth in it, but Zhang Qishan spat and said, "Really, none of you men are good!"
This was a disgusting thing, but we forgot about it. After we calmed down, I turned around and asked, "Officer Yang, why didn't you tell me such an important clue when you knew it? Don't you trust me?"
After hearing this, Officer Yang looked at me with an awkward expression. He sighed softly and said, "Ji Wen, when have I ever not believed you? It's just that everyone is competitive. As the chief of Binhe Town Police Station, I didn't have any chance to show off after you showed up. I just felt a little unconvinced. This time I knew so many clues, and I felt that the murderer was almost certain, so I didn't tell you. I wanted to solve the case before you. I hope you can understand my feelings. Anyway, I'm really sorry for hiding it from you for so long."
I can understand what Officer Yang said, and I am not the kind of person who will not let others off even if they are right. I smiled and said, "It's okay. I still prefer to rely on my own methods to solve cases. Besides, if I really die this time, then all your reasoning will be wrong."
Officer Yang was relieved to see that I was not angry, and said with a smile: "Now I have to admit that I am indeed not as good as you young people. Don't worry, from today on, this kind of thing will never happen again."
As Officer Yang and I were talking, a series of sirens were heard outside the yard. It seemed that the people Xiao Zhang had called had arrived. Then a group of police officers came in, one of whom was holding the toolbox that Xiao Zhang often took and some electronic equipment. Officer Yang then took this group of people upstairs to find Xiao Zhang to verify the source of the bullwhip wine.
I followed him upstairs as well. As soon as I reached the stairs, I heard his wife crying. It seemed that everything was just as we thought, and he had indeed been killed.
I walked into a room that looked like a study. As soon as I entered, I saw my wife sitting at the door crying, while Xiao Zhang was staring at a brown wine bottle. I looked carefully and found that the bottle was about the size of a small jar. The lid had been opened and there was a strip-like object soaking inside. I couldn't see it clearly because the color of the wine was too dark.
But I didn't plan to take a closer look. After all, if I really saw this thing, I was afraid I would still vomit.
Officer Yang looked at the bottle of wine with a pale face and asked, "Xiao Zhang, is there any result?"
Xiao Zhang sighed and said, "It is indeed the reproduction of an adult man. I think he must have been killed."
As soon as these words were spoken, the wife's crying voice suddenly increased. The expressions on the faces of all the police officers were very complicated. They all stared at the bottle of bullwhip wine. No one knew what they were thinking.
Things have come to this point, and all of Officer Yang’s previous inferences have been completely shattered. In my opinion, since the murderer is not him, then the murderer must be Xiaomei’s mysterious boyfriend!
There was no need for me to continue to interfere with the rest of the matters. Zhang Qishan and I left home and returned to our own homes to take a rest and wait for the results from Officer Yang.
I was lying on the sofa thinking, while Zhang Qishan was playing games on my computer. Although I didn't meet the person involved when I went to his home this time, I got a lot of useful information.
First of all, at the time of both murders, there was a possibility of murder. This makes me really confused. Why is there such a coincidence every time
Second, it was the same suspicion I had before. This time, the murderer killed the suspect before us. It was the same as the last time Wang Dong died. He killed the only person who knew about the incident at the most critical moment. How could he know every move we made? What was he afraid of? What did these dead people know
In short, everything I know now is gradually consistent with my previous vague guess. Now the only thing I can do is wait, wait for Xiaomei’s mysterious boyfriend to show up, and wait for Bai Qi to give me an answer.
I was thinking about it in a distracted manner, when I suddenly realized that Diandian seemed to be very quiet today. Puzzled, I turned around and saw that Diandian was hiding under the sofa, and I didn't know what she was doing there.
I gently called Diandian's name, and Diandian stood up and came to me, squatting in front of me and gently wagging its tail. Only then did I realize that two lines of tears were flowing from Diandian's two black bean-like eyes.
Of course I know that dogs often shed tears from their eyes, but this afternoon, Diandian seemed to have cried a lot, which made me feel inexplicably distressed. I immediately picked up a tissue to help wipe the tears from its face.
"You are missing your previous master, right? Don't worry, I will definitely catch the real murderer of your master and personally send him to be judged by the law! In addition, I will take good care of you in the future, and I will definitely not be worse than your previous master."
Diandian seemed to understand what I said. It licked my hand with its tongue, then lay on the ground leaning on my hand. I also loved this poor little thing very much, and kept using my hands to smooth its golden hair.
Time passed by minute by minute, and before I knew it, I fell asleep on the sofa. When I was awakened by the phone in my pocket, Zhang Qishan had already covered me with a quilt.
"No, it's my wife."
"His wife? How is that possible! Aren't there many police officers at home? Who has the ability to kill her in front of so many police officers?"
This news shocked me greatly. It was hard for me to accept the fact that my wife, who had just been crying, had died within just a few hours.
"That's true, but my wife wasn't murdered. She committed suicide. She also left a suicide note. According to the suicide note, the real murderer in this case is my wife."