Ninety-third bowl of soup (3)
Upon hearing Zhong Xun's name, Qing Huan keenly noticed that the fat old man trembled twice, and even his jaws shook tremblingly. She showed a clear expression: "Have you been taught by Zhong Xun?"
Meng Daxian retorted with a guilty conscience: "How is it possible! Is this Daxian the kind of person who will be taught a lesson by a brat?! That kid was so frightened that he knelt down and called me grandpa! I—"
"grandfather?"
The pork skewers in Meng Daxian's hand fell off the plate with a thud. He ate two catties of spicy crayfish just now, and the plate was full of oil, and his clothes were immediately dirty, but he was not in the mood to care about that at the moment, but... Slowly , stiffly, turning his head away like a movie in slow motion—
Zhong Xun's manly and ferocious face appeared in front of him, because he was injured during a mission, Zhong Xun had a scar from his left forehead to the corner of his left eye, he really didn't look like a policeman, but rather like a boss. Meng Daxian's legs were about to go limp in an instant: "Zhong Zhong Zhong Zhong Zhong..."
"So your name is Zhong Zhong Zhong Zhong Zhong?"
Meng Daxian is about to cry, this unlucky child, when are you still joking? Didn't you see that the old man was about to pee in fright? !
Zhong Xun took a seat next to them. His body was almost two meters tall like an iron tower. In front of him, Qing Huan could be said to be very petite and slender.
"Are you hungry?" Qing Huan pushed the skewers in front of her towards Zhong Xun, "Eat first, we'll talk after eating."
Zhong Xun was indeed hungry. He already had a huge appetite. He ran around to investigate the case in the afternoon and didn't even drink his saliva, let alone eat. He picked up the cold beer next to him and drank a few sips, and the scorching heat dissipated a little. He is not the kind of person who is polite, Qing Huan invited him, and because he was really hungry, Zhong Xun buried his head and started to eat. Qing Huan thought that he might not be enough, so he ordered dozens more skewers and two cans of ice beer.
But even if all these are filled in the stomach, to Zhong Xun, it is only half full. During the period, Meng Daxian tried to escape many times, but was grabbed by Qing Huan. He sat on the stool as if his ass was oiled, and he wished he could run away immediately. He was not willing to eat at the same table with Zhong Xun at all. I don't know how many times this brat has caught him. Every time we meet at the scene of a murder, anyone will think him very strange!
But he didn't dare to run, Qing Huan kept him on the one hand, and on the other hand, he saw Zhong Xun's hand on the gun on his waist, and he had the intention of killing him with a single shot if he dared to run.
It's really a hard life. After working so hard for so many years, not only was he robbed of his business by a little girl, but he was also threatened by a bandit. How could his life be so hard? Luckily, a fortune teller never looks at himself, otherwise his life will definitely be worse. There is nothing more heartbreaking and disappointing than an established fate that cannot be changed!
After finally eating and drinking, Zhong Xun carried him out of the night market with Qing Huan - a fat old man and a little girl, Zhong Xun really carried them out of the crowd, and solemnly brought them to the nearby square Now is the beginning of the nightlife, and the square is full of people in twos and threes, but when Big Brother Zhong Xun comes out, they are all petty citizens who are frightened by his domineering aura. Put the fat old man and the little girl on the bench in front of the fountain in the square, folded their arms and said, "Let's talk."
"Talk, talk, talk... what are you talking about?" Meng Daxian was about to cry, "I'm just a weak old man, please let me go."
Weak and feeble... the manhole cover was smashed by your ass.
Zhong Xun glanced at him impatiently, and the frail old man screamed in fright, hiding his head behind Qing Huan like a little quail, "Don't kill me, don't kill me, I don't know anything—"
Zhong Xun: "..." He doesn't eat people, okay
In fact, when he was eating roasted quail just now, his snow-white sharp teeth snapped up and down, and even the bones were bitten into slag. The bite force was astonishing, comparable to that of wild animals. Of course, the weak old man was scared when he saw it.
Qing Huan raised her hand: "Can I speak first?"
She was like a primary school student. Zhong Xun, who was not in a good mood because he had no clue about the case, suddenly had the urge to laugh, but he held back, and solemnly approved: "Yes."
"Wang Fang was not killed by someone."
Zhong Xun immediately frowned: "You want to lie to me again."
"What did I lie to you for??" Qing Huan wanted to rub his head against this big guy who didn't like oil and salt, like a stupid dog. "Is there no forensic doctor in your bureau? Is there no forensics department? As long as you conduct an autopsy on the corpse, you can definitely draw a conclusion, right? Have you ever seen people die without any wounds and internal organs?"
"How do you know?" This is confidential information, and no one except the criminal investigation team knows it.
"I'm a fortune teller, how do you think I know?" Qing Huan's attitude was very sincere. "Not only that, I also know that the killer will not stop, he will continue to commit crimes immediately."
Zhong Xun stared at Qing Huan for a few seconds, as if he was judging whether she was telling the truth or a lie. But the little girl's eyes were clean and clear, without the slightest taint, she just stared at him like that, as if she had confidence in what she said, but Zhong Xun didn't believe in ghosts and gods, "Just judging from the death condition of the corpse, the murderer must be a pervert with a twisted mind, Such a person would never commit a single crime and is clearly a symbol of a serial killer, as anyone with common sense could deduce."
In other words, he still didn't believe Qing Huan's words.
Meng Daxian muttered: "Look, look, why is it so difficult to do business now? It's because there are too many people who don't respect ghosts and gods. Before the city didn't allow paper money to be burned on ghost festivals... How can you say that nothing will happen? Well, if there are more lonely souls and wild ghosts, there will be more troubles, and of course the living will die more."
No matter how soft his voice was, Zhong Xun, who had excellent hearing, could hear him clearly. "Meng Xingchen, don't you think it's a coincidence that you have appeared at the scene of the crime several times? Don't you have anything to explain to me?" At first I didn't think so, but I met him again and again in cases where it wasn't a murderer. Coincidentally, Zhong Xun even thought that the fat old man was the murderer. However, judging from the size and depth of the footprints left by the murderer at the scene of the crime, the fat old man was not the murderer, and that was why Zhong Xun didn't bother him.
"I was passing by... simply passing by the crowd." Meng Daxian hid behind Qing Huan and explained, "Who knew that I would be so unlucky, every scene is on my way. Sometimes I also pick up business, give People who tell fortunes can’t go around.”
Zhong Xun: "..." It's really easy to explain, but he couldn't refute it.
"That's what it is!" The fat old man suddenly became confident for some reason, "I was just passing by to see you, but you are lucky, every time you see me, it seems like you saw something, you will eat me! I'm afraid No way? I’m just a weak old man!”
Qing Huan felt that she was about to be squeezed out of the bench by the fat old man. She asked Zhong Xun: "Then since you don't believe me, why do you come to me again? I told you in the afternoon, when you are desperate, I will wait for you at the old place."
Zhong Xun's complexion was not very good-looking, the old and the young were as slippery as a loach, they didn't answer any questions, and just went around the matter with four or two tricks. "How did Wang Fang die?"
"You believe me?"
"I don't believe it." After finishing speaking, he added, "But it doesn't prevent me from seeking the opinions of the masses."
Qing Huan: "..."
Meng Daxian began to think about it again: "Is it difficult to admit that this case is not easy to solve? You must have a begging attitude when you ask for help. Why are the policemen like this now? They are no good things like a certain forensic doctor..."
Hearing what forensic medicine he mentioned, Zhong Xun narrowed his eyes: "What is your relationship with Meng Xingzhen?"
"What does it matter? How could I know that bastard."
The denial was too fast and full of flaws, which made people believe that he knew him. In fact, when he first found out about this fat old man who always appeared at the murder scene, Zhong Xun felt strange when he saw his name—how could this old man be so similar to the name of the forensic doctor in the bureau
He asked the forensic doctor Meng Xingzhen, and the guy looked blank. Now it seems that the two people knew each other at all. If this is the case, it is not surprising that they learned about the death of the deceased. With Meng Xing on the pillow, it is very likely that they have read the forensic report. "What is your relationship with him?"
"Forget it, comrade policeman, I won't hide it from you." Meng Daxian said with a sad face, "Actually, I am Grandpa Meng Xingzhen, and he is my grandson."
Qing Huan's mood was very subtle when Zhong Xun said the name of Meng Daxian. She had a bold idea...
Zhong Xun: "..." Very good, this kind of personality that likes ethics is also very similar, "Your names are so similar, it is obvious that you are of the same generation."
"Who is in the same generation as that brat?! I am also his uncle! That brat—" What did he say!
Qing Huan helped her forehead, it was so easy to be clichéd, so the fat old man should bear most of the responsibility for living such a poor life, right? People just said it casually, and he said everything.
"So that's the case." Zhong Xun's expression was still tense, "Meng Xingzhen is a forensic doctor who came back from abroad, and the expert hired by the bureau, why would he have anything to do with a magic stick like you?"
Meng Daxian really wanted to choke back, but the other party was tall, strong and had a gun, so he didn't dare. "You don't care about us..."
Zhong Xun wanted to ask again, but Qing Huan tugged at his sleeve: "You really don't want to know how Wang Fang died? At least, is it a cause of death that cannot be explained by science?"
After hearing her words, Zhong Xun remembered that Meng Xingzhen seemed hesitant to speak after the autopsy. Maybe the forensic doctor discovered something was wrong at that time, but he couldn't analyze it from a scientific point of view, and he didn't believe in ghosts and gods, so he didn't know anything. Did not say.
He thought for a while, then picked up the old and the young again: "It's true or not, you'll know when you see the forensic doctor."