Ninety-third bowl of soup (seven)
It's three o'clock in the morning.
Meng Xingzhen recovered from his work, saw the little girl sitting on the table shaking her legs from time to time, and asked, "Aren't you afraid, little girl?"
Qing Huan shook her head: "It's interesting to watch you work."
A pile of scattered broken bones, more broken than gnawed chicken feet, but the young man in front of him put it together bit by bit, and finally showed a hand. If this hand doesn't have too many cracks, it can really be called perfect.
For some reason, if other women look at him so intently, Meng Xingzhen will definitely think that the other party is interested in him, but when Qing Huan looks at him like this, although it is very inappropriate, even though he knows that he is just a fifteen or sixteen year old girl Girl, but... Meng Xingzhen always felt that the other party's eyes were kind.
Really, just like his master saw him.
"I thought a little girl your age would be scared." He laughed as if remembering something. "My senior uncle's apprentice, that is, my senior sister, has learned the art of Fengshui. It can be said that he knows astronomy at the top and geography at the bottom. He knows everything, but when he came to see me for the first time, I was After seeing the autopsy, she was terrified and never came again. You look so small, but you are not afraid at all."
Girls are amazing.
Qing Huan smiled and asked him: "Why don't you call me by my name, always call me little girl? So does Meng Daxian, don't you remember my name?"
"Of course not." Meng Xingzhen showed apologetic eyes, "It's just that your name...is the same as one of our elders, so calling it out always feels disrespectful."
"Elder? What elder?"
"I think you are very capable, even better than my uncle. You must come from a famous family, right?" Meng Xingzhen finished fighting, and then went to fight the pile of stumped limbs. Because the machine was turned off in time, the rest of the body was finally found, but it was a pity that after being squeezed violently, coupled with the sharp metal, the body was in disarray, and the eyeball and ear were missing, so I couldn't find it. At the moment, Zhong Xun is still digging through the trash with someone.
He lifted the glove up and continued: "Although ordinary people don't know anything about us, the sects know each other, and no one has forgotten the things left by our ancestors. Our surname is Meng, Cheng Xing Words, you should know our origin."
"Meng Po's lineage, right?"
"Yes." Meng Xingzhen smiled apologetically at her, "Your name is the same as the patriarch of our Meng Po's lineage. I really can't name it. Please forgive me."
Qing Huan nodded: "You can call it whatever you want, but I have been called this name for a long time."
Meng Xingzhen felt that her speech was still childish, she was obviously young, how did she know that she said it for a long time, it was really "a long time".
Meng Daxian was snoring on the sofa outside, sleeping like a pig. Qing Huan covered her mouth and yawned, "I won't disturb your work anymore, I'm going to sleep for a while."
She still has to wait for Zhong Xun to come back, he has what she needs. So she won't leave in a short time. It seems that Meng Daxian will have to rely on his nephew. After all, the money he earned this month is not enough to pay the rent. Fortunately, he is an old bachelor. As for the fortune-telling stall, he is not afraid of being kicked out by the landlord.
But she had to have a name to stay.
Zhong Xun didn't come back until dawn. He was in good health, and he didn't change his face after staying up for two nights, except that his chin and temples were bluish. When he entered the forensic room, he was still carrying breakfast for four people. After Meng Xingzhen finished the autopsy, he fell asleep on the table and handed over the autopsy report when he heard him coming. Zhong Xun first put the breakfast on the table, took a bite of a steamed bun, "The cause of death was the knife in the heart?"
"Yes, although there are other scars on the body, they are all caused by handling and squeezing. There is only one real fatal injury, and that is the knife in the heart." Meng Xingzhen wiped his face with a wet towel, "Simply and neatly , killed with a knife."
"Has the facial restoration been done?" Zhong Xun asked, "I'll check her identity."
"I knew you would say that, so I found it out for you." Meng Xingzhen threw a few more pieces of paper over, "Judging from the degree of wear and tear of the teeth and the size of the pelvis, the deceased was a woman, about twenty-three years old. She never gave birth and had frequent sex. I extracted the semen of at least five men from her mouth and body. She had manicures, although only a few fell off, and the ingredients of lipstick and eyeliner were also tested on her face. But they are all of inferior quality. That is to say, the deceased loved beauty, but was relatively short on money. She was stripped and discarded without any documents, but I think she should be a young lady."
"So after I finished facial restoration and extracted fingerprints, I searched in the system and found the person very quickly."
Zhong Xun flipped through the documents with the bun in his mouth, "No one reported her missing. This woman spent at least three or four days in the garbage dump before she rotted like this. It's hot and a lot of evidence has been destroyed."
"With this status, who will report the crime for her?" Seeing Qing Huan sitting up on the sofa, Meng Xing went over to help her: "Have breakfast? Team Zhong bought steamed buns, fried dough sticks and porridge."
After reading the personal information of the deceased, Zhong Xun frowned: "Fortunately, she was caught by the anti-pornography team before. Otherwise, she didn't have the registration information and left her fingerprints. How can I find a needle in a haystack?" The relatives and friends who took refuge in her were doing skin and meat business under a pseudonym. If the body hadn't been discovered, no one would have realized that she was missing.
"In short, you have to go to the place where she lives first, and then ask her colleagues who are close to her. It is best to find the contact information with her family in the place where she lives. After the autopsy is over, the family can take it back. .” Meng Xingzhen said.
"OK."
After Qing Huan came out after washing, Meng Xingzhen handed her a cup of porridge, and saw that she said thank you and took a sip, and couldn't help laughing: "The little girl looks like she hasn't grown up."
Qing Huan is used to this appearance, but who knows that she is really not a little girl
Zhong Xun took the report and was about to leave, he suddenly remembered something and asked: "Could it be... this has something to do with that kind of thing?"
"That kind of thing?" Meng Xing looked puzzled, "What are you talking about, Captain Zhong, what is 'that kind of thing'?"
Zhong Xun: "..." I really want to beat him up.
"No, don't worry." Qing Huan comforted him kindly, "Don't be afraid."
Don't be afraid to be comforted by a cute little girl, Zhong Xun has a weird face, and hastened to leave. He can't be serious and cold in front of the little girl now, because the other party has seen him fainted by a ghost... The past is unbearable, and I knew him earlier. At that time, even if she was scared to death, she would pretend not to care, and pretend to be aggressive first!
Qing Huan wiped her mouth: "I'll go with Bell Team."
After finishing speaking, he chased her out, Meng Xingzhen originally wanted to ask her to eat a few more buns, otherwise it would be too wasteful for the uncle to eat the rest!
Zhong Xun heard footsteps behind him, and turned to look at Qing Huan: "Why did you follow?"
"Can I go to the scene with you?"
"...What are you doing running around with me, little girl?" Zhong Xun immediately refused, "Don't you need to go to school?"
"You can tell just by looking at it. How many people in our business can go to school?"
This sounded strange, because a policewoman passing by them gave Qing Huan a strange look.
Zhong Xun asked: "Aren't you afraid?"
"Don't be afraid." She has never seen anything before. If Zhong Xun saw the group of ghosts in the Wangchuan River, she would be scared to death, right? "You let me follow you. It won't be too long. Don't worry, the leader won't trouble you. And I'm by your side. If there's anything wrong, I'll remind you immediately. You forgot my skills Yet?"
That's true, but... "The place I'm going to is not suitable for underage girls."
Qing Huan: "... I just look small." I regret it, is it too late to become a young and strong man now
Zhong Xun couldn't resist her, so he finally took a small oil bottle to search for clues.
Runfeng Street is the largest red-light district in K City, and it was checked and closed, but the wildfires kept burning and the spring breeze blew again. Zhong Xun was driving an ordinary black car, and Qing Huan took one of the photos in his hand.
The deceased was Sun Runrun, 24 years old, from XX Village, XX Township, XX County, H City. The woman in the photo is wearing heavy makeup, curly hair, exaggerated big earrings, and rose tattoos on her shoulders and necks. She is a very beautiful woman.
Comrade Zhong Xun looks so scary, no one dare not answer his questions, especially after knowing that he is a policeman. At first, a middle-aged woman thought he was here to have fun, who is opening the shop now? Seeing that Qing Huan's eyes were still bright, as if he wanted to find a job for Qing Huan, Zhong Xun glared back at him.
"Do you know this woman?"
I have already asked more than a dozen bosses, but none of them know me.
This street is too long and too long, and there are too many people, who knows who.
Fortunately, this middle-aged woman really knew her: "Isn't this Runrun? She hasn't come to work for several days. Why, she died?"
"right."
The middle-aged woman was shocked: "I just said it casually! She, is she really dead??"
"Yeah." Zhong Xun frowned, and he looked even more scary like this, "Do you know where she lives?"
"No, no, no, I don't know. But there is a shared renter in my store, I, I asked her to come over, you can ask her." The middle-aged woman hurriedly shouted, "Xiaoqian! Xiaoqian!"
A woman with short wine-red hair and a miniskirt came out, her eyes were sleepy: "What are you doing?"
"Didn't you share the rent with Sun Runrun? Where do you live?"
"Don't mention it." The woman waved her hand irritably, "The day before yesterday was the rent payment day. I called her and couldn't get through. The landlord said that her room was not rented, and all her things were thrown away! I don't know where she died, okay I haven't seen anyone for a few days, so I don't think I've met a rich man? It's too unkind, what can I do if I tell my sister?"
She talked like a cannonball, but couldn't get in the words.