Powder Snow Paradise and Golden Rose Nightclub are separated from each other by a clogged and smoky street.
A slight difference is that the Golden Rose Nightclub caters to men, while Powder Snow Paradise has many middle-aged female customers.
They are the most inferior erotic places in Fukang District and Los Angeles. The fees are not high, the quality of the service staff is extremely low, and most of the guests who come to Lie Yan are the low-level civilians in the city.
For the hostess and the hostess, there are many advantages to working here - no ID check, no medical report, payroll, come to sell when you want, leave when you want, and leave almost no trace.
Of course, the hostesses who are in good condition look down on this place, but those who are not so outstanding in appearance and figure, or those who are unwilling to reveal their identities and who are in urgent need of money, can't care so much.
After intensive investigation, the Los Angeles police have determined that Hou Pao was working in Powder Snow Paradise before he disappeared.
Liu Zhiqin personally led the team to Powder Snow Paradise and put Hou Pao's photo in front of the shift manager Asu.
Asu nervously took the photo, and was a little confused at first. After about ten seconds, he said, "Xiaojiang, yes, it should be Xiaojiang. He doesn't usually dress like this, and I didn't recognize him for a while. Why, he is actually a graduate student of Luo University. ?"
"Is the surveillance video from the past two weeks still available?" Liu Zhiqin asked, putting away the photo.
"It's still there, it's still there." Asu hurriedly led the way in person, "Please, what happened to Xiaojiang? He hasn't come to work for more than ten days."
Liu Zhiqin stopped, looked at Asu, and asked, "Your employees haven't shown up for more than ten days. Have you thought about calling the police?"
"I, we don't have such a rule." Asu rubbed his hands crampedly and explained, "It's like this, this kind of situation is really common in our place, and many entertainers disappear inexplicably after going to work. We can't control them, and we don't dare to control them. Who knows whether they have made enough money to wash their hands, or they have provoked some serious people? We will not investigate, let alone report the case, the police and those Big boss, none of us dare to offend."
Liu Zhiqin snorted coldly, "Don't you dare offend the police?"
Asu also knew that this time it was troublesome.
Since he became the shift manager, how many waitresses and waitresses have left without saying hello, and no police officers have come to check. This time, so many police officers have come, it seems that they are not "acquaintances" of the police station or the branch, but the city The people in the bureau, this situation must be something happened to Xiaojiang, either a murder case or a drug-related case, no matter what it is, Powder Snow Paradise will have to follow the bad luck.
Ah Su thought of that Xiao Jiang, whose speech and behavior were different from the usual waitresses, and felt annoyed in his heart.
This kind of unusual person should not be recruited!
Surveillance video has been pulled out, Hou Pao is wearing a gaudy bright-colored shirt and white trousers shuttling beside the middle-aged man, sometimes pouring wine, and sometimes sitting on the men's lap.
Liu Zhiqin asked, "Aren't all your male waiters here serving female customers?"
Asu shuddered. The police in front of him knew so well about the situation in the store that the security detachment might be coming soon.
"Not all." Asu stammered: "If you serve male customers, your income will be slightly more. Xiaojiang seems to be very short of money. As soon as he comes, he asks me how to make as much money as possible. I, I We arranged male customers for him. He looks clean and gentle, and many men like him. Some time ago, his income was among the best among us."
"How long has he been with you?" Liu Zhiqin asked again.
"It's more than two months." Asu said, waving his hands exaggeratedly, "I really don't know what he did in other places. I also work here."
The video was playing in multiples, and suddenly, a familiar figure flashed by.
Liu Zhiqin immediately replayed it, freezes it, and frowned suddenly.
The person who appeared on the screen turned out to be Hou Cheng, who was currently detained in the bureau.
Hou Cheng leaned on the interrogation chair and smiled comfortably: "Can't you guess?"
Mingshu's mind turned quickly, "Hou Pao is in the Fukang District, a remote, uninhabited place with no public cameras. This place is not far from the Golden Rose Nightclub."
"Yo, amazing." Hou Cheng wanted to applaud again, but put his hands together, but no sound came out, "Hou Pao, like Yang Nanke, don't deserve to live! He has no mother since he was a child. If Hou Jianjun hadn't pulled him, he would have been in elementary school. They have died of illness, how can they go to any university. Now these young people don't know how to repay their parents' kindness and treat them as enemies. They shouldn't die, so who should? The village chief is pitiful. "
Ming Shu didn't want to listen to Hou Cheng's tirade for a long time, and let Fang Yuanhang stay in the interrogation room for video recording. After he reported to Xiao Yu'an, he drove away to the Fukang District.
At the same time, Liu Zhiqin had already locked the search range on a barren slope 3 kilometers away from Powder Snow Paradise.
The street scene poured into the car wave after wave, Ming Shu's face was cold and stern, and from time to time he swept to the tablet that was supported on the side.
In the synchronized video, Hou Cheng's face was hideous, and every word seemed to contain blood.
Hou Cheng said that when he first arrived in Luocheng, he did not think about killing Hou Pao, but Hou Pao hit it by himself.
According to the planned plan, Hou Cheng appeared in various nightclubs in Fukang District. One day, he suddenly found Hou Pao in the midst of feasting and feasting.
He was greatly surprised. He did not expect Hou Jianjun, a promising son, to sell himself in a nightclub.
He was observing Hou Pao in the dark, and the inspiration for the next book suddenly brewed in his heart-he wanted to kill a hypocrite who looked bright, studied in a prestigious school, looked promising, but was not worthy of being the Son of Man. A hypocrite who happens to be gay.
He hated homosexuality to the core, because homosexuality cannot produce offspring.
This is also a form of disrespect.
"Gays, especially gay men, should disappear from the world!"
Hou Pao couldn't remember him anymore. He stayed in Powder Snow Paradise for a few days, and heard Hou Pao claiming that both his parents had died, and he was struggling in Los Angeles by himself.
The killing intent in his heart became stronger and stronger, firstly because of his strong desire to create, and secondly because Hou Pao was really unfilial.
Murder is addictive. Killing Yang Nanke three years ago gave him a hearty pleasure he had never had before, and even gave him a steady stream of inspiration for writing.
Readers often reflect that the details of the killing in the heart of the tomb are very real, making people numb, exciting and refreshing.
Even Guo Xian, the editor-in-charge, said, "Teacher Grave Heart, your writing about murder is so good, so clever!"
He laughed.
How can it be insane? He was the one who raised the butcher's knife, how could there be any other writer better at writing murder than him
But in the blink of an eye three years later, the inspiration brought by Yang Nanke is gradually drying up. He urgently needs to kill another person with his own hands... No, kill a demon, and then feel the joy of killing again.
Hou Pao appeared just right.
Outside the erotic scene, there are all kinds of people. He squatted for several nights, and finally waited until Hou Pao was alone.
Hou Pao was drunk every night, drinking white wine and red wine together, and sometimes he was drugged in the wine.
It's simply too easy to "cook" an alcohol-controlled person.
He stopped Hou Pao, who was off work in the early morning, with a weird and sinister smile.
Hou Pao could have easily pushed him away, but he heard his name in his mouth.
Powder Snow Paradise does not report his real name. Hou Pao works part-time here and is called "Xiaojiang" instead of "Hou Pao".
Hou Pao immediately stopped and looked at him in surprise, "You..."
"Don't be afraid, we are fellow villagers." Hou Cheng said, "I watched you grow up."
Hou Pao's eyes were a little out of focus because of the alcohol, and he looked at the wretched old man in front of him cautiously.
Hou Cheng said sadly: "Your dad thought you were studying hard in school, but he didn't expect you to be in such a place..."
Before Hou Cheng could finish speaking, Hou Pao had already dragged him towards the remote alley, "Who are you? What do you want to do?"
Hou Cheng shrugged, "I said, I'm your hometown. Don't you remember me? Your dad often comes to my house to deliver soup and meals to me, and you've come along too."
Hou Pao seemed to recall, "You are that Hou... Hou Cheng? Why are you here?"
Hou Cheng said: "Your father may also want to ask, why are you here?"
Hou Pao's face became panic under the dim street light, "Don't tell him!"
"Is this bad?" Hou Cheng said, "I don't want to lie to your father."
"Uncle Cheng!" Hou Pao was not sober and was in a state where he couldn't manage his emotions normally. He became anxious when he heard it, "My dad doesn't know, you can't tell him!"
Hou Cheng hung up for a while and said, "Then you have to listen to me."
Hou Pao's wine was getting higher and higher, "What do you want me to do?"
"Come with me somewhere." Hou Cheng said.
Hou Pao hesitated and stood still.
"If you don't come, I will not only tell your dad, but also your classmates and teachers at school." Hou Chengyin laughed a few times, "Where did you go to school, what level, what major, your dad is in the village Say it all over again."
Hou Pao gritted his teeth and followed Hou Cheng from the dim alley to deeper darkness.
There was a loud noise from the mobile phone, and Liu Zhiqin's voice was very deep, "We salvaged a seriously corrupted body in the weir and pond in the barren mountain."
Mingshu parked the car on the side of the road and slapped the steering wheel with his palm.
In the synchronous video from the interrogation room, Hou Pao said excitedly: "I pressed him to the ground and killed him with the hammer hidden in the bag! Just like I killed Yang Nanke back then! Hahaha! My smart head was beaten to pieces by me! He deserves it! Who let him treat Hou Jianjun like that! Hou Jianjun is a good father, but he is an unfilial son! His head grows only to plot against his father, it is better to smash it! I will He was thrown into the weir, and he is still there!"
Mingshu opened the car door, opened his legs and ran towards the pond.
In the interrogation room, Hou Cheng was still talking about the other party's voyage, "I originally wanted to use another method, so as to obtain a different inspiration for 'demon hunting'. But if I don't use a hammer, I'm not sure I can kill this one completely. Devil. Hehe, when I smashed the first hammer on his head, he was stunned, and when I continued to smash, his eyes popped out. Ah-I really want to write this scene in my new book!"
When Mingshu arrived at the pond, he smelled a strong corpse odor.
Hou Pao was stuffed in a woven bag, which was wrapped around scrap iron bars. Hou Pao's death was more tragic than Yang Nanke's, his head was completely broken, and the whole woven bag was soaked with brain pulp and blood.
The rubbish around the weirs and ponds is piled up into mountains, and the stench is unpleasant. The corpses are rotting at the bottom of the ponds. No matter how pungent odors they emit before they are salvaged, they will be covered by the surrounding odors. At this time, it was summer, and after a few torrential rains, the traces of the corpse would be washed away. In the future, even if someone accidentally discovered the dead body at the bottom of the pond, it would be quite difficult to solve the case.
The most embarrassing thing is that Hou Pao disappeared for many days, but no one called the police for him.
Fanxuetian doesn't care about his life or death, and just wants to avoid risks; his classmates said that he didn't show up at school very often, he did research by himself, took over private work by himself, and even his tutors couldn't control it; and his father often couldn't get through to him because He was often treated coldly by him on the phone, and he never thought that he had been killed.
A young man was killed like this, no one cared, no one looked for, and the last one to knock on his door was his father, who came to deliver his expensive lighter.
Hou Pao didn't understand why bad luck befalls him.
At the end of the confession, Hou Cheng indulged in a state of murder, repeating the words when he committed the crime, "I will kill you, the devil!"
Fang Yuanhang got up in anger and shouted, "Who is the real devil? For the inspiration of writing, you are the unforgivable devil who kills people who shouldn't be killed in the name of 'demon hunting'!"
Hou Cheng was startled by the roar, and said grimly: "You can record another video for me and tell Hou Jianjun - few people in the village care about me, you once served me meals, I am grateful to you, so I will kill you If your unfilial son dies, I will repay you!"
Fang Yuanhang's hands trembled with anger, "You're a lunatic! Village Chief Hou helped you, but you murdered his only son, how dare you repay your kindness?"
No one has yet told Hou Jianjun that his only son has been killed, and he has been at the city bureau, waiting for the police to bring his son back safely.
He saw Yang Nanke's father, Yang Juncheng, sitting in the hall despairingly, as if his tears had dried up.
Yang Juncheng raised his head, they looked at each other from a distance, unaware of the tragedy that happened to each other.
Yang Juncheng couldn't stand up anymore, Hou Jianjun walked over tremblingly, handed the only tissue on his body to the other side, and said in an extremely hoarse voice, "Everything will be fine, everything will be fine."
On the way back to the city bureau, Liu Zhiqin said: "Human nature is too complicated, Hou Pao is reluctant to talk to Hou Jianjun and looks down on Hou Jianjun, but he still regards Hou Jianjun as his father. In the place he rented, we found two insurances, both of which are He bought it for Hou Jianjun. People in the countryside have no awareness of participating in insurance, and Hou Jianjun may not know that Hou Pao bought him sickness insurance."
Mingshu frowned and looked out the window.
"Why did Hou Pao go to a place like Powder Snow Paradise? I can't find the answer now." Liu Zhiqin sighed, "I still remember the first time I saw Hou Jianjun, he looked at Fang Yuanhang's lighter. Pain may be a hurdle that he will never be able to overcome."
When he returned to the city bureau, the sky was already bright, and Mingshu did not go to see Hou Cheng again.
The line of the tomb heart has been found so far, and it has been completed. He and Xiao Yu'an took the cases of Lu Kun and Li Hongmei and finally pinpointed Hou Cheng and dug up two murder cases.
He has done everything he can.
Hou Cheng committed the crime in Los Angeles, and the Los Angeles police were responsible for the rest of the work. It stands to reason that he must immediately return to Dongye City to continue investigating the Luo Xiangfu case.
But he suddenly felt very tired, and stepped back, thinking he was going to lean against the cold and hard wall, but bumped into a familiar arm.
He turned his head sharply, and his tone changed from an uncontrollable dependence to a solemn subordinate facing the leader, "Brother... Xiao Bureau!"
"Tired?" Xiao Yuan quietly put a force on his back, and then retracted his arms naturally.
"It's okay." He used his strength to stand up straight, "It's just that my brain is not very bright right now."
Xiao Yuan smiled lightly, "Go back tonight, you can sleep on the way."
"Go back tonight?" Mingshu opened his eyes, "I..."
Xiao Yuan looked at him gently, "Huh?"
"I still owe Hua Team and Teacher Liu a drink." Mingshu said, "I still want to clear the debt and go back."
"I'm afraid not." Xiao Yuan said: "There are still many things to deal with in the tomb heart case, and they will be busier than us."
Mingshu thought for a while, "Are you looking for people affected by the heart of the tomb among the homicide suspects across the country?"
"Yes. This is related to Hou Cheng's sentencing." Xiao Yu'an said: "Because of the special nature of the case, this investigation can only be carried out in a low-key manner. The social impact of the tomb's heart has already been caused, and in the future there may still be people who use 'some' The murderer who committed the crime on the grounds of death. Hou Cheng can only deal with it coldly for the time being, any exposure will inevitably cause a new wave of discussion and attention, attracting more 'believers' to the heart of the tomb."
Mingshu nodded and asked again, "Are we going back by high-speed rail? With Fang Yuanhang and the others?"
At first, only Mingshu and Fang Yuanhang came to Luocheng. Later, Xiao Yuan successively transferred some of the team members to join forces with the criminal police in Los Angeles to hunt down the murderers. Now there are about twenty Dongye criminal police in Luocheng.
"Let's go in batches." Xiao Yu'an said, "One trip tonight and one trip tomorrow night."
During the day, the Los Angeles City Bureau stands in the sun, purifying and dignified, and all work is carried out in an orderly manner. The autopsy and Hou Pao's medical records proved that Hou Pao had a brain tumor in his physical examination three months ago.
This is most likely the reason why he went to Powder Snow Paradise not long ago to make a quick buck.
Hou Jianjun finally learned the news of Hou Pao's murder. His old face seemed to freeze suddenly, and his vitality disappeared with every breath.
The village cadres who came from Qingyue Village shed tears and supported him. He fell to the ground as soon as he stood up.
Mingshu hurried over and tried to help him up, but he couldn't stand up again, and whispered in his mouth: "Why..."
Why.
Countless people ask this question every day.
The rest of Hou Jianjun's life may be spent in this sentence.
Mingshu remembered the insurance that Hou Pao bought for Hou Jianjun, and his heart was completely empty.