At 5 o'clock in the morning on Monday, at the Beidao Village Landfill in the suburb of Jinhai City, several scavengers suddenly smelled a stench from the garbage pile that was different from the surrounding odor, and immediately picked up a piece of soft rubber covered with garbage. something like that.
An old man lifted the thing tremblingly, squinted at the dim light of the morning, and suddenly screamed in horror, and rolled and fell down the mountain of garbage—
It was a half-rotten and swollen arm.
"The staff of the landfill reported to the Solid Waste Management Office, and the Solid Waste Management Office reported to the Beidao Village Police Station. Xingda dug in the garbage for several hours and found two legs below the waist and one above the neck. Head, plus the half of the hand I found at the beginning... Hey! Go away!" Cai Lin shouted over the phone, waving flies while jumping his feet, and the background was the roar of forklifts in the garbage dump: "Now it's just a matter of time. The chest and abdomen and the other half of the hands can spell a whole person. Go away! Go away! Zhang Xiaoyu, give me some more of your mosquito repellent spray!"
Bu Chonghua held up his mobile phone and strode down the steps in front of the Criminal Investigation Detachment Building, followed by Wu Yu and Song Hui: "Can you confirm that it is Chen Yuanliang?"
"Xiaogui forensic doctor initially judged that the time of death was between twenty-four hours and thirty-six hours. Judging from the clothes and body characteristics and the characteristics of the corpse, it was indeed Chen Yuanliang. Now he is waiting for the police dogs to arrive to search for the remaining few. Piece of meat!"
Bu Chonghua strode towards the police Wrangler: "I see, Xiao Wu and I will be there soon." He hung up the phone.
Biu unlocked the off-road vehicle, and Bu Chonghua got into the driver's seat.
Wu Yu's footsteps deliberately slowed down, and as expected, Song Huizhi passed him without hesitation, and reached out to open the passenger seat door.
Wu Yu didn't say a word, and turned to open the rear seat. But before the others got in, they saw Bu Chonghua suddenly pushed the door down in front, strode around the front of the car, patted Song Hui on the shoulder, stretched out his hand to grab Wu Yu's back neck, and moved the two of them with force. height:
"Wu Yu, sit in the front and guide the way."
Wu Yu: "No no no..."
Bu Chonghua ignored him completely, slammed him into the passenger car, and slammed the door shut.
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Red and blue warning lights flashed as a hurricane swept through busy downtown traffic Monday morning toward the North Road Village Landfill.
There were three people sitting in the carriage, but the air was terrifyingly frozen, and even Wu Yu sat uncharacteristically. Song Hui huddled in the middle of the back seat, like a frightened little rabbit. She glanced left and right, and after a while, she finally heard Bu Chonghua from the driver's seat speak:
"Who else knows that you are Song Ju's daughter?"
Song Hui twisted her fingers: "...Not many people."
"Who is there?"
"Just Xu Bureau, several deputy bureaus, Shao team from the anti-drug detachment, Cao brother from the economic investigation team, Uncle Wang from the technical team, Uncle Qian from the legal department pre-trial, Uncle Zhang from the command center, and the criminal investigator who agreed to my internship. Uncle Li of the Bureau, Li, Political Department, Inspector's Office, Secretariat, and my mother... the rest are gone."
The air pressure in the car fell to freezing point, and after a while, Chonghua squeezed out a sentence: "I know everything that should be known, right?"
Song Hui guiltily remained silent.
"I'll write you a return report, go back to clean up today, and don't use it tomorrow."
Song Hui was shocked: "Why!"
Bu Chonghua's tone was harsher than her: "Because you are not a criminal investigation major at all! Our detachment only accepts the top ten criminal investigation majors in average points or the top ten professional grade points every year. , at worst, a boy who can beat, run, stay up late and be beaten! Tell yourself which condition you meet?"
"...But, I've only been intern for three months! I don't want to stay!"
"no."
Song Hui was extremely aggrieved: "I just want to be by your side, can't I?!"
Bu Chonghua suddenly shouted: "No way!"
Beep-
Wu Yu and Song Hui were slapped backwards by the seat belts at the same time. Toyota in the adjacent lane honked angrily, accelerated to overtake, and drove away with the exhaust.
The air inside the car was frozen.
For some reason, Bu Chonghua seemed to be more aggressive than usual, as if he was using this method to cover up some kind of anxiety and unease. After a long while, he took a long breath, clenched his back teeth slightly loosened, and glanced to the side.
-Wu Yu maintained the posture that he had been slapped on the backrest just now, with his mobile phone held high in front of his eyes, focused on studying the map and navigation, with a dedicated look on his face, as if he was a domestic police and bandit movie that accidentally entered the romantic idol drama studio.
"There is no need to discuss this matter." Bu Chonghua's voice sounded again, and his voice was calm and calm as usual: "I have a classmate in customs, and I have already greeted him. You can go there next week."
Song Hui's eyes started to turn red again, she bit her lip, and after a while she said, "No, I won't go, I'll tell my mother if you do this again!"
Bu Chonghua: "..."
Hao Xiujuan, the wife of the boss of Song, was the owner who helped Bu Chonghua to wash clothes, cook, hold parent-teacher meetings, and sign exam papers. She was about the same level as half a mother. Nantianmen is no different.
"And, and don't look down on me, I-I can be a good police officer too!" Song Hui said, "I'll prove it to you!"
The Wrangler made a steep turn at the end of the road, drove a few hundred meters and turned into a small road. The landfill in Beidao Village was surrounded by a cordon. The red and blue light of the police car and the media flashing light from the news met in one place, click Scratching.
Dozens of people in the vigilance circle crowded their heads together, probably piecing together corpses.
Bu Chonghua's face was expressionless, he stepped on the brakes, turned around and gestured to Song Hui to go down.
"Go," he said coldly, "prove me that you can endure for a few minutes without throwing up."
Song Hui slammed the door shut, and got into the cordon without looking back.
Wu Yu finally put down the mobile phone map navigation that he had held all the way, turned his sore neck, and was about to get out of the car, but his wrist suddenly tightened.
Bu Chonghua actually grabbed his arm.
They looked at each other face to face, no one moved, the silence submerged this square inch to the top, the noise of people outside the car window seemed to suddenly become very distant, only the heat of the palm and the skin was tightly pressed.
After a long time, Bu Chonghua leaned slightly and approached Wu Yu's cheek, as if he was about to say something - but at this moment Wu Yu tilted his head back, and said hoarsely with his eyes lowered, "... Gotta go."
The carriage was silent, and all senses seemed to disappear, only the small piece of the wrist bone remained hot into the bone marrow.
After a long while, Chonghua finally released his hand slowly, bit by bit, opened the glove box, took out the sunglasses, and threw them to him.
"Stay in the car and don't move, there's too much media."
Before Wu Yu had time to say anything, Bu Chonghua had already pushed the door and got out of the car, and strode toward the cordon.
"Uh-uh-uh-"
Song Hui covered her mouth with a pale face, and Wang Jiuling hid three meters away and said lovingly, "Spit it out, it will be better if you spit it out."
"Wow!!"
Thankfully this is in a landfill, and the physiological response to stress can be addressed in situ. Song Hui fluttered about the goddess scattered flowers for a while, she was so ashamed that she almost cried, Wang Jiuling sighed and took out his small handkerchief, thinking about it but not willing, asked the forensic intern for a tissue and handed it to her.
"Daughter, listen to me, that donkey face is not worth it." Wang Jiuling said sincerely: "Look at the baldness of our Nancheng Branch, apart from Meng Zhao, who else does fieldwork? Last year, too. This girl was poisoned by watching a police and bandit drama, and she had to come here. She was so tired that she had neurasthenia and arrhythmia within a month. Now she has been transferred to the procuratorate for pre-trial—hey, listen to Uncle Wang, Go home."
Song Hui sobbed and wiped her mouth: "I, I'm not going home, I want to…"
"Have you finished vomiting?"
Song Hui jumped around in shock, only to see Bu Chonghua standing tall with a cold expression, her cuffs rolled around her elbows, revealing her strong forearms.
"Spit spit... spit is over."
Bu Chonghua raised his hand and threw something, and Song Hui hurriedly caught it. It was a pair of blue survey shoe covers: "Come with me after you vomit, and see the preliminary autopsy."
If Song Hui was struck by lightning, an autopsy was required!
How come the few pieces haven't been checked yet!
Poor Miss Song's face turned pale and her stomach was churning again, but Bu Chonghua's icy face didn't move at all, as if she didn't see the tragic state she just took one bite after another, she turned around and walked straight to the scene.
Wang Jiuling looked at him with hatred, and whispered as she passed by, "You deserve to be single all your life!"
Bu Chonghua said indifferently: "She is my sister, I am not single and I am not looking at her."
- Stupid stuff! Wang Jiuling raised her eyebrows and raised her eyebrows on her hips, only to see Song Hui crying and chirping after him, and followed him uneasy.
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"Be careful, be careful... Hey! Xiaogui!" "Steady, steady, steady!"
A group of surveyors gathered around the garbage mountain, each carrying the corpses to play puzzles. Some people raised their heads, some raised their legs, some raised their stomachs. After a while, enthusiastic applause broke out: "Beautiful!" "Stable!" "It's done!"
Bei Ye, the head of the Four Heavenly Kings of Jinhai, took his little brothers to face the scorching sun all morning, and finally found the last big piece of Chen Yuanliang's body - the chest and abdomen from the garbage mountain. A group of forensic doctors and criminal policemen who had been smoked to death were so grateful that they could wait in line for one mua to take a sip, but the clean-obsessed Lord Bei wagged his tail and went back to the line to take a bath, leaving only a furry dog's butt for everyone.
"Chen Yuanliang, male, 70 years old, 1.67 meters long." Xiaogui forensic doctor squatted on the ground wrapped in protective clothing, tightly pressing Cai Lin ("Maggot! Maggot!!"), with no face. With a quick and smooth expression, he instructed his subordinates to record: "The corpse was divided into four parts: head and neck, above the waist, the left upper limb, the right upper limb, and the lower limbs below the waist. Parts of the internal organs are missing, and the time of death is estimated to be between thirty-two and thirty-six. About an hour later, that is, within a few hours of the victim's disappearance, it was initially identified that he was dismembered as... yo, infantry!"
Bu Chonghua walked over while wearing gloves, followed by Song Hui who was staggering about to vomit at any time, Xiaogui forensic doctor was so shocked that he almost reached out and rubbed his eyes: "I read it right, Cai Er? Your team has a girl. ?"
Cai Lin said with vicissitudes: "Yeah, these days, there are not many girls who are stupid and beautiful..."
"Song Hui, new here." Bu Chonghua raised his chin behind him, then pointed to the circle of people beside the corpse, and gave Song Hui a brief introduction: "Fan Ming, forensic assistant."
Song Hui called her seriously, "Assistant Fan."
The little forensic doctor who had just squatted on the ground to record immediately stood up: "Don't dare to be, don't dare to be..."
"Yang Hongyi, criminal camera."
Song Hui: "Camera Yang."
The cameraman of the technical team stood up with a SLR camera in fear: "You're welcome, you're welcome..."
"Cai Lin, senior of the detachment."
Song Hui: "Senior Cai."
Cai Lin hurriedly put on the most cordial and sympathetic expression since the beginning of the year and stood up: "I can't stand it..."
"Xiaogui forensic doctor, shift leader in the forensic room."
Song Hui: "Little... Gui forensic doctor."
Song Hui had been told by his father to be humble and humble since she was a child, but she was indeed slower than ordinary people to respond. One small word came out smoothly, and she felt a little stunned in her heart, thinking that she was disrespecting the senior forensic doctor too much? Will it be annoying
"No, no, stand far away, the smell is great." Xiaogui forensic doctor didn't notice her complex psychological activities at all, "Fan Ming, use mosquito repellent spray to spray the girl twice."
Bu Chonghua pointed to the tangram-like corpse on the ground: "How is it?"
"Separate the body after death." The forensic doctor Xiaogui raised an index finger and answered Bu Chonghua's question concisely.
Bone residue, insect eggs, rotten flesh, and bloody liquid smeared on the fleshy corpse, and swarms of maggots burrowed through the seven orifices. Bu Chonghua put on a double-layer mask, squatted down and groped for a moment, his fingers rested on the heart above the chest wall, pressed down, and frowned, "I was stabbed to death?"
Before he finished speaking, a white bubble was squeezed out of the wound by him, and the gurgling overflowed—living maggots.
"Wow!" Song Hui took a few steps without looking back, crouched on the ground and vomited frantically.
Everyone: "… "
"Yes, there is a high probability of being stabbed to death. This is the only life-threatening wound on the surface of the corpse. It is located between the fifth and sixth ribs on the left chest. The width of the wound is 4.5 cm. It should be a double-edged weapon similar to a switchblade." Forensic doctor Xiao Gui sprayed some insecticides on the flies in the sky, squatted down and said, "It is worth noting that although there is only one wound on the surface of the corpse, there is a wound underneath. Two wound cavities, one about 12 centimeters long and one about 11 centimeters long. It means that the murderer stabbed the second knife before the blade was pulled out. The attack was decisive and extremely lethal, resulting in chest wall defect wounds and traumatic heart rupture. , died of acute cardiac tamponade."
- Acute cardiac tamponade.
Bu Chonghua's eyebrows twitched: "The same way as Nian Xiaoping died?"
"Yes, the method of execution, location, and even the shape of the weapon are very similar."
Bu Chonghua nodded silently, thoughtfully, and asked for a while, "What is the dismemberment tool?"
"..." Forensic Doctor Xiaogui sighed: "Forklift."
Outside the cordon in the distance, several forklifts were parked in the open space. The mechanical buckets were huge, and the sharp saw teeth were covered with mud.
Everyone fell silent at the same time.
The landfill worker was holding Wang Jiuling's hand, and a tearful cry came from afar: "Comrade police, can you quickly find out which forklift shoveled the unfortunate body, we are blocking the news and dare not tell the driver? , I'm afraid that everyone will be scared and fall ill later, you can find out sooner, so that we can buy paper money, incense candles, ghost-repelling talismans or something!"
"It's not necessary, it's not necessary." Wang Jiuling said kindly: "We Communist Party members do not engage in feng shui superstitions, we must keep the firm position of materialism and atheism..."
"However, the exact cause of death will not be reported until after the toxicology test." Xiaogui forensic doctor stood up and moved his sore knee: "In addition, we will go back and do a bone grinder to further determine all the leftovers. There is no heme in the fractured bone, otherwise the existence of pre-mortem injury cannot be completely ruled out.”
Bu Chonghua also stood up and looked around.
The Beidaocun Landfill is one of the largest disposal sites in Jinhai City. There are hundreds of vehicles passing by every day, and the amount of garbage transported is as much as two to three thousand tons. It is impossible to tell where Chen Yuanliang's body came from. , it is meaningless to even investigate and monitor.
If it weren't for the scavengers, no one would have found the old man buried under the mountain of garbage to form corpse wax.
"Okay, let the forensic doctor close the team." Bu Chonghua took off his mask and gloves, and said in a deep voice, "Send it back for further autopsy to see if the murderer's biological samples can be extracted from the corpse, and review Chen Yuanliang's social relations again. , money exchanges, and continue to investigate the taxi operation that night. From my intuition, the murderer’s murder method is highly similar to the darknet buyers who killed Nian Xiaoping and Gao Baokang, so I can first consider them as the same People. Song Hui!"
Song Hui finally finished the second round of vomiting, and was squatting weakly on the ground with sour water when she heard the words and looked over at a loss.
Bu Chonghua pointed to the stretcher on the ground and instructed succinctly, "The newcomer moves the body."
Song Hui: "!"
Everyone: "!!!"
Cai Lin rushed forward without hesitation: "Don't be like this boss, I'll come!" Xiaogui forensic doctor grabbed Cai Lin's sleeve: "Cai Lin, come to Cai Lin!" The forensic assistant and the criminal camera were busy: "Let's come, let's come!"
Song Hui couldn't believe it: "Move, move, move what?!"
Bu Chonghua ignored the others and stared straight at Song Hui with those frosty pupils: "Aren't you trying to prove to me that you can be a good policeman?"
"… "
"The first homicide field out of all interns must help the forensic doctor move the body, whether it is high rot, giant view, or even corpse wax. No one can get special treatment based on gender or identity, and neither do you."
Song Hui's face was pale, but Bu Chonghua stepped aside and pointed to the stretcher head on the ground:
"If you can't move, you don't need to practice in the Criminal Investigation Detachment. Go home today."
The atmosphere was stalemate, and the people around looked at each other, no one dared to make a sound.
Even Wu Yu, who was wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses not far away, noticed the strangeness. He pushed open the door from the car and looked here with a frown.
"...But I," Song Hui twisted her fingers, her lips trembling as soon as she opened her mouth, as if she was about to collapse on the spot and faint in the next second: "I, I—"
boom!
At this moment, the powerful engine roared and approached like the king of beasts, drifted and flicked through the corner with lightning, the tires and the dirt road rubbed a loud noise, instantly shaking the entire scene, and suddenly stopped outside the warning line like an apparition. Whoops—a fan-shaped gravel from the rear tire fell to the ground, sending out smoke all over the floor!
"Damn big G!"
"G65? G65? Why not?!"
"That's a modified version of Brabus G65!!"
The sound of the discussion was like a sizzling lead, which swept the entire landfill in an instant. Bu Chonghua's forehead jumped, and then he saw the car door opened. Yan Yan, a Taobao T-shirt and jeans, with a blue plate steel king on his wrist, casually slammed the car door, lowered his head and got into the cordon, striding here.
Bu Chonghua immediately ordered Song Hui: "It's none of your business, you go back to the car to find Wu Yu." Then he turned to the corpse: "Why haven't you moved it yet, hurry up!"
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and without his ordering it a second time, Cai Lin, the forensic assistant, and the criminal camera rushed to the stretcher at the same time. The amount of Chen Yuan in the block.
Only Song Hui, a foolish girl, stood on the spot and didn't respond: "Looking for Little Angkor? Why are you looking for Little Angkor?"
Bu Chonghua picked up a bottle of mineral water and threw it to her: "He ate salty in the morning, give him a drink."
Song Hui: "??"
"—Wait!" Just at this moment, Yan Yan came windy at his feet, noticed Song Hui from a distance, and stared at her with a frown: "You're not that Song..."
Bu Chonghua: "Don't hurry up! You need to drink eight glasses of water a day!"
Poor Miss Song didn't realize that she threw up twice and didn't get eight glasses of water, she foolishly took the mineral water back to the car, and before leaving, she gave Yan Yun a strange look, thinking that I knew this person ? Not impressed at all.
Yan Yan took off her sunglasses and said angrily, "Isn't she the daughter of Song?"
Bu Chonghua: "..."
"How did you get along with her?"
The two looked at each other, one was full of questions and the other was helpless. After a while, Chonghua finally rubbed his forehead: "She's my sister, can you stop this..."
"Your sister?" Yan Yan seemed to have heard a big joke: "Your two cousins vacated half of the Hermès store in Jianning this morning, bought two dining tables, four sets of sofas, eight telescopes, Two trash cans, twenty horse brushes and twenty fly swatters. I just called and asked me if I wanted two horse whips and a table of mahjong, but I rejected them all—the surname is Song Is your daughter counted as your sister on which card?"
Bu Chonghua pressed his forehead and sighed, "I don't understand where you got such a big opinion about Song Ju... What are you doing!"
Yan Yan mercilessly patted his brother's handsome face with four fingers, making a sound of PiaPia, his face full of hatred: "Are you really my brother?!"
Bu Chonghua: "..."
"Your cousin is so insightful in world affairs and skilled in human relationships. Not only did you not inherit half of it, but you also learned how to get up on two boats. Believe it or not, my mother, your aunt saw that the girl surnamed Song had a myocardial infarction on the spot. Are you trying to piss her off alive?"
There were people passing by, and seeing the strange atmosphere here, I didn't dare to wait any longer, and hurriedly slipped by the side of the road.
The two brothers put their heads on their heads, and the corners of Bu Chonghua's eyes were raised upwards. He stared at Yan Yan without saying a word. The amber eyes gradually exuded a vicious meaning. Angrily said:
"I don't have two boats, I only like one person!"
He let go of Yan Yan, turned around and left with a cold face.