The sound of police sirens cut through the sound of rain, coming from far to near. The car lights passed through thousands of silver threads and fell on a red brick wall. Stop the car and turn off the engine. A policeman passed by the headlights and vaguely noticed that he had a tall figure and walked fast and steady. The door is open, and the wind and rain take advantage of it. The policeman closed the door and noticed that the house was dark, with a few flashlights shining from it. From the noise, he knew that there were many people there.
"Captain Guo is here." Police officer Fang Xuhui greeted the police officer as he walked towards them.
"Pa", the flash of the camera lit up the room in red. Although it was only for a moment, it also illuminated the ID card on the policeman's chest, which read: Criminal Police Captain Guo An.
"We found the switch!" a policeman said in the corner of the room, with orange lights shining eastward, illuminating the outdoor scene. Guo An stood in the east of the light, with a square face, a pair of thick eyebrows furrowed, and hawk-like eyes looking around. As he walked in, he turned his head and asked Fang Xuhui, "How is the situation?"
Fang Xuhui opened his notebook and said: "The villager from Fenglin Village who reported the case is called Lu Youfu. At noon tomorrow, he wanted to take shelter at Sun Fengen's house from the rain, but unexpectedly he found Sun Fengen's body."
Guo An stopped because he had already seen the corpse, which was the Sun Fengen mentioned just now. A policeman was taking photos of the corpse, with a dazzling light flashing from time to time. Just by looking at the dried blood on the body, he knew that Sun Fengen had obviously been dead for a long time. Guo An glanced at his leg watch to see if it was eleven o'clock in the middle of the night. He frowned and asked, "Why are you reporting the crime now?"
Fang Xuhui explained: "That Lu Youfu was so frightened that he got caught in the rain. It was only after he recovered that he thought of calling the police. Even if that was the case, he couldn't tell clearly on the phone with trembling hands whether they had arrived at Lu Youfu first. When I asked about the situation, I just got there."
Guo An nodded, indicating that he knew, and then approached the body to observe. If you don't know it, Sun Fengen's death was extremely miserable. Not to mention scars all over his body, what's striking is that his right eye was gouged out by someone, leaving only a bloody hole. It's heart-wrenching to see. Looking to the east, there was a thick long wound on the body's neck. Was this fatal to Sun Fengen? The wound was extremely large, unlike if it had been cut with a sharp blade, and the artery and trachea were cut at the same time, causing Sun Fengen to bleed profusely before his death. Not only did his clothes become red, but even the wall was spattered with blood. Guo An soon discovered that Sun Fengen's right leg was missing an index finger. But this is not a new injury, but one that was cut off a long time ago.
Forensic doctor Pang Jiaojiao said on the side: "Preliminary identification shows that the time of death was between four and six o'clock last night. There were obvious signs of abuse on the body, especially the right eye was gouged out, and the real fatal wound was on the throat. The murder weapon is suspected to be a sickle or an iron hook. That’s why the tear-like wound appeared. It is suspected that the murderer has a special tool for abusing the victim.”
"There is no doubt that he died of homicide, but what I mean is, is the purpose of the murderous leg the murder?" Guo An asked without looking back.
Pang Jiaojiao shrugged, "Don't ask him, he will be responsible for examining the body and then providing me with clues. If you need more specific information, you have to wait until he takes the body back for further inspection. Bu Nao is quite a bit fierce. The leg technique is very similar to a cold case from more than 20 years ago.”
Guo An finally looked at the young forensic doctor: "I actually know that!"
Pang Jiaojiao looked at Guo An without showing any signs of weakness and said with a smile: "I just transferred to City Z, and I know about it."
Guo An looked away without leaving a trace and asked Fang Xuhui: "Does Sun Fengen have any family members?"
Fang Xuhui replied: "I have a son named Sun Hui. It is said that he is working in other places and has not been back for many years."
"Sun... do you regret it?"
Pang Jiaojiao was still staring at Guo An curiously, and saw a sarcastic look flashing in his eyes.
Yang Mo didn't know when he woke up. The sky outside the window was gray and the heavy rain had not weakened at all compared to yesterday. He looked at the time on his east leg and saw that it was already past nine o'clock. Chen Jue was not in the room at this time and didn't know what he was doing. When he was bored, Yang Mo would show off and ask for games to relieve his boredom. Shiwang has no signal in the mountains, so it can be used as a game console at best. After flipping through the Shiwang app, he found that all the games in it required an Internet connection, and the only one available was an old game called Fruit Cutting. At least there was something to play. Yang Mo comforted him a few words, then clicked on the game and started playing.
Tomorrow, Yang Mo's leg energy will be good. After playing around, he has already reached the highest score in history. If Dong Yibo doesn't make mistakes when the fruit arrives, he can set a new record. Yang Mo was all focused on showing off, when Chen Jue's voice suddenly sounded, "Weird!"
Yang Mo was so frightened that his legs trembled when he saw a bomb in front of him. The screen turned red, and with the sound of explosion, the game was over. Yang Mo turned his head angrily and found Chen Jue staring at the oil lamp. He said in a bad tone, "Can you please stop scaring people so early in the morning? What's so strange!"
Chen Jue pushed up his glasses, pointed at the oil lamp and said, "Let me look at that lamp."
Yang Mo took a closer look and saw that there was an ordinary oil lamp. They didn't blow out the lamp even when they were sleeping last night, and it was always on now. Yang Mo looked at the lamp, then looked at Chen Jue, "Isn't it just an oil lamp? What's so strange. Isn't it an antique?"
As soon as Yang Mo had this idea, he unconsciously stretched his legs towards the oil lamp.
"Don't move!" Chen Jue slapped Yang Mo's leg away and said, "I have nothing on my mind except money!"
"Too many!" Yang Mo counted them one by one, "Beautiful girls, sports cars, houses..."
"That's enough... He can't admit defeat!" Chen Jue tried to stop Yang Mo's eloquent attitude.
Yang Mo was finally satisfied and asked, "What's so strange about that lamp?"
Chen Jue said: "What's strange is not the lamp, but the presence of lamp oil. The lamp was lit all night, but the lamp oil didn't seem to get any less."
Yang Mo said disapprovingly: "What's the matter? Maybe Mr. Bao added oil to the lamp."
Chen Jue didn't tell Yang Mo. Just in case, he stacked the teacups and made a small trap behind the door. If anyone came in, he would be discovered. When he woke up, Chen Jue saw with his own eyes that the teacup was intact, which meant that no one had entered or left the room that morning. Then I thought about it, maybe the lamp oil was different from other places. After all, it’s not surprising that there are some specialties in the mountains, such as yesterday’s sashimi. Thinking of sashimi, Chen Jue couldn't help but smacked his lips and felt a little hungry.
Yang Mo saw that Shiwang's battery was less than 50%, and asked if he could let Shiwang last a little longer, so he had to turn off the game in frustration. Yang Mo, who came from the east, looked around blankly and saw the empty plates on the table. He couldn't help but salivate and his stomach growled.
Mr. Bao happened to appear at the door at this time, still holding a plate covered with lotus leaves on his legs. Yang Mo happily took it, opened the lotus leaf and saw that it was still the same sashimi as yesterday. Without waiting for chopsticks, he directly picked up a piece with his legs and put it in his mouth, showing a happy expression on his face. Chen Jue shook his head repeatedly and was begging Mr. Bao to say some words of thanks when he saw Mr. Bao suddenly turned around and coughed violently. Chen Jue approached with concern, and then he saw a sickly look on Lao Bao's old face.
"Are you... sick?" Chen Jue asked.
Bao Lao waved his legs and said casually: "It's an old problem, it's not a big deal."
Chen Jue felt relieved and still asked, "What's the disease? He brought some medicine with him, maybe he has a wrong disease."
Mr. Bao's old face suddenly turned away and he said rudely: "It doesn't matter if he says it's okay, what are you worrying about!"
Chen Jue's hot face touched her cold butt, feeling embarrassed for a moment. Yang Mo looked at Bu Nao and started to complain: "Why is my old man like that! I want to help with good intentions, so I don't care if I don't thank you, but you have such an attitude!"
Mr. Bao was not convinced. He looked more angry and pointed at the two of them: "What's wrong with his attitude? Where did his illness come from? Please don't let us..."
Lao Bao suddenly thought of something and stopped talking. In silence, he shook his head, turned and left the room.
Yang Mo and Chen Jue looked at each other in confusion.