Death sentence turned into acquittal? Who told him to be a detective!

Chapter 288 Forced Purchase and Sale! [Seeking Monthly Tickets!]

"Factory Manager!!!"

A startled voice suddenly rang out, and then the man beside him felt his legs go weak. He stared fixedly at the scene inside the room, feeling that the air around him was becoming thinner and thinner, and even breathing was so difficult.

Looking at the corpse hanging from the rope, as thin as a willow branch, he gasped for breath, his mind growing increasingly dizzy.

Dead. Gone.

He hanged himself!
And his client hanged himself?
Xu Liang paused, then squinted and looked around.

This is the factory's dormitory area. Although there is no one around, the tin sheds are connected to each other, and the sound insulation is surprisingly poor!
In theory, if it were a murder, the noise would be enough for the people in the surrounding tin sheds to know!
"Do you want to call the police?"

Although Su Yu and Yang Ruoxi beside them were still a little scared, they had gotten used to it and did not do anything excessive.

Yang Ruoxi whispered, "Judging from this smell, the body must have been dead for a while. If we don't call the police soon, it'll start to decompose."

"Call the police."

Xu Liang nodded, not denying the answer.

Of course, he hesitated for a moment, and then...
He lifted his foot and walked into the iron ore chamber.

"Da da da"

As soon as he stepped over the threshold, Xu Liang seemed to be swallowed up and instantly entered the belly of the house!
My first feeling was...suffocation!
It was incredibly hot and humid, like a giant steamer, and even breathing was a luxury!
Xu Liang approached the hanged corpse, stood beneath it, and stared at its bulging eyes.

The corpse had already begun to decompose and rot. The corpse's expression was extremely ferocious, as if a vengeful ghost had appeared, and there was incontinence in its lower body.

Xu Liang approached again.

The corpse's neck was a bloody mess, and its ten fingers were stained with blood. If nothing unexpected happened, it must have struggled violently before being hanged, even scratching its neck so badly that it was covered in wounds!
Upon closer inspection, Zhang Shan's spine appears to be somewhat deformed and twisted, which is likely congenital.

There was a stool under the body, neatly arranged, showing no signs of being kicked over or overturned.
Xu Liang made a preliminary judgment and walked out of the old dormitory.

The man was still staring blankly at Zhang Shan's corpse.

It wasn't until Xu Liang came into his line of sight that the man snapped out of his daze. Then, his face broke into a look of sorrow, and he quickly got up and limped away.

"Something's happened! Something's happened!!!"

He ran and shouted, and soon he was back inside the factory.

Xu Liang didn't stop him.

"What's going on?" Su Yu asked anxiously.

"Should we leave?"

Sun Zhongmin asked in a deep voice, his fists clenched tightly.

He had just arrived in Zhengyang City and a corpse had already appeared. He really didn't want anyone he knew to stay in this place any longer!

"not needed for now."

Xu Liang first offered a reassuring remark to Sun Zhongmin, then paused, looked at Su Yu and Yang Ruoxi, and slowly said:

"This person should be Zhang Shan, the one we're looking for."

It's a very straightforward statement.

In other words, their client, who traveled hundreds of kilometers by plane to Zhengyang City, is dead!?
"The time of death was yesterday morning."

"Yes, it was 8:30, the time when they called us."

Xu Liang took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, lit it with a lighter, and took a small inhale. A large amount of nicotine filled his lungs, which helped him suppress his emotions.

He also recalled that during the phone consultation yesterday, Zhang Shan inexplicably hung up the phone.

Based on previous deductions, the other party may have hung up because they didn't have money.

But right now.
"It's not because I don't have money, it's because I'm dead."

Xu Liang pointed to the corpse.

"His death was very sudden, as for the cause of death..."

Based on his assessment, suicide can be preliminarily ruled out.

"The placement of the stools is not in accordance with common sense."

"A common misconception about suicide is that when a person hangs themselves, their struggling feet will be higher than the stool used to hang them."

"But the reality is, when you're lowered with a rope around your neck, your feet won't be high up; in fact, they'll be slightly below the level of the stool!"

"Then, in the body's instinctive struggle, the stool is often kicked over or kicked askew!"

As he spoke, Xu Liang paused and pointed to the neatly arranged stools under the corpse.

This is clearly against common sense!
It is highly likely that the stool appeared at the feet of the body after the body had died.

That is
"murder!?"

Su Yu was taken aback; this was the first time she had ever experienced something like this.

"Pretty much, a very clumsy arrangement."

Finished.

Xu Liang didn't say anything more, and just then, a series of rapid footsteps sounded beside him.

Several people looked up.

Then I saw a group of people rushing anxiously from the factory, but they didn't look well.

The vast majority of them have very deformed bodies!

Xu Liang even saw a creature with only an upper body, using its hands instead of its feet to move towards him on the ground.

Judging from their clothing, their living environment is not very good.

The clothes were washed until they were white and covered in grease, some were even torn and patched up everywhere.

Some people don't even have patches; their clothes have holes that clearly show their filthy skin underneath.

Suddenly.

Xu Liang was slightly stunned. After realizing what was happening, the other person was already standing beside him. He slowly moved his body and stepped aside to make way.

The expected wailing and breakdown did not occur.

Most people were somewhat moved, but what followed was a numbness that seemed like despair.

Dozens of people just watched silently.

After a long silence, someone suddenly spoke.

"Let's pack up."

One of the men forced a smile and spoke.

After speaking, several people who were still relatively healthy silently stepped forward and entered the dark and decaying house.

One man held Zhang Shan's body, while another stood on a stool untying the ropes. "Wait, aren't you going to wait for the police?!"

Xu Liang suddenly realized what was happening and was instantly stunned.

These people...didn't they even consider calling the police?!

"police?"

The crowd paused briefly, a complex expression appearing on their faces, but they did not stop what they were doing.

"clatter!"

The rope was untied, and the body fell into his arms.

Several people worked together to carry the body outside and finally covered it with a white sheet.

"Go and pack your things."

The leading man spoke again.

The others silently went inside and began to pack up the deceased's belongings.

This scene.
It looks kind of eerie!

"Smoke one?"

The man in the lead looked at Xu Liang and pulled out a cigarette as a gesture.

His expressionless face twitched as if he were trying to force a smile, but his lips moved for a long time without him managing to smile.

Xu Liang took the cigarette offered by the other party, but did not rush to smoke it.

He frowned, then suddenly asked a question, saying:
"corpse."

Unexpectedly, before Xu Liang could finish speaking, the man in front of him interrupted him.

"My name is Liu Jinshui, and I am the deputy director of Rundong Knitting Factory," Liu Jinshui said.

Xu Liang paused, then changed the subject: "Xu Liang, a lawyer at the 'Liangxin Law Firm' in Qingshi City, received a call from Mr. Zhang at eight o'clock yesterday morning, agreeing to come see me today."

lawyer?

Liu Jinshui paused for a moment, then a sigh and a bitter smile appeared on his face.

"Old Zhang hasn't given up yet."

Liu Jinshui sighed.

Before Xu Liang could ask a question, he suddenly spoke up:

“Attorney Xu, you’ve seen the person yourself. There’s no way to save him.”

"It's probably impossible to do the commissioned work now. I'll trouble you to make the trip. I'll see if I can find someone to help me out and reimburse your travel expenses."

go back?

The four of them flew here, and went back without doing anything?
That's quite a pathetic way to leave.
"Mr. Liu, Zhang Shan may have died from murder."

Xu Liang spoke, testing the other party's attitude.

Anyone who hears that someone close to them has been murdered will most likely feel shocked and angry.

but.
"Mm." Liu Jinshui nodded.

A very indifferent attitude.

He then took a drag of his cigarette, watching the people silently handling the belongings, his eyes gradually becoming unfocused, as if lost in memories.

Suddenly, he gave a self-deprecating laugh.

“Attorney Xu, you must have noticed by now that the people in our factory aren’t quite normal.”

After saying that, he continued speaking before Xu Liang could even open his mouth.

"Our factory, well, it shouldn't be called a factory."

"About ten years ago, probably in the late 1980s, Lao Zhang and I were traveling around, running a circus."

"But running a circus is expensive, and since Lao Zhang and I are physically disabled and can't train animals, our circus isn't a regular circus; it's more of a self-deprecating way of making a living."

That is.
A freak show?

Xu Liang paused, then turned to look at the man who only had his upper body.

This is a rather bizarre category in circuses, which can be understood as replacing the animals that should be displayed with deformed people.

Make money by satisfying ordinary people's curiosity and attracting attention.

This thing was very popular in the West in the last century!

But in the country
"Better than begging."

Liu Jinshui began to speak, but paused, then gave a self-deprecating laugh, "But it's not much better."

"Later, the domestic police began to crack down on circuses like ours, and we were forced to disband, so we had to beg for food for a while."

"Until one day, Old Zhang stole a pile of materials from somewhere and invited me and others to weave brooms together."

"I couldn't stand his noise all day, so I tried sitting down for a while."

"Unexpectedly, this trial led to the establishment of Rundong Knitting Factory."

In rural areas, brooms are made from various grain stalks.

Take a bundle of sorghum stalks and weave it into a broom with wire.

Or it can be woven into a dishwashing tool, which has virtually no drawbacks except for its tendency to shed and prick the hands.

But back then, there weren't many factories making these things, especially in a heavy industrial city like Zhengyang!
As a result, they easily monopolized the market.

Even so, due to the low prices and low profits, they can barely make ends meet.

But a full meal is enough.
until
"Someone wants to buy the factory."

Liu Jinshui took a deep breath, smoked a cigarette, and sighed as he fell into reminiscence once again.

"Someone wants to buy the factory; they've estimated its price."

"They offered a price of several hundred thousand, and their attitude was very firm."

Old Zhang refused.

One wants to buy, the other won't sell.

In a typical urban area, buyers might give up, but
This is Zhengyang City!

"That's when forced buying and selling occurred."

(End of this chapter)