Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

"Lin Sir!"

"Weizai? What's the situation?"

"Lin Sir, this is Cheng Ruohui's death report, you can take a look!"

"Cheng Ruohui?"

Lin Sir came to Weizai's side, sat on the table casually, took the report, and asked curiously:

"Isn't it the one who got a speeding accident? When did the car accident fall into the jurisdiction of our serious crime team?"

When Weizai heard their boss' words, she shook her head seriously and explained:

“No!

According to Cheng Ruohui's family, because of her poor driving skills, Cheng Ruohui is most afraid of driving fast cars on weekdays. Even on the road where no one dares to drive more than fifty.

They do not agree with the conclusion of their deaths in the speeding accident.”

Lin Sir laughed absurdly when he heard his friend's words.

"They don't agree, so let's find a forensic autopsy?

What's wrong with finding our place?

Is this your horse? Or are you very idle?

Have you found out about the previous drug transport case?

Have you finished writing Wang Zhiheng’s closing report?

I can’t finish my own business, and I still have time to worry about others!”

Lin Sir said, holding the report and knocking Weizai on the shoulder, one by one, let alone, it was quite addictive.

"Hey~ I said you're enough! Don't touch me!

What you are holding is the forensic doctor's autopsy report. The results show that Cheng Ruohui's death was suffocation, which means that she had died before the car accident!

Because there was something strange about this person's death, he transferred the case to us!"

Hearing Weizai's words, Lin Sir paused, picked up the report, frowned and read it carefully.

"Are you sure? Could it be that the forensic doctor made a mistake? You can go to the forensic doctor to confirm it."

Hearing Lin Sir's words, Weizai was helpless, lit a cigarette, took a sip, shook her head and said:

"You still need to remind me?

I've asked three times, and I have confirmed three times. The forensic doctor scolded me before! I've ignored me now!"

Hearing Weizai's words, Lin Sir frowned and remained silent for a moment, and said seriously:

"If you ignore you, just look for it! Confirm again!"

Hearing the boss's words, Weizai speechlessly put out the cigarette and looked at Lin Sir with a reluctance.

"You still look for it? You don't know, the female forensic doctors there are so nasty!"

Lin Sir shook his head when he heard this and said in a deep voice:

"You must listen to it even if you hear it badly. You can confirm the cause of death and I will investigate her social relations. This case is probably a big deal!"

When Weizai heard the boss's words, he was a little confused.

Here are the serious case teams. They cannot be said to have death cases every day, but there are always a few every few days. Why is this case so special?

As if seeing the guy's doubts, Lin Sir did not hide it, stood up and explained:

"Do you still remember Wang Zhiheng who killed someone and made char siu buns before?"

Weizai, who was unknown, nodded. He still remembered this case freshly. Now he felt nauseous when he saw char siu. It was all caused by this pervert.

Some of the guys who had eaten buns in his shop also suffered from anorexia and still stayed in the hospital and did not come out.

Seeing Weizai nodding, Lin Sir continued:

"This Cheng Ruohui is Wang Zhiheng's defense lawyer!"

"What!?"

Hearing Lin Sir's words, Weizai stood up in shock.

You know, a few days ago, Wang Zhiheng, who was imprisoned with them, suddenly committed suicide, and the cause of death was also suffocation.

If the department hadn’t just installed surveillance cameras, the people in their police station would not be able to explain clearly even if they had a mouth!

These two days he was still worried about how to write Wang Zhiheng’s closing report!

"How could it be such a coincidence?"

Hearing Weizai's words, Lin Sir took a deep breath and said slowly:

"Oh~ I hope it's a coincidence, too..."

......

"My heart is in my heart, and when I am heartbroken, I feel wronged and have a month to know! It is not easy to separate when we meet, but we are all regretful now! I don't know if the phoenix is ​​happy to compete with its wings that day, and if the butterfly is carrying it..."

On the ferry, Wang Xuebin looked at the "Daolin Miscellaneous Methods" with relish, and Uncle Jiu was holding a package, sitting there frowning and contemplating, not knowing what he was thinking.

Only A Lian, who was bored, was playing with the wooden sign given by Wang Xuebin in her hand, raised one foot on the chair, humming the tune of Cantonese opera, and waving herself to entertain herself.

When Wang Xuebin, who was reading the book, he couldn't stand it anymore. He turned to look at A Lian with an excited face and asked softly:

"A Lian, what are you singing?"

This tune is quite weird. I didn't realize anything at first, but the more I listened, the more I felt cunning.

The most important thing is that Wang Xuebin is very familiar with this tune. If he remembers correctly, this Cantonese opera tune is the famous shadow of childhood - a famous childhood that Aunt Mei once sang.

"This? I don't know. This is what Uncle Li from the village sings it to me!"

A Lian likes to prolong her voice and has a little bit of mouth-witness, but with her youthful and beautiful appearance, it is not annoying at all.

"Oh? Is it Li Qiang who used to live in the village?"

A Lian's words attracted Uncle Jiu's attention. He first kicked A Lian's foot on the stool, then glared at her, and then said in a deep voice:

"Didn't I tell you, stay away from him, when did you learn Cantonese opera from him?"

A Lian was kicked by Uncle Jiu, but she didn't care. Instead, she squeezed to Uncle Jiu, held his arm and acted coquettishly:

"I don't have it! But Uncle Li has no wife or son. I feel pitiful to him. Uncle and A Lian, Uncle Li has no one, and he only goes to visit him occasionally!"

Hearing A Lian's coquettish words, Uncle Jiu glared at him again and said in a deep voice:

"I've said that Li Qiang is surrounded by yin energy, and there must be evil things in his home. Do you want to see a ghost?"

Hearing Uncle Jiu’s scolding, A Lian shook Uncle Jiu’s arm aggrievedly.

"Uncle Li is lonely and pitiful. When he sees him, he thinks of Uncle. If Uncle is old, he will be equally pitiful without A Lian by his side!"

Uncle Jiu was very moved when he heard A Lian's words, but no matter how moved he was, he still had to say it.

"You girl always feel right. I tell you that if you don't see the power of yours, you just don't have a memory. Let me see, when will you let you see the power of ghosts and make you not have a memory!"

Hearing this, A Lian knew that Uncle Jiu had calmed down and immediately showed two shallow dimples, and smiled and said coquettishly:

"A Lian is not afraid, A Lian has uncle!"

Listening to the conversation between the two, Wang Xuebin kept watching with a smile, but in his heart, he was indeed not so relaxed.

Li Qiang, who has no wife or children, is old and can sing Cantonese opera.

This is clearly Xiaoqiang, the beautiful aunt in the old corpse in the mountain village, loves the most!

I didn't expect that this could be related.

"A Lian, is that Uncle Li not living on the island now?"

Upon hearing this, A Lian shook her head and said in a low voice:

"Four years ago, Uncle Li fell seriously ill and moved out afterwards and never came back!"

Hearing this, Wang Xuebin frowned slightly and continued to ask:

"Do you know where he went?"

Upon hearing this, A Lian shook her head again.

"A Lian didn't know either. Uncle Li seemed to be going to find his relatives, and he seemed to be a man named Mei Aunt!"

Wang Xuebin was shocked when he heard this, his eyes were condensed, and he was silent for a long time before he said slowly:

"A Lian, let's sing some other songs next time. This song doesn't sound auspicious, so it's better to be more taboo!"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, A Lian nodded in ignorance. Uncle Jiu seemed to notice something, and looked at Wang Xuebin deeply without saying anything.

The ferry set sail and gradually left the remote fishing village. The sea was misty in the early morning, and the ferry, which only carried three people, slowly but firmly walked towards the fog.