radicalducati Chapter 43 There's still one pot left; who can sign here to get the stamp?
Chapter 43 There's still one pot left; who can sign here to get the stamp?
"Buzzing—buzzing—"
Ye Yongzhao's phone rang; it was the police officer at the hospital who was watching over Liu Dalao.
He pressed the button to connect and spoke into the speakerphone: "I got the information. Liu Dalao admitted that twenty years ago, his neighbor's son, Xiao Fan, came to his house to play. The two had a conflict, and he accidentally killed the boy during the argument. In order to dispose of the body, he dismembered and ate the boy."
Ye Yongzhao nodded in agreement, "Zheng Dayou may have approached him for this reason, but Liu Dalao may not have killed him accidentally; it might have been premeditated."
Why would someone commit a crime of passion want to dispose of a body in this way? There was no panic; the disposal was carried out in an orderly manner.
"What happened to the victim's bones? How did he dispose of them?"
The person on the other end of the phone said, "He said he buried the bones under his toilet."
Twenty years ago, the toilets in the village were all dry toilets, made by digging a pit and piling up a few bricks.
"Captain Ye, I just checked some of Liu Da Lao's social media accounts online." A Yi pulled up a few screenshots. "He joined many discussion groups related to Zheng Da You, and asked and discussed things like how to buy his remains and ashes."
"There are chat logs here showing that a month ago, Liu Dalao bought Zheng Dayou's remains from Gangcheng at a high price and performed rituals to enshrine them at home..." Ayi paused and then complained, "It's really insane. Now the enshrinement has actually produced real remains, and several people have died. It's really a psychopath."
"Team Leader Ye," Liang Youwei messaged simultaneously, "the forensic team has released a new test report."
"The meat in the plastic bag was found to contain the DNA of two people. In addition to the victim from the first case, there was also skin tissue from another person. After comparing it with the genes of Xiao Fan's parents, it was confirmed that it belonged to Xiao Fan, whom he killed twenty years ago."
Ye Yongzhao leaned back in his chair and sighed deeply, "The victims from twenty years ago..."
No one knows how the DNA remains of a victim from twenty years ago were preserved to this day, or whether they are in the body of another victim.
Liang Youwei looked at Xiao Fan's photo in the missing persons file, pondered for a moment, then took another victim's photo and a bag of biscuits and walked up to Ruan Zhijuan. He tore open the biscuit packaging and handed it to her, saying, "These are delicious, nutritious breakfast biscuits."
As for why it's a nutritious breakfast biscuit, it's probably because Liang Youwei inexplicably felt that someone like Zhou Gangxun wouldn't allow his wife to eat junk food, even though Ruan Zhijuan herself might have already secretly eaten a lot.
Liang Youwei carefully hid the trash can full of snack bags, helping to cover up the evidence, and asked, "Why did you say there was half a man in his stomach? Are you... able to see it?"
"Did you just see this person, or this person?"
He placed the two photos uncertainly in front of Ruan Zhijuan.
Ruan Zhijuan bit the plastic spoon of the double-skin milk pudding, looked at the two photos, stacked them together and put them aside, "That's how it is."
"Like this? What does that mean...?"
Looking at the two photos stacked together, Liang Youwei suddenly thought of something, held them up to the ceiling light, and as the light shone through the two photos, the facial features began to overlap, distorting into one in a dizzying way.
It turns out... it was two people who merged together, like their DNA...
Or rather... like those bits of meat.
Ruan Zhijuan munched on her breakfast pancake, poking at the somewhat excited Liang Youwei beside her, "Officer, how much money do I have? Isn't there a reward for reporting and helping to catch criminals?"
Liang Youwei: "..." Ah, police officer, ha, ha, police officer, police officer.
The bounty... well, although the whole process was almost entirely wrong, and she almost got her own husband arrested, by sheer luck, the final answer was correct, and it was indeed because Ruan Zhijuan and her husband caught the murderer.
Liang Youwei nodded and confirmed, "There's 20,000 yuan. We can collect the money after filling out the form."
Meanwhile, Ah Yi was introducing to Zhou Gangxun the police station's new humanoid miniature pig, Juanjuan.
He raised his chin and pointed in a direction, "Your wife is over there. The doctor has examined her. She has no external injuries. As for her mood... she's eating well. The preliminary estimate is that she drank two bottles of AD calcium, ate two sachima, four jellies, three rice crackers, a bag of small steamed buns, a bag of shrimp chips, five Planet Cups, and two bags of QQ candy."
A-Yi thought for a moment and felt it was necessary to talk to Zhou Gangxun about the house. He tentatively asked, "When you rented that 806 apartment, did you hear anything from the agent or the neighbors, like someone had died there before?"
Zhou Gangxun paused, "How did he die?"
"They really didn't say that..." A-Yi clicked his tongue lightly. Wasn't this agent just trying to harm people? "He died of poisoning."
"Your previous residents were a family of four. On the night of July 7th, the husband and wife poisoned each other, so the amount of poison was not small. When we arrived, the whole house was covered in black blood. The table, the floor, and the corpses were bleeding from all seven orifices."
"But strangely, there were no signs of struggle at the scene. They seemed to be sitting at the table eating as if nothing had happened."
One could even say that they were somewhat harmonious.
"Rat poisoning is usually accompanied by severe abdominal pain, vomiting, and suffocation, and there will inevitably be obvious or violent struggles..." Ah Yi explained to Zhou Gangxun while demonstrating the actions, "like this, the body will arch backward, the limbs will curl up, the hands will strangle the neck, and the skin will scratch."
"There were signs of dragging and crawling inside the house, but none of the four family members were on them; it was too quiet."
A-Yi looked around, moved closer to Zhou Gangxun, and said, "The most problematic thing is that the four bowls of rice placed in front of them had chopsticks stuck upside down in the middle, just like food for the dead..."
As they were talking, Zhou Gangxun suddenly gave a deep "hmm," thus ending what A Yi was about to say.
"Zhou Gangxun, you're here..." Ruan Zhijuan walked over, clutching an Oreo cookie and yawning indistinctly, criticizing, "Why didn't you call me when you came out? I was so sleepy..."
Looking at the chocolate stains and cookie crumbs around Ruan Zhijuan's mouth, Zhou Gangxun thought to himself, "Dirty rat."
He took out a pack of wet wipes from his pocket, pulled out two, grabbed Ruan Zhijuan's cheeks and wiped them for him, "Go back and brush your teeth twice."
"What do I need you for? Weren't you busy attacking the police station?"
Ruan Zhijuan raised her head and stared at Zhou Gangxun's injured brow bone, which was covered by a band-aid. How did Zhou Gangxun find out again? He was going to eat the police station out of house and home and cut off the police station's supplies.
"Huh?" A-Yi looked at the two people who were speaking in riddles, completely confused. "Wh...what do you mean, attack the police station?"
Zhou Gangxun lowered his body slightly, looking down at Ruan Zhijuan, "What are you angry about? Didn't they give you the tip-off fee you've been longing for?"
No. Ruan Zhijuan didn't speak, she just stuffed biscuits into her mouth. Of course, it was because Zhou Gangxun was almost shot dead by them back then. The crime hadn't been confirmed or the sentence hadn't been handed down yet, so how could they shoot him?
He saw that someone's finger was already on the trigger.
Zhou Gangxun will die... His chest and head will have a big hole, and blood will gush out.
It hurts so much.
He's died, he knows it.
However, Ruan Zhijuan found that despite his efforts, the police station was like a bottomless pit. As soon as he finished the snacks on the table, a new batch of snacks would be placed next to him, as if they were afraid that he would not have enough to eat.
They are all good people.
Therefore, Ruan Zhijuan decided to abandon the plan and end the food shortage operation.
The main problem is that he can't eat anymore (￣ё￣).
"Please come over here with me to fill out some information and your bank card number, then you can go back." The policewoman walked over with a form and pen in her hand, and a bag of snacks that she had packed for Ruan Zhijuan.
"Oh, there's another pot. Who can sign here to take it back? But the chicken soup and chicken inside were all eaten by the old man who collects recyclables."
Zhou Gangxun's eyes turned to Ruan Zhijuan, and he sneered through gritted teeth, "Didn't you say it was stolen by rats?"
Ruan Zhijuan glanced away guiltily, "...It's probably a police-rat collaboration." ...ヾ(๑ಡ зಡ๑) Can I lick that pot again...?