Li Zan's slander behind his back was heard. He originally meant it to Jiang Heng, so he responded frankly and generously: "The True Colors Performance is about you." Then he asked, "Why are you still here?"
Jiang Heng: "I want to ask you if you go back for dinner tonight?"
Hearing this, Li Zan compared Jiang Heng's cooking skills with takeout, and there was no doubt that the balance in his heart favored Jiang Heng's cooking skills.
He said: "Eat." The focus is on 'eating' rather than 'returning'.
I have to work overtime at night, but the apartment Li Zan lives in is very close to the branch office. There is a big park in the middle, but it can be reached in a few minutes' walk.
Jiang Heng: "What do you want to eat?"
Li Zan: "Braised eggplant, tofu and crucian carp soup, stir-fried lettuce and braised pork."
"I don't like eggplants. It's too troublesome to make tofu and crucian carp soup. I don't want to eat braised pork tonight. But stir-fried lettuce is enough, but I won't necessarily buy it, let alone if it's cut into shreds."
Li Zan raised his eyebrows: "Then you still ask?"
Jiang Heng: "How do I know you actually ordered from the menu?"
Li Zan was not angry at all. He was tolerant and even a little doting: "It's up to you. Feel free to use it." He could accept onions, ginger and garlic, just pick them out. "It's understandable for a talented chef to have a little temper."
Jiang Heng was originally wondering why Li Zan suddenly became so gentle, so gentle that he was a bit charming, but then he heard this complement.
...In Li Zan's heart, he is a higher-ranking cook than a takeaway cook.
Li Zan urged him to get out quickly: "Don't stay in the police station if you have nothing to do."
Jiang Heng was driven away like a yellow-faced man who was washing his hands and making soup. He passed by the big gold chain brother who was hiding behind the police comrades and trying to reduce his huge figure. He smiled in a friendly manner, but in the end he was so frightened that people rolled their eyes.
Seeing that the person was gone, Li Zan pointed at Brother Da Jin Lian: "Get rid of him first."
The police comrade next to him said: "What a coincidence, I happened to be here to take him over for interrogation."
Li Zan responded and went to Bureau Tong's office with Lao Zeng to talk about something.
The female police officer who passed them just now registered some records and walked back. On the way, she met Chen Jie and asked for a companion. She said casually as if chatting: "Who is the man who lives with our Captain Li? I have never seen him before. "
Living together? Male?
The lightbulb above Chen Jie's head flashed with a ding. She asked, "Are you the one who is tall, handsome, and has deep facial features that look a bit like a foreign mixed race? He wears formal clothes and is elegant, and his skin is so white that you can see his blood vessels?"
The policewoman walked up the steps and turned around, nodding: "It's him. Do you know him?"
Chen Jie showed a sly smile, "We have met a few times and we are a little familiar. He and Captain Li..." The word 'living together' flashed across the screen in her mind. She couldn't help but shook her head and laughed, and put her right hand on her face. Dian said foolishly: "They are friends. Friends with a very close relationship. Everything is friendship, brilliant, touching... friendship."
Policewoman: "It's really nice to see outstanding people standing together." She sighed and said goodbye when she saw the information room: "I'm here."
Chen Jie waved goodbye, walked a few steps, stopped, found her cell phone and posted on her Weibo account: Is it still far from an official announcement of living together?
Autopsy reports, trace examination reports and other information on the two people who fell to death from the teaching building of a university in Guangdong City came out quickly. Li Zan reported to Tong Bureau and held a regular meeting.
Tong Ju, who had nothing to do, also ran over to listen with his ancestral thermos cup and anti-hypertensive tea. He was sitting in the main seat, and Li Zan was sitting next to him.
The multimedia projection screen is turned on, and two names have been written on the whiteboard erected next to it. The silver hooks and iron paintings seem to have an unconcealable energy.
That's Li Zan's calligraphy.
Li Zan: "Wei Ming and Liu Chao are the names of the two deceased persons respectively." He pressed the button of the multimedia remote control pen, and two personal photos appeared on the light screen. "On the left is Wei Ming, a senior in the Department of Chemistry at Yuejiang University.
, has been admitted to graduate school. He is 24 years old, comes from a well-off family, has a high IQ and is good at chemistry. He has a quiet and introverted personality, simple interpersonal communication, and has not had any conflicts with others."
"Wei Ming is from a single-parent family and lives with her mother. She also has a doctor boyfriend who has been with her steadily for more than half a year."
"Liu Chao," Li Zan said, "Liu Chao," the purple light beam of the multimedia remote control pen fell on the photo on the right side of the screen, "39 years old, unemployed, hanging out in the Hangshui Street area. He has a history of drug abuse, loves gambling, and had a wife and son in the past.
But I couldn’t bear the constant debt collection, so I ran away.”
"I was once arrested for drug trafficking and imprisoned for three years. He was released at the end of September last year. In early February, I checked that he spent some money at a spa shop on Hang Shui Street. After checking his account, he received an unidentified account at the end of January.
The transferred money is about 130,000."
"It's a large amount of money, and there's a big problem with the source." Wang Jujuan said: "The transfer account uses a sleep card, so the real transferor cannot be found."
A dormant card is a bank card that is not activated or has not been closed in time after being lost and has not been used for a long time. When used to transfer money, it is usually only used once and cannot be traced again.
Wang Jujuan: "I checked Liu Chao's wife and children by the way, and they moved to Beitian District. Liu Chao's children are in their third year of high school this year, and their grades are pretty good, but college tuition is a problem."
Chen Jie asked: "Why check them?"
Wang Jujuan: "In the past half month, Liu Chao's highest consumption was 4,000, and the total consumption did not exceed 10,000. Assuming 10,000, he still has 121,200 left, which is enough for Liu Chao's children to complete four years of college.
tuition fees and living expenses.”
Ji Chengling typed a few words on his laptop, and then said: "Is it possible that this money was used to buy Wei Ming's life? Suppose someone had a grudge against Wei Ming, so he spent 130,000 to hire Liu Chao to kill Wei Ming.
So when Wei Ming was about to be rescued, he rushed over and pulled Wei Ming down, regardless of the risk of death from falling from the building."
"Liu Chao has never cared about his wife and children before, and suddenly he is working hard for his children's tuition fees... It feels strange to think about it. Especially since he is a drug addict and gambler with a long history of criminal records. It is a shame that he does not gamble away all the money as soon as he gets it.
unusual."
"One situation is that he may know that he is about to die." Li Zan knocked on the table: "Old Zhong, please tell me the autopsy results."
Zhong Xueru took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, then raised his wrist to push up his glasses: "There is nothing to say about the cause of Liu Chao's death. He just fell to death. However, he suffered from advanced gastric cancer. I think this is the reason why he is not afraid of death. Also
——”
"Liu Chao's blood test result was positive, indicating that he overdosed on drugs before his death. Trace inspection found a syringe and a small amount of retained drugs at the scene, and chemical analysis revealed the ingredients of the drugs." Zhong Xueru clicked one after another.
Open the picture and name of drug ingredients: "The main ingredient is dihydrodeoxymorphine, which has an analgesic effect 8-10 times higher than morphine. It is extremely addictive."
Chen Jie: "Is it heroin?"
Ji Chengling: "I remember that the main component of heroin is diacetylmorphine."
Li Zan: "It is a substitute for heroin with similar activity. It was popular around the world 12 years ago because it is easy to make, easy to extract and very cheap. The market price is a hundred times lower than heroin, and many people buy it.
Addicts who can't afford heroin will choose it."
"Twelve years ago?" Chen Jie asked: "Since the price/performance ratio is so high, why are there no common drugs on the market like this? What is this kind of drug called?"
Li Zan: "Cheap, highly active but more addictive, and the retention time after injection is very short. Heroin can last for 7-9 hours, while this drug can only last for one and a half hours. In contrast, heroin can last for 7-9 hours.
What comes with it is an increased desire and the need to continuously inject large amounts of the drug to curb addiction, along with horrific side effects.”
"What side effects?"
"Look." The remote control pen in Li Zan's hand pointed at the multimedia light screen.
Zhong Xueru put up the photos in tacit cooperation, and eight to nine color pictures were shockingly placed on it.
Chen Jie and others who looked down at them screamed: "Holy shit! Is this a human?", "The skin and flesh are all rotten?!", "I saw bones and fat...fuck!", "It's definitely not nuclear radiation or something.
Infected by a virus?"
...It's really creepy.
The people in the pictures are all bloody. They are not skinny or old and sluggish, but their skin and flesh are rotten and white bones can be seen. The arms, fingers, and thighs are either so rotten that you can see bright red muscle tissue, or they are just white bones.
At this time, they were all still alive, suffering from rapid body decay and suffering from drug addiction.
"Due to a large amount of smoking, the body decomposes quickly, and the smoker basically dies within two or three years." Li Zan played with the remote control pen flexibly with his fingers, and said thoughtfully: "The skin of the person who continues to smoke will become more and more like crocodile skin.
, so this drug is named--"
"Crocodile!"
..
Chunbu Lao Community.
Li Zan Apartment.
Jiang Heng changed his spare phone and sent a text message: Check all the information on the deceased who fell from the building at Yuejiang University and the drug-related network in Yuejiang City.
After sending it, he deleted the text message.
Sitting on the carpet with my back against the sofa, I thought about the surveillance video and the girl who fell from the building, interspersed with another dark video from time to time.
In the cold gray video, a skinny girl crawled on the ground. She picked up a thin syringe dropped on the cement floor and inserted it into her blood vessel with trembling. The liquid slowly pushed forward and was injected into the thin body, feeling like a child in the excitement and pleasure.
Howling like a beast.
The two images of the scream of the girl who fell from the building and the girl howling in pain and wanting to die during a drug attack flashed back and forth in my mind, just like the black and white TV in the past that jumped and flickered from time to time due to poor signal.
The screen is shaking and sometimes upside down.
Suddenly it was the sudden spurt of flesh and blood when it hit the ground, then it was the ground flowing into a river of blood, and finally it was suddenly frozen in the scene of sharpened chopsticks being inserted into the throat.
"——"
Jiang Heng pressed his tingling temples, climbed onto the sofa and turned over to sleep. Turning around, he found that he was resting on Li Zan's coat. He took it out and draped it over the back of the sofa. When he looked up, he saw the photos in the glass cabinet opposite.
There were no photos yesterday.
Li Zan put it in this morning?
Jiang Heng looked at the photo with great interest.
In the photo is a younger Li Zan. He is wearing a light blue police uniform shirt and navy blue trousers. He is not wearing a hat but is holding it somewhat immodestly between his two fingers. He has a tall and thin figure and long legs.
Let the slim-fitting police uniform stand out perfectly.
He was lazily leaning against a large irregular stone, with a shaved head and three-dimensional facial features. He seemed to have heard an acquaintance calling him, so he looked sideways and realized that he was in the camera.
He didn't like taking pictures, so he frowned slightly and looked impatiently but didn't look away.
This is Li Zan when he just graduated. He is so confident and proud that he doesn't even bother to hide his edge.
Jiang Heng took a photo of Li Zan and saved it on his mobile phone. After taking a second photo, he found that the person in the photo still looked good.
When he turned sideways, he caught a glimpse of an old man's sweatshirt hanging on the balcony, fluttering in the wind. Jiang Heng lowered his head to look at Li Zan in the photo, and suddenly couldn't accept it: "How can the change be so big? In the past, the green onions were tender and the cabbage was carved from jade..."
Now I live like an old man all day long, either lying down or paralyzed. I also go to the park every morning to fight for stalls with old men and women.
Are the years really so cruel?
..
Beitian District Branch.
Liao Huaiyi received a call from a comrade from the police station below: "There is news! The family members of the deceased in the Luogangshan charred corpse case are here to report the case!!"
"Are you sure it's a family member of the deceased?" Liao Huaiyi stood up with a 'pop' sound, and his chair slid back due to the momentum, attracting the attention of other criminal police comrades next to him. "Have you identified the craniofacial reconstruction diagram of the deceased for her? She recognized it! Okay,
I’ll go over right away.”
After hanging up the phone, Liao Huaiyi and others said: "The family members of the deceased have appeared."
The criminal police officers who were at a loss to solve the case felt that the dark clouds above their heads had dispersed after hearing this. They came over and said: "Then the identity of the deceased can be determined, and the case has finally made progress."
Liao Huaiyi asked: "Is there any clue about the Bentley that passed the Luogangshan Expressway in the early morning of January 15?"
A comrade from the criminal police came in just in time. When he heard the question, he replied: "No. The news just came that the Bentley is a fake car, and the original owner of the license plate number has been eliminated as a suspect."
Liao Huaiyi was stunned: "If I remember correctly, that car is a limited edition luxury car. The price is several million, why do you still use a deck?"
There are two reasons why vehicles use decks, one is tax avoidance and the other is crime.
A limited-edition luxury car worth several million can be bought with a lot of money and it will not avoid so much tax, unless it is a crime itself. And the only possibility of committing a crime with a luxury car is smuggling.
It was a luxury car smuggled back from abroad.
Liao Huaiyi: "Continue to investigate. Wasn't there a big smuggling case at the seaport some time ago? Contact them in Mingwan District and ask if there is any car smuggling. We also need to ask about smuggling from Hong Kong to Yuejiang City. These are now
Just go and do it.”
The two most common checkpoints for smuggling in Guangzhou are Vietnam to Guangxi and Hong Kong Customs. Guangdong City serves as a transfer station to receive smuggled goods and then distribute them to all parts of the country.
Liao Huaiyi said to a policewoman who was good at handling the emotions of the deceased's family: "Come with me to meet the deceased's family."
Policewoman: "Okay."
The criminal police from the branch rushed over immediately after receiving the call from the street police station. Two police cars silently entered the parking lot of Rongjing Community. A team of criminal police, forensic doctors and trace inspection personnel quickly went upstairs to investigate. The residence of the deceased was surrounded by yellow warning tape.
The stairs above were blocked by onlookers, and the police had interviewed them individually and left transcripts.
In the house, trace inspection, photography and evidence collection were all done in an orderly manner. A mother and son with dull expressions stood next to the fish tank in the living room. They huddled in the corner of the huge house, their heads lowered and silent.
He did not make a fuss to hinder the criminal police from handling the case, nor did he cry and cry in disbelief that his loved ones were dead, but he was not indifferent either.
Their expressions were a little numb and dazed, like leaves blown into the air by the wind, fluttering and falling.
Liao Huaiyi walked over and asked: "Hello, I am Liao Huaiyi, captain of the Criminal Investigation Brigade of Beitian District Bureau."
The woman looked up, her hair was gray, her forehead was covered with wrinkles, her eyes were small but bright, and she was unexpectedly sharp when examining Liao Huaiyi.
But after just a few seconds of watching, she quickly lowered her eyelids and did not dare to look directly at the policeman. She panicked and picked at the gaps between her nails and said, "My name is Cai Xiuying, and I am Guan Yin's mother."
Liao Huaiyi had to listen carefully to understand Cai Xiuying's non-standard Mandarin. He asked: "Guan Yin is your daughter? Don't be nervous, we will ask you some questions. Just answer it cooperatively."
Cai Xiuying nodded repeatedly, paused for a while and then asked in a low voice: "Comrade police, um...can the murderer be caught?"
Hearing this, Liao Huaiyi frowned: "We still have to wait for blood samples to be collected and tested to confirm the identity of your daughter and the deceased. But no matter what the result is, we promise to find the real culprit! If the case is not solved, the case will not be closed."
Cai Xiuying responded slowly, stunned, and her reaction was so strange that she didn't look like a mother who had lost her daughter.
At Liao Huaiyi's signal, the policewoman stepped forward to gently comfort Cai Xiuying, who was always worried and numb. After a long time, when the policewoman thought that Cai Xiuying had closed her mouth and did not intend to speak again, she suddenly heard a sentence with a strong dialect.
talk.
"I am Guan Yin's mother, and I know she is gone."
The policewoman was stunned.
..
Dongcheng District Branch.
Criminal Investigation Office.
Zhong Xueru: "Please pay attention to something very important. This is not the low-quality drug with strong toxicity that was extracted through rough purification methods that was popular 12 years ago. It is continuously purified in the laboratory, and its purity is so high that it can be compared with
It is a drug of even higher purity than heroin No. 4."
"Hasn't it appeared on the market?" Li Zan asked.
"Yes." Zhong Xueru: "This is a new type of drug that looks like a crocodile. I call it the second generation crocodile."
There was an uproar, and everyone whispered and talked.
Bureau Tong drank the last sip of anti-hypertensive tea from the thermos cup, stood up and said: "Notify the Xinzhou Anti-drug Detachment."
Upon hearing this, Li Zan put down the remote control pen in his hand and asked directly: "You mean to transfer the case? I don't agree."
Director Tong glanced at him with an expression on his face that said, "I have nothing to say, this guy is really annoying." He picked up the thermos cup and walked away and said, "Continue to investigate the murder case. Any anti-narcotics work must be handed over to the anti-drug detachment."
Li Zan smiled, and made a casual gesture between his eyebrows with his palm like a knife: "Okay, no problem. I promise to cooperate with the work."
He also bowed and urged: "Why are you standing there in a daze? I would like to send you off to Tong Bureau."
Everyone: "..."
Captain Li is really mean when he is mean sometimes.
The author has something to say: Crocodiles are real and were first popular in Russia.
The manufacturing method is very simple and you can extract it at home. Because the extraction is rough and the purity is not high, the side effects are terrible.
If you are brave, you can search for pictures.
ps: The second generation crocodile is fictional, so no spoilers will be given for the reason of fiction.
This chapter has been completed!