After Xiangzi heard what Uncle Wang asked, he stared at him with admiration. He didn't expect that an old man with an ordinary appearance could actually see the essence of the matter from the superficial and sensational reports in the media.
"Uncle Wang, do you also see that Brother Gen was framed?" Xiangzi sighed and said, "Yes, Brother Gen took part of the shares of Nanhai Pharmaceutical Li Gan and offended the powerful Vice Mayor Ren!"
When Uncle Wang heard that it was Vice Mayor Ren, he seemed to be frightened. His eye that was not blind glowed with a strange light, and he murmured to himself: "So Liu Gen provoked Ren Xiaoyao. This is a man."
He’s someone you can’t mess with!”
Xiangzi didn't want to say too much to Uncle Wang, so he changed the topic to the purpose of his coming here: "Uncle Wang, I want to borrow your morgue."
Uncle Wang recovered from his daze and asked confusedly: "Borrow the morgue...Xiangzi, what do you mean?"
"Haha... I made an appointment to meet with someone tonight, and the place is set to be in your morgue. They will arrive in a while. I will go and open the morgue myself, so I won't bother you, Uncle Wang." Xiangzi
He looked at the bunch of keys behind the door and said.
"Make an appointment to meet at the morgue... Hehe... It's quite new. I've been working here for so long, and this is the first time I've encountered this kind of thing." Uncle Wang shook his head, raised his head, took another sip of wine, and smacked his lips.
, wiped the corners of his mouth with his hand, and said: "Since you think the morgue is a good place for a date, then feel free to use it, but you can invite the little girl here, hehe..."
Xiangzi looked at the time on his phone and saw that it was still early at two o'clock, so he closed his eyes and said, "Uncle Wang, I'm going to take a nap for a while. If you're sleepy, just go to bed and don't worry about me."
Uncle Wang pulled off a blanket from the bed and threw it to Xiangzi: "Cover it, don't catch a cold."
Xiangzi thought to himself: This old guy is surprisingly caring about people.
"Thank you." Xiangzi thanked him, covered his body with a blanket, and lay down comfortably on the rocking chair.
"Xiangzi, you just said that Liu Gen offended Ren Xiaoyao about some equity in Nanhai Pharmaceutical. What happened?" Uncle Wang turned off the TV, sat on the bed, pulled off the quilt, and asked before lying in bed.
"Oh... this matter, it's a long story!" Xiangzi didn't want to chat with the old man guarding the corpse at all. He had no intention of chatting with the old man since he last saw Uncle Wang doing that to Li Jiahe's dead wife.
What a good feeling.
"I admire this kid Liu Gen very much. I heard Liu Jun tell me some things about Liu Gen. I wonder if you still remember that time when Liu Gen and your dead man went to the morgue, he was sweating profusely.
His face turned pale, because of drug addiction..." Uncle Wang lay down on the bed, turned off the light, and the room suddenly became dark.
Xiangzi was about to fall asleep, so he responded casually: "Of course I remember...that time, it was Uncle Wang who said Brother Gen was a drug addict..."
"Liu Jun told me that it was Li Gan's son Li Tianyi who had tampered with the medicine Liu Gen took." Uncle Wang said without sleepiness: "Do you know what I thought when I saw Liu Gen's look?
"
"What do you think..." Xiangzi's voice sounded weak.
"I thought that kid Liu Gen was so useless. It is not something that ordinary people can do to get rid of drug addiction. But this kid Liu Gen is obviously not ordinary people. He actually got rid of drug addiction in a short period of time.
For a person who can quit drug addiction, what else in this world can be hard for him!" Uncle Wang sighed: "I never show off my pride in front of a bad old man like me, do you know? Xiangzi,
To this day, Liu Gen still often carries corpses with Liu Jun. Although he comes less often, he still insists on doing this job. Liu Jun said that Liu Gen does not do it for money. He is no longer short of money. He is really a good guy.
ah……"
Xiangzi could no longer hear the kind words Uncle Wang said later.
At two o'clock, Yang Guanghui and Yan Yu, together with the captain responsible for witness safety, drove the tramp who identified Liu Gen to the back door of the affiliated hospital. This was the closest to the morgue, and the street had no street lights and was dark.
Yes, pedestrians generally do not use this road at night, and taxis will not pass by here. No pedestrians means no business, so Xiangzi made an appointment with Yang Guanghui in advance to pick up people here.
Xiangzi was awakened by the ringing of his cell phone: "Are you here...Okay, I'll come out to pick you up...No, it's best for me to do this, and I can't bring you any trouble..." Xiangzi said, stood up, and walked away
After arriving at the door, he picked up a bunch of keys hanging there, opened the door and walked out.
Uncle Wang didn't sleep. When Xiangzi left, he got up. After putting on his clothes and shoes, he put on a military coat and quietly went out.
Xiangzi walked quickly toward the back door of the hospital without paying attention to Uncle Wang who was following behind.
"Where is he?" Xiangzi didn't even call Yang Guanghui's name after seeing him.
"In the car." Yang Guanghui pointed to a van parked under a tree on the roadside and said.
Xiangzi was about to walk over, but Yang Guanghui grabbed him: "Can you do it alone?"
"Don't worry, it's a matter of Brother Gen's life or death. I have a way to get this bastard to tell who instigated him to say that." Xiangzi nodded and answered seriously.
"Well, you have half an hour. If you can't ask anything useful within this half hour, you must bring him back, because at four o'clock, there is another police officer on duty, and he must be there.
Before the shift ends, take the person back. Don't talk for a while." Yang Guanghui said, took a step forward, opened the car door, nodded to the policeman sitting next to the hooded man, and grabbed the hooded man.
Man, drag him out of the car.
Xiangzi saw Yan Yu sitting in the cab and said nothing. He took the handcuff key from Yang Guanghui, grabbed the hooded man's arm, and walked quickly towards the hospital.
Uncle Wang hid behind a corner to the left of the back door and waited quietly. After a while, he saw Xiangzi dragging a man with a black cloth on his head. He was even more surprised. He wanted to find out what was going on, so he continued to follow Xiangzi quietly.
Behind the scenes, go to the morgue.
It took Xiangzi some time to find the key that opened the morgue door from the bunch of keys.
It was cold and cold inside. Xiangzi only turned on one set of lights, deliberately making the light less bright, then closed the door of the morgue, and then pulled off the man's black cloth hood.
After the hood was removed, a bald, middle-aged man with rosacea was revealed. His mouth was gagged and he looked at Xiangzi with a pair of frightened eyes.
"Isn't it strange that you are in my hand?" Xiangzi asked, tearing off the cloth from the man's mouth.
"Help...Help..." This guy shouted desperately as soon as the cloth was removed, and ran towards the door of the morgue.
Xiangzi didn't stop him. He followed him and said with a smile: "You shouted until your throat was broken and you didn't reply until someone heard you. Do you know why?"
The man's hands were facing back and he was handcuffed. When Xiangzi said this, he turned around, glanced at the room, and asked in horror: "What is this place? What do you want to do?"
"Have you seen those iron cabinets?" Xiangzi pointed to the cabinets used to refrigerate corpses and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to have a look." He grabbed the man's arm and dragged him to a cabinet with a sign.
Before, he knew that only those with number plates had corpses inside. He pulled out the iron cabinet with a clatter like pulling out a drawer, grabbed the back of the man's neck, and pushed his head towards the dead body inside: "
Do you see clearly?"
"Oh my god..." The man's face was almost pressed against the face of the dead body in the iron cabinet by Xiangzi. He was so frightened that he quickly closed his eyes and wet his pants with urine.
Xiangzi glanced at the two legs dripping with urine and knew what he was doing.
"If you don't tell the truth, I will let you sleep with the dead body in the closet!" Xiangzi let go of his hand, and the man sat limply on the ground.
"What...what do you...want to do...I am...a witness protected by the public security..."
"Your life is now in my hands, and no one can protect you! You'd better answer all the questions I ask honestly, otherwise, you won't have a chance to get out of here." Xiangzi said coldly: "What's your name?"
Xiangzi asked and at the same time turned on the tape recorder in his pocket to record.
"Yuan... Wencai..."
"Who gave you money to frame Brother Gen... framed Liu Gen?" Xiangzi asked with a glare.
"I..." Yuan Wencai's eyes were so frightened that he did not dare to look into Xiangzi's eyes: "No one gave me money..."
Xiangzi grabbed Yuan Wencai's neck and slowly lifted him up: "It seems that you don't want to say it! Well, I'll let you sleep here with the dead body forever. Someone will find your body tomorrow.
!" Xiangzi said, pressing Yuan Wencai's body backward toward the cabinet where the dead body lay.
Yuan Wencai was out of breath. He seemed to feel the fear of death. His hands were handcuffed behind his back. He couldn't resist at all. He said hesitantly: "I...I...said..."
Xiangzi slightly relaxed his grip on Yuan Wencai's neck and asked, "Who gave you the money?"
"A... woman... a very beautiful... woman..." Yuan Wencai stammered in reply.
"What's your name?" Xiangzi asked.
"She... didn't say... I don't know..." Yuan Wencai's eyes seemed to bulge out, his face was so red that he was suppressing it, and his rosacea looked as funny as a circus clown wearing a red nose muff.
"How much did I give you?" Xiangzi saw that Yuan Wencai was not lying.
"Promise...give me 20,000...give me 10,000 first...the rest..." Yuan Wencai answered.
"Did that woman give you the money personally?" Xiangzi asked again.
"Yes... when she handed me the money... she told me in detail what she wanted to tell the police... and how to identify Liu Gen's appearance... and she also said that the police would protect me and give me good food.
Drink..." Yuan Wencai felt that it was not so difficult to breathe after his neck was strangled, and he spoke much more fluently, but the fear was still hanging in his heart.
"What does that woman look like? Where does her accent come from? What are her characteristics?" Xiangzi asked after releasing Yuan Wencai's neck, grabbing his collar with his hands, and pressing his back toward the metal cabinet.
"She's very beautiful... She also has a nice voice... It's a pity that at night, she was wearing sunglasses and a black trench coat... She has a nice fragrance..." Yuan Wencai's answer was of almost no value, even if he
If you see that woman on the street, you probably won't recognize her.