After hearing Hou Jinheng's words, I immediately had a hunch. The small bronze furnace, the strange bird excrement, and the bird's beak tripod from the Western Zhou Dynasty. These details formed a faint clue, although Hou Jinheng had not fully understood what he said.
It's clear, but I've already guessed a few things.
"How could this happen?" I reacted very quickly, my mind just flashed, and I asked him as if I blurted out: "Who took away Mr. Chen's body?"
"Don't get excited yet. I just learned about these things and they are still under investigation. I am just making this call to inform you of the situation."
Hou Jinheng was also notified immediately after the incident and rushed to the scene. Mr. Chen's body was subjected to autopsy and forensic identification, and was temporarily placed in the morgue behind the forensic identification center. No one usually goes to that place.
, is probably the most neglected and lax place in the entire compound. The morgue is next to the wall of the compound. Although it is connected to the identification center, there is an iron gate in between. The person on duty at night has not paid attention to the monitoring.
It was not until about one o'clock in the evening that another vicious case occurred in the city. When the victim's body was sent over, they were surprised to find that Mr. Chen's body was missing.
The body of Deputy Director Zhou is also in the morgue behind the identification center. It is conceivable that the two bodies that were stored side by side suddenly lost one. Moreover, the incident happened in the early morning. People present may feel that
So weird.
Although I was not present, I knew some things after all, especially after Wu Shengli's incident. Regardless of whether I could understand this phenomenon, I had to accept it. I was shocked. The shock cannot be expressed in words, because I knew
, after the body underwent autopsy at the Forensic Identification Center, almost all the internal organs were eviscerated. I believe that no one would steal Mr. Chen’s body. The only explanation is that he, like Wu Shengli, slipped out quietly on his own.
Morgue.
Is this possible? If I look at this with my own thinking, I wouldn't believe it. But who is Hou Jinheng? There is no way he would call me in the middle of the night and make such a joke.
"Then what should I do now? I've already contacted the funeral home, and the leaders of the funeral home, as well as some of Mr. Chen's more important friends from the past, have been notified."
"There is no other way but to postpone it for a while. You can tell them that for the sake of investigation, we will leave the body in the bureau temporarily and postpone the memorial service." Hou Jinheng sounded like he was comforting me, but he
The tone has been fixed, and I can't hear any warmth: "Don't worry about this matter, you and Mr. Chen's niece, we will do our best to solve it in a short time."
In fact, I suspect that Hou Jinheng already knows how Mr. Chen’s body disappeared, because the monitoring of the morgue may be temporarily ignored by the staff on duty, but once the incident occurs, the whole process can be seen clearly by reviewing the surveillance video.
It’s clear. Hou Jinheng didn’t know that I had seen this kind of thing, and he wouldn’t tell me the real process. The Internet penetration rate is so high now. Once gossip flows into society and is spread online, it may cause trouble.
.
I was very helpless about this. I couldn't ask openly, so I had to hold it in my heart.
"No one wants to see something like this happen, but please believe in us, we have the ability to solve the entire case and get to the bottom of it." Hou Jinheng paused for a moment, and I heard his lighter ring.
, probably smoking, and then continued: "Also, let me ask, did anything get lost at home during the time before and after Mr. Chen's accident?"
My heart suddenly tightened. Hou Jinheng's words were all coherent, but I smelled something different. He was obviously telling me that no one could hide anything from them.
"There shouldn't be, but I don't know very well. Mr. Chen was quite busy some time ago, and I also have work in the unit, so I didn't go to his place." I calmed down and said, "If there is, Mr. Chen will find out."
tell me."
"Yes, we are all very busy. These two cases in your unit may be busy for a long time." Hou Jinhengsheng smiled forcefully and said: "Then I won't bother you. If anything happens or
Remember to inform me of any new developments related to the case."
"must."
When I hung up the phone, the sense of crisis in my heart suddenly became extremely strong. Now it's not just the danger caused by the Bird's Beak Cauldron in the Western Zhou Dynasty. I feel that Hou Jinheng has already doubted me and Mr. Chen.
Duan's last words were left to me, and he suspected that I had taken away what Mr. Chen said. If we continue to investigate along this line, Wu Shengli hidden at home will also surface. Originally, the matter between Wu Shengli and me
It doesn't matter much, but if you hide him at home for a few days, you won't be able to tell clearly.
What should I do? I walked around the house. Whether it was Mr. Chen or Wu Shengli, the reminders were obvious enough. Do I really have to abandon my life and hide in a place where no one can find me?
Go? If I have to do that, my life will be completely disrupted.
This is a very difficult decision and makes me hesitant.
I couldn't sleep anymore, so I sat with my eyes open until the sky got bright. These sudden things had affected me. I completely lost interest in the pastimes that I usually enjoyed during my vacation. My eyelids felt sleepy, but
I couldn't close my eyes. I was thinking, if there is a miracle in this world, where would Mr. Chen be now after escaping from the morgue?
I didn’t want to stay any longer, so I stood up with my coat and was about to go out. I had no idea where Mr. Chen was, but it was better to go out and look for him than to stay at home. I opened the door to the bedroom and Wu Shengli came.
In fact, he was already awake, but he was so weak that he didn't even have the energy to get up. He was lying on the bed feebly like a man waiting silently for death. It wasn't until I opened the door that he glanced at me with dull eyes.
I.
"I'm going out. If I'm hungry, there's food at home." I closed the door behind my back and didn't want to look at him anymore. The more I looked at him, the more pitiful I felt. But I always had a strange feeling in my heart. There seemed to be something stopping me subconsciously.
I, to stop me from handing over the inscription on the bird's beak tripod to Wu Shengli. I decided to wait for the inscription matter.
I walked to the door and was about to go downstairs when the phone rang and a very unfamiliar number was displayed on the screen. In the past, I often received calls from unfamiliar numbers, but when this call came in
, I don’t know what I am basing this on, but I always feel that this phone call has something to do with Mr. Chen.
Thinking about it made me a little excited, uncontrollably excited. Premonitions are just subjective guesses and imaginations, but sometimes they are incredibly accurate. I just wanted to answer the call, but then I remembered the call from Hou Jinheng in the middle of the night.
That phone call.
It is undeniable that he is definitely suspicious of me. I am not familiar with criminal investigation, and I don’t know how far the current tracking and surveillance technology is, but I can’t take risks. What if, just what if, this strange number is really what I expected
Same thing, it has something to do with Mr. Chen, so if I answer the phone, no one can guarantee whether my phone has been monitored by people like Hou Jinheng.
In short, I can't answer this call, at least not in a normal way. A little negligence will cause omissions, and I won't be able to explain it to the police.
I quickly turned around and reopened the door, turned on the computer, dug out an unused mobile phone, connected it to the wireless, downloaded the mobile phone version as quickly as possible and registered an account to recharge. This whole set of procedures probably took
After a few minutes, I used the newly registered Internet phone number to call back the unfamiliar number.
The call was put through, but no one answered. I called several times and it was like this. In this way, I believed my hunch even more. This number must be related to Mr. Chen. The number on the Internet phone was quite unfamiliar. In this case,
In critical moments, the other party will not answer any calls from unknown numbers.
I thought about it and used the SMS function to send a text message: If you are a teacher, please answer the phone.
Mr. Chen is a very humble person. In the past, when some underachievers came to him for advice on professional issues, including the young people he helped mentor, he would only admit that it was an exchange between colleagues. Only me, I have always called him "
His teacher, we know this very well. If the unknown number is related to Mr. Chen, after receiving this text message, he will understand that it is me who is contacting him.
After sending the text message, I paused for two minutes and then called again. Sure enough, this time, the other party answered the call.
"Is it the north? The north..."
On the other end of the phone was the weak and anxious voice of an old man. This voice was extremely familiar to me. Although his voice might have changed a little for some reason, this change was not enough to make me lose my insight.
Ability. I can tell that it is Mr. Chen’s voice, definitely.
"Teacher, it's me." I was shocked, anxious, and with a faint joy. That joy came from deep in my heart, because I never thought that I could hear his voice again after the tragedy happened. I hurriedly
asked: "Teacher, where are you? How are you?"
"I'm fine, fine..." Mr. Chen's voice sounded as weak as Wu Shengli's, as if he had narrowly escaped from a fatal injury, but his body had been severely affected.
Listening to his voice, the joy in my heart suddenly disappeared, because there are some things that you don’t need to see with your own eyes. I felt that Mr. Chen was just like Wu Shengli. Although he miraculously escaped from the morgue, he would definitely not survive.
long.
"Teacher, where are you? I have something I want to ask you." I still respect Mr. Chen, but I have to accept the facts. I want to ask clearly about the bird's beak tripod.
"I'm in a place where no one can find me. It's very safe. You should be careful. When you make sure that no one is following you, take a detour." Mr. Chen took a gentle breath and said, "I don't have much time left.