At this time, a familiar voice came from behind Zhao Liang. He turned his head and looked back.
At this time, a slightly fat male policeman wearing a leather jacket was standing behind him, with a nameplate on his left chest that read Song Yi,
This person is Lao Song on Zhao Liang’s mobile phone.
Zhao Liang looked at Song Yi standing in front of him and felt that he looked familiar, as if he had known him for many years.
Song Yi looked at the male policeman next to Zhao Liang. The male policeman nodded slightly, and then walked to the other side of the crowd to maintain order.
"Old Qin, I haven't seen you for a long time. Why didn't you tell me when you arrived? I even said that I was going to pick you up." Song Yi said to Qin Nan.
Zhao Liang was a little uncomfortable when he heard the name Qin Nan. He thought for a while, if he wanted to live as Qin Nan, he would have to adapt to this name sooner or later.
Then Zhao Liang sighed and shook his head helplessly.
"Hey, you bastard, don't show up in front of me if you have the ability. My sister wouldn't have disappeared if it weren't for you!"
At this time, a tall woman walked out from behind Song Yi.
The woman looks very sweet, she looks to be in her twenties, especially her black hair, which has already reached her knees.
"Xiao Tao, stop talking!" Song Yi stopped her from talking any more, which seemed to irritate Qin Nan.
Xiaotao was also wearing a police uniform at this time, with the name Ma Xiaotao written on the nameplate on his left chest.
Qin Nan was a little confused at this time. The two people who suddenly appeared seemed to be his acquaintances, but he had almost no memory at all.
Qin Nan looked at Ma Xiaotao at this time and was a little lost because she looked so much like someone in his memory that he didn't think about it for a while.
"What are you looking at? I don't recognize your aunt or me anymore. Believe it or not..." Ma Xiaotao said and prepared to raise her right hand.
After seeing this, Song Yi quickly stopped and said to Ma Xiaotao: "Is there any discipline left? You are wearing a police uniform now, don't forget!"
When Ma Xiaotao saw that Song Yi was a little angry at this time, she sighed, rolled her eyes at Qin Nan and said nothing, her chest heaving and her face turned to one side.
At this time, Qin Nan was also a little confused. Song Yi looked at Ma Xiaotao, then coughed twice and said to me:
"I know that I don't blame you for what happened to Ma Xiaolu, and you didn't want to. She is Xiaotao's sister, so... let's forget it."
Qin Nan lowered his head and said nothing. At this time, he didn't know why he felt a sudden feeling of guilt.
Song Yi brought a pair of gloves and shoe covers from somewhere, and said to Qin Nan:
"Old Qin, bring it with you. Thank you very much for coming..."
Song Yi also handed another pair of gloves to Xiaotao. At this time, Ma Xiaotao was staring at Qin Nan, as if she wanted to tear him into pieces.
Qin Nan didn't pay much attention to Song Yi and Ma Xiaotao, because at this time he wanted to know who brutally killed him!
Immediately, Song Yi brought Ma Xiaotao and Qin Nan to the crime scene.
Qin Nan stood blankly in front of his body for five minutes, as if he did not believe in the fact that he had died and was reborn.
"Everyone, please be careful and don't miss any clues!" Song Yi said to everyone.
"Yes! Captain!"
"I know what happened in this case..." Qin Nan said slowly, staring at "his" body.
At this time, several police officers who were investigating the case looked at him. Ma Xiaotao sneered after hearing this and continued the investigation at hand.
"Old Qin, you...how did you know?!" Song Yi looked at Qin Nan in surprise.
Qin Nan seemed to realize something, and he didn't know why he blurted out these words.
Song Yi's originally surprised expression turned into a smile. He looked at Qin Nan and said:
"Old Qin, if you continue talking, I know it will be no problem for you to come over for this case."
Qin Nan looked at Song Yi with some surprise. He didn't know why Song Yi believed in him so much.
Qin Nan swallowed, cleared his mind, looked at "his" body and continued:
"The thing should be like this. Just last night, the victim was probably walking on this path. When the victim was not paying attention, he hit him three times with a heavy object such as a brick...
"
"Three times? How did you know?!" At this time, the female forensic doctor who had been focusing on examining the corpse looked at Qin Nan and asked.
Hearing her question, she really put him off, because he didn't check his body, and of course he didn't know about the wounds on his brain. Qin Nan thought about it and said with some embarrassment:
"Um... I roughly guessed that because the victim's brain bled so much, it couldn't have been caused at once..."
"Okay, Detective Qin, you haven't been present for so many years. Your guess just now is wrong. I just took a look and found that there were four obvious wounds in total, so it was said that he was beaten four times.
..”
"No, it was three blows. The fatal injury to the deceased was on the back of the head. There were three different degrees of bone fractures on the back of the head, and they were all caused by the same blunt instrument..."
"What about the wound on his forehead?!" Ma Xiaotao asked with some dissatisfaction.
"The wound on the forehead is just a scrape of skin, and the bones are intact. Detective Qin just guessed that the murder weapon was a brick. That can confirm my guess.
Because on the back of the deceased's head, I found some hard-to-find red gravel, and the source of that gravel is most likely the red bricks from the construction site." The female forensic doctor stood up and analyzed to Song Yi and Qin Nan.
Ma Xiaotao didn't say anything anymore. He was very convinced by the female forensic doctor's analysis. Qin Nan continued what the female forensic doctor said:
"The forensic doctor is right, so at that time, something must have attracted the victim's attention, and the murderer had the opportunity to commit the crime..."
Halfway through my words, at this moment, the very strange and familiar cell phone ringtone came from the crowd.
"Throw the handkerchief, throw the handkerchief...gently...put it on"
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[Author's digression]: Zhao Liang died on November 22, 2015