Although the two detectives who felt "being beaten" were unconvinced, facing Xu Yun's powerful strength, they had no choice but to give in. No matter how wronged they were, there was nothing they could do. Many times, this power represents the right to speak. If
It was Xu Yun who was subdued by them just now, but now they won't be so aggrieved.
If you feel uncomfortable in your heart, you can't blame others. If you want to blame, you can only blame yourself for your lack of skills. You can only follow Xu Yun and captain Zhang Yuanjun to the tomb area. Although it doesn't feel good in your heart.
, but the work requirements force them to follow obediently and cooperate fully. This frustration is quite strong.
The scene at Feng Mingguo's tombstone has been investigated and evidence collected, so it is difficult to maintain the original appearance. However, Xu Yun's goal is clear. The first thing he wants to see is the contents of Feng Mingguo's tombstone. The empty urn makes Xu Yun's heart
It seemed as if something had hollowed out his body. He had a headache because Po Boyu was gone.
Where is Po Boyu? This is the key to the problem, and it is also the first thing Xu Yun is looking for when he comes here. On the way to the tomb area just now, Xu Yun has already seen the message sent by Lin Ge on his mobile phone, about the article.
Xu Yun looked at everything Xiao analyzed about the other party carefully.
If the crime scene is very messy, it means that the vulture did not get what he wanted, which means that Guoguo is still safe. These inferences are indeed fine, but here comes the problem. If this inference is correct, then
The first thing Xu Yun wants to find is Po Boyu. Only if it is proved that Po Boyu is not in the opponent's hands, these inferences will be meaningful. If it is not clear where Po Boyu is, then these inferences have no basis.
"Have you found anything at the scene?" Xu Yun said: "Captain Zhang, I need you to give me everything found here. This is very important to me."
"We will cooperate if we can, but we really haven't found any clues here, nor have we found anything that may have been left by the suspect." Zhang Yuanjun said: "The perpetrators are very cunning, the scene is very chaotic, and there are almost no
What valid evidence?”
Obviously, the chaos at this scene represented a fierce battle. Xu Yun frowned: "Then, who moved this cemetery?"
"It was like this when we came here. Someone must have come to dig up this cemetery. And your car is here, so the people in your car... are closely related to what happened in this place." Zhang Yuanjun frowned.
Frowning: "Who drove your car here, and what is its connection with Feng Mingguo's tombstone? Could you please tell us and don't let us guess? This will also help us solve the case, right? Come in that car."
What motives do people have?"
"The person who came in this car is Feng Mingguo's granddaughter. She is here on Qingming Festival. What motives do you think she has?" Xu Yun said lightly: "I don't need to say more about the rest, right? The people in the car are here."
, there is nothing to doubt, but someone attacked the people in the car, do you understand?"
Zhang Yuanjun nodded in realization. It was obvious that someone came here for the things in the cemetery! The urn in the cemetery was empty, which meant that Feng Mingguo was not buried here at all. But if this place was dug up, what exactly could be buried there?
?!
"The things in the cemetery are very important. If you find anything, you must tell me." Xu Yun said: "If you can't find the things in the cemetery, there is no point in investigating anything."
Po Boyu was not found successfully. Xu Yun took a deep breath as much as possible to calm down his emotions. He knew that he could not focus on the tomb area. He needed to search and expand his search scope.
"Some of the evidence obtained from the tomb area has been taken away for identification and sealing. I think you should go and take a look. Maybe you can find something." Zhang Yuanjun suddenly said: "Besides, there is nothing to study here.
There’s no point in staying.”
Xu Yun frowned. Could it be that Po Boyu has been taken back to the identification department of the police station? Regardless of whether he has or not, Xu Yun has to confirm it himself: "Can you help me call your Du Bureau and ask him
Be sure to order people to take care of everything brought back from this place!"
"Of course, no problem." Zhang Yuanjun nodded. He was sure that Xu Yun was hiding something from them because he cared too much about the things in the tomb area. Maybe there really was some treasure in it. Otherwise, how could he have done something like this?
Big movement is coming.
…
The cemetery area has not stopped all day, and now everyone has finally left. The gravekeeper has been talking to a group of tombstones for a long time, saying that he has disturbed their rest, and asking them not to be offended, this is not intentional, etc. It seems a bit
Godly.
When the cemetery stopped, Vulture knew that he could take action. In fact, after the police appeared, he did not act rashly. He did not run away, but made the best concealment. As long as he kept an eye on Guoguo and Qiu Yan, even if
Even if the police are there, they won't find this reservoir.
As the sky begins to darken again, people who fish during the day are preparing to pack up and go home, while those who like night fishing also come early to occupy the best spots.
Vulture tied Guo Guo and Qiu Yan in the car and sealed their mouths with tape: "You'd better cooperate with me and don't make me angry. That will be no good to anyone. Do you understand?"
Guo Guo couldn't speak and could only nod. Even if they were allowed to run now, she had no place to run. Qiu Yan's injury was so serious. The bleeding was only stopped now, so she couldn't run very far. She needed it.
Recuperate. Now the only one who can match the wits and courage of the vulture is Guo Guo.
After the vulture tied the two people up, he went directly to the reservoir manager. At this time, the reservoir manager was preparing to collect management fees from those who came to fish at night. The sudden appearance of the vulture was really scary. After all, he didn't look like Huaxia at first sight.
people.
"No one will come to the reservoir to fish tonight. I want to fish here alone." The vulture was very direct and explained his purpose in one sentence.
"Oh, such a big reservoir is just for you? What level of leadership are you?" The reservoir manager said disdainfully: "The reservoir does not belong to your family. You can do whatever you want. It belongs to us.
We have the final say in this place. An angler costs thirty yuan a night, and there are hundreds of people a night. If you don’t let them come, then how about you pay for it?”
"How much?" The vulture didn't pay attention to the other things he said: "How much, I'll cover it."
"How much... how much..." The reservoir manager was startled. Normally he could collect three thousand to five thousand in a night, right? Today this guy wants to book the venue? That's not possible, then he will be tricked once: "At least eight thousand!"
The vulture took out the money without saying a word. When he came to China, he also exchanged a lot of cash. They were all bundles of hundred-dollar bills, and he threw them over one by one: "This is ten thousand, no need to change. But if
If someone affects me, I guarantee you will not have good results."
While talking, the vulture picked up the reservoir manager's tea cup and crushed it in his hands. His fingers rubbed his hands together, and the broken white porcelain pieces were crushed into powder! This is not a magic show! Reservoir
The manager knows very well that his cup is definitely not a prop, and he himself is definitely not a shill.
"I promise no one will bother you." Seeing the money, he put away the hundred-yuan bills and felt so happy that the reservoir was the public property of their village and town. There was basically no limit to how much money he could collect in one night.
, he only needs to pay five thousand, that’s great, and the rest is his!