The corners of Duanmo's lips twitched twice: "Liant Lu, do you believe Mr. Luo when you say that?"
"That's probably what I meant, but I said it very tactfully." Lu Wuchuan said lightly, and then asked, "What did Fang Nuo tell you?"
Duanmo told the story that the archaeological team’s camp was Yizhuang.
Lu Wuchuan chuckled: "It's really funny that a student studying archeology can say such things."
"I said the same thing to stop her from thinking wildly." Duanmo pulled the tree branch on the dirt road up a slope.
Just as he stood firm, a big hand stretched out: "I will pull you away."
She wanted to say no, but her hand was already firmly held. The big hand was warm and dry, with unquestionable firmness.
The warmth from his hands spread to his whole body along his arms, making Duanmo feel a strange feeling in his heart. Thinking back to what he said at his house before, was what he said true? Does he really like himself?
No, it's impossible. He doesn't like mature and intellectual beauties like Zeng Weiya. How could he like a newbie who just left school and doesn't know anything? He treats himself well, but he is definitely not the kind of person between men and women.
kind.
If a man likes a woman, he will not be sarcastic or dig holes for her to jump into. Instead, he will always want to give her the best, care about her, love her, and tolerate her...just like my father treats that woman.
A woman, even if she leaves heartlessly, still fulfills her responsibilities for her.
Duanmo shook his head to get rid of the unrealistic thoughts in his mind. With the help of the pull on his hand, he quickened his pace.
The little girl didn't take her hand away, which made Lu Wuchuan feel happy. As he walked up, he secretly glanced at the people behind him. He didn't know what she was thinking. The expression on her face changed several times, and finally she shook her head. What happened?
What do you mean?
Turning his head to look at the rugged mountain road, forget it, now is not the time to talk about children's personal affairs, let's talk about it after things are finished.
The situation at the archaeological site is much more serious than at the foot of the mountain. Except for the fifty-year-old leader, the two dozen villagers are all in their prime. Some are holding hoes, shovels, and some carrying thick branches, squatting or standing sparsely.
Ground surrounds the archaeological site.
Wu Zhengping put his hands on his hips and led a few police officers to block the isolation belt at the scene. Liu Quan was stepping on a big stone with one foot, the zipper of his casual jacket was open, and his right hand was on the holster at his waist. He looked sullen.
If anyone dared to act rashly, he would draw his gun and shoot.
A few meters away from the temporary tent, Yang Anning put on a military blanket and sat on the ground. Qi Xiangzhou squatted in front of him, saying something. Two other archaeological team members were accompanying him. Yan Yishuai was leaning against a tree nearby.
Holding a cigarette in his hand and smelling it under his nose.
The arrival of Lu Wuchuan and Duan Mo attracted the attention of the villagers, and some even stood up while squatting.
Liu Quan opened his clothes further and shouted: "Don't move! This is Captain Lu from the Special Case Team of Liancheng Public Security Bureau, who is here to investigate this case!"
Yan Yishuai put the cigarette to his ear and muttered: "It's already gone. It's noon. Let's go home for dinner." However, his little eyes glanced back and forth on the faces of Lu Wuchuan and Duan Mo, and he picked meaningfully.
He raised his eyebrows. He saw the two people as soon as they went up the hill. It was Lu Wuchuan who pulled Duanmo up. He didn't know if they were holding hands all the way up the mountain.
Lu Wuchuan walked to the slope, turned around and glanced down: "Who is Luo Shoude?"
The villagers' eyes were all focused on the man in his fifties. He was slightly startled, then raised his head and said, "It's me, what happened?"
"Your seventh uncle sent you a message, asking you to take good care of people and not to cause trouble."
When Luo Shoude was about to become suspicious, a villager reminded him in a low voice: "Uncle, don't believe him, he might be tricking us."
Lu Wuchuan glanced at the man: "If he didn't tell me, how would I know that your leader here is called Luo Shoude."
Luo Shoude said loudly: "We are not causing trouble, we just don't want these people to continue digging graves."
"Who wanted to break in before?" Wu Zhengping said coldly, "This is the scene of a murder. Don't affect the police's handling of the case."
Yan Yishuai leaned into Lu Wuchuan's ear and whispered: "Don't pay attention to them. These people are timid. They started making trouble, but then they were scared and didn't dare to come forward."
Lu Wuchuan nodded: "Let's go see the scene first."
The military tent was set up five or six meters away from the archaeological site on a relatively flat area. It was about four meters long and three meters wide. It had a door on the side, two small windows on each side of the front, and the curtains were rolled up.
There were two low tables, a few chairs and a horse in the tent. There was a wooden frame under the window on one side. There was an emergency light on the top, and some tools and other things underneath. There was a camp bed on the innermost side, with a man lying on it.
people.
Lu Dongming and Jiang Muyang were still investigating with Bao Sheng. When they heard the noise, the three of them stood up to say hello.
Bao Sheng said: "The footprints are finished." The meaning is obvious, you can step on them casually.
"Dongming took pictures." Lu Wuchuan took out a mask and gloves and handed them to Lu Dongming and Duanmo, "Duanmo took notes."
Duanmo nodded, put on his mask and gloves, and followed him inside.
The body was lying face inward with a blanket covering its waist and abdomen. The exposed legs were half-curled. One of the two arms was draped over the body and the other was against the chest. This posture was very much like falling asleep.
, but it is a very insecure sleeping position.
Lu Wuchuan put his fingers on the carotid artery of the corpse, then withdrew his hand after a moment. He completely uncovered the blanket and looked at it, turned the corpse face up, untied his clothes. He took out the flashlight and tools from the investigation box and began to examine the corpse.
examine.
"The time of death was about two to four o'clock at night...the deceased's face was gray...cyanosis...there was a small amount of vomit in the mouth...the body spots were dark purple-red...no obvious injuries were found yet..."
After a series of inspections, Duan Mo asked: "Li, can you tell the cause of death?"
Lu Wuchuan paused slightly as he packed up the survey box: "On the surface, it looks like a sudden death."
"Ah?! Why another sudden death?" Lu Dongming exclaimed softly.
"I'm talking about the surface. The details will depend on the autopsy results." Lu Wuchuan took off his mask, picked up a thermos cup on the low table, opened it and smelled it, "Send it to the funeral home to prepare for the autopsy. Have the family members been notified?"
"Notified." Yan Yishuai said, "Professor Qi called his wife. It is estimated that she will be in Qinghe as soon as the afternoon."
"What's going on with Yang Anning?" Lu Wuchuan asked.
"Scared." Yan Yishuai curled his lips helplessly, "Yesterday, he was working with Zhao Peng, and Zhao Peng was in the middle of the night. This morning, Yang Anning went in and saw that he was still asleep, so he didn't call him until almost eight.
It's time, it's time to hand over the shift, but this person still hasn't moved. After what happened last time, Yang Anning didn't dare to pull it directly. She stretched out her hand to try to breathe, and found that the person was out of breath. At that time, he fainted from fright. The person who took over the shift came over,
I just woke him up. This kid is quite unlucky. He was the first to discover the corpses on both occasions."