Starting from the lifting of human restrictions

Chapter 64 Clues

Snapped--

A crisp clap sounded.

Outside the gate of the Central Police Station, a gangster with colorfully dyed hair covered his head and looked at a fat middle-aged man behind him, with an expression of anger that dare not speak.

"What are you looking at, be careful next time!"

With a flat head and a face full of fat sand, this little bastard dared to look at him before meeting, raised his foot and kicked the bastard's butt again, and said with a displeased face, "Hurry up and get out."

The little bastard with dyed-green hair touched the butt that had been kicked, but he lowered his head and still didn't dare to make a sound.

"You don't learn well at a young age, and you become a young and dangerous boy with others."

Feisha moved towards the flowerbed next to him, spit out thick phlegm, then reached out and took out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket.

"Hey, Sha sir, are you so leisurely today?" A passing military uniform greeted him with a smile when he saw Fat Sha smoking at the door.

"I just released a little bastard, it's not too happy, come out and get some air." Feisha raised his head, crossed his legs, and waved his hands casually.

"It's like this. I often want to catch ten or eight back when I patrol the streets."

The passing military uniform looked at the appearance of Feisha, smiled and agreed, nodding, "You breathe slowly and go first."

Feisha didn't bother to say hello when he watched people leave. He was just a small police officer, several levels worse than his plainclothes police chief.

"police officer."

After smoking a cigarette, Feisha yawned and stretched out for a long time. He was about to return to the police station when a voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

Feisha seemed startled by the sound, turned his head to look beside him, saw a young man beside him at some point, and suddenly said in a bad mood, "What are you doing?! Scare Ah-sir!"

"I want to ask where to look for the bodies of victims of general homicides?"

Yang Chu looked calmly at the plainclothes policeman with a bad look in front of him, and asked in a light voice.

His eyes fell on the certificate hanging on the other side's chest - the anti-black group, Jiang Wensha.

"Who are you? You want to report the case to the first floor..." Feisha's full face was full of impatience, and he was about to dismiss the daredevil who suddenly ran in front of him to ask questions, but halfway through his words, the voice suddenly weakened.

He felt the hairs on the back of his head stand up, and the air around him seemed to be cooling down.

"Short...Short-term stop at the public mortuary in Central, where there is a mortuary dedicated to the police station." Fei Sha dared not look at Yang Chu, he said quickly, turned his head and walked towards the gate of the police station .

It was only when he arrived at the gate of the police station that Feisha suddenly stopped in his footsteps. He seemed to have recovered a bit, and said to himself, "Huh? Strange, I am in front of the police station, what am I afraid of?!"

He turned his head to look at the open area outside the gate again, and found that the young man he saw earlier had disappeared.

"I won't go to hell, right?!" Fei Sha shivered for no reason, and hurriedly ran into the police station again.

When he got to his desk, Feisha sat blankly at the desk, as if he still didn't understand what was going on in front of him.

"Feisha, there is something going on over there in Kowloon. Your group will come with me."

At this time, outside the office area, a voice shouted at Feisha.

"Yes, Ah Tou." Feisha got up quickly and agreed with a smile on his face, but when he lowered his head, he suddenly realized that his documents had gone somewhere.

……

Central Public Mortuary.

A remote area not too far from the Central Police Station.

A three-meter-high wall surrounds the entire mortuary, and on the edge of the two iron gates are written the words "The mortuary is important, idlers are not allowed to enter."

However, the iron gate is open, and no one is guarding it. In such a place, except for family members and some special personnel, almost no one will approach it on weekdays.

Yang Chu walked into the mortuary and came to the counter in the lobby on the first floor.

Sitting behind the counter was a middle-aged man in white clothes and black trousers and a tie, with sparse hair and a high forehead, with his feet on his feet.

knock --

Yang Chu tapped the table top of the counter lightly with his fingers.

"what?!"

The middle-aged man with thinning hair seemed to be startled by the sound, so he quickly put down his feet, sat up straight, rolled up the magazine in his hand and stuffed it under the counter.

When he looked up and saw Yang Chu's appearance, he seemed a little relieved, and immediately raised his arrogance, "Hey, who are you, you can't rush in here."

"Where is Liu Xu's body?" Yang Chu looked around, his voice cold.

"Which department are you in?" the middle-aged man with thin hair asked aloud.

Yang Chu shook the document that he had come in earlier.

"Anti-gangsters, then come and sign, only the family members who need authorization here..."

The middle-aged man with sparse hair wanted to talk more, but Yang Chu was suddenly impatient. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the opponent's neck. With a slight force with his fingers, the middle-aged man in charge of the mortuary rolled his eyes. passed out.

Yang Chu threw the administrator back to his seat and walked to the counter to search for the archives.

"No. 143, Zone C, Negative [-]st Floor."

Soon, Yang Chu found his name on the storage register in recent days.

All the way down to the negative first floor, Yang Chu met two security guards walking towards him in the middle. He basically didn't bother to talk about it. Before the two could react, he knocked them out and threw them aside.

Below the negative first floor, the cold humidity is mixed with the strong smell of disinfectant.

According to the location marked on the roster, Yang Chu found the room in Area C. It was a slightly empty room, without any decoration, with a white wall and a metal wall cabinet with a faint cold air on the other.

With a soft clatter, Yang Chu pulled the mortuary cabinet No. 143 out of the metal closet.

The white body bag was filled with cold air.

Yang Chu reached out and unzipped the body bag and saw the familiar face.

He first stood quietly by the morgue for a while, and suddenly noticed the frayed scars on the sides of Yutou Xu's mouth and lips.

Yang Chu's eyes became sharp.

He opened all the body bags and glanced at Yutou Xu's wrists and ankles.

The corpse had already been rested in the mortuary. Yang Chu checked it carefully and immediately found many clues.

There was a clear wound on his forehead, which should have been the fatal wound that caused Yutou Xu's death, but there were bruises and broken skin on his wrists and ankles.

The temperature in the mortuary is very low, but at this moment, the temperature around Yang Chu seems to have turned into ice.

Before he saw the wounds on Yutou Xu's body, he thought that Yutou Xu was jealous again because of picking up girls and provoked right and wrong.

It was the first time he met Yutou Xu for such a thing, and it was so convenient for him.Later, I also heard a few times in the crew, Yutou Xu and some dragon and tiger martial artists fight for the girls and so on.

But when he saw Yutou Xu's wound, with his current insight and understanding of the human body, he easily discovered the problem.

"Brother Xu, have a good rest."

Yang Chu reached out and patted Yutou Xu's forehead lightly, re-zipped the corpse bag, and pushed the morgue in again.

After leaving the public mortuary, Yang Chu returned to the Central Police Station.

At this time, the sky has gradually darkened, and there are many off-duty officers coming and going at the gate of the police station.

Yang Chu waited outside the Central Police Station for about an hour. After many people in the entire police station had finished work, he slipped in.

On his chest hangs the plainclothes ID he met at the gate of the police station. With his excellent perception and extraordinary response, he avoided the crowds all the way.

At this time, it was already the end of get off work, and there were not many people in the police station.

In the dark dock, he can easily touch the well-trained 701 troop members. In such an environment, as long as he is not attracting attention with great fanfare, few people can detect his existence.

When encountering some surveillance areas, he basically hurriedly left with his perspective stuck.

He first went to the serious crime team. There was also a police officer on duty in the serious crime team. After Yang Chu knocked people unconscious, he began to rummage through many seats and case files, and finally found the fish. Tou Xu's case file.

The confession of the criminal who surrendered himself was very simple. A little quarrel caused a fight. Under the scuffle, he smashed Yutou Xu's head with a wine bottle.

After Yang Chu read the dossier, he didn't stay in the serious crime team for a long time, turned around and walked towards the detention room of the Central Police Station.

The detention room of the Central Police Station is located in a separate area of ​​the police station office building. It borrows a part of the space building of the Victoria Prison at the back. It is closed by layers of iron doors, and there are surveillance cameras on both sides.

Standing outside the monitoring distance, Yang Chu took out a few thumb-sized pebbles from his pocket, raised his hand and flicked the camera to the side.

From an angle that the surveillance cameras could not capture, Yang Chu calmly walked to the door of the detention room, knocked on the iron door, and led the guarding police officer to him.

Still shaking the documents in his hand, he asked some information about the detainees. The guarding police officer didn't care much at first, but after looking at Yang Chu's eyes, he asked Yang Chu's identity and asked to see the documents clearly. vigilance.

Yang Chu shot quickly, knocked the person unconscious again through the iron door, quickly took out the key from the opponent to open the door, and then helped the person back to his seat, and entered the detention room like this.

bang-

The door to a single felon closest to the inside of the detention room opened.

Yang Chu walked into the room and looked at a figure curled up on a simple single bed,

"Cen Fada?" Yang Chu reached out and patted the other party awake, and shouted according to the name he saw in the serious crime team.

"A-sir, how many times do you want me to say it, it was that cross-eyed who provoked me first. He bumped into my wine, and I accidentally got into a fight with him..."

The figure on the single bed was woken up by Yang Chu, and he seemed to be showing strong impatience. He shook his head and slowly sat up straight.

But he was a young man in his 20s, with a thin body, heavy bags under his eyes, and uncut hair, which looked extremely disheveled.

Yang Chu can tell at a glance that this is an addict.

"Are you Cen Fada?" Yang Chu asked again.

"Yeah." The young man yawned and replied again with a sleepy face.

"very good."

Yang Chu nodded, suddenly stretched out his hand and pinched the other party unconscious, followed by pulling him up on his shoulders, and walked out of the door of the detention room.

(End of this chapter)