Tiger Police

Chapter 263

Hu Pingtao straightened up slowly, with a different meaning in his eyes: "I think we should not overcomplicate things. After all, Yanxiang is a veteran. Even if he wants to cover up some things, it is not enough to cover up. .”

"Third brother, this is a murder case! Including Dao Yong who committed suicide by taking poison today, it will add up to three lives."

Zhang Qingwei nodded with enlightenment: "You mean, Xiang Xiang will stand by our side?"

Hu Pingtao thought for a moment, then pondered: "This is probably the case. I think he may not have such an idea during the day. But with Dao Yong committing suicide, Yan Xiang must have panicked."

"Covering up also needs to pay attention to strategy. The case of Yan Hanguang is a bit far away from now, and Yan Zai's death is also unclear. To be honest, today at Yan Pa's house, the little monk said that when he woke up last night, he saw Yan Zai coming from the temple. Passing by outside, Yan Ping must be a little moved. But he is inconvenient to stop, and he can't stop."

Zhang Qingwei regained his spirits immediately: "Then what are you waiting for? I'll send someone to bring back the rock face and interrogate him overnight."

Hu Pingtao raised his hand and made a stop motion: "Don't do this! This is not the mainland, and Mengsuo is still a gathering place for ethnic minorities. Even if there is a problem with the rock appearance, you can't act recklessly... Let's do it! Brother, bring some more Personally, let’s set off now to find him at Yanxiang’s house.”

……

Bamboo House is a characteristic dwelling of the Dai people.Because it is located in the tropics, this kind of building is very cool, and it is insect-proof and rodent-proof. With local materials, it is convenient and simple to build.

Over the years, many families in the village have followed the model of the mainland and built cement and brick houses.On the one hand, it is stable, and on the other hand, this kind of building has a reasonable design and has a lot of space for covering.In contrast, the bamboo building looks simple.

The bamboo building of Yan Xiang's house is very large and old.

When Hu Pingtao, Zhang Qingwei and others walked up the stairs to the bamboo building, Yan Xiang was sitting by the firepit smoking a hookah.

This is a special "smoking equipment" made of big moso bamboo.The water installed at the bottom of the cylinder is sucked by the mouth, so that negative pressure is generated in the closed cylinder, and then the smoke is sucked into the mouth through the water.Doing so reduces harmful ingredients, and the scent can be varied by adding different substances to the water.For example, if white sugar is added, the smoke will have a sweet taste.Mixed with mint, it feels refreshing.

There are also mixed with coffee, licorice, orange juice... But these inhalation methods are very niche, only young people like it.

There is no electric light installed in the house, and it is only illuminated by the burning flame in the firepit.

The door to the bedroom was closed, Yan Xiang's family members should have rested, leaving him sitting here alone.

There is no need to knock on the door when going up the bamboo building. Just walk up the steps and see if the door is open or closed, and you will know whether the owner is at home.

Zhang Qingwei walked in front, he looked at the petrified figure who was slowly twisting a ball of tobacco into a circle in his hand and placed it on the socket of the hookah, and said in a low voice: "Old village chief..."

Yan Xiang turned to him, raised his hand, slowly lowered it, pointed to the opposite side of the firepit, and said slowly: "I know you will definitely come... Sit down, sit down and talk."

Hu Pingtao and Zhang Qingwei looked at each other, and the latter whispered a few words to the other police officers, and sat down with Hu Pingtao on the left and right side of Yanxiang respectively.

The firewood in the firepit has turned red, there are not many flames on the surface, and there is no pungent smoke, but it makes people feel a little hot.

Yanxiang pointed to another hookah leaning against the opposite corner, and asked, "Smoking? Take it yourself."

Hu Pingtao took out his cigarette case from his pocket, smiled and said, "I smoke this."

As he spoke, he took one out of the box and handed it to Xiang Xiang.

The old man reached out to take it, and gently put it in the tobacco bag next to him.

Zhang Qingwei had already prepared his opening remarks on the way here.He stared at Yan Xiang: "Old village chief, you shouldn't have kept it from me!"

The rock face "Hululu" smoked the hookah, and after a long time, he put down the chimney and let out a long breath of smoky air.

"It's not that I'm hiding it from you, but I really don't want to see them go to jail."

Hu Pingtao keenly grasped the word "they" in Yanxiang's words.He didn't ask any questions immediately, but just picked up a branch from the firepit, lit it on the fire, and lit the cigarette between his fingers.

Zhang Qingwei didn't notice the special words in Yan Xiang's words, and asked suspiciously: "Why, you already knew that Dao Yong killed Yan Zai?"

Yan Xiang nodded silently, and after a while, said slowly: "The case of Yan Hanguang was also done by Dao Yong."

Zhang Qingwei asked: "How do you know?"

"That night, someone saw him drinking with Yan Hanguang, and took Yan Hanguang out of the village." The old man was a little depressed: "I didn't mean to hide it from you, it's just..."

At this point, the words stopped abruptly.He bowed his head and let out a heavy sigh.

Hu Pingtao accurately figured out Yan Xiang's thoughts: "Old village chief, do you think this is just a conflict between Dao Yong and Yan Hanguang, and he just killed someone on the spur of the moment?"

Yan Xiang raised his head and looked at him, his face was full of astonishment: "...you... how do you know?"

Hu Pingtao said calmly: "At that time, Zhang Qingwei was the director of the police station. He led people to investigate the murder scene and concluded that the cause of Yan Hanguang's death was "falling off a cliff." You are the old village chief in Mengsuo village. Do you believe The police, and at the same time beware of the police. If Yan Hanguang died of other reasons, such as stabbing, blunt instrument blows, poison, etc....no matter what kind, you would have stood up and testified against Dao Yong."

"The reason why you didn't do this is because you considered that Yan Hanguang's death might be "he accidentally fell off a cliff." After all, there is a big difference between homicide and manslaughter. Grasp."

"There is another reason—you want to give Dao Yong a chance."

Lithology's eye corners have been twitching.He felt parched, picked up the cup placed on the ground, and drank a big mouthful of strong bitter tea.

Raising his head and looking at Hu Pingtao sitting beside him, the old man hesitated and asked, "You...I remember your surname is Hu, Officer Hu."

Hu Pingtao had a kind smile on his face: "You are older than me, so please call me Xiaohu!"

After a pause, he added: "My dad is also a soldier. Like you, he fought back in self-defense."

This was said on purpose.

Veterans who participated in the war like to be ranked according to their seniority. With this relationship, a lot of barriers can be reduced.

Sure enough, Yan Xiang showed an unexpected expression on his face: "The surname is Hu... I remember that there was a commander in the artillery regiment with this surname."

Hu Pingtao nodded: "That's my dad. He was in the artillery regiment at the time, and now he is the commander of the Zhaocheng Military Region."

Yan Xiang suddenly became excited: "I know your father. I was in the second batch to go abroad to fight. I followed the artillery regiment at that time, and we drank together."

Hu Pingtao said with a smile: "My dad just came to the border checkpoint the day before yesterday. It's a pity that I don't know the relationship between you, otherwise I will ask the old village chief to have dinner with you... Otherwise, when I am on vacation, I will accompany you to Zhaocheng."

The relationship is very effective, and the resistance in Yanxiang's heart is being dissipated a little bit.

He was holding a hookah in his hand, and his wrinkled face was a little troubled.After thinking about it again and again, he smiled wryly and shook his head: "Speaking of which, I was wrong about this matter. If I had told you the news earlier and arrested Dao Yong, there would be no such things behind."

Hu Pingtao asked seriously: "Are you sure that the case of Yan Hanguang was really done by Dao Yong?"

Yan Xiang fell into memory, nodded slowly: "He did it. But... I don't understand, why did Dao Yong kill Yan Hanguang?"

"I watched the dolls grow up in the village. Yan Hanguang, Yan Zai, and Dao Yong are all. Especially Yan Hanguang, who was a monk in the temple when he was a child, and later became a layman. He is a very good young man."

"The village used to be poor, so I took the lead in planting bananas and pineapples and earned some money. There is no independent primary school here, and children have to walk more than three kilometers to go to school, which is to go to the town in the north. There was no road at that time, and the town's The school also has no dormitories, so most of the dolls choose to become monks."

"Speaking of it, I'm still ignorant! Going to school is a good thing. After all, what you learn from the Great Buddha in the temple can only be useful in the village when you grow up. People outside don't believe in Buddhism, and their living habits are different from ours. It’s different here, but what can we do? Young people can’t stay in the village forever. They have to earn money and support their families.”

"More and more people went out to work, and there were fewer and fewer young monks in the monastery. Later, those who went out first came back, brought a lot of money, built big houses, bought TV sets and refrigerators , settle everything at home, and continue to go out to earn money.”

"You Han people have a saying, "People go to high places, and water flows to low places." This is true, but I just feel that the atmosphere in the village is not as good as before, not as happy as before, and it is not safe to live in. , I always feel inferior to those who earn money.”

Yan Xiang raised his head, looked at Hu Pingtao, and asked with a wry smile, "Can you understand what I mean?"

Hu Pingtao nodded, and said with relief: "Understood. This is caused by the environment. It's not surprising, it's normal. Most people yearn for a rich life, and there will inevitably be conflicts between old and new ideas."

Yan Xiang slapped his thigh: "That's the reason."

Hu Pingtao struck while the iron was hot: "Let's talk about Yan Hanguang's case first!"

Yan Xiang once again picked up a small ball of tobacco and put it on the top of the hookah rod. He was not busy lighting the fire, and said seriously: "I also find this strange. Yan Hanguang and Dao Yong are about the same age. They can be said to be together. I grew up. The two families lived together for a long time. They needed money to be a monk. Dao Yong’s family was poor, and every time Yan Hanguang came back from the temple, he would teach Dao Yong some of the knowledge he had learned. "

Zhang Qingwei asked suspiciously: "Old village chief, I remember that the great Buddha in the temple is not allowed to do this!"

Yanxiang explained: "That is the rule of the big place, and it was also the rule of the past. If you want to be a monk, you have to send offerings to the temple. In the past, the status of the Great Buddha was very high, because they knew a lot and could say a lot. Ordinary people don’t understand the truth. When I was a child, my family was poor, and my parents couldn’t read. After the People’s Liberation Army came and opened night schools, my parents learned to write their own names. Later, I joined the army and learned some in the army. "

"Mengsuo Temple was built in the past. There are few people here, so there are few offerings. In addition, the country has implemented a nine-year compulsory education these years. People with knowledge send their children to school, and those who are pious send their children to temples. In this way, there will be fewer monks, especially when they grow up, they don’t want to stay in the temple, and they all go outside to find work, and this Buddhist temple gradually becomes empty.”

"On the night Yan Hanguang died, someone saw him with Dao Yong. I only found out about it later. At that time, I didn't think of the bad. Young people like to drink, and they like to make trouble when they are drunk. The relationship is better than that of brothers, not to mention Director Zhang and your appraisal results at the time, the cause of Yan Hanguang's death was "falling off a cliff to death". Killing Yan Hanguang, so... I kept this matter a secret."

Hu Pingtao nodded slightly, and continued to ask: "What about Yanzai?"

The old man had already brought the hookah to his mouth, and when he heard this question, he quickly put down the pipe: "I really don't know about Yan Zai... Wait, I mean, when you came this morning, it was like this. .”

Seeing him anxious and flushed, Hu Pingtao quickly comforted him: "Don't worry, speak slowly. I understand what you mean. I found Yanzai's body in the pond yesterday and reported it to the police. This morning we Come here to investigate the scene, and you didn’t know who the murderer was until you went door-to-door.”

The lithographer breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly replied: "Yes, yes, that's it."

Zhang Qingwei also understood: "In other words, the little monk Yanpa said that before he saw Yanzai last night, the old village chief, you didn't know that Dao Yong killed Yanzai?"

There was a trace of bitterness in the muddy eyes of the lithofacies: "Do you... believe me?"

Hu Pingtao said seriously: "I believe it, of course I believe it. You are not a bad person, but sometimes you are confused and don't think about things before and after you do things. Your ideas are good, but who are you scoring points for?"

Yan Xiang lowered his head, his voice hoarse: "Dao Yong is a good boy, and Yan Zai is too. They respect me very much, and they even send me barbecue during Chinese New Year (Dai calendar, Songkran Festival)."

Hu Pingtao stated the facts in a steady tone: "Dao Yong killed two people."

Yanxiang raised his head, with sadness on his old face: "I really want to protect these children in the village. Young people will make mistakes, as long as they are given a chance to correct, they can become useful people to society."

Hu Pingtao followed his topic closely: "You are right. But the premise is that the mistakes must be corrected, so that they realize that this is a crime and they must pay for it."

The lithographer let out a long sigh again.

"Dao Yong was frightened... If it wasn't because of fear, he would never commit suicide by taking poison."

After a pause, the old man continued: "Based on my knowledge of Dao Yong, this matter is also a bit strange. Dao Yong is not a person who is afraid of death. When it comes to taking poison... I guess someone may be behind the scenes."

(End of this chapter)