Tiger Police

Chapter 264 It's Dead Again
Zhang Qingwei quickly asked: "Who is that person you are talking about?"

Yan Xiang said: "I'm not sure, I just think...it might be Zhao Hannan."

Hu Pingtao's mind suddenly came up with the image of a tall and thin young man.He had seen this man during his household investigation during the day. He lived in the west of the village. He was introverted, didn't talk much, wore a pair of glasses, and worked as a farmer at home all year round.

Zhang Qingwei asked suspiciously: "How could it be him?"

The old man put down the hookah, picked up four pine lights from the side of the firepit, and placed them on the floor one by one.

"This is Yan Hanguang, this is Yan Zai, and this is Dao Yong. And this is Zhao Hannan. The four of them are about the same age and are very good friends."

As he spoke, he raised his head, stared at Hu Pingtao, and asked, "You are a Han Chinese. Can you see any problems with their four names?"

Hu Pingtao understood this quite well, and said with a smile: "If the four of them are a small group, Zhao Hannan is the leader among them."

Zhang Qingwei frowned and asked, "Why?"

"Because the surname "Zhao" has a special meaning among the Dai people." Hu Pingtao explained: "It is the surname of nobles. There was an old movie "The Peacock Princess", and the prince in it was called Zhao Shutun."

Zhang Qingwei suddenly realized: "Is it the one played by Tang Yiguo and Yiqiang? I have an impression. When I was at home, my mother liked to watch it the most, and Channel 1 of the movie channel also missed it."

"Yes." Hu Pingtao said: "The status of nobility was only useful in the past, but it faded away after the founding of the People's Republic of China. There are no nobility for a long time now, and the descendants have spread out. Except for the special surname, strictly speaking, they are They're all ordinary people."

"So that's the case." Zhang Qingwei said in admiration, "I have worked in the border police station for so many years, and this is the first time I know about it. Ping Tao, you have a good reserve of knowledge!"

Hu Pingtao replied modestly: "It's all from books."

He then turned to Yanxiang: "Old village chief, why do you think Zhao Hannan is behind all this?"

Yan Xiang said slowly: "You have never been with these young children, and you are not a Dai nationality. Although you know our beliefs and habits, you don't have a deep understanding. Let's just say these four children! Zhao Hannan was born to be theirs. The boss, he has been like this since he was a child. Also, he goes to school in the monastery, besides Yan Hanguang, there is also Zhao Hannan. Compared with the two of them, Yan Zai and Dao Yong are only obedient and obedient."

"If we rank among them, Zhao Hannan is first, Yan Hanguang is second, Yan Zai is third, and Dao Yong is fourth."

"I always thought that someone from outside killed Yanzai, until today when I went to Yanpa's house, I heard from him that Yanzai passed by outside the Buddhist temple last night, and someone was supporting him... That person can only be Dao Yong."

"But Dao Yong died."

"I know about potassium cyanide. I heard about it when I was in the army."

"I can be sure that this thing was given to him by Zhao Hannan."

Hu Pingtao was deeply curious: "Can Zhao Hannan get potassium cyanide?"

"I don't know about that." The old man slowly shook his head: "I only know that as long as it is Zhao Hannan's words, Dao Yong will definitely listen, and he will never go west if he tells him to go east."

"Why?" Zhang Qingwei thought it was incredible, then frowned and asked, "Does Dao Yong have something to hold in Zhao Hannan's hands?"

"It's not an excuse, it's because Zhao Hannan went to a Buddhist temple and worked as a novice monk." Under the light of the fire, Yan Xiang's old face showed a sense of heaviness experienced over the years.

Zhang Qingwei didn't understand: "Little novice? Yanpa is also a young monk in the Buddhist temple!"

Hu Pingtao explained: "The old village head refers to another meaning."

Yan Xiang looked at him approvingly: "Yes. Zhao Hannan understands Buddhism, so he can order Dao Yong to do things."

Zhang Qingwei still felt confused: "According to this, Yan Hanguang can do it too! He also went to school in a Buddhist temple."

"It's different." Hu Pingtao smiled: "Let's put it this way! Zhao Hannan's ancestor was a nobleman, and his identity and surname already have a halo. In front of him, Yan Hanguang, Yan Zai, and Dao Yong are all inferior. This kind of natural advantage is innate. In addition, from birth to growing up, their scope of activities has been limited to Mengsuo village and they have never gone out. The sense of dignity among adults has a great influence on them. And then formed a solid class concept."

Zhang Qingwei finally understood: "So that's the case, Ping Tao, you are referring to the noble status, so Yan Hanguang is no match for Zhao Hannan."

"Yes."

As Hu Pingtao replied, he turned his attention to Yanxiang: "Old village chief, are you sure that Zhao Hannan really has that strong control over Dao Yong? Can he even order Dao Yong to kill people?"

"Dao Yong is very superstitious. In fact, he most wants to go to school in a Buddhist temple, but his family is poor and cannot afford offerings. The Dai dolls who go to school in Buddhist temples are just like your Han children in school. Some learn well and some The Great Buddha will evaluate them according to their usual performance, and then decide whether they will stay, or terminate their practice in the temple early."

"Zhao Hannan is very smart and quick to learn. He was favored by the Great Buddha at that time, and he wanted him to stay and inherit the mantle, but Zhao Hannan was unwilling... It's not surprising, now he is no different than before, and he is willing to stay in the temple fewer and fewer people.”

"But if it comes to the relationship between Zhao Hannan and Dao Yong, Dao Yong will definitely listen to him." Yan Xiang nodded affirmatively, and then he showed doubts: "But I don't understand why Dao Yong killed Yan Han Guang and Yanzai? They are friends, friends who have played since childhood!"

Hu Pingtao fell into deep thought.

According to normal logic, when a person dies, the murderer must be able to obtain some kind of benefit through the deceased.

Otherwise, there would be no sufficient reason to kill.

property?

There is not much difference between rich and poor among households in Mengsuo Village.Many young people go out to work, while the elderly stay behind.This situation is very common.The reason why Yan Hanguang, Yan Zai, Dao Yong, and Zhao Hannan did not leave the village was because they were aboriginals, their Chinese was not good enough, they could barely communicate, and their education level was not enough.

The knowledge learned in Buddhist temples is very different from that taught in schools.

The old village head, Yan Xiang, should not have lied, and there is no need for it.

Zhao Hannan controls Dao Yong to kill two people in a row, what can he get?
Yan Hanguang's property was inherited by his parents.

The same goes for Iwazai.

Is it...

Thinking of this, Hu Pingtao raised his head and asked, "Old village chief, does Zhao Hannan have a girlfriend?"

"Yes." Yan Xiang opened his mouth and replied, "The girl is named Nahan Muxiang, and she lives in the east of the village."

Zhang Qingwei came over and said, "Ping Tao, you saw that woman during the investigation during the day. She is quite beautiful. She also has a Chinese name, Han Bing."

The pronunciation of "Nahanmuxiang" is a bit of a mouthful, and Hu Pingtao immediately remembered the appearance of the other party when he said "Han Bing".It was a young woman in her 20s, with a very good figure and good looks, but her skin was rough and dark.This is the biggest characteristic of tropical residents.

Hu Pingtao asked Yan Xiang: "How is the relationship between Zhao Hannan and his girlfriend?"

Yan Xiang hesitated and said: "It's hard to say. I only know a little about young people. Nahan Muxiang went to school and was admitted to high school. A few years ago, I heard that the two of them were talking about marriage. When it comes to marriage, Nahan Muxiang is unwilling to drop out of school, so this matter is delayed."

Hu Pingtao smiled.This corresponds to part of his previous speculation: "What happened later?"

"Later, Nahan Muxiang graduated from high school and left the village without saying hello to his family. I heard that he was working on the coast and made a lot of money." Yanxiang replied.

He picked up a burning pine light, lit a waterpipe, and "hululu" smoked: "Nahan Muxiang is a very sensible child, and she sends money home every month. Her family used to live in an old bamboo building, which was later demolished." She built a big tile-roofed house with red bricks. Her father was very proud, and every time he went to the town to go to the market, he would buy wine and meat, saying that this was the pension money given by his daughter."

Hu Pingtao asked seriously: "When did Nahan Muxiang go to work outside?"

"It's too early, at least four or five years." Yanxiang thought about it and gave an accurate time: "Five years ago... well, it should be five years and seven months."

Hu Pingtao continued to ask: "Which city did she go to?"

The rock face was a little embarrassed: "I don't know about that. You have to ask her."

Zhang Qingwei is also thinking: "Working outside and sending money back every month shows that this woman is very kind to her family and very filial. With her education, it is difficult to find a high-end job. I guess she is also saving money outside. Use it to save money.”

Hu Pingtao asked Yan Xiang: "Does Nahan Muxiang come back every year?"

Yan Xiang nodded: "Come back during the Chinese New Year. I mean the Songkran Festival, not the Spring Festival for your Han people."

Up to now, Hu Pingtao feels that the situation is almost understood.He turned to Zhang Qingwei: "Third brother, Zhao Hannan is seriously suspected. Let's not wait any longer, just take him back right now, and interrogate him overnight."

Hearing this, Yan Lian hurriedly tried to dissuade him: "I know that you policemen are here to catch bad people, but Zhao Hannan is not a bad boy by nature. That... Police Officer Hu, Director Zhang, you are arresting people, please don't hit him."

Zhang Qingwei was angry and funny: "We never beat people, old village chief, you think too much. But I have to tell you, I really can't do this cover-up thing in the future. If you were honest in the case of Yan Hanguang last time Tell me the truth, Yanzai and Daoyong will not die either."

The petrographic face was ashamed: "Yes, yes, I am old and confused."

"And this matter is not as simple as you think." Zhang Qingwei said bluntly: "This is a serial murder case, you must be punished. How to deal with it depends on the opinions of the superiors, and there is..."

As soon as I said this, a person suddenly rushed in from outside.

It was a villager in a village.

He stumbled and ran in, gasping for breath, with horror on his face.

"Old village chief, it's not good, you go and have a look, huh... huh... Zhao Hannan is dead!"

……

Zhao Hannan was lying on the bed in the bedroom.

There was a fruit knife stuck in his flank, the blade was completely submerged in his body, leaving only the handle made of plastic.The whole body is curled up, the right hand is tightly covering the wound, the left hand is stretched forward, and the outstretched fingers make a "grab" motion, stiff and frozen.

The room was a mess.Some knick-knacks fell to the ground, mostly wooden and bone Buddha statues.This thing is very common in Mengsuo village, every household has several.Hu Pingtao has also seen it at the home of Dao Yong and the little novice Yanpa, but it is not as exquisite as the current ones in terms of appearance and quality.

The bed was covered with cushions, and the thin quilt was covered in blood.

The murderer was a young woman. Zhao Hannan's family members caught her on the spot, tied her hands behind her back with a rope, and held her in a corner of an outhouse.

She is Zhao Hannan's girlfriend, Nahan Muxiang.

The scene was in chaos.

On the way from the home of the old village chief Yan Xiang, Hu Pingtao and Zhang Qingwei verbally made a simple division of labor: the former surveyed the scene, and the latter maintained order.

Two heavily armed police officers stood guard at the door of the bedroom. When Hu Pingtao walked up the stairs of the bamboo building, he wiped the soles of his shoes with paper towels and put on special gloves.

The expression on Zhao Hannan's face was extremely ferocious, and there was even an element of horror in it.

There was blood all over the room.On the bed, on the floor, on the wall...even on the chair that was pushed, half of bloody handprints could be seen.

Hu Pingtao scanned the audience with sharp eyes.

The remaining traces showed that the deceased first rolled down from the bed, staggered and rushed towards the desk.

Carefully avoiding the blood on the ground, Hu Pingtao walked to the table, opened the drawer, and saw various medical supplies such as alcohol, cotton wool, and band-aids placed inside.

Zhao Hannan was stabbed. He was eager to save himself, probably shouting while trying to stop the bleeding with cotton wool from the drawer.But before he opened the drawer, the sharp loss of physical energy could no longer support him, and he finally fell to the ground.

Hu Pingtao turned his gaze back to the deceased again.

The angle of the knife handle inserted into Zhao Hannan's flank is a bit strange.After squatting beside the corpse for a long time and taking a few close-up photos with his mobile phone, Hu Pingtao found that the clothes at the wound site were torn, and the eversioned skin and muscles rotated clockwise.

This means that it is by no means as simple as stabbing someone with a knife on the surface.

Although Hu Pingtao is not a professional forensic doctor, he received training in this field when he was in the police academy, and later he also learned a lot from Ding Jian.

The knife was inserted into Zhao Hannan's body and turned around abruptly. His internal organs must have been crushed, resulting in his death on the spot.

Hu Pingtao turned sideways, did not touch the right hand of the deceased, and observed the handle of the knife from the other side with a larger gap.

Black, plastic texture.

This kind of knife is very common and can be bought in markets and supply and marketing cooperatives.The blade is very long, with two sizes of 25 and [-] centimeters, all of which are machine-made.

That's about it.

Just when Hu Pingtao was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a little reflection on the part of the bed that was pressed by the pillow.He walked over, grabbed the corner of the pillow with his fingers, picked it up, and found that the source of the reflection was a condom.

The "Okaichimoto" brand, the smooth outer packaging looks very clean, and it has not been opened.

A blouse was also pressed under the pillow.

(End of this chapter)