Jin Tang

Chapter 13
While waiting, Mo Yang also figured out what happened.

This morning, when a refugee was cleaning a ditch near his shed, he found a small foot protruding from the edge of the ditch.

He thought to himself, in such a cold day, how come there are still children going to sleep in this unsheltered ditch, aren't they afraid of freezing to death?

He walked over and first touched the foot lightly to wake him up, but he didn't respond even after poking him a few times.

So he walked to the front of the ditch to see whose child was sleeping so hard, but when he turned to the front to look, he was so scared that he took a few steps back, staggered and fell to the ground.

The boy in front of him was naked, his face was ashen, except for the dark blood at the corner of his mouth, there was no trace of blood on his body, obviously he had been dead for a long time.

What's even more frightening is that the flesh and blood between the dead man's legs was indistinct. The blood, flesh and flesh were mixed together and entangled into a ball, like pounded meat sauce.

When it was the turn of the guests brought by Mo Yang to come forward to check, the only man in this family also felt his feet were weak, and he pressed Mo Yang's arm with one hand and begged.

"Lang Jun, please help me, I really have no strength in my legs." His mournful eyes fell on Mo Yang's face.

And Mo Yang, who wanted to go for an inspection, naturally would not refuse, he held the opponent's arm with all his strength, and walked forward with half support.

The two women who were walking with her were completely unable to stand on their feet, and fell to their knees limply on the ground.

Bypassing the yamen servants, the boy came into Mo Yang's eyes, his whole body turned white, indicating that he had been dead for a long time.

The middle-aged man beside Mo Yang let out a mournful wail, stepped forward two steps and hugged the boy's body, he already recognized that the deceased was his own child.

Mo Yang didn't care about comforting the other party, his eyes fell on the boy's corpse.

There were no obvious wounds on the child's body, but the only thing that was bloody was the area between his legs. The smashed flesh and coagulated blood were mixed together, which made him look disgusting.

There is also a pool of dark brown blood under the buttocks, which obviously flowed from between the legs.

There was an obvious gap between the open legs, and there was a small piece of flesh hanging from the child's perineum.

The missing parts of this mutilated body are the same as those stacked in Mo Yang's box - the boy's penis.

"Mother..." A piercing female voice pierced the sky in this area.

Mo Yang quickly looked over, and the gray-haired woman had fainted like ooze and fell into the arms of the young woman.

"Baby, mother!" The middle-aged man didn't care to hold his child's body anymore.

He fell on his knees and turned to his wife.

The subordinate officials and yamen servants on the side quickly surrounded him.

"Quickly click on the person." Seeing that the man was so anxious, the middle-aged subordinate calmly pointed out.

"Slap, I've seen someone wake up a comatose patient like this before." A yamen servant suggested enthusiastically.

……

The middle-aged man became more and more at a loss, and acted frivolously according to their ideas.

Although Mo Yang mastered some modern first aid methods, he could see that the woman was just out of breath because of grief and indignation, and her life was not in danger.

And he himself wanted to mix in the car dealership now, and it was not convenient for him to act high-profile, so he didn't make a move.

After a while, the woman woke up leisurely.

The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief, and then he didn't bother to say anything more, and walked towards the middle-aged subordinate with his knees on the ground.

"Master Guan, please make the decision for the little people." He kowtowed to the ground, as if he didn't know the pain, and he was not stingy at all.

"I can't bear it, get up quickly. I'm not an official." The petty official looked at the middle-aged man with pity, bent down and stretched out his hands, trying to help him up.

"I beg you to catch the goddamn culprit who killed a thousand swords, and avenge my son." The middle-aged man made up his mind and continued to kowtow, his forehead was already red and swollen.

"Don't worry, we will do our best to find clues and arrest the culprit." The subordinate staff's face was also full of hatred.

He turned his head and told the yamen servants beside him: "Look around again. See if the child's descendants are nearby. Don't be taken away by wild dogs. No matter what, we must try to get the corpses together."

He clapped his hands vigorously, some of the surrounding yamen servants evacuated the people who came to claim the corpses, and some scattered out, lowering their heads to search around the smelly ditches and the messy sheds that had been built.

Even if it wasn't for the father who lost his child, they still had to search, trying to find a way to find the incomplete parts of the body.

Because from the perspective of normal case solving, when a mutilated corpse is found, restoring the corpse is a very important part of solving the case, and the part that is often missing is the part that can prove the crime.

The people here have a traditional culture that regards death as life. They believe that death is the same as being alive, but they live in a different world, so they pursue the integrity of their limbs.What's more, there is still the idea of ​​"body, hair and skin are the parents", and out of filial piety, they don't want to have disabilities.

Although the criminal deliberately cut off this thing, it is obviously impossible to get it back.But when faced with such a tragic situation for this family, the servants just tried their best.

At the same time, Mo Yang also carefully observed the clues at the scene.

He looked around and found that this place was originally three intersecting houses, which were never rebuilt after being demolished, and became an abandoned wasteland over time.

It's about half the size of a football field. It's not a big place, but it's not easy to find something.

Because there are shacks built by refugees everywhere around here, let alone a small thing like a boy penis, even throwing a Cuju in it is not easy to find.

These yamen servants have already started a carpet-like search, first looking at the ground, then turning over the stones, and checking the messy living things of the refugees.Look inch by inch, look inch by inch.

It's just that the situation at the scene is too complicated, and there are many places to search. In the eyes of the yamen servants, the manpower they brought is really not enough. With only a few of them, they don't know how long the search will take.

Seeing this, the subordinate official bowed his hands to the people who were still on the scene: "Everyone, I am afraid that there is no way to find the missing part of the child or any clues to the crime with just a few people waiting. I implore you to help. Everyone two two A group to search, if you find something, please don't do it yourself, call us to deal with it."

The people who had come to identify the corpse who were about to leave the scene stopped after hearing the words, and started searching in groups of two.

Even the gray-haired woman who had just woken up was leaning over to search, supported by her daughter.

(End of this chapter)