Is it normal to live on the phone to help your boyfriend investigate the case?

Chapter 33 Applying Pressure
The live broadcast picture is clear, a hand is wrapped in the sand, the fingers are long and thin, the joints are distinct, the nails are filled with mud, and the skin on the hand is grayish white, faintly blue.

This is by no means a plastic or plaster model.

This is a human hand.

The number of people in the live broadcast room increased sharply, and the comments quickly swiped the screen:
[Qiqi Midsummer: Damn it! ! ! 】

[Five seconds of memory: Fuck, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah! 】

[Meow: Fuck! 】

[No emotion: Damn it! 】

[Yuyu: Damn it! 】

[Xinxinzi: special effects?Green screen?high tech? 】

[Xin Xinzi: The anchor speaks!Is it a special effect? 】

[Xin Xinzi: Damn it!The anchor is talking!I'm afraid if you don't speak! 】

……

Wang Wei couldn't speak, he was completely stupid.

Didn't you agree to come and find the cat?How could a dead man be dug up? !Who is this dead man? !How did Qu Mingcong know that the dead were buried here? ! !
Wang Wei felt that his brain was filled with cement, and he couldn't move. His eyes stared blankly at the dead hand in the sand, and his legs began to tremble uncontrollably.

On the other side, Qu Mingcong's mood sank to the bottom, and he cursed in a low voice: "Grass!"

Although he followed Qiao Yueying's way of thinking all the way, but when the corpse was really in front of his eyes, it was really hard to accept it emotionally!

This is completely different from the cases he has been involved in before. Those criminals in the past took risks for drug trafficking and died for money, but what did Shao Jiaming do for it?
If you hate someone and hate someone, do you have to kill him?
From Qu Mingcong's point of view, Shao Jiaming may not hate Xiao Fan that much. He attacked Xiao Fan not so much to vent his anger, but rather as an inflated desire to control, trying to control other people's life and death, just like he controlled his wife's life.

Qu Mingcong had nothing to do with Xiao Fan, but the nameless anger still rose from the bottom of his heart, burning him violently and resentfully.

Looking up, he saw Wang Wei was still holding the live broadcast on his mobile phone, his face became even more ugly, and he shouted coldly: "Stop taking pictures!"

"...Ah, ah?" Wang Wei was startled, he came back to his senses, and when he looked at the hand on the ground again, fear appeared on his face, "Then, then we... what, what should we do now?"

"Call the police." Qu Mingcong had picked up his phone and dialed.

Wang Wei looked at Qu Mingcong, and then at the dead hands on the ground. He didn't feel anything just now, but now he felt that there was a smell of rotting corpses in the air. He took a few steps away with his mobile phone in his arms, and looked at the mobile phone again. There was already a lot of noise in the live broadcast room——

[Xinxinzi: Really call the police? ! ! 】

[Qiqi Shengxia: They have called the police, so it must not be fake? 】

[You Yu: Oh my God! 】

[Skin as white as snow: What's going on?How could there be dead people by the river? 】

[The deity was scared to death: I was scared to death! 】

[Meow: I thought they were acting just now! 】

[Chen Hui: Did you all see it?I'm new to the anchor, come closer and let me have a look. 】

[Ban Xia: I'm new here too, the anchor let us have a look. 】

……

Wang Wei was still in a state of shock. He looked at the comments on the screen and managed to regain his voice: "I can't watch anymore...Family, our live broadcast today encountered...encountered some situations and we can't broadcast it... ..."

It is definitely inappropriate to broadcast dead people, but seeing the increasing number of people in the live broadcast room, he was a little reluctant to close it, so he could only stay away silently, so as not to take any more unexpected pictures.

Qu Mingcong has already explained the situation to the operator on the police side.

He was worried that he might not be able to explain his involvement, so after hanging up the call to the police, he called an old acquaintance in the police to explain his situation.

After the two phone calls, all that was left was to wait.

As time passed, the live broadcast room gradually returned to calm, but the number of people still rose at an extremely frightening rate. There was no other reason, and it was all to see if the police would really come.

Most of the audience always thought that Wang Wei and Qu Mingcong were acting, especially those new to the live broadcast room, they didn't believe it at all.

How could it be possible to dig up a corpse by just digging by the river?Isn't this a script?
Everyone was discussing in the live broadcast room, and Qu Mingcong, who had a cold face and refused to take pictures, came over. He was wearing a black peaked cap and a black mask, revealing only a pair of dark eyes, showing a bit of coldness in the dark night.

Wang Wei was a little afraid of him, trembling and ready to put away the phone, but at this moment Qu Mingcong asked calmly, "Is your phone still broadcasting?"

"Ah..." Wang Wei nodded slowly, "Mmm..."

Qu Mingcong turned his head slightly, and asked in a low voice, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

The girl's tender voice sounded: "Use public opinion to put pressure on him and help the police break down his psychological defenses. Otherwise, I worry that even if he is detained, he will bite him to death and refuse to admit it. After all, we still don't know whether the body can If his fingerprints or biological tissues are collected, if the evidence is insufficient, his confession will be the key to conviction."

"Understood." Qu Mingcong raised his eyebrows and looked at the camera coldly, "How many people are there in the live broadcast room now?"

"Ah, uh...11...ah no, it's 13..." Wang Wei stared at the number on the upper right corner nervously, "The number is still increasing."

In the live room:

[Meow: anchor, can you stop shaking? ! 】

[You Yu: Don't tremble, the picture shakes so much that I want to throw up! 】

[Skin as white as snow: Who will tell me if this is acting or not! 】

[Five-second memory: This man is so handsome. Although he didn't show his face, he looks so handsome. 】

[Xin Xinzi: Everyone is dead!Can you still pay attention to whether others are handsome? ! 】

[Ban Xia: Is he really dead?who diedI've been waiting for a long time, where is the dead man? 】

[Qiqi Shengxia: Look carefully, just behind this man, the white thing next to the stone is the hand of a dead man. 】

[Chen Hui: anchor, stop shaking, I can't see clearly! 】

……

Wang Wei clasped the camera handle of his mobile phone tightly with both hands, tried hard to control himself not to shake, and wanted to cry but had no tears in his heart.

Qu Mingcong thought for a moment, then said to Wang Wei's mobile phone camera: "This is the south bank of Glass River in Qingjiang City. A dead body was just found. The dead person is most likely Xiao Fan, a 26-year-old massage technician from a blind massage shop on Banlan Road in Qingjiang City. Both of his parents died when he was young, he grew up in a welfare institution, received unified training and study in a school for the blind, and was introduced by an alumni to work in a massage parlor for the blind, living alone, and living a regular life—”

He paused, raised his hand and took out a business card from Wang Wei's jacket pocket, and shook it in front of the camera.

"The reason why I know so clearly is because the firm accepted an order for a commissioned investigation some time ago. The content of the investigation is to find out who the wife cheated on. After investigation, I found that the deceased had a close relationship with the client's wife in private, but considering Knowing that the deceased was a vulnerable group in society, and the client often beat his wife, out of sympathy and to avoid further expansion of the situation, this order was put on hold by me, but today I found out that Xiao Fan was missing. After investigating all the way here, I found another His body, now I reasonably suspect that the murderer is my client, I do not want to reveal his name here, I hope that those who pass by Glass River from 8:6 last night to [-]:[-] the next morning will contact the police and provide clues, thank you. "

(End of this chapter)