Heavenly Master, I have a different world.

Chapter 2 Family
"Name?"

"Fangzheng."

"gender?"

"……male."

"age?"

"Officer, I remember that I am not a prisoner under trial?" A slightly helpless voice sounded.

"Uh..." Officer Lin, who was sitting upright, had a slightly stiff expression, stopped what he was doing, raised his head and smiled at the man in front of him:

"Sorry, I'm used to it, are you here to claim the corpse?"

"Yes." Fangzheng nodded, his eyelashes covered his eyes, and his expression was dull, making it impossible to see the specific mood swings.

"Your relationship with the dead?"

"Fang Jian is my uncle."

"Uncle..." Police officer Lin had investigated the situation of the deceased, so he was not surprised:
"You should be the only relative of the deceased right now?"

"..." Fangzheng hesitated for a moment:
"Yes."

In fact, uncle Fang Jian was married in his early years and had a couple of children, but after the divorce, the children were awarded to the woman, and the two parties have lost contact since then.

That was a long time ago. In Fangzheng's memory, his aunt's appearance has long been blurred.

"This way."

After regaining consciousness, he followed Police Officer Lin and walked along the long, narrow and dark passageway, with the bright and dark lights above as a foil, and only the sound of heavy and light footsteps echoed in his ears.

The death of a loved one is still lingering in his mind, which makes Fangzheng not in the mood to pay attention to other things.

"Fangzheng."

The key was swaying flexibly on his fingers, and Officer Lin seemed to ask casually:
"Do you know what your uncle does?"

"I know." Fangzheng said:

"Uncle rented a shop in Qilipu to buy and sell antiques, and also made porcelain. Our Fang family has supported our family by making porcelain since the generation of our great-grandfather."

Speaking of this, there is inevitably a little pride in the voice.

The reputation of their Fang family's century-old porcelain family cannot be faked!

of course.

Qushi is known as the capital of porcelain, and there are quite a few porcelain families here that have been passed down for hundreds of years. The Fang family is just one of them, and they have long since fallen into disrepair.

It is said that the ancestors prospered for a period of time, but the juniors were ineffective. Uncle Fang Jian has worked hard for decades but failed to make a good appearance. He even rented the facade.

As for Fangzheng...

Even since I was a child, I haven't developed to this level.

"Porcelain making..." Officer Lin was noncommittal and continued to ask:
"Did your uncle make some... not so good friends?"

"No." Fangzheng frowned.

Although the uncle Fang Jian is tall and powerful, he is actually simple and honest, and he is not good at speaking, so it is impossible to make friends with messy people.

Now said in a deep voice:
"My uncle is a good man!"

"Really?" Officer Lin turned his back to Fang Zheng, curled his lips when he heard this, and said slowly:

"Don't look at the corpse for now, first look at the photos of the scene at that time, and if you think it is acceptable, then go to check the corpse."

As he said that, he knocked on a small door on the side, and asked for a stack of photos from the person inside.

Fangzheng took it, his face turned pale the moment he lowered his head.

"According to the forensic examination, the deceased died between [-]:[-] p.m. and [-]:[-] p.m. on July [-]rd, and died of excessive blood loss."

Officer Lin said:
"The deceased was besieged by several people armed with sharp weapons. Judging from the wounds, there were at least five types of weapons. Among them, a long knife pierced through the abdomen and remained at the scene."

Speaking of which, his voice paused slightly.

Even if the waist and abdomen of the human body are soft parts, it is not easy to pierce them with a single knife. This requires not only great strength, but also certain skills.

Even the well-informed police officers are bound to be surprised.

Fang Zheng was looking at the murder weapon in the photo.

In modern society, it is rare to see this kind of long knife shaped like a horizontal knife. The blade is wide, the head is tilted, the front is sharp and the back is slanted, and there is a guard between the handle and the blade.

The blade is sharp.

You can tell at a glance that this is not an exquisite exhibit, but a real killing weapon!
In the photo, apart from the murder weapon, it was the uncle's body. The bloody scene was like a heavy blow to him who had just entered the society, and his heart was blocked for a while.

"There are fingerprints on the handle of the knife, but the murderer has not been found yet." Officer Lin shook his head and continued:

"The deceased had no relatives by his side, and his relationship with neighbors was average. It was already the third day after the death that the body was found."

"The strange thing is that apart from the wounds on the deceased's body, nothing around him was damaged, so we suspect that the first scene of the murder was not at the residence, but it is also very strange that the murderer killed someone and brought the body back but left behind the murder weapon." Hard to explain."

He said with doubts and incomprehension on his face.

Fang's face was tense, the veins on the back of his hands were bulging, and his heart was filled with grief and indignation. His eyes were already red, and he asked in a hoarse voice:

"Why would someone want to kill my uncle?"

"It hasn't been found out yet." Officer Lin leaned forward, with a sense of scrutiny:

"But before the deceased was killed, he took out high-interest loans from some people and bought some contraband that could kill people."

"Including things like bows and crossbows..."

Buying a large amount of contraband that can kill people, and being surrounded and killed with sharp weapons, this kind of situation will not happen to 'ordinary people'.

Fangzheng was taken aback.

In his impression, Uncle Fang was honest and dull, even if he was a little cautious, he would never dare to do anything illegal.

Immediately said:
"This is impossible!"

"My uncle is a good man! Even if you want to buy these... there is no other choice!"

Having said that, he was inevitably a little flustered.

Since entering university, Fangzheng hasn't been back much. Even during the holidays, he often has to do some odd jobs to earn money. A few years may not cause a person's personality to change drastically.

"Maybe." Officer Lin shrugged and asked at the same time:
"Have you talked to your uncle on the phone recently? Did he say anything?"

Fangzheng opened his mouth, but stopped talking.

He suddenly remembered that one night a few days ago, he did receive a call from his uncle just after he was busy at the venue.

At that time, I was sleepy and tired, and I just wanted to lie on the bed and have a good sleep, so I hung up the phone after a few perfunctory words.

Come to think of it now...

At that time, the uncle's voice was extremely excited, as if he had discovered something extraordinary, but he didn't take it to heart.

"Uncle said that he has a way to make a fortune recently!"

Fang turned pale and murmured:

"I need to rest well, don't rush the night shift, and pay attention to my body, we will have a good life in the future."

"Oh!" Officer Lin's eyes lit up:
"Did he say what the specific channel is?"

"No." Fangzheng lowered his head, trying not to let himself cry:

"But uncle will never do bad things."

"..." Officer Lin touched his chin thoughtfully, and waited for Fangzheng to calm down a bit before saying:
"Do you want to see the body?"

"I would like to remind you in advance that the dead body is much more powerful than the photo. The situation of your uncle at that time made many police officers unacceptable."

"Look." Fangzheng took a deep breath:

"Police officer, please lead the way."

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"Fang Jian's family?"

"Yes."

"Come, sign here."

A claim form with densely written words was handed out from the window. Fangzheng, who was immersed in grief, just glanced at the terms on it casually, and signed his name without checking the things.

"Give!"

The package is not big and there are not many things.

In addition to the mobile phone that is already familiar with the pulp, it is just some personal items, bracelets, cards and the like...

And a rusty bracelet.

"Thank you!"

After thanking him, Fangzheng walked out of the door with the package in his arms like a walking dead. The warm sunlight fell on his body, making him squint subconsciously, covering his eyes with one hand and looking up.

The scorching sun hangs high, but it can't warm the coolness in my heart.

"Hey!"

a long time.

With a sigh, Fangzheng stepped forward.

(End of this chapter)