when the moon whispers

Six accomplices in the case

Thirty-four criminal records (Part 2)

The sparse rain that barely wetted the one-third-acre area in the front yard of the city bureau turned into a splash three blocks away. The suddenly accumulated water flowed all over the street, and the bamboo broom was used to wash the road. The sanitation lady who assisted the drainage was standing next to the pile of rubbish and debris that had just been picked out from the manhole grate, holding the handle and holding her ears open to carefully identify the man who was ignited by the mud that was accidentally thrown on him. "Seasonal Limited", who spoke with increasing speed and pitch, then turned to Deputy Inspector Zou, who had just walked out of the police station with a bunch of keys, a little helplessly, and looked at the attire of the police comrade. Then she spoke as if she had something to rely on, and asked in a loud voice if she could help with the cleaning if she could pay less.

Jiang Mo wiped the steering wheel and quickly drifted across the intersection. He saw the "tripartite meeting" next to the sewer well. He put the brakes on the soles of his feet when he was far away. He bent his arms and just ordered Xiao Letian to roll down the window and said hello. He put his hands behind his back. Deputy Director Zou, who was poking at the side of the road, clattered the key chain in his hand and urged the two little melons to hurry up and drive away, so they could talk about business.

The cordon that was still tied up in the small square of the neighborhood early in the morning has now become wet and soaked in dirty water. The neighborhood where people died the day before yesterday and it rained today has finally calmed down, and the auxiliary police officers on duty can also be freed. After a long shift, I went to the two field vehicles with the doors unlocked to eat hot meals and squint for ten or twenty minutes to simply rest.

The Shanqian Bar's promotional billboard was almost placed at the intersection of the street in the neighborhood, with a note for fire protection rectification stuck here and there. The lights in the bar were all on, but it was still so dim that it was hard to open their eyes. Hu Xu and Wang Hao borrowed a small generator from somewhere and were wondering where to place the main light source.

The bar closed to cooperate with the investigation, and the security guard who was on duty throughout the day was named Wang Chao. When they first met, he grabbed Xiao Letian's arm with great discernment and said "Police Officer" to the left and "Brother Xiao" to the right. He explained the bad situation of unclear temporary employment procedures in the bar, and then put his shoulder on his shoulder and led him to the office of the resident manager. He spread all kinds of employee registration forms and personnel and financial information on the small coffee table. Qingqing waited for Officer Xiao to go through everything in detail.

Jiang Mo rubbed his nose, leaned against the door frame of the office and politely declined the twenty or thirty bottles of mineral water handed over by security guard Xiao Wang. He turned around and bumped into Huang Xingjun who had just come out of Luo Yan's room to smoke. He nodded as a greeting, strode down the steps to the first floor, then turned back a few steps thoughtfully, raised his chin at Jiang Mo, and asked, "Did you hear that?" Do you smell a strange smell in this place?"

"...I thought I heard it wrong." Jiang Mo was stretching his neck and looking at the employee information form that Xiao Letian was flipping over in his hand with no results, and gestured to him to call Luo Xian. Then he turned back dullly and followed Huang Xingjun downstairs: "Is his ventilation system turned on? I remember that when I came to the crime scene yesterday, I turned on the old-fashioned exhaust fan. There was no such obvious smell. .It smells a bit like--"

“The smell of burnt plastic.”

Huang Xingjun leaned on the back of the booth sofa facing the small dance floor, tightly packed the empty cigarette case in his hand, rubbed the lighter that could not get out a few sparks, raised his head and looked at the man sitting there Metal pipes on the roof of the shed.

"It wasn't that obvious at first. In the afternoon, my brother and I made no progress in the second survey and smoked a few cigarettes in the room. When the smell couldn't be dissipated, we turned on the ventilation system. I always feel that the smell is getting more and more obvious - but that Xiao Wang, let’s just say that their ventilation duct is broken and has not been repaired. It is probably due to the stuffy smell in the duct. Hu Xu and Wang Hao smoked and the two holes in their noses were just his uncle’s decorations, fat lumps I’m almost crying because of my torment. While you’re looking for employee information and can’t find anything for a while, help me look for it - see if you can find out where this smell comes from... I Now, I really want to tear down all the pipes on the roof of his broken shed and dig through it."

"Are the mobile phones and the woven bag that Chen Zuoyi was dragging around still missing?"

Jiang Mo held the back of his neck and raised his head when his eyes were dazzled by the sudden explosion of lights. He half-closed his eyelids and slowly looked at the sky full of stars. Then he twitched his nostrils and said in hindsight, " "Eh" said: "Is there a problem with the employee registration information?"

"I really thought the bar in front of the mountain was a clean place... But should I mention it? The warehouse behind the bar is really clean. In the semi-underground wine warehouse, you can't even touch the edges of the windows. Ash. I heard from Xiao Wang Chao that in addition to the cleaning lady cleaning up every day, they also saw that Tian'er was tortured by the playful and charming Boss Luo to the point of becoming mysophobic."

Huang Xingjun was tormented for most of the day following Chen Zuoyi's disappearing cell phone signal location and the fruitless second survey process. He drank half a bottle of coffee to refresh himself without a cigarette, raised his chin and shook his head towards Luo Yan's room. In the office with the door wide open, he sighed sadly: "There is a locked cabinet in Luo Yan's room, and there is a separate folder for employee information. Brother, it is also covered with bulletproof glass. That employee folder Who do you guess is on the first page of the transparent cover?" Jiang Mo was startled, and raised his eyebrows to test: "...Xue Yilian?"

"Boss Luo is just trying to create a customized service - it seems that the taste can be a little bigger towards the kitchen." Huang Xingjun snorted, grabbed Jiang Mo's sleeves and turned from the front of the venue into the corridor behind the scenes, doing it He sniffed loudly, and then tapped the back of his head as if he was lacking oxygen.

"Adjust the image of employees according to the preferences of target customers, and then use various means to reasonably send people into the boss's bed with excuses. Xue Yilian's original ID photo is correct, and Chen Zuoyi's preferences are also enough. Choking... But in the final analysis, even if the police intervene in a one-on-one incident without direct accusation, it is at best a matter of moral corruption... The security guard Xiao Song you are looking for is probably also in that separate folder. . I’m just not sure whether he took the initiative to surrender or was passively coerced. I called Luo Xian before you and Lotte’er arrived, and we’ll know later when someone comes over to ask—”

Jiang Mo nodded without saying anything. He frowned and sighed through his nose. He tilted his neck and looked at the air duct that turned into the back kitchen. He turned around and pushed the door in, frowning in uncertainty. With his nose, he pulled the door handle and sniffed inside and out: "Team Huang, why don't you borrow a police dog? The burnt smell from the air outlet in the corridor is quite obvious, but it seems like in the kitchen -"

yellow At the corner of the countertop, I listened hesitantly for a while, turned around, grabbed two storage boxes, put them under my feet, climbed up and hung up the ventilation duct, and raised my hand to explore the black oil that had just dripped out of the welding gap. After twisting it twice and snorting coldly, he stretched out his arms and put his fingers in front of Jiang Mo's nose.

"The smell of burnt plastic. And—"

Jiang Mo thought for a moment and raised his eyebrows very high.

"...the blood stains are not completely dried, and the smell is rusty and rotten."

"80% of the items from the first crime scene and the fake corpse dumping scene are here."

Huang Xingjun breathed a sigh of relief first, then turned to look at Hu Xu and Wang Hao, who was looking over, and smiled bitterly.

"Okay, here comes a big job. Copy it and dismantle it."

Due to work and health reasons, I will be working on another day~

"The sky is pale with sparse flowers, clouds come and go, and a few branches of snow."