Start With Lifting The Restrictions

Start With Lifting The Restrictions Chapter 64

2021-10-16

Chapter 64 Clues

Slap——

A crisp slap sounded.

Outside the gate of the Central Police Station, a hooligan with colorful hair covered his head and looked at a fat-faced middle-aged fatty behind him, with an expression of anger that dared not speak .

"What are you looking at, be careful next time!"

With a flat head and a face full of fat, this hooligan dared to look at him before meeting him, raise him up He kicked the back of the gangster's ass again, and said with a displeased face, "Hurry up."

The hooligan with colorful hair touched the kicked ass and lowered his head. Still didn't dare to make a sound.

"You don't learn well at a young age, and you are a young and dangerous boy."

Feisha moved towards the flowerbed next to him, spit out thick phlegm, and reached out to take it out of his jacket pocket. Out of a pack of cigarettes, Tailielie clicked one, and stood in front of the police station, breathing heavily.

"Hey, Sha sir, how leisurely are you today?" A passing military uniform greeted him with a smile when he saw the fat sand smoking at the door.

"I just put a hooligan on it, it's not too happy, come out and get some air." Feisha raised his head, crossed his legs, and waved his hands casually.

"That's right, I often want to catch ten or eight when I patrol the streets."

The military uniform passing by looked at the fat sand and echoed with a smile. , nodded, "You breathe slowly, go first."

Feisha didn't bother to say hello when he watched people leave. He was just a little police officer, several times worse than his plainclothes police chief. level.

"Police officer."

After smoking a cigarette, Feisha yawned, stretched out, and was about to return to the police station when suddenly a voice came out. It sounded in his ear.

Feisha seemed startled by the sound, turned his head and looked beside him, and saw a young man beside him at some point, he said ill-humoredly: "What?! Ah!"

"I want to ask where the bodies of victims of general homicides should be found?"

Yang Chu looked calmly at the plainclothes policeman in front of him with a bad look, asked the voice lightly.

His eyes fell on the certificate hanging on the other side's chest - the anti-black group, Jiang Wensha.

"Who you are? Go to the first floor to report the case..." Fat Sha's face full of savage flesh was full of impatience. , But halfway through the words, the voice suddenly weakened.

He felt the hairs on the back of his head stand up, and the air around him seemed to be cooling down.

"Shortly... in the short term, I will stop at the public mortuary in Central, where there is a morgue dedicated to the police station." Fei Sha dared not look towards Yang Chu, and said quickly, turning his head and walking away moved towards the police station gate.

Just arrived at the gate of the police station, Feisha's footsteps suddenly stopped again, as if came back to his senses, and said to himself: "en? Strange, I'm in front of the police station, What are you afraid of?!"

He turned his head to look at the open area outside the gate, and found that the young man he saw earlier had disappeared.

"I won't go to hell?!" Feisha shuddered for no reason, and hurriedly moved towards the police station and ran inside.

Up to his desk, Feisha sat blankly at the desk, as if he still didn't understand what was going on in front of him.

"Feisha, there's something going on over there in Kowloon. Your group will come with me."

At this time, outside the office area, a voice shouted at Feisha road.

"Yes, Atou." Fei Sha quickly got up and agreed with a smile on his face, but when he lowered his head, he suddenly realized that his documents had gone somewhere.

…

Central Public Mortuary.

A remote area not too far from the Central Police Station.

A three-meter-high wall surrounds the entire mortuary. The edges of the two iron gates are written in large characters: "The mortuary is heavy, and idlers are not allowed to enter."

However, the iron gate is open, and no one is guarding it. Normally, in such a place, except for family members and some special personnel, almost no one will approach.

Yang Chu walked into the mortuary and came to the counter in the lobby on the first floor.

Sitting behind the counter is a middle-aged man in white clothed black pants and a tie, with sparse hair and a high forehead, with his feet on his feet, sitting boredly flipping through a book. Dragon-Tiger Leopard Magazine.

knock knock ——

Yang Chu tapped the counter top with his fingers.

"Huh?!"

The middle-aged man with sparse hair seemed startled by the sound, he quickly put down his feet, sat up straight, and rolled up the magazine in his hand. , tucked under the counter.

When he looked up and saw Yang Chu's appearance, he seemed to be slightly sighed in relief, and immediately raised his arrogance again, "Hey, who you are, you can't run around here."

"Where is Liu Xu's body?" Yang Chu looked around, his voice cold.

"Which department are you in?" the thin-haired middle-aged man asked aloud.

Yang Chu shook the document that he had passed along earlier.

"Anti-gangsters, come over and sign, the family members here need authorization..."

What else did the thin-haired middle-aged man want to talk about, Yang Chu suddenly became impatient. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the opponent's neck. With a slight force with his fingers, the middle-aged man in charge of the mortuary rolled his eyes and passed out.

Yang Chu threw the administrator back to his seat and walked to the counter to search for the archives.

"No. 143, Zone C, Negative 1st Floor."

Soon, Yang Chu found his name on the storage register in recent days.

All the way down to the negative first floor, Yang Chu met two security guards walking towards him on the way. He basically didn't bother to talk about it. Before the two could react, he knocked them out and threw them aside.

Below the first floor, the cold and damp air is mixed with the strong smell of disinfectant.

Yang Chu found the room in Zone C according to the location marked on the roster. It was a slightly empty room with no decoration at all, with a white wall and a metal wall cabinet with a faint cold air on the other.

A light sound of crash-bang, Yang Chu pulled mortuary No. 143 out of the metal wall cabinet.

White's body bag suffused the chill.

Yang Chu reached out and unzipped the body bag and saw the familiar face.

He stood quietly at the edge of the morgue for a while, when he suddenly noticed the frayed scars on the sides and sides of Fishhead's mouth.

Yang Chu's eyes sharpened.

He pulled the body bag all the way open and glanced at Fishhead's wrists and ankles.

The corpse had already been rested in the mortuary. Yang Chu checked it carefully and immediately found many clues.

There is a clear bruise on the forehead, which should be the fatal wound that caused Fishhead's death, but there are bruises and broken skin on his wrists and ankles.

The temperature in the mortuary is very low, but at this moment, the temperature around Yang Chu seems to have frozen into ice.

Before he saw the wounds on Fishhead's body, he thought that Fishhead was a rival for love caused by picking up girls again, and he was provoking right and wrong.

Things like this, the first time he met Fishhead, was convenient. I also heard a few times later on the set, Fishhead and some Dragon-Tiger Martial Master fighting for the girls or something like that.

But when he saw Fishhead's wound, with his current insight and understanding of the human body, he easily found the problem.

"Brother Xu, have a good rest."

Yang Chu reached out and patted Fishhead's forehead lightly, re-zipped the body bag, and pushed the morgue in again.

Leaving the public mortuary, Yang Chu returned to the Central Police Station.

At this time, the sky was getting dark, and there were many off-duty officers coming and going at the gate of the police station.

Yang Chu waited outside the Central Police Station for about an hour. After many people in the entire police station had finished work, he slipped in.

On his chest hangs the plainclothes ID he met at the gate of the police station. With his excellent perception and extraordinary response, he avoided the crowd all the way.

At this time, it was already the end of get off work, and there were not many people in the police station.

In the dark dock, he can easily touch the well-trained 701 troop members. In such an environment, as long as he is not attracting attention with great fanfare, few people can notice it. his presence.

When he came across some surveillance areas, he basically got stuck and walked away quickly.

He first went to the serious crime team. There was also a police officer on duty in the serious crime team. After Yang Chu knocked people unconscious, he began to swipe in many seats and in the case files. After rummaging, I finally found the Fishhead case file.

The confession of the suspect who turned himself in was very simple. A little quarrel caused a fight. Under the scuffle, he smashed Fishhead's head with a wine bottle.

After reading the dossier, Yang Chu did not stay in the serious crime team for a long time, turned around and moved towards the detention room of the Central Police Station.

The detention room of the Central Police Station is located in a separate area of the police station office building. It borrows a part of the space building of the Victoria Prison at the back. It is closed by layers of iron doors, and there are surveillance cameras on both sides. camera.

Yang Chu stood outside the monitoring distance, took out a few thumb-sized pebbles from his pocket, raised his hand and flicked the camera to the side.

From an angle that the surveillance cameras couldn't capture, Yang Chu calmly walked to the door of the detention room, knocked on the iron door, and led the guards to him.

Still shaking the documents in his hand, he asked some information about the detainees. The guarding police officer didn't care much at first, but looked at Yang Chu's eyes and asked Yang Chu's identity and requirements. Seeing the documents clearly, I gradually became alert.

Yang Chu shot quickly, knocked the person unconscious again through the iron door, quickly took out the key from the opponent to open the door, then helped the person back to his seat, and entered the detention room like this.

Bangdang——

The door of a single felon closest to the inner side of the detention room opened.

Yang Chu walked into the room and looked at a silhouette curled up on a simple single bed,

"Cen Fada?" The arriving name shouted.

"Sir, how many times do you want me to say that it was the cross-eyed who provoked me first. He bumped into my wine, and I accidentally got into a fight with him..."

The silhouette on the single bed was woken up by Yang Chu, and she seemed to have strong impatience. She shook her head and slowly sat up straight.

It is a youngster in his twenties, with a thin body, heavy eye bags, and uncut hair, which makes him look extremely disheveled.

Yang Chu can tell at a glance that this is an addict.

"Are you Cenfada?" Yang Chu asked again.

"Yeah." Youngster yawned and replied again with a sleepy face.

"Very good."

Yang Chu nodded, suddenly stretched out his hand and pinched the other party unconscious, followed by pulling him up and carrying him on his shoulders, and walked out of the door of the detention room .

(end of this chapter)