Strongest Worker

The sun was shining brightly. Under the breeze, the blue sea rippled with ripples.

Children in twos and threes were running and playing on the shore with their little bare feet. Their laughter mixed with the sound of the waves, just like the most beautiful note in the magnificent movement of early autumn.

This is the public beach at the foot of Baling mountain. Due to its free and open characteristics, it often attracts people near the port to play together. But after all, it is autumn, and the number of tourists is much less than before. Looking at the whole beach, there are only a few dozen people.

"Maomao, be careful not to go into the water, you know?" the young father raised his upper body from the folding bed and shouted at the small figure not far away.

"I see." the little boy called Maomao answered skillfully. He held the swimming circle around his waist with his two small hands, stepped on the beach warmed by the sun, and walked along the beach.

Maomao is seven years old this year. His small head is shaved smooth. He left a small pinch of yellow hair in the back of his head, about the length of his fingers, and was tied into a pigtail. The little guy has always been worried about his hairstyle, just because when he was at school, the tall man in the last row liked to hold his pigtail and shake it, which hurt a lot.

"How lovely." his mother always said this with his white and tender face. She didn't understand the children's mind at all.

Maomao is still young and not old enough to dare to oppose his parents, so he dare not say anything about the school.

As he walked, he turned his head and looked at the place where his parents were basking in the sun. It was not close or far from them. He stood there for a while and then climbed up the huge black reef by the beach.

The stone surface is full of holes and potholes. In the eyes of children, it is an exploration place with countless secrets.

Although Mao Mao is young, he is very flexible. He quickly climbed to the top of the reef, squatted down and looked under the rock near the sea, and then stood there.

"Lao song! Lao song!"

"Ah?" the young father opened his eyes and looked impatiently at his wife. "What are you doing?"

"Why do you look at Maomao?"

Following his wife's eyes, Lao song couldn't help glancing: "what can you do, a child, play."

"You go and watch."

"I can't use it." old song shouted, "he didn't go to the sea again. What danger can he have?"

"Gee, are you going?" the wife sat up from the folding bed and stared at her husband angrily. "What if my son stands so high and falls down?"

"Don't be fierce. I can't go yet?" Lao song got up lazily from bed and walked unsteadily towards the reef.

"Little fart, why are you running so far?" old song murmured and walked closer to the reef.

He stopped, put his hands on his hips, opened his voice and shouted, "Maomao! Maomao!"

"Maomao!" Lao song shouted again, and his tone began to be a little angry, "little rabbit, come down!"

"Oh, hey, don't be obedient. Hey." old song snorted and strode over again. He came under the reef and stared at his son's small back.

"Maomao, Maomao?"

Old song Lian shouted twice, and Mao Mao woke up like a dream and suddenly came back to his senses. He stared at Lao song with his head over his head. His face was not right.

Blinking, Lao song tilted his head and asked, "son, what are you looking at? It's coming down. Your mother won't let you stand so high."

"Dad." Maomao stood up and the swimming circle on his waist fell under his feet.

"Why are you so stunned? I'll let you down." Lao song gave a slight meal and immediately shouted, "OK, OK, you stand there. Don't move. Dad will pick you up."

Old song's voice fell, so he climbed up the stone at hand.

"Dad." Maomao shouted again, stretched out his little hand and pointed to the sea under the reef, "an aunt is floating on the water..."

"Er..." Lao song suddenly raised his head to look at Maomao and looked stunned, "what?"

...

Gangbei police station.

Ma Baoshan quickly walked out of the deputy director's office, put his hat on his head and said in a deep voice, "introduce the situation."

The policewoman staggered half a seat from Ma Baoshan quickly opened the record book with a clear voice: "The body was found an hour and a half ago on a public beach at the foot of Baling mountain. The reporter was a 35 year old man surnamed song who owned a car repair shop. According to his own information, the whole family was playing on the beach and the body was accidentally found by his seven year old son while playing. There were dozens of people at the scene, most of whom could be identified This is true. "

Ma Baoshan gently nodded his head: "introduce the situation of the dead."

"The deceased was a female, aged between 28 and 35. When she was found, she was head up in the sea water under the reef. Her clothes were new in this year's fashion week. They were valuable and should have a high social status. However, no jewelry was found. At present, the possibility that the murderer committed a crime because of money cannot be ruled out."

Turning his head, Ma Baoshan stared at the policewoman around him in surprise: "who analyzed it?"

The policewoman was embarrassed and helped the spectacle frame: "horse Bureau, women, look at this kind of things in detail. You men won't understand..."

Ma Baoshan gently tugged at the corner of his mouth: "is there anything else?"

"Oh." the policewoman regained her consciousness and quickly replied, "the dead man had blue and purple strangulation marks under his neck, died of suffocation, and his body had not been adversely violated. The forensic initially concluded that the time of death had exceeded 48 hours, and other specific contents had to wait for the anatomical results."

"No papers, wallets or anything?"

"No," said the female officer slightly, "but team Wang found a small detail."

"What?"

"The hair in the occipital region of the victim's back brain is missing. It should have been cut off with sharp tools such as scissors."

"Hair?" Ma Baoshan frowned, his face a little strange.

"Horse game! Horse game!"

Suddenly there was a cry behind him. Ma Baoshan hurriedly stepped down, turned and stared at the policeman running from the end of the corridor, "what's the matter?"

"The dispatch letter from the port supervision office! The case needs to be transferred!"

"Another investigation?" Ma Baoshan glanced impatiently and stretched out his hand to receive the investigation order. "What case do they want to transfer?"

The police officer ran to Ma Baoshan and took a hard breath. At the same time, he handed over the investigation order with both hands: "the floating corpse case in Baling mountain."

Ma Baoshan's just outstretched hand suddenly stiffened and immediately stared round his eyes: "so fast?"

After receiving the letter, Ma Baoshan looked down and glanced at it: "the response of the inspector's office is fast enough."

"Isn't it?" the policewoman interrupted, "the victim's body hasn't been pulled back to the French medical department."

The policeman nearby handed over the signature pen: "horse Bureau, you sign. The inspector's office is urgent. I have to go through the formalities now."

Ma Baoshan stared at the policeman in surprise: "your head is rusty? The inspector's office wants the chief director to sign the case. You have to find director Qi kuanqi. What do you want me to do?"

"Director Qi didn't come today." the policeman said anxiously, "I just called him and turned it off. I can only come to the deputy director to sign."

"Didn't come?" Ma Baoshan murmured something. He took the signature pen from the police officer and signed his name. "Sort out the information and hand it over to the port supervision office. Don't pull the body back. Let them change their way to the supervision office."

"Yes."

"It's a waste of time. There's no case again." Ma Baoshan stretched out his hand to wipe his forehead and turned back.

Since the last standoff, Ma Baoshan tried to avoid meeting Qi Kuan, so he didn't even know that Qi Kuan didn't come to work.

"What are you doing..." Ma Baoshan couldn't help saying to himself, "it's getting more and more abnormal recently."

Ma Baoshan opened the door of the deputy director's office. When he was about to go in, he suddenly heard a familiar voice in the corridor.

He stretched his head and glanced out. He saw Qi Kuan striding across the corridor.

"Back..." Ma Baoshan shrunk his neck and hurriedly hid into the office, looking through the probe hole on the door to the corridor.

"Qi bureau!" the policeman who asked Ma Baoshan to sign caught up with Qi Kuan, "the Port Supervision Office wanted to transfer the case. I just saw you absent, called and shut down, so I asked the Ma bureau to sign."

"HMM." Qi Kuan looked worried, answered carelessly, and walked on.

"Qi Bureau, I'll go first." after saying hello, the policeman turned and hurried away.

Just at this time, Qi Kuan suddenly stopped, turned around and asked, "what case does the inspector's office want to transfer?"

"Ah, about an hour and a half ago, a floating corpse was found on the public beach at the foot of Baling mountain. The deceased is a woman and has not been identified yet." the police officer replied casually after being slightly stunned.

Qi Kuan's body trembled fiercely and his face suddenly changed. He froze in place, his forehead dripping with cold sweat.

Seeing Qi Kuan's appearance, the policeman couldn't help looking stunned. He carefully shouted, "Qi Bureau, Qi bureau?"

Qi Kuan didn't respond at all. He stared at the wall on his side without blinking.

The policeman took two more steps closer: "Qi Ju? Are you okay?"

"Ah." Qi Kuan suddenly returned to his mind and held out his hand to the policeman, "investigation order."

"Oh, here it is."

The police officer quickly took out the investigation order and handed it over with both hands. Qi Kuan glanced coldly: "this is not in line with the procedure and can't be transferred."

The policeman suddenly turned green: "Qi Bureau, this is the inspector's office..."

"The investigation should be signed by the director. What do you mean by asking Ma Baoshan to sign?"

"Then I'll reopen it. Would you please sign it?"

"I don't have time." Qi Kuan turned his head and stared at the deputy director's office, turned and left.

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