What's in the depths II

"Couldn't you go to a writer's training class for further study?"

"I'm not talking about the writing style." Su Wenyu gave him a white look, "The scene is so detailed, it's as if he experienced it himself and reproduced it."

"Writing, what you need is a sense of substitution. Yangchun Baixue's writing style has long been unpopular." Yunqian said, starting the car.

Back at the police station, there was a stylized introduction of newcomers, a stylized warm greeting, and a stylized reception, everything seemed orderly.

That's right, it's not unusual for a newcomer to come these days, it's just a good reason for them to get together and eat something good.

After drinking and eating, everyone drank about the same and staggered around drunkenly. The task of escorting these drunks home fell to Yun Qian, the only poor little guy who didn't drink.

When Yu Yuan was happy, he took off his shoes in the car again, which caused a rancid smell in the car. Yun Qian finally endured it and went to Yu Yuan's house, and carried the drunk Yu Yuan to knock on the door. When his wife came out, he grabbed Yu Yuan Then he thanked Yunqian with a smile, dragged Yu Yuan in, and slammed the door shut.

Back in the car, Yunqian picked up the air freshener on the side and started spraying wildly, trying to cover up the smell of hot eyes.

There is one drunk in the backseat, that is Comrade Xiao Su who just joined Xingdao today, who is so narcissistic that even Hua Linglong is ashamed of himself.

He didn't dislike the stink anymore, he was lying there in a strange posture, still shouting in his mouth: "Don't fall in love with me, I beg you to hit me, scold me, just... don't like me, no result."

Yun Qian was about to vomit, so he immediately turned on the music, started the car, and planned to send the drunk back.

But the drunk jumped up, grabbed the driver's seat and kept shouting: "Stop, stop, I want to take a pee."

"There's no bathroom nearby, we'll deal with it when we go home." Yun Qian didn't listen to him, put the gear on, kicked the accelerator and blasted out.

"I really can't hold it anymore! Stop!" Su Wenyu simply used both hands and feet, leaned over from the back seat, grabbed Yunqian's hair and began to pluck.

After being caught by him, Yunqian screamed again and again, and quickly found a roadside to stop the car, unlocked the car, and waved his hands: "Go, go, it's annoying."

Su Wenyu opened the car door, stumbled out of the car, his body was almost shaking into a social dance, and he started to look for the toilet while swaying from side to side.

Yunqian took a deep breath, put down the seat, opened the skylight, looked at the stars in the night sky, and stared blankly.

At two o'clock in the morning, the streets were empty. The clock in the square struck twice dully. The owl perched on the clock tilted its head and let out a "cuckoo" twice, then flapped its wings and disappeared into the darkness. .

Yunqian just stared blankly at the starry sky, his upper and lower eyelids began to fight.

Feeling sleepy, he opened his mouth and let out a big yawn.

A loud noise exploded in his ears, and Yunqian's yawn just got half stuck in his throat, choking him to cough.

Looking for the reputation, just when Yunqian scolded someone with short eyes who came here to find trouble, his huge face was pressed against the car glass, his pupils were wide open, and he knocked on the window desperately.

Yun Qian shivered in fright, and after seeing the person coming, he quickly opened the car window and leaned out: "Brother, your brain is filled with dung in the soil, don't you know that the scary people at night will scare people to death?"

And the instigator, Comrade Su Wenyu, was opening his big eyes, panting heavily, and pointing his trembling fingers behind him, looking at that posture, he was completely awake:

"Over there, over there, there is..."

As he spoke, he swallowed his saliva in horror.

"Why, did you meet a pimp?"

"No, no, shit, I don't know if I'm hallucinating when I'm drunk."

Feelings, you still know that you are drunk.

Yunqian rolled his eyes.

"I think I saw a monster?"

When Yunqian heard this, his small face immediately twisted into a ball: "Please, can you be a little new, I've seen a ghost, I've seen a monster, my ears are almost callused from hearing such words."

Su Wenyu didn't have much sex with him, and directly opened the car door and dragged him out of the car.

"With all due respect, you look more like a monster now." Yun Qian was dragged by him reluctantly all the way to the alley.

"Really." As he spoke, Su Wenyu shook his head, "Wearing a white wedding dress, no hair."

"No discrimination against bald people."

"No facial features yet." Su Wenyu held Yunqian tightly with both hands, sticking behind him like a frightened little quail.

"Aren't you people who study folklore superstitious? How could there be such a thing? Is it because the stage actors rushed home before taking off their makeup in time?"

While talking, the two came to the place where Su Wenyu said they saw the monster.

Looking from a distance, under the cold moonlight, a lump of white unknown object fell at the entrance of the alley. I couldn't tell what it was, but it was still twitching rhythmically.

Yun Qian, who kept yelling that Su Wenyu was hallucinating from drinking too much, didn't dare to speak at this time, he swallowed, and moved on tiptoe to the unknown object.

When I got closer, I found that the white thing was indeed a wedding dress, and it was dirty, with mud and water on it.

Yunqian squatted down, picked up a branch from the side and poked at the lump of white wedding dress, but accidentally poked a soft, meat-like touch.

He was shocked, and hurried over to pull off the wedding dress, and what he saw was an extremely weird face.

As Su Wenyu said, there is no hair, no facial features, not to say that there are no facial features, but the facial features have been sewn up, the bridge of the nose and lips have been cut off, there are many stitches on the top of the head and neck, and the stitches are twisted. It looked like an old puppet, but unexpectedly none of the stitches were bleeding.

Yunqian gasped, and subconsciously took two steps back.

Su Wenyu clutched his head and leaned against the wall in pain, took out his cell phone and called the police.

Not long after, the alarm bell rang, and the Criminal Investigation Division quickly dispatched officers on duty, and unexpectedly, An Yan was among them.

The sound of the alarm bell attracted many residents to go downstairs to check the situation. They couldn't sleep, they gathered together in pajamas and slippers and whispered together, and even many timid ones cried and vomited immediately.

The police cordoned off the group of onlookers.

"What's the situation, who is the first witness?" Section Chief Xu of the Criminal Investigation Division asked.

Yun Qian hurriedly pushed Su Wenyu out who was still in shock: "It's him."

Section Chief Xu took a look at the dull boy: "Who is this, your friend?"

"Our new recruits are relatively timid and haven't adapted yet."

The other police officers were busy collecting evidence at the scene, while An Yan squatted on one knee next to the corpse, looking through the corpse.

"When you saw her, was she dead or alive?"

Su Wenyu turned back blankly: "Live, live..."

"That is to say, the deceased died within 10 minutes?"

Su Wenyu still looked blankly, nodded: "Big, probably..."

Seeing the other's hopeless appearance, Yunqian shook his head helplessly, and patted him on the shoulder: "You go to the car to rest first, and I'll be in charge here."

Accompanied by several other colleagues, Su Wenyu got into the police car, his eyes wandered without focus, and he seemed really frightened.

Although Yunqian said that he was worthless, he felt that there was nothing he could do about it. The best way for them to assist in handling cases was to sit down in the police station and make suggestions or use what he had learned to help analyze the case. He came from the police academy, but not all of them have such strong psychological qualities. Let alone him, I vomited when I saw the corpse for the first time. Thinking about it this way, he is indeed a little stronger than myself?

Yun Qian turned around and walked to An Yan, took the gloves from the police officer and put them on, covered his nose and asked:

"Did you see anything?"

An Yan didn't raise his head and said in a cold voice: "The deceased was wearing a white wedding dress and six centimeter high heels. The shoes looked like they had just been bought or worn for the first time. The soles of the shoes were relatively clean. The path they traveled should not be long, and the body There is no blood on the sutures of the trauma, the palms of the hands are also clean, and there are no traces of fighting, so... it is rather strange."

Yunqian turned his head: "It's not strange."

"There is no blood, which is not in line with common sense."

"Maybe the blood was wiped away."

An Yan shook his head:

"Even if it's wiped off, there's blood on the cotton thread in these stitches, but in fact, the cotton thread is clean, so that's what's weird. There's no blood coming down, and if the person didn't die from bleeding, it's the heart. Sudden arrest or death due to severe poisoning, but her mouth was sewn up, and it is impossible to judge whether the deceased was poisoned before her death by smell, and she needs to be sent to the autopsy room for further testing of the real cause of death."

Yunqian nodded: "And if there is a little dirt on the sole of the shoe, then this is definitely not the scene of the first crime."

An Yan glanced at him, as if he felt that this conclusion was mentally handicapped.

"This is not the scene of the first crime, but it is true that the scene of the first crime is near here."

An Yan stood up, waved his hand, and motioned for the police officers to carry the body into the police car.

Seeing that An Yan was done with his work for the time being, Yun Qian cautiously leaned over: "Soon, do you want to go back to the forensic department?"

An Yan took off his gloves and threw them into the evidence bag: "That's inevitable."

"But it's already three o'clock in the morning, can you survive?"

"If you can't bear it, you have to endure it. The longer it is delayed, the worse it will be for the body test." An Yan looked very tired when he said this, and his voice was hoarse.

"Then...shall I make coffee for you?"

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