Dressed as a mystery novel victim

"There are several deep wounds on the back of the hand. During this period of time, don't move your fingers too much to avoid the sutures from bursting..." the nurse told me while applying the medicine.

Yang Qingshui shook his hands, which were three times thicker than before, "Have you ever seen someone use pig's trotters to play the piano, or use pig's trotters to pick up vegetables? Not to mention the fingers can't move, they can't move at all."

The nurse smiled, "It was wrapped like this on purpose, your hands can't get wet, so be a person who opens your mouth for a meal during this time."

At this moment, Lin Zhilu came over from the other end of the emergency room.

When the explosion happened, he carried a fire extinguisher to fight the fire. The flames burned his arm, and he went to the hospital with Yang Qingshui.One sleeve of Lin Zhilu's sweater was cut off, revealing half of his arm, which was only covered with a leather jacket.

Seeing Lin Zhilu walking in a "trend" dress, Yang Qingshui grinned: "If you look like this, others will think that you are a fool who came to the hospital for a catwalk. Fortunately, I smell burnt bacon on your body."

Lin Zhilu lowered his head and glanced at his "braised pig's trotters". He didn't say anything, but his eyes showed everything.

The electric box explosion affected a small area, and the number of injured people was not many. Most of them were skin cuts by glass, and some even resolved themselves without going to the hospital.

Only the repairman who was closest to the electric box suffered burns of more than 80%. The deadliest explosion almost happened head-on. His eyeballs were burned by the high temperature, and his ears and nose might not be preserved. He is still being rescued in the intensive care unit.

Yang Qingshui: "What did your colleagues say just now?"

"Preliminarily, it is believed that the private pulling of the wires and improper operation caused the accident."

The tragedy caused by the safety hazard...it happened as a matter of course, if Yang Qingshui hadn't written this paragraph in his novel, maybe he would have thought the same way.

He knew all too well how the explosion had happened.

One of the boxes of the substation box was filled with explosives, and the fuze was attached behind the handle of the lock cabinet. The whole substation box was like a grenade. When the cabinet door was opened, the striker ignited the fire, and then exploded.

It is not difficult to kill a person, but it is difficult to erase the evidence and create an accident.

A small amount of explosives knocked the man down, making him lose the ability to escape from the scene, and then the substation box burned and exploded, and the maintenance workers fell into the flames, but they could not escape.Even when he was admitted to the hospital to check his injuries, his fatal injuries were consistent with accidental burns.

At the same time as the murder, the evidence is also destroyed. Fuzes and firing pins are small objects, and everything around them will be burnt to black in a fire.

The balloon ball suspended in mid-air just blocked the roadside surveillance and blocked the video of the murderer doing his hands and feet in the electric box.The balloon is a bit abrupt, but it doesn't matter. As long as everyone preconceives it as an accident, all witnesses will prove that the death has nothing to do with murder.

The story in the book was practiced and turned into a real murder. Yang Qingshui had a strange feeling in his heart. If it really developed like a novel, the murderer behind the case would not be one person, but the entire killer organization.

Seeing Qing Yangshui's restrained and unscrupulous expression, lost in thought, Lin Zhilu frowned slightly, and the name "Sixth Sense of God" with a touch of middle school lingered in his mind.

Suddenly, Yang Qingshui raised his head and asked, "Will you take over this case?"

Lin Zhilu was suspicious, "This is an accident, not within the scope of criminal investigation."

Yang Qingshui rolled his eyes in his heart: I have been so obvious, I kept showing intelligent doubts under your nose, and even asked, so you can't show your subjective initiative, check it out?

Finding Yuanye last time was already very suspicious. Yang Qingshui can't pretend to be a detective every time, touch the brim of his deer hunting hat, and tell the truth that there is only one, right?

Yang Qingshui pretended to be innocent, "Oh, but when I was drinking with you, I happened to see a person sneaking past the transformer box. It didn't take long for an accident to happen. It's a bit strange."

"Really? What clothes is he wearing, how tall is he above the transformer box, and how long has he stayed there?" Lin Zhilu stared at him.

Hey, why is it different from what you imagined?

"Well..." Yang Qingshui leaned back and gave a hearty and pretentious smile, "I think I can't see things clearly at night, which is commonly known as night blindness. I must have misread it hahaha."

Okay, this acting skill is not worth a dime.

From the top of the head to the heels, Lin Zhilu scanned the person in front of him like an X-ray, trying to analyze the degree of thick-skinnedness that is inversely proportional to the poor acting skills, and finally sighed and gave up: "Let's go, I'll take you home."

The night scene flew by quickly, and Yang Qingshui crossed his arms, thinking about what should happen next.

Three days later, a traffic accident occurred on Sifang Street in which a van hit a passerby.

The van failed to brake at high speed and ran over a 24-year-old woman at the intersection to death. The driver had a drinking and driving record and was charged with causing death in a traffic accident. Brakes were tried, but the car was out of control and rushed towards the deceased.

A week later, broken body parts were found in different places in the city center, and the forensic examination confirmed that they belonged to the same person.

After the police traced it, Captain Lin, who was "wise and mighty", quickly closed the case: the deceased intended to smuggle, hid the landing gear of the plane, froze to death at an altitude of [-] meters, was thrown out of the wheel well, and the body hit the signal tower and shattered into pieces. Accident.

Then there is the climax of the plot, when the detective comes on stage, finds out the suspicious points from the seemingly accident, and peels off cocoons.

The three unrelated cases coincidentally point to the iceberg under the deep sea. The detective is lonely and courageous, single-handedly finds out the killer organization behind the scenes, and slaps the self-righteous policeman Lin Zhilu in the face by the way.

Thinking of this, Yang Qingshui looked to the side - this stupid little supporting role specially used as a foil, who knew nothing about the sad future, was concentrating on driving.

"You've been staring at me for a long time." Feeling Yang Qingshui's gaze full of compassion, Lin Zhilu finally couldn't help it, "Do you have something to say?"

Yang Qingshui turned his head, "It's nothing. I remembered a saying, life is the ocean, and only those with a strong will can reach the other shore. For a person like me, it's probably a zongzi to feed fish after entering the water."

For some inexplicable words, Lin Zhilu looked at him, then at his pig's trotters, and suddenly said, "I'll pick you up for dinner tomorrow morning."

The two of them were at odds with each other, "..." Which word you just said showed that he was hungry?

"The nurse said, it's best not to move your hands too often." When the car turned into Rainbow Street, Lin Zhilu glanced at the dilapidated apartment sign and frowned, "I remember you said that you have no relatives or friends in Gaoqiao City."

Then he has no shortage of babysitters... Especially Lin Zhilu, who constantly controls the interrogation state. After getting along for a long time, he found that Lin Zhilu is very sensitive, and he can quickly catch a small loophole, and he can't hide secrets from him.

Yang Qingshui hurriedly waved his hands, "I won't go out tomorrow, so I won't trouble you." After speaking as if nothing had happened, he fled quickly with two big pig hands.

He almost bumped into someone when he went upstairs, and Yang Qingshui paused when he raised his head to say sorry.

The man's face was sallow, his head bowed and his waist shrunk, but his expression was frighteningly gloomy.When he passed by, he smelled a strange sour smell, and looked at him subconsciously, but he rushed down in three steps at a time, only to vaguely see that all ten of his fingers were chapped, revealing mottled pale yellow.

Going up the stairs, the sound effects of the game are played through the speakers, and the whole floor is full of the joyful atmosphere of Fat Landlord Fighting Landlords.Seeing Yang Qingshui come back, she raised her eyelids as a way of saying hello.

He went over to inquire, "The person who came down just now is also a tenant here?"

"Hehe..." The landlord laughed. He didn't know whether it was because of the victory or something, but he never looked up at Yang Qingshui. "He, the murderer who lives upstairs."