Dressed as a mystery novel victim

Leaning on crutches and wrapping his hands, in order to cover the blood-red fingerprints on his face, Yang Qingshui put on a medical mask and walked through the crowded streets, looking even more perverted now.

In order to reduce the pointing people on the road, I simply got into a taxi.

The person he was looking for was Yu Xian.

Yu Xian haunts the northern suburbs, but is not a member of the elite.He is a contract gardener dispatched by a cleaning company. His daily job is to weed, drain and cut branches for employers with large gardens at home.

Yu Xian knew much more about his situation than Du Rou did. He knew he was in danger, but when he heard Yang Qingshui's intention, his face turned pale for a while.

He swore to Yang Qingshui that he would never tell if he died, and he didn't understand why the bishop still refused to believe him.

That afternoon, he went to the manor where the bishop lived as usual, watering and spraying the plants.While trimming the roses by the wall, he heard a suppressed moan coming from inside, full of provocative lust.The religious leaders of Takahashi City lived there, and the voice was too intriguing, and his curiosity prompted him to move closer to the window.

Through the glazed window, he stared at the holy chapel. The bishop and two other seventeen or eighteen-year-old boys were lying naked on the floor and sheets, and they were...

One of the boys brushed his shoulder-length hair and was sitting on his back with his elbows on the ground. At this time, his gaze turned to the light leak by the window, and his eyes suddenly opened wide.

Oops.Yu Xian's heart sank, his muscles tensed, he turned and ran away from the manor.

When he ran to the half slope, he turned around and saw that the curtains of the glazed window had been fully opened, and the bishop was naked from the upper body, and his eyes were fixed on him.

Although it was written by Yang Qingshui himself, the scene of "fist to the flesh" is too much... He pursed his lips hard and pulled back his stiff cheeks, "You know that man's status is higher than that of Mayor Takahashi?" Still tall?"

"Of course I know that I will bring the secret into the coffin, but what's the use of saying this now?" Yu Xian's gloomy face shed tears, whether it was fear or despair.

Yang Qingshui handed over the paper towels and the small advertising card of Rainbow Apartment, and said, "From now on, you must cut off all contact with your relatives and friends, for the safety of your life and for theirs. Stay in this apartment for the time being, and do nothing else. Go out, and I will solve the rest of the trouble for you. Remember my words, you are going to die, if you can live one day, try to live one more day."

Yu Xian took the card and looked at the person who was younger than him by more than ten years in great surprise. He couldn't understand why he had to run around for him?

"Just treat me as a volunteer, and love the Gaoqiao City Volunteer Association." Yang Qingshui said, "My job is to sweep up and shovel the rubbish."

Yu Xian gripped the small advertisement tightly, and nodded because he didn't understand.

When Yang Qingshui called and asked him for a safe house while licking his face, Lin Zhilu's face was dark.

Controlling the urge to turn over the table, he asked, "Why?"

"Well, it's a bit hard to describe..." Is it from the perspective of forbidden love, or from the perspective of religion and sex?

Lin Zhilu: "You want to rent out the safe house?"

"..." This person misunderstood him too deeply.

After hesitating for a while, for Yu Xian's safety, Yang Qingshui still told the whole story about the bishop's murder. "After all, you are a policeman. You should know that religious leaders don't move. If you don't help, this gardener's life is almost over."

"How do you know this?" Lin Zhilu asked.

Yang Qingshui: "He told me."

Lin Zhilu: "Why you?"

"Maybe the detective agency is well-known, so they knew they were looking for me." Yang Qingshui said nonsense and waved his hand, "Stop asking, asking is the god of reasoning."

After finishing speaking, the other end of the phone rattled, as if the microphone was being dropped.

After a while, I heard a deep inhalation, "Got it." Then I hung up the phone.

understood?

What does he know, the safe house or the god of reasoning?Giving such an ambiguous answer, is he perfunctory?

Although he cursed secretly, Yang Qingshui still didn't have the guts to hit him again.He was worried that Lin Zhilu's blood pressure would soar in anger, so he flew over with a knife, and opened his head to see whether the god of reasoning was in his hippocampus or the front lobe of his brain.

Not long after, the phone rang again.

"Ah Shui, I need you." After the last case, Cui Shanshan changed her name from Detective Yang to A Shui. Yang Qingshui didn't care, but felt that this name was kind.

For some reason, he heard it, "Is there a commission?"

Cui Shanshan paused, "You guessed it right."

One wave after another, Yang Qingshui still has four cases, one big, three small, all of which are life lawsuits, and he has no spare time to do anything else.

Just as she was about to refuse, Cui Shanshan said, "Please accept it. The other party said that as long as you are willing to accept the commission, it doesn't matter how much money you have, regardless of success or failure."

"What time, where will we meet?"

Justice needs to be made clear, and family finances need to be supplemented.Since there is no time limit, Yang Qingshui doesn't mind stalking people and taking pictures. In front of money, his 24 hours can be broken into 48 hours.

But Yang Qingshui was wrong.The commission Cui Shanshan gave him was not yet another risque case of a lover catching an adulterer, but another accidental death.

Her husband, Jiang Zhenli, is a professor of medicine, and his wife, Fang Lu, is the director of the research department. The couple are both highly educated intellectuals. Although retired, they are still highly respected scholars in the field.When Yang Qingshui went home, all he saw was a pair of sad and helpless parents.

Their only daughter, Jiang Wei, should be 30 years old this year. She should be a mature and gentle woman. In the photo, Jiang Wei has loose long hair and a sweet smile, gazing into the tearful eyes of her parents.

But at the beginning of April this year, just after her third wedding anniversary with her husband, Jiang Wei lost her footing on the mountain where she usually jogged in the morning and fell off the cliff. When she found her, her body was already freezing.

"Qi Zhong said that he was with Weiwei, and Weiwei said he was thirsty. Qi Zhong went to the vending machine to buy her a drink. When he came back, people..." Fang Lu couldn't help sobbing, "It's gone."

Jiang Zhenli clenched his fists tightly and said nothing.

Fang Lu continued: "Qi Zhong is Weiwei's husband, that is, our half son. We didn't blame him since the accident happened. But in just half a year, he saw us as strangers and completely ignored us. Pay attention, he took over all the house and car we bought for Weiwei without making a sound, as if it had been pre-planned a long time ago."

"The more we think about it, the more something is wrong. When Weiwei was young, she hiked and climbed mountains with her father. She has always been in good health. She has always paid attention to safety. There has never been any accident. Why did she suddenly slip?" Fang Lu trembled. Lip, "Detective Yang, we are already half-buried, and sooner or later we will meet Weiwei in the sky, but as long as we are alive, we can't find out why she died, and we will not be able to live. Okay, so please find out the truth for us!"

Fang Lu held Yang Qingshui's hand, a gleam of light flashed in her eyes, full of sincerity and sadness.

Yang Qingshui has come into contact with a lot of such cases in the social news, among which the husband is often in debt and wants to kill his wife in exchange for a large inheritance or insurance money. Relatively speaking, as long as it takes some time, it is not a difficult case.What made his heart skip a beat was that this was yet another accident.

The demand for buying|murder|killing|people is so strong, is it possible to kill one and get one free during the shopping festival?How many other such murders pretend to be accidents?

If Qi Zhong really killed Jiang Wei, maybe he should check his financial situation first.

Coming out of Jiang's house, Yang Qingshui brought a small box of materials, which were all items belonging to Jiang Wei during his lifetime, carefully placed and classified.When a person dies, he is missed with great sorrow. I don't know whether it is luck or misfortune.

He originally wanted to go to Rainbow Apartment, put down the materials, and then look at Yu Xian's living conditions, so he went to the mountain to search for evidence.Still on Xueguang Street, within a short distance of the corner, something suddenly felt wrong, like the feeling of a prey walking into a trap.

There is a road construction project in front, a small construction site surrounded by a government fence, surrounded by piles of rocks, and a driving crane in the middle, which seems to be demolishing the asphalt road, with waste stones piled aside.

At this moment, he glanced at the white car opposite the crane, parked on the side of the road without moving forward or back, but did not turn off the engine.Inside sat a beautiful woman with curly hair and a mole under her eye.This kind of female killer is standard, and it is not against the law to appear in the comic exhibition.

Hmm, it smells weird.

He walked two steps as if nothing had happened, and when he raised his eyes, the crane driver did not look at the workbench or the road, but stared at him covetously.In just a split second, the driver's eyes met, and the driver immediately glanced away.

Ha ha.

For a moment the suspenseful atmosphere became comical.Yang Qingshui suddenly wanted to play a prank. The hunter was watching from a distance, hoping to see the rabbit walk into the cage as usual.And this slender little gray rabbit, bouncing around, suddenly walked backwards.

He vacated a seat from the box, waved to the crane driver, and glanced up at the unbroken wires. The female driver in the car also nodded to express his affirmation of their work.

Comrades, you have worked hard.

The crane driver was probably a novice. He had never seen such a brutal victim. He couldn't help looking at passers-by pretending to be looking at the scenery in the distance, wanting to seek advice.

Yang Qingshui suddenly realized, turned his head to look at the passer-by who was still trying to hold on, and smiled at him knowingly.The passer-by was wearing a peaked cap and an intercom earphone under his jacket. He was walking normally, but he suddenly didn't know which way to go when he made such a fuss.

When they were out of breath and didn't think of a countermeasure, he ran away.

The female driver touched the headphone cable on her chest, said a few words, started the car, and turned in his direction.

Hearing the sound of the engine starting, like a roaring beast, he rushed straight towards the direction Yang Qingshui was running.

Young people are too reckless... Yang Qingshui sighed, dropped the box, and ran wildly.

Seeing that he was about to hit the wall with the car and turn into human flesh ketchup in the sandwich, at noon that day he saw a black Land Rover rushing towards him at high speed, hitting the white car in the middle.

Yang Qingshui watched helplessly as the female driver volleyed 360 degrees in front of him, turned sideways, and fell to the concrete floor in a perfect parabola. There was a loud noise and dust was flying.

It hurts.

The crane driver and the passer-by wanted to escape, and they fled in different directions, but there were policemen ambushing at both ends. Jiang Xinxin ran the fastest, and he threw his arms around his shoulders and pinned the crane driver to the ground.The wise passer-by was caught without much resistance.

The car has airbags, and the woman was not seriously injured, but the door of the car was on the ground and could not be opened.

Lin Zhilu got out of the Land Rover driver's seat. He didn't know whether he didn't see him or ignored him on purpose. He didn't even glance at Yang Qingshui from the corner of his eye. He passed him directly, walked towards the overturned car, raised his hand to show his ID, and read Miranda's warning: "Criminal Lin Zhilu, the investigation team, you have the right to remain silent, everything you say will become evidence in court..."

... so handsome.