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"No!" Hua Chong interrupted, "there must be a strange smell. I came the next morning after the corpse was taken away, and I did smell the smell of the corpse. You think, the corpse had been moved away at that time, and the smell was not completely smelled." Scattered. When the body was still there, did Qiu Dakui smell anything strange?"

"It's not surprising that we can smell it. We have always dealt with corpses." Qu Zhi said, "But why do the residents here say that they didn't smell the smell before, and they only smelled it after Qiu Dakui yelled?"

Hua Chong frowned in thought.

After a while, Liu Zhiqin said, "I see."

"It's normal for people who have lived here for a long time not to smell the corpse." Liu Zhiqin said as he took a few steps, pointing to the garbage dump not far away.

The temperature has been getting higher and higher day by day in the past few days, the garbage dump emits a dizzying stench, and the blowflies are circling in groups, and the buzzing sound is extremely harsh.

"The stench of these garbage is enough to overwhelm the smell of corpses." Hua Chong followed Liu Zhiqin's train of thought, "They have long been used to the stench of the wasteland, so they don't think it's strange at all."

"Yes." Liu Zhiqin nodded, "Even if he smells something different, he won't think about the corpse. This wasteland is usually empty, dirty and smelly, and the residents are afraid to avoid it. If it is Children, it is possible to go to the wasteland to find out because of curiosity, but an adult should not be so curious. And I had a few words with Qiu Dakui this morning, and I felt that he was quite wooden, no Like a child at heart."

"Have you gone to find Qiu Dakui?" Hua Chong asked.

"I went to his breakfast shop and ate a deep-fried dough stick and a bowl of soy milk." Liu Zhiqin said, "Then I bought a bag of buns for testing."

"Bun? Check what?"

"There may be something wrong with their stuffed meat."

"What?" Zhang Mao was completely confused, "Is there something wrong with the meat stuffing? Brother Liu, you mean that their meat is related to the deceased? No way? Could it be human flesh buns?"

Qu Zhi felt goosebumps all over his body, "How is it possible? Don't talk nonsense."

"That's not true, I just checked by the way." Liu Zhiqin smiled apologetically, "In the morning, I actually wanted to have a chat with the person who went to his stall to buy breakfast, and see if I could get something out of the chat. I can't. Sitting there waiting, I ordered the buns and fried dough sticks all over. But maybe it was too late in the morning. I stayed there for a long time, but I didn’t see anyone who could say a few words. I tasted the buns, oily and salty It is very heavy and the meat is not fresh. I guess so much oil and salt are put in the stuffing to suppress the bad taste of the meat. But I think those who buy buns don’t seem to care at all, maybe because the buns have always been like this Wei'er, once you get used to eating it, you don't think there's anything wrong with it. Before I left, I asked Qiu Dakui to pack it, and I wanted to take it back to check."

"This..." Qu Zhi said: "The stuffing of the hawker's buns doesn't expire, it doesn't seem to be our responsibility?"

"Really?" Liu Zhiqin was slightly confused, and then smiled: "Sorry, I just transferred here, and I'm not proficient in business, so I made everyone laugh."

"Don't talk about steamed stuffed buns by the side of the garbage dump, will you let people eat them in the future?" Hua Chong said: "There are many doubts about this family named Qiu. I will talk to Qiu Dakui later. Qu value."

"Ah?" Qu Zhi was telling Zhang Mao that Laohua liked to eat beef buns with shiitake mushrooms the most, so I don't know how long it will be disgusting.

"Currently, Sanghai is still the most likely suspect, but the information he provided also needs to be investigated. The tomb of the nobleman of the Han Dynasty is 2 kilometers away. You can arrange a few people to go there and find out the situation with the archaeologists."

"Yes."

Everyone evacuated the wasteland, some team members went to the archaeological excavation site, and some team members continued to search on Daoqiao Road. Hua Chong was about to go to Qiu Dakui's house when he was suddenly tapped twice on the shoulder.

"Flower team." Liu Zhiqin turned his back to the light, "I'm with you?"

Hua Chong looked at the opponent's adidas, then at his own adadis, "Wait for me to change clothes first."

The Qiu family father and son are preparing the lunch box at noon.

Although Fukang District is the most economically backward area among the five districts of Los Angeles, it has been building houses and construction in the past few years.One station away from Daoqiao Road, there is a commercial housing construction site. Migrant workers consume a lot of food and eat a lot. Old man Qiu drove there on a tricycle at noon every day. Braised pork, twice-cooked pork, and stir-fried fatty intestines were all sold out within 10 minutes. .

The migrant workers on the construction site have a strong taste, like salty oil with a lot of monosodium glutamate, and they are full of praise for the dishes made by old man Qiu.

But in the past few days, more than one person discovered that the boxed lunch that old man Qiu sent was either too salty or tasteless at all.

The day before, the migrant workers told Old Man Qiu that if they didn’t adjust the taste back, they would eat it on Li Baolian’s tricycle.While counting the crumpled change, Old Man Qiu agreed, but turned around and scolded ferociously: "Yeah! It's good to have food, and you're so fucking picky about fat and thin! What kind of thing will be poured into the cement someday, Lao Tzu!" Come cook a funeral meal for you again!"

This complaint lasts for a day.

Qiu Dakui sat on the mat and cooked the dishes, and the old man Qiu cut the meat with a "bang bang bang bang", and cursed as many pieces of fat as he cut.Those words were very poisonous, either cursing the migrant workers who fell to their deaths from upstairs, or were crushed to death by construction steel.Qiu Dakui was already restless, and after listening to it for a long time, he was inevitably irritable, and persuaded: "Dad, you are not tired after scolding all day? Don't mention it, construction workers also earn hard-earned money, it is not easier than us, you always Curse them to die for what?"

Hearing this, old man Qiu threw the kitchen knife on the chopping board, and shouted, "Are you still teaching me a lesson?"

After finishing speaking, he kicked Qiu Dakui's Maza, "I kicked you to death! You just want to kill me! You bastard!"

Although Qiu Dakui was big, he was suddenly kicked hard. He lost his balance for a moment and fell to the side, crushing a box of eggs that were going to be fried rice.

"You're trying to piss me off on purpose!" Old man Qiu's dry old face was almost wrinkled.Half of Qiu Dakui's body was stained with egg yolk, and he was sitting in the pile of vegetables in a daze. The old man Qiu kicked him again and scolded: "Why did I give birth to such a beast! Those damned migrant workers are angry at me outside, you Angry at me at home, you... you!"

Qiu Dakui wiped his face, the tiredness and disgust were evident between his brows.

He stood up with great effort, without looking at Old Man Qiu, he twisted a wet towel to wipe off the egg yolk, "Dad, please stop talking, it's unnecessary."

"I think you should talk less!" Old man Qiu refused to let go, and his fingers were like stitches on a sewing machine, poking Qiu Dakui's temples violently, "What did you do? Ah? What did you yell at that day? You Why don’t you run to the wasteland? Why can’t others find dead people? You are the only one who is amazing? Ah? You are the only one who can find dead people! You have such a predestined relationship with dead people, why don’t you die!”

"Dad!" Qiu Dakui finally got angry and pushed the old man Qiu, "You're never finished!"

"Do you dare to do anything to me?" The old man Qiu has been violent all his life. He beat his wife and son when he was young. Now that he is old, he is even more angry than when he was in his prime. The police came here just to kill me!"

The bungalows on Daoqiao Road had been built for decades, and there was no soundproofing at all. Old man Qiu's slap was extremely loud, and Hua Chong and Liu Zhiqin, who had just walked to the door, heard what he said after that.

Hua Chong took a look at Liu Zhiqin, and there were loud noises and scolding again from the room. The one who scolded was naturally old man Qiu, and Qiu Dakui never said anything serious from the beginning to the end.

"Deliberately attract the police?" Hua Chong said softly, "It seems that they did something that we can't let us know."

Liu Zhiqin said "Oh", "Listen again."

The old man Qiu didn't say anything earth-shattering at the back, and finally Qiu Dakui scolded: "Have you shouted enough! Do you want everyone in the lane to hear it!"

The noise inside stopped abruptly.

Hua Chongshi just raised his hand, and knocked on the very old wooden door a few times.

"Who?" Qiu Dakui asked vigilantly.

"Don't you know when you open the door? Who else do you ask?" Old man Qiu was still cursing, "Go and open the door. Old man Liang asked me for three drawers of steamed buns a few days ago, but he never gave me any money. He agreed to pay it back today. It must be him. The money is coming."

After Qiu Dakui hastily cleaned the egg yolk from his body, the moment he opened the door, shock and fear adhered to his face like a poor-quality mask.

"You, you..."

"Old man Liang?" Old man Qiu also rushed over, and when he realized who was standing outside the door, his drooping triangular eyes suddenly widened.

"Sorry to interrupt you." Hua Chong smiled like a wind, "We still have some information about the murder that happened behind your house."

Qiu Dakui is 1 meters tall, standing at the door in a daze, like a poorly carved sculpture.

Liu Zhiqin said, "Can we go in and sit down?"

The old man Qiu spoke heavily, and there was an unpleasant smell around him when he spoke, "Are you a policeman too?"

"Come here to investigate the case. I didn't have breakfast. Seeing that your stall is doing well, I bought some." Liu Zhiqin smiled and said, "The buns are delicious."

Hua Chong sneered in his heart, and looked around the room, "Are you preparing lunch? Then go in quickly, so as not to waste your time, we will leave after asking a few questions."

Qiu's house has a damp and musty smell. It has three bedrooms and one living room. The area is not small, but it is old and the light is dark. The doors of two bedrooms are wide open, and the door of the remaining one is closed. handmade beaded curtains.

Liu Zhiqin stood in front of the bead curtains and raised his hand to touch one of them.

"That's my daughter's room." Qiu Dakui rubbed his hands, "She's gone to school."

Old man Qiu seemed to be extremely unwilling to meet the police. As soon as he entered the house, he got into the kitchen, making a burst of ping, ping, bang, bang.

Hua Chong walked around the living room, looked at Qiu Dakui: "Last time I asked you, did you hear any movement when you came home in the past few nights, and you said no."

Qiu Dakui, "Really not, I can't remember."

"Really? Or can't remember?" Hua Chong said, "There is a big difference between the two."

Qiu Dakui looked uneasy, "I really can't remember."

"Then let's talk about the 13th. On the night of the 13th, did you go to play cards? Did you hear any noise?"

"Number 13?" Qiu Dakui looked upwards, and his expression froze after a few seconds.

"Remember?" Hua Chong asked.

Qiu Dakui avoided Hua Chong's eyes, "Well, I didn't go to play cards that day. I went to bed very early, and I didn't hear anything."

The noise in the kitchen suddenly stopped.

"Didn't go to play cards?" Hua Chong's eyes suddenly changed, "Are you at home on the night of the 13th?"

"I'm doing handwork for my daughter." Qiu Dakui hastily opened the door covered by the bead curtain, and took out a sailboat made of hard paper, "The task given by the school is due on Saturday, and I didn't go anywhere on Friday night. After 10 o'clock, I was too tired and sleepy, so I went to bed."

"Where's Uncle Qiu?" Hua Chong called to the kitchen.

"I go to bed early every day." Old Man Qiu's voice was unnatural, "Go to bed at 8 o'clock."

Hua Chong took over the sailboat, admired it for half a minute, and then returned it to Qiu Dakui.

Suddenly he asked again: "The wasteland is stinky, and the surrounding residents said that they didn't smell a special smell before you yelled. Qiu Dakui, how did you smell that smell?"

As soon as the words fell, the sound of bowls being smashed came from the kitchen.