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"I don't know him well."

The boy who was still wearing the same waiter uniform as the deceased said so.

His face was indifferent and expressionless.This seems to be a common problem among people living in big cities.

"I also just came here, but I was assigned to be on duty with him. Zhang Yan is very withdrawn, and he goes his own way after work. There is no personal relationship."

He tapped on the table and frowned.

"It was already noon at that time, and there were many people who came to eat. But he never showed up. I also went to the locker room and the staff lounge to find him, but he was not there until the afternoon."

The handsome boy shrugged.

"I smelled blood and called the police. You all know what happened after that."

Han Jiumo closed the notebook in his hand, pushed open the door of the interrogation room for him, and then the owner of the restaurant walked in.

Chi Diao leaned against the wall beside him, watching the rather rich boss sit down on the chair.

"Did the waiter have an alibi last night?" he asked:

"Yes, he shares the room with three other people, and the room is on the sixth floor. Last night, his roommates and the tenants on their floor can prove that he has indeed returned to the shared room and never went out again," Wu Qi said. .

After Han Jiumo pushed the door open again, Chi Diao handed him the identification document in his hand.

Han Jiumo took it and flipped through it in his hands.

"About [-]% of the lungs were damaged, and there was emphysema. In addition, the results from the testing center showed that the drug test strips were positive."

"So, he still takes-drugs?"

Han Jiumo reached out and rubbed the center of his eyebrows.

"Yes. My opinion is that it's not the IV, but the airway. That's probably what's causing his emphysema."

"Wow, there isn't any strange infectious disease on that corpse, right?" Chen Xuan hopped far away like a rabbit.

"Not really." Chi Diao said.

"Could it be that he was seeking revenge because he didn't pay for the white powder?" Chen Xuan pretended to be relaxed and said:

Han Jiumo gave him a hard look.

Chen Xuan was as quiet as a chicken.

"The waiter in the restaurant needs a health certificate. Could it be that his certificate is also fake?" Chi Diao asked.

"Oh, just last week, the third team caught a group of people making false certificates in a printing shop in an alley on the side of Fuchen Shopping Plaza. In the copy shop, a certificate costs 20 yuan, no counter-offer. "Han Jiumo raised his eyebrows and said.

"Any clues about the murder weapon?"

"Judging from the scars on the deceased's body, the murder weapon was a very sharp thin knife, not very long, with a sharp end."

Chi Diao stretched out his hand and stroked the length.

"Know that the kind of small knife is often better to use in such a situation and saves more time. For example, a fruit knife or a scalpel that is sharp enough. The murderer obviously knows this very well."

"Let's start with drug abuse first." Han Jiumo finally came to a conclusion.

"Aside from working restaurants, what places did Zhang Li often go to during his lifetime?"

"Uh... a massage and bathing center that can provide board and lodging. The fellow who introduced him to work is there." Wu Qi lowered his head and fiddled with his laptop, then pointed to a small red dot in the center of the floor plan of City Y.

So that night, several policemen from the anti-drug department and a police dog named "Rosie" launched a crackdown on drug abuse and pornography in Y City.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Zhang Yan's fellow villager wanted to slip away, and jumped directly from the second floor, only to be caught by a few policemen guarding there.

By the way, the drug sales den was also taken away. Director Liu of the Narcotics Control Department affectionately took Han Jiumo's hand and boldly invited him to have a bowl of chicken noodle soup downstairs. .

Zhang Jian's fellow villager is Zhao Jinbin, who has taken drugs to such an extent that he has lost all human appearance.He was so skinny that he looked 40 years old, but he was only in his early thirties when he took out his ID card.

He looked at the policeman with a pair of chaotic eyes, and his legs wriggled uncomfortably underneath.

"Do you know Zhang Li?"

Han Jiumo cut to the chase.

"I don't know each other. I meet a lot of people all day long. They all claim to be bosses and managers, and they all look like dogs. How can I remember?"

Zhao Jinbin's thin fingers were digging a small hole on the solid wood table, his eyes wandering.

Han Jiumo snorted coldly: "I know that you are from the same village, and you even have some close relatives. You treat him very well, at least on the surface. The share in the Damei Commercial Center It was you who got him the job as a waiter, right? Is that even more than that?"

He moved his face closer, and whispered in Zhao Jinbin's ear:

"Your work is not going well recently. It seems that after your wife passed away this year, you have not been rich. Do you know what is the crime of luring, abetting, and deceiving others to take drugs?"

The skinny man swallowed, his eyes were a little empty, and he lowered his head silently for a while.

"Can I have a cigarette?" he said.

Half an hour later, the door of the interrogation room was opened again.

"How? Did he explain it? For example, is he seeking revenge or something?" Wu Qi asked curiously:

Han Jiumo's expression was not very good at this moment.

"No, Zhang Yan, he confessed that he specially brought Zhang Zhen to City Y, just because of his face. At the beginning, he provided drugs to Zhang Zhen, and then encouraged him to have sex in the bathing center, hoping to get him from him." I got money there to take drugs. But Zhang Zhen refused, and Zhao Jinbin didn't want to tear up his face with him, so he had to ask an acquaintance to find him a job as a waiter. After that, he often called Zhang Zhen out together drug."

"What a scum." Chen Xuan cursed in a low voice.

However, according to Zhao Jinbin's account, Zhang Yan's parents died early in a car accident in the village. Several relatives thought he was a fool and didn't like him very much.After coming to Y City, he behaved well and had no enemies.

What was the motive for the murder?

Vendetta, love, or just for the pleasure of killing?

"The skin that was peeled off was not found at the scene." Wu Qi said, "The murderer took it away."

"Why do you want to do this?" Chen Xuan asked in confusion, "Who would want a human skin?"

The investigation appears to have reached an impasse.

In a corner of the city where the sun cannot be found, the faceless murderer satisfies the pleasure he got from this bloody crime.

He even kept the skin as a souvenir.

Despite the clamor in the media, the truth of this bizarre case has never surfaced.It didn't take long for the forgetful folks to forget about the dead boy, and there was always something new to catch their eye.

About two months after the case passed, the system that had been silently crashing suddenly rang in Chi Diao's mind.

[Host, there is a task about the hero. 】

Chi Diao had a very leisurely time during this time. When he was on duty, he followed him to the scene of an accident from time to time to check a car accident or a body that jumped from a building. It was nothing more than a poisoning.When I have nothing to do, I go out for shopping, grow succulents at home, and live a happy life.

Sure enough, people are resistant, and now he can walk up to the dead body with strides.As soon as the eyes are closed, the heart is swayed, and the first move is a coquettish operation.

It has also been praised many times for its proficiency and flawlessness.

If the system hadn't mentioned it, he would have almost forgotten about the male lead.

Following the system's instructions, he hurriedly drove the car to a small road far away from the city and stopped.

The low-slung folk houses are hidden between the trees and the vegetable garden fence that was pulled up randomly. A middle-aged uncle who is watering the fig tree looks at this young man who is completely out of tune with this place with strange eyes.

[Are you sure you are here? ] Chi Diao asked suspiciously.

[That's right, it's here, can you hurry up.It's too late. ] The system urged him.

Along the dilapidated concrete road, he trotted around a dilapidated parking lot.Then a crowded market appeared before his eyes.

Struggling to survive in a road full of middle-aged women and grocery shopping aunts.He also has to endure the system's thoughts in his mind:

[Turn left, no.Not this one, but the next one. 】

Finally, he stopped in front of a small stall full of fishy smell.

A wealthy lady handed over a ten-yuan note to the stall owner, and took the plastic bag with the other.

"Today's noodles and fish are so fresh." The aunt chatted with a smile.

The system screamed excitedly in Chi Diao's brain:

【It's that bag, the hero is in that bag!】

Chi Diao: [? ? ? 】

He had no choice but to stop the aunt who actually planned to cook whitebait and asparagus tonight.Pointing to the bag in her hand, she asked if this could be sold to herself.

The aunt kindly pointed him to the stall next to him, indicating that he could buy from there.

The owner of the stall took the opportunity to start a business too.

"Let's take a look, brother. Fresh silver needle fish. It's fresh and bright, and it's delicious whether it's fried or boiled. Can you have some?"

Chi Diao willfully said that he wanted the one that the aunt was carrying, and gave the aunt a high price of 20 yuan.

In the end, Chi Diao returned home with the bag of noodle fish under the happy farewell of the aunt and the foolish eyes of the stall owner.

As soon as he got home, he quickly poured the pile of noodle fish into the washbasin and added water.Then look at the densely packed fish tails that are almost mushy inside.

[Excuse me, which one is the male lead I'm looking for? ] Chi Diao tried to communicate with the system politely.

The system was silent for a while, then spoke confidently.

[The most distinctive one is. 】

Chi Diao: […] Spicy chicken system.

He stared at the slimy mass for a long time, trying to pick out the most distinctive fish among them, but in vain.

Then things started to go wrong.

He watched helplessly as the pile of fish became less and less, and the pile of fish that had been piled to the top began to drop continuously.

Until he watched a nondescript noodlefish open its mouth to an incredible size before swallowing the last of its kind in one gulp.

It puffed its tail on the bottom of the pelvis, opened its mouth, and seemed to be belching comfortably.

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