Cub's father is not human

The people in charge of this matter from the Second Criminal Investigation Section have already arrived.When this happened at noon, everyone left their jobs and rushed over.It's kind of funny to say that it's rare for criminal investigators to see fat people, and most of them are lean and lean.

Think about it, you are eating, or planning to buy food, and when you receive an urgent message and run to the scene of the crime, seeing the bloody scene, hey, I don’t want to eat half of it, this If you don’t eat, you don’t even have the mood to buy.

Let's not talk about watching habits or not, just thinking about someone dying again, can you still eat with peace of mind.So, people who do criminal investigation are all thin.

The place Fan Lang rushed to was the house of the little Huangmao who had just been released a few days ago. It was a residential building with three floors. Significantly large.

A forensic doctor in a white robe squatting on the ground was doing a temporary autopsy, and someone beside him was taking pictures to collect evidence.

Fan Lang also knelt down and asked in a low voice, "What did you find?"

The forensic doctor did not look up, and turned the head of the corpse to Fan Lang with a rubber glove. "The time of death was around two o'clock in the morning. He died of suffocation, as if he was strangled."

"What is it like?"

The forensic doctor pointed to the sides of his neck, "Did you see that? He was strangled to death. There were signs of a broken throat, but there was no mark on his neck."

Fan Lang frowned, "Don't you have fingerprints? You're wearing gloves?"

"I've thought about it a long time ago. Look, the sterile gloves on my hand have anti-slip protrusions on the tiger's mouth. When I grab it like this, if I use the force that can strangle people to death, it will definitely leave a bump on the body of the deceased. and creases, but he didn't. But his death looks like someone strangled him. What's your smell?" After the forensic doctor finished speaking, he stood up, his two straight legs were exposed, he turned around and stretched Lazily, moved his neck.

Yo, good looks.Compared with Fan Lang's handsome and sharp appearance, forensic doctor Qi Cangran is much paler, with thinner eyebrows, thinner lips, raised peach eyes, straight nose bridge, and deeper eye sockets. It is said that he has one-eighth of Russian blood.

Standing up, she is as tall as Fan Lang, a little thinner than him, and she still has a lot of abdominal and pectoral muscles when she takes off her clothes.

"Hot pot", Fan Lang had already looked around the house for a week, took the file of the deceased from Xu Chen's hand and handed it to Qi Cangran, "Fill out the autopsy report for me at three o'clock in the afternoon."

Qi Cangran glanced at his watch, and it was already one o'clock, "The initial inspection is fine. Some wounds will not show until tomorrow."

"Okay, you decide, as soon as possible"

Qi Cangran smiled, took off his gloves, and asked Fan Lang in a low voice, "I took my girlfriend to eat hot pot, and I ate it all to my feet."

"It's probably yellow again." Fan Lang didn't care too much, "It's up to you. You haven't eaten yet, it seems that you have saved lunch again."

Qi Cangran gave him a cold knife, put on new rubber sterile gloves and moved the corpse.

The police pulled out a cordon to seal off the scene of the crime, and more than half of the people from the criminal investigation department had already left.Originally, they were not in charge of this matter, and they couldn't say that. It's just that the process of this matter was not right.

Usually, people from the local police station come first to seal the scene, roughly determine whether it is suicide or homicide, determine the nature of the case, and then hand it over to the people of the Public Security Bureau to handle the case, assign the case, and then take over from various departments. It sounds troublesome, but fortunately, the process is not smooth. It is cumbersome, and most cases will be assigned to the designated department 24 hours after the report.

When the police are used to staying up late, like this, you say that you move slower, the body changes due to the influence of the air, and the suspect flees, which leads to an imbalance in judgment.

But the little yellow-haired one directly asked the people from the second criminal investigation department to come.Xiao Huangmao's name is Zhang Qi. He is eighteen this year and does not go to school. He has entered the bureau several times because of stealing. The last time he came in was because he was involved in a murder case. I heard that Xiaohuang Mao had contact with the murderer before.The specifics are nothing, that is, when the police checked the surveillance video, they found that his behavior was very suspicious. He happened to appear at the scene of the crime and had a conversation with the murderer.

Hey, can it be suspicious? He just stole a family, and then he appeared in a house next to the murder case.

The police pulled out his file, arrested him, questioned him, stole, well, you stole in the homicide case.I'm sorry, you can't stay in the general case, the advanced criminal investigation department will stay later.

Fan Lang has seen a lot of people like Zhang Qi.After you get used to petty theft, you will dare to steal big, and if you become addicted to stealing, you will dare to kill people. This person's courage grows more and more, so don't get used to many bad habits, you must correct them since childhood.

Looking at Xiao Huangmao's corpse, Fan Lang felt depressed. He was as old as his sister, and he went the wrong way, all the way to the end, and now he will never come back.

Fan Lang hid in the alley beside him, leaning against the gray wall to smoke. The white smoke rose into the air and dissipated in a strange way in the air.

He is listening.Listen to the conversations of these people in and out of the neighborhood.

It is said that this person did not learn well at a young age, and now he has received retribution.

Said that he had only been back for a few days, and the family had long since abandoned him, and gave birth to a second baby.

The crisp bells rang.

"Hey, aunt, is this the hot pot you ordered in your store? I didn't see you when I went to the grocery store. What are you looking for? What time is it? You don't want to eat."

"Hey, he's dead"

"Yeah, no way, who, who is dead?"

Fan Lang tilted his head and looked at the young people crowded in the crowd through the dissipated smoke—wearing a peaked cap pressed a little low, only showing a sharp chin, riding a bicycle, and there was a Jiugongge Hot Pot takeaway on the back of the car box, the young man showed a flattering smile on half of his face.

The young man gave the hot pot to the aunt, explained how to eat it, and when he was done, he said, "Auntie, eat it quickly, what's so good about a dead person, it's unlucky if you don't leave at night. Leave quickly regardless of your business." Well, it doesn't matter who dies, after all, the dead are the most important, so let's be more cautious."

After the young man finished speaking, everyone around him felt that it made sense, and a small group of spectators left.He realized that someone was staring at him, turned his head, held onto the handlebar of the handlebar and showed Fan Lang a bright smile with eight teeth, and pushed the station under the steps, seven or eight steps away from Fan Lang, "Why is the police uncle here?" Here, oh, yes, dead people."

Fan Lang stubbed out the cigarette butt, walked out from the corner of the street, and asked in a low voice, "How do you know I'm a policeman?"

The young man flicked his teeth, ah, this kid still has red lips and white teeth.

"You have been to our store twice with the old lady. The first time you were wearing a police uniform, you came in with a bang, and the scared customers were silenced. Remember."

Damn, so clever.Fan Lang played with the half-remained cigarette butt on his fingertips, "Do you come here often?"

The young man chuckled, "Well, this street is full of small shops. When I don't want to cook, I often ask for hot pot."

It's already two o'clock in the afternoon, and the autumn chill is slowly dissipating, and it looks like a dusk at six or seven o'clock in summer. If it's not for the temperature, it's easy to hallucinate people. This is not autumn, but a summer sunset.

Fan Lang nodded and said lightly, "Let's go."

The young man said a few times, "Okay, goodbye, uncle policeman, by the way, come to eat hot pot when you are free. Goodbye." He rode on the bicycle, pressed down on the brim of his hat, and slid out against the side of the street.

Wrapped in his clothes, Fan Lang walked over and lowered his head to talk to the policeman who stayed behind to protect the scene of the crime. He didn't see the young man turned his head and gave him a deep look, and cursed with a smile, the real girl is so handsome, she looks so handsome .