Chapter 1919 Cold Room
It was around the end of get out of class time, and the corridor leading to the refrigerator and freezer was bustling with people. There was also an equipment room next to it, with a constant stream of students returning equipment.
After the last wave of footsteps rushing to the cafeteria had left, Tu Lanxun walked around the corner and cautiously confirmed, "You said you could handle the surveillance footage, right? And also open doors and unlock them."
She was hiding her head and showing her tail, just like a thief, without any spirit of a detective, but Tu Lanxun didn't think of herself as a detective. She just wanted to take a look for her own peace of mind, not for money or fame, so it was better to be a little bit vulgar.
N's cold, pale face turned towards her, and he sneered impatiently, "Order me?"
"Didn't you take me there first to do something similar? I've already helped you, so why not you help me?" Tu Lanxun hesitated and didn't say the word "funeral home". She hadn't figured out whether N had any murderous connection with the headless corpse, so she didn't dare to arouse his desire to commit the crime.
The corridor was cleared. Tu Lanxun rushed to the door, skillfully pulling up his sleeves to cushion his hands, and listening carefully to both sides, "Open it quickly."
The door opened, and just as the gap was half opened, Tu Lanxun squeezed in. A gust of cold air hit her head on, making goosebumps appear on her exposed neck. Seeing that N had no intention of coming in, she ignored him and closed the door.
This refrigerator/freezer was surprisingly sophisticated. It wasn't large in total, but it was divided into three sections, filled with a dazzling array of boxes, tubes, and sample bags. Tu Lanxun figured Tang Weining couldn't have chosen something fresh to store his body, so he headed straight for the freezer section.
The temperature there was below zero. She shivered and looked at the large opaque packages. There weren't many of them. She picked through bags of flour, some type of food thickener, and a sack of heavy, hard blocks bought by some hero. The bag was sealed with a rope around the mouth, and there was a poster of "Snow Mountain Yak Meat" on the outside, with a blue sky, snow-capped mountains and grasslands arranged in the background, and the merchant's phone number was also included.
After a round of searching, no suspicious bodies were found.
Tu Lanxun was disappointed. The big pieces were all frozen here. Could it be that Tang Weining cut the white Chao into very small pieces and separated them?
No, no, no, use your brain. Tang Weining wants to hide something in the public area of the school. The first priority must be to prevent it from being taken away by mistake. Small items are too easy to be confused and might be taken away by mistake.
Her eyes remained fixed on the bag of "Snow Mountain Yak Beef." Yak meat was expensive, so most teachers and students wouldn't mistakenly take it. Furthermore, it was sealed with cotton thread, and the tape was difficult to tangle. A normal person might be curious and try to take advantage of something that had been opened, but it was still unopened and tightly wrapped. Who would dare to open it before the owner? How shameless!
Not only that, Tu Lanxun always felt that the advertising sticker on the bag was... a bit thick.
I scraped it with my fingernail, and sure enough, there was something underneath! "Snow Mountain Yak Beef" was labeled "Xing'an Mountain Deer Meat," and below that were "Old Altar Frozen Pickled Cabbage" and "Northeastern Soybean Paste." The stacked pile was taller than a telephone pole; it was truly endless.
Tu Lanxun couldn't help but gasp. Wow! This bag was the most common white plastic bag. Whether it was for rice, flour, grain, meat, clothing, or toys, eight out of ten stores used the same one. It was perfectly inconspicuous in the corner. He covered it with a new one every few days, so people might think Teacher Tang had taken the previous one and replaced it with a new one.
The reasons are all ready: buying big items for family, relatives or friends, and the refrigerator can’t hold them all, so you send them here to benefit from the public’s support.
So there was definitely something wrong with the bag. Tu Lanxun felt it carefully from top to bottom, and through the sleeve, he could only feel that the contents were tightly packed, with a few long bumps, but he had no idea what it was. It must have been dismembered.
Dismembered...body...
She remembered what she was touching.
Tu Lanxun's hand froze, and he suddenly felt the frozen lump inside suddenly become soft, as if it were human skin, but a trace of coldness seeped into the palm of his hand.
She stood up quickly, heard a light sneer in her ears, and N suddenly appeared beside her.
"Is this where the corpse qi comes from?" Tu Lanxun's voice was trembling.
"What else?" N glanced at her.
The big bag that is only slightly higher than a person's waist belongs to Bai Chao, the dignified and upright woman on the cover of the video. She was thrown here with labels such as "Snow Mountain Yak Meat" and "Northeastern Soy Sauce Block". It has been three years since she was thrown here, and no one knows where her soul has gone.
Tu Lanxun claims that she is not a messenger of justice, nor is she kind, but she still wonders how people can be so bad.
She took out her cell phone and just as she dialed the number, N grabbed her wrist. The black leather gloves had a delicate touch and a firm grip. "What are you doing?"
"Call the police." Tu Lanxun swallowed her words. She was upset because of the corpse. It was not a good idea to call the police now. She couldn't explain the time, place, clues or sources. She must not implicate herself.
Tao Si would burst out laughing when she thought of the trending search "The former heir of the Tu Group was suspected of being involved in the murder and dismemberment of his wife after bankruptcy and was taken to the public security bureau for questioning", accompanied by a photo of her being sandwiched between the police.
"We can't call the police. Forget it, let's go first. At worst, we can write an anonymous letter of complaint later." Tu Lanxun made the decision and lowered his head to push back the advertisement that he had torn off twice.
Just as I was about to leave at the speed of light, I suddenly heard the sound of a key opening a door. The lock of the refrigerator and freezer was turned, and the thick door creaked, and more than one footsteps came in.
A young female voice said: "Why are the lights on here? Teacher Tang, please come in first."
Then came Tang Weining's gentle voice, "Maybe someone accidentally forgot. It's okay. Your clothes are thin, so just get in and out quickly."
Tu Lanxun crouched behind a row of display shelves, right in the blind spot of their sight, twirling and moving like a game of hide-and-seek. N, standing next to them, stood there with one hand in his pocket, his eyes glancing coldly at them.
It was Tang Weining, accompanied by a female university student in a skirt. He was quite gentlemanly, not only carrying a bag of things himself, but also reaching out to take a tray. His movements were dangerous but steady. The female student smiled gratefully, hurriedly got another tray, and ran over to open the door for him. "Thank you, Teacher Tang."
Tang Weining smiled politely, "So you don't have to make two trips."
The female college student blushed a little, but it was not because she was really heart-beating. She was just flattered because she had little experience. She thought of Tang Weining's family tragedy, and there was a bit more innocent and simple sympathy in her eyes when she looked at him.
"Teacher Tang, let me help you get some food. I won't be back to the dormitory this afternoon anyway."
"Ah, thank you, but no thanks."
It was impossible for Tang Weining not to notice. He did not look at the student, but just lowered his eyes, with a polite but self-respecting smile slightly pursed at the corner of his mouth. His body was straight and thin, and he seemed a little broken for no reason.
Yo.
It's really pitiful.
Tu Lanxun curled her lips. If she hadn't seen the white plastic bag, she would have been fooled by this guy. Tang Weining must be very popular among the students. However, there might be some gossip behind his back, and people might suspect that he was making money from the dead.
Contemporary young people have a positive desire to gossip and rich empathy, but their minds are active and their sense of conspiracy is overly sensitive.
After Tang Weining and his students left the house, Tu Lanxun remained motionless, fearing that Tang Weining might make a surprise attack.
Sure enough, less than two minutes later, Tang Weining opened the door and came in again. This time he was no longer polite. He strode straight to the white plastic silk bag, felt around to confirm it, and then left with peace of mind.
Tu Lanxun came out from her hiding place. She had just seen Tang Weining's expression towards the bag. He was a little anxious and nervous, but he could not hide his concern and tenderness. He looked at the bag as if he was looking at his wife, and even stroked it from the side.
How is this possible?
Even though his wife is in the movie, why is he pretending to be affectionate? I'm afraid he's a pervert.
When Tu Lanxun came out of the cold room, Tang Weining was nowhere to be seen. The girl had just offered to help him get lunch, which meant that he would not leave the laboratory building at noon and would stay in the office.
Entering the A side of the laboratory building, Tu Lanxun saw N glance at her again and thought, haha, she doesn't demand everything from him, but she is also very good at using her brain without relying on supernatural powers.
N felt a surge of cold air, as if he saw through her thoughts, but he didn't agree with her and continued to follow behind with his hands in his pockets.
As Tu Lanxun turned into the hallway, he encountered a deliveryman, who was heading to the Food Engineering Department's office. The deliveryman knocked on the door first, "Excuse me, is the recipient, Professor Tang, here?"
Tang Weining's voice came from inside, "Why did it get delivered here? Ah, thank you."
A middle-aged female voice in the office asked, "Xiao Tang, what did you buy?"
Tang Weining laughed: "I filled in the wrong default address for the gift. Hey, Xiaoguang, why did you open it? You kid..."
The middle-aged female teacher also laughed: "Buying this as a gift is quite extraordinary. Do you have a girl you like?"
Tang Weining replied: "How is that possible? A friend of mine had a baby recently, so I bought it for her."
Through the crack in the office door, Tu Lanxun saw Tang Weining holding a white fluffy bear doll in his hand. It was not big, only 20 cm long, but very delicate, with a pair of childish black eyes buried in the fur, making it look expensive.
The boy with a scar on his head and neck was sitting on the office chair next to him, pouting and looking unhappy. It turned out that he was picked up by his uncle and brought to school.
The strange thing is that Tang Weining was a little distance away from his nephew. Although his eyes were always on his nephew, there was no physical contact at all.
What was he avoiding? Could it be that he was too embarrassed to visit his daughter's grave, and that he was suffering from a child's allergy and didn't want to be around his nephew?
Speaking of which, this "Xiaoguang" also has burn scars on his body, and he might have been present on the day Bai Xiaoju died. Tu Lanxun always felt that Tang Weining was involved in this matter.
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Back in the car, N, who had been very quiet all the way, finally spoke up, looking up at her, "Are you really going to take care of this?"
Tu Lanxun shook his head like a rattle, "I don't care. I can't afford to do anything about it."
She was busy making money and had no time to be a private detective. Now that she had caught Tang Weining's evidence of guilt, she wrote an anonymous letter of complaint and submitted it to the Public Security Bureau, saying that there was Bai Chao's bagged body in the cold room of the laboratory building.
As for whether there is any, the police will come and investigate and make the final conclusion.
Of course, N would have to be asked to deliver the letter, as she didn't want to leave any traces.
"How can you be sure the police will believe you and take action?"
"Even if you don't believe me, you still have to come for the sake of solving the crime, right? It's okay if they can't find me."
N sneered, "That's quite clear. Your so-called sense of justice is just talk. Well, a little is better than nothing..." Tu Lanxun didn't hear the last few words he said.
"What?"
N was surprisingly patient and repeated, "Having a little sense of justice will always lead to a quicker death than having no sense of justice at all."
Tu Lanxun understood that he was mocking her, and he was being hypocritical: he looked down on her for being unjust, and at the same time, he ridiculed her for actually having some justice.
She just didn't understand how this incident touched N's sore spot. He suddenly changed from being silent to being sharp-tongued. He was even more difficult to deal with than a bad-tempered cat.
"I, I, I won't accompany you to the swimming pool. You can go by yourself tonight." She turned her head away, also angry.
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