Chapter 768
In the evening, Su Miao was reading in the room. When his eyes were tired, he looked up at the tree in the yard.
The shadows of the trees in the yard were hazy. The evening breeze blew by, and the tips of the leaves swept across the clothesline, making a slight rustling sound.
The moonlight shines through the branches, weaving a mottled web on the blue brick ground.
Su Miao's gaze fell on the depths of the tree shadows, but his thoughts were like fallen leaves blown by the wind, and he couldn't help but drift to the case of Liu Xu's disappearance.
Running away with the money really seems like something she could do.
When interests come first, we can only share the wealth. If disaster strikes, we will just fly away.
Five thousand yuan, plus two big gold bracelets, is enough for her to go to some small place and eat and drink well for a long time.
What a shame! If that was the case, the trap she had painstakingly set up only managed to trap Wang Dachui? The instigator had escaped.
Liu Xu, Liu Xu, if you really want to run away, please come and borrow some more money from your daughter, and see if I can detain you.
Just when Su Miao was feeling very sorry, he saw a lot of flashlights flashing by the Yongjiang River.
Several uncles who had agreed to go fishing had already packed up their gear and were ready to retreat.
The temperature in midsummer is extremely hot, but the cool breeze blowing by the river is very comfortable, so they often make appointments to go fishing in the wild.
However, it was not the weekend after all, so we usually went out with benches and fishing gear after dinner when the sun went down, and went back around nine o'clock.
But today they started packing up, and a friend who usually played with them came late.
"Lao Zeng, why are you so late today? We are about to go back and thought you were not coming."
Lao Zeng sat down on the stone slab under the bridge pier, fished out a cigarette case from his trouser pocket, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, and the lighter "swooshed" and a flame flew out:
"I have something going on at home today, so I'll come out after I've dealt with it. You guys go back first. I'll get some fresh air for an hour before I go back."
"Aren't you afraid of being alone in this pitch-black darkness?"
"What are you afraid of? There's a big bridge right next to me with lots of people coming and going. How could a grown man like me be abducted?"
A few old friends smiled and waved, and the footsteps gradually disappeared at the end of the river bank.
The street lights on the bridge were far away, and the light fell on the river, leaving only a dim shadow.
The sound of the river water splashing against the shore is like someone slowly turning the pages of a book in the dark.
Lao Zeng squinted his eyes and looked at the dark surface of the river. Occasionally, a silver light flashed on the water. He didn't know whether it was fish or moonlight.
He blew out a puff of smoke and thought to himself that he would have to change his fishing spot tomorrow. This place was weird today. He watched for half an hour and the float didn't move at all.
I squinted my eyes and looked at the dark river surface, wondering whether I should change my fishing spot tomorrow.
Just as I was thinking about it, I suddenly saw a white thing stuck in the gap of the bridge pier.
The thing was limp, half submerged in water and half resting on the moss on the bridge pier, like a plastic bag that had floated down from upstream and was caught on a rock.
During this period, there have been many incidents of Linjiang residents throwing large bags of garbage into the Yongjiang River.
"Damn it, who is the wicked person who throws garbage around again?"
Lao Zeng stood up cursing and brushed off the dust on his pants.
He took out his flashlight and shone it towards the mass of things—
Under the glaring beam of light, a pale, rotten face was facing him.
The skin was swollen and pale like a steamed bun, and the facial features were blurred into a mass, but the eyes could be seen clearly - they were open.
There was a white film covering the cloudy eyeballs, as if covered by a layer of fog, but it seemed as if they were staring at him.
His lips were swollen and turned outward, a strange purple color, and slightly open, as if he wanted to say something.
"ah--!!"
Lao Zeng's screams pierced the night sky, and the flashlight fell into the river with a "plop". The moment the water splashed, the beam of light was completely extinguished, and Xizhou suddenly fell into thick darkness.
The river breeze suddenly became biting, blowing on his sweaty back and causing a dense layer of goose bumps.
He staggered backward, his ankle hit a protruding stone, and he fell to the ground with a thud.
My palms pressed against the rough cement floor, which was burning painful and sticky with the sand on the ground.
He ignored the pain and crawled towards the river bank, but his mind was full of that rotten face, and the empty eyes seemed to be drilling into his bones.
For the first time in his life, he hated his excellent eyesight so much. He could see that rotten face clearly.
Lao Zeng stumbled and ran towards the main road. The street was very deserted at that time. He met a few people on the way. He pulled the passers-by and said in a daze:
"Someone's dead! Someone's dead in the river!"
The passersby didn't know what was going on, but when they heard that someone had died, they took it seriously and pulled him towards the police station.
After running for two kilometers, the number of people following him became five. With more people around, Lao Zeng gradually recovered, but his hands were still shaking.
The police officer on duty at the Yongcheng West District Police Station had just had his midnight snack, his eyes wide open as he prepared to go out for a patrol.
Suddenly, a chaotic sound of footsteps accompanied by shouts of "Someone is dead" broke the tranquility of the summer night.
Xiao Xi, the police officer who was staying in the hall, jumped up with a start and saw several people rushing in carrying a middle-aged man with a pale face. Water was dripping from the man's trouser legs and the palm of his right hand was stained with blood.
"Comrade! There's a dead body in the river... in the river!" Lao Zeng collapsed on the bench, his lips trembling like sieves. "Under the second bridge pier... His face is all swollen..."
At two o'clock in the morning, the Second Bridge was illuminated as bright as day by the searchlights of the police car.
The beam of light split the thick night and fell on the surface of the river, making it impossible to open one's eyes.
The police station chief, who was pried out of his bed, led the team personally, and several policemen were busy tying ropes to the rubber boat.
Medical examiner Lao Chen squatted on the shore, putting on his rubber shoes and rain boots. "This is the third floating corpse this year. I hope it's not another failed investment..."
The director shook his head. "We can't be sure yet. Let's get the person out first. Witnesses say he's been soaked for at least five days. We need to compare it with recent missing persons reports."
Just as he finished speaking, the young police officer on the rubber boat suddenly shouted, his voice drifting a little on the river: "Captain! We got it! Here!"
The cordon had been pulled up, and the reflective strips on it flashed coldly under the light, and were blown by the river breeze, making a "rustling" sound, as if someone was crying softly.
…
The smell of formaldehyde seeped out through the crack in the door, with a sweet and fishy pungent feeling, entangled with the "buzzing" sound of the rusty freezer at the end of the corridor, making people's scalp tingle.
The medical examiner's voice drifted through the door, "The deceased is a female, 40 to 45 years old, approximately 162cm tall. ... Hmm? There's a fracture in the skull here, as if it had been struck."
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