Xu Xinning greatly admired the work ethic of these veteran comrades. They were willing to go without food, drink, rest, or sleep to find out the truth. In their hearts, work was above all else. However, due to a lack of funds, much of their work was quite difficult.
When Xu Xinning saw one of the photos on the wall, she stared at it for a moment and then asked, "What is this?"
After glancing at it, the forensic doctor Ji replied, "It should be a tattoo, but I'm really curious, what does this girl mean by tattooing such a flower on her shoulder? Is she just trying to look pretty? But I don't think it looks that good. However, this girl must come from a very well-off family. In this day and age, who would bother with such things when they can't even afford to eat?"
Tattoos were not uncommon in Xu Xinning's previous life, but they were usually used on servants or bodyguards.
However, tattoos are rare these days, and besides, these are extraordinary times, so tattoos are probably not accepted, right?
Xu Xinning looked at it carefully and asked, "Is this a chrysanthemum?"
The forensic doctor replied, "Yes, it's a chrysanthemum."
chrysanthemum?
This is even stranger. In China, chrysanthemums are not considered auspicious. To put it bluntly, they are only worn when visiting graves. So why would this woman have a chrysanthemum tattooed on her body?
Could it be someone who loves chrysanthemums?
Xu Xinning muttered, "Chinese people mostly love peonies and plum blossoms, it's really rare to see someone who loves chrysanthemums so much."
Forensic doctor Ji: "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, who knows?"
Xu Xinning muttered again, "What is our national flower?"
Forensic Doctor Ji: "National flower? In the past, some dynasties designated the peony as the national flower, while others designated the plum blossom. After liberation, no national flower was officially designated, but in the eyes of ordinary people, it should still be the peony!"
Hsu Hsin-ning: "I think the national flower of Japan is the chrysanthemum."
Forensic doctor Ji: "How is that possible? Isn't the cherry blossom Japan's national flower?"
Xu Xinning: "Some people say cherry blossoms and some say chrysanthemums, but cherry blossoms are more famous. I've heard my brother mention them."
Forensic doctor Ji was stunned. Could it be what he was thinking?
Forensic Doctor Ji: "Girl, you may have helped Lao Qian and his team a lot. They visited the places where this woman had lived and also went to her hometown to investigate, but they just didn't find anything useful."
Before the forensic doctor could finish speaking, he ran off to find Lao Qian and the others.
Xu Xinning tilted her head and stared directly at the girl in the photo. Could she be a Japanese spy?
When Xu Xinning came out, Wang Ying and Mu Jingheng were waiting for her at the front desk of the Public Security Bureau. Seeing her come out, Wang Ying went up to her and asked, "Why did you take so long? Is something wrong?"
Xu Xinning smiled and replied, "I'm not from the Public Security Bureau, so what could I possibly be involved in? It's just that Uncle Ji is obsessed with medicine, and he wanted to discuss it with me when he saw me."
Wang Ying: "I saw the forensic doctor Ji hurriedly pulling that policeman surnamed Qian away, and I thought something big had happened to you. By the way, I wonder how the case of the female corpse found in our village is going? The thought of the victims in the village gives me the creeps. There used to be a lot of people washing clothes in the river, but recently they've all moved upstream to wash them."
Xu Xinning: "I don't know either. Uncle Ji is just a forensic doctor, and he didn't tell me how the investigation went."
Wang Ying: "When I see your father, I'll have to ask him if he still remembers Shuanzi's wife. I heard she's not doing well now. She fell ill the day after the body was found, but her in-laws think she's unlucky and are tormenting her even more. I think if there's any news, I should tell her so she can feel better."
Seeing that Xu Xinning seemed reluctant to talk about this, Mu Jingheng guessed that she probably knew something. He also knew that there were rules for handling cases, so he changed the subject, saying, "Let's go, let's go to the department store. I don't know how crowded it will be right now."
Distracted like this, Wang Ying's attention was also on shopping at the department store. "There are never many people at the department store. If you are lucky enough to find one that doesn't require a ticket, the line can stretch from the department store to the main street."
Mu Jingheng became interested after Wang Ying said that, and urged the two of them to hurry up and leave.
Xu Xinning shook her head at Mu Jingheng. This guy was just like Xu Laosan, always crowding into places where it was lively. It seems the lesson from the last theft incident wasn't learned enough!
The department store was indeed crowded, but it wasn't overcrowded.
The department store had a wider variety of goods than the supply and marketing cooperative. It was divided into two floors, and the payment method was also different from that of the supply and marketing cooperative. The counter issued invoices and issued goods, while the cashier was separate. The salesperson would write the invoice, clip it to the clip above their head, and then slide the invoice to the cashier with a force. The cashier would collect the invoice and money, stamp it, and then the customer would take the receipt to the salesperson to collect the goods.
Xu Xinning found it quite interesting. Every time she saw those ropes holding the tickets, it reminded her of the electric buses in the city. There were two poles on the top of the buses, and the poles were connected to power lines. The buses would run along the power lines, which looked like a spider web. There were these power lines everywhere in the city.
Xu Xinning remembers that when she first rode an electric bus as a child, she was so curious that she kept sticking her head out the window to watch how the bus moved along the power lines. She was scolded by the ticket seller several times, but no matter how much the ticket seller scolded her, Xu Xinning still couldn't help but stick her head out the window to look at the power lines on the roof. When she got home that time, Xu Yaozu criticized her and told her a lot about the dangers of sticking her head out of the bus.
When Xu Yaozu told her that if she stuck her head out of the car, she might get her head ripped off if she was unlucky, Xu Xinning never dared to do it again. That night, she had a nightmare in which her head fell out of the car and watched the car drive away. Her head tried desperately to chase after the car, but it couldn't catch up no matter how hard it tried. She cried and cried in despair.
Xu Xinning remembers clearly that Xu Yaozu held her all night and didn't sleep.
While Xu Xinning was still reminiscing, Mu Jingheng secretly bought her a birthday present. Amidst the rush of money, the transaction had quietly come to an end.
Wang Ying took a liking to a red top, thinking that Xu Xinning's fair skin would look good in it.
The red dress stood out among the pile of gray clothes, so it attracted quite a few people, especially those who were preparing for their weddings.
Wang Ying: "Comrade, comrade, could you please take this garment down so I can take a look?"
While Wang Ying was calling for the sales clerk, others were also calling out, "Comrade, comrade, I've got my eye on this red dress, I want this red dress."
The sales clerk took down the clothes and looked at this one and that one, unsure which to show to first.
While the sales clerk hesitated, a hand suddenly reached in and snatched the garment.
When the sales clerk saw that her clothes had been snatched, she panicked and exclaimed, "What's wrong with you, comrade? How could you steal like that?"
Overjoyed at having snagged the clothes, she didn't care that the sales clerk was rude to her and said to the clerk, "Comrade, please give me the receipt, I want it."
Wang Ying and another customer who wanted to look at clothes were unhappy. "How can you be so rude? We were the ones who picked them out first."
The person who snatched the clothes stood with their hands on their hips and said, "Just because you've taken a liking to them doesn't mean they're yours. Did you even pay for them?"
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