Chapter 17, "The Little Policeman": Counting ants, you silly little thing. ...
The security guard, letting out a scream, jumped almost as high as the basketball hoop.
The person's legs inside those pants were already rotten.
This strange incident immediately attracted the attention of the police officers on the playground.
The cafeteria worker pushed the crowd aside and rushed to the side to vomit. Amidst the stench of digestive fluids, people who had chased away the flies used an iron hook from the latrine to drag out the body. They discovered that the deceased was wearing a Patek Philippe watch on his hand, but they couldn't pull it out. The crowd then realized that this person might be someone extraordinary.
When no one dared to speak, Jian Dieda stood at the back, muttering to himself without showing his face: "This is bad. This watch looks familiar. After Director Wang and Deputy Director Xue returned from their meeting, how many times have we seen Deputy Director Xue?"
Ding Xiaoding was taken aback and said, "I haven't seen it."
The others started moving their lips.
A bolt of lightning, like a devastating blow, struck beneath the fluttering red flag.
"Report! I have never seen Deputy Director Xue!" The speaker was Xiao Jun.
"I've never seen anyone!" This person's nickname in the station was Fatty.
"The deputy director is a male corpse?! Who can explain this?!" This guy, nicknamed Big Guy, exclaimed.
These people looked at Janda, the one who had initially guided the thinking.
"I remember that the two directors parked their car in front of the dormitory that day. Could it be that Deputy Director Xue wanted to come in and take a look, and then that night..."
Jian Dieda stepped forward, wiping away the mud clumps from the flower bed with his rubber boots.
He didn't intend to point out that this might be a murder.
Humans who eat grains and other foods are prone to illnesses and ailments. He wanted to use the speculation of sudden illness to mitigate the shock of everyone discovering a corpse.
However, his words were unintentionally met with a word of agreement from behind, or rather, a interruption.
“I remember,” Dong Dongdong said, pushing his roommate aside as he felt cramped.
Jian Dieda's gaze met Dong Dongdong's.
He stepped aside and said to the other person, "Deputy Director Xue came to the dormitory that night. Was he looking for the toilet and then accidentally fell down?"
Oh—that's possible!
Aside from Jian Dieda, everyone else's thinking was immediately sparked.
"Hmm...look how slippery the ground is. I think it's pretty much true. Xiao Jun, Big Guy, Fatty, Ding Xiao Ding, come on, let's dig quickly together."
At Dong Dongdong's command, he acted like a boss and rallied them to pick up their shovels.
Jane was rendered speechless.
Someone like him, who sits on the sidelines, has no say even if he wants to give orders, and the scene, already soaked by the rain, is ruined by the second round.
A large hole appeared in the wall. Someone had pulled the corpse too hard, and the man's pants were gone. A soft, flesh-colored stick worm was completely submerged in the excrement of the latrine.
Furthermore, what is most striking is that the corpse's abdomen was strangely swollen, like a large, blue balloon filled with water. It was impossible to tell from the body whether the victim had been to the secondary crime scene, or whether there were any remnants on the underwear.
The unlucky fellow's face wasn't disfigured; he was none other than everyone's most respected leader, Deputy Director Xue.
So, did the dead Deputy Director Xue really wave to him from the last stall of the latrine?
Jian Dieda heard the system notification: [Ding! The first person eliminated last night has appeared: Informant No. 6, Xue Wenhua, has been killed by a knife!]
The truth about who the deceased was has finally come to light. The high-level dimensional group pointed at the impactful scene on the screen and chattered excitedly:
[“I was so impatient! After two episodes, they finally revealed the deceased's identity (Consort Zhen eating melon seeds)”]
"Does anyone think this unidentified corpse was pregnant?"
"Right, this is clearly a male body, but it looks like it's carrying a ghost child after death..."
"You guys aren't paying close attention to the plot, are you? Have you all forgotten that the real culprit and accomplices use some kind of evil magic called 'female womb'? In a sense, 'pregnancy' is parasitism. Before an embryo becomes a baby, it's just a bunch of worms. This corpse probably took the fall for the lowly cop. I think he might rise from the dead soon..."
"Hidden evil intentions! Ghost month has arrived! Oh no! Police officer in danger!"
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Back to reality, the mess wasn't over yet. When the urea bags became makeshift body bags, people let out a few fake cries like, "Even if my father died, I wouldn't be this heartbroken."
When Director Wang received the news of his old colleague's drowning, he was stunned and immediately opened the window.
Grassroots units lack forensic identification departments.
The scene downstairs was chaotic.
The smell of water and rotting flesh was so strong it made you want to vomit.
Jian Dieda openly squatted under the flagpole, slacking off.
Dongzi and the others worked hard without complaint, carrying loads of soil on shoulder poles.
Some people were even standing chopsticks upright, scattering paper money, and kowtowing to the deputy director.
After standing by the window for five minutes, Director Wang returned to his comrades.
The others saw Director Wang sitting in his chair, his forehead in his hands, his eyes vacant and lifeless. He hadn't looked anyone in the eye. Having suddenly lost a comrade-in-arms, he naturally felt a deep sorrow and said:
"Quickly get everyone to calm down. We need to maintain composure and not panic. You, first notify the comrades from the township health center to properly handle the body. You, find a few people to investigate what exactly happened. Lao Xue and I just got back from a business trip together. How could something like this happen right under our noses? Heaven has no eyes!"
The body was retrieved, and the breath of nature lingered for the entire midday.
Dogs that walk past Honghui Police Station bark once, then run away in disgust.
Dong Dongdong pulled the tissue out of his nostril, clutched his stomach, and said, "Hey, everyone hang in there, I can't take it anymore, I need to go to the toilet."
Jian Dieda got excited when he heard about the toilet and followed him into the first floor.
Dong Dongdong took two steps, then turned back to look at his crippled roommate who was following him around like a shadow, and said with a troubled expression, "Jianzi, why don't you sit down and play? Why are you coming with me to smell this stench?"
Jian Dieda, pressed against the wall like a gecko, said, "Dong, I have something to tell you. The other night, I was greeted by a hand in the public toilet stall in the dormitory building. It was so scary!"
The corridor was quiet.
This small police station looks peaceful, but it is suspected that a vicious shooting incident involving police officers breaking into homes, robbing people, and dividing the loot occurred.
Jian Dieda, observing the young policeman, gestured and said, "Just like that! Look! That hand shook at me several times, but didn't tell me the lottery number or anything. I suspect it's the ghost of Deputy Director Xue."
Dong Dongdong pointed to the propaganda wall and said, "Look at these 'Destroy the Four Olds' broadcast scripts. You're talking nonsense. Be careful, or I'll expose you for saying such things."
He also said, "You still dream of becoming a police officer? Give it a rest."
Jian Dieda pretended to be scared and ran outside, watching Dong Dongdong go in as he went.
Jian Dieda thought, let's just assume Dong Dongdong is exceptionally capable. But he still has evidence of a corrupt police case. Director Wang and Deputy Director Xue were both superiors that Dong Zhijie had wanted to report. Dong Dongdong? Is there a conspiracy behind your dream of becoming a police officer?
Looks like we need to examine the body. No matter how disgusting the scene outside is, he's playing the police now. Should we just go for it?
Jane Dieda's idea was just beginning to take shape.
The system gave a notification and published the fourth rulebook.
1-4: When the protagonist generates a complete investigative plan for the first time, they can gain a certain degree of self-protection ability at night in the case.
The sound effects of this murder mystery game system are very realistic, just like the sound of an official seal being stamped on paper, and it will suddenly slap his head every time.
As soon as the stamp was applied, Jian Dieda's hand felt like it was being electrocuted.
Seeing that his hands had recovered somewhat, Jian Dieda immediately came out and helped the maggots in the sack see the light.
Deputy Director Xue was covered in tiny flies, and his face twitched from being nudged by them.
While others avoided him like the plague, he was always there for him. The deputy director had earlobes as big as a Maitreya Buddha, earning him the nickname "Smiling Buddha." He often carried a small ear pick to the office to clean the ears of the corpse. Jian Dieda helped clean the corpse's ear canals, and they were indeed quite clean inside.
In addition, the mouth and nostrils of this dead Buddha do not resemble those of someone who fell into a public toilet and drowned.
Those around him thought, "Oh my, this kid Jian Da has developed the ability to ignore the smell of the dead?" Someone advised him to stay away from the smell of the dead, but he wouldn't leave.
They didn't know that this was how Jane Dieda acted in modern times. He would completely ignore anything he didn't want to hear, no matter what people said to him.
Jane continued searching her pockets, and a piece of paper with a letterhead was revealed in the hem of her jacket pocket.
After carefully unfolding the shredded paper and making out the handwriting, Jian Dieda thought, "Isn't this the registration paper commonly used in the duty room? Is Deputy Director Xue trying to expose that the person who killed him is someone from the station?"
A little while later, the gatekeeper boiled a kettle of water, and the canteen delivered an extra meal.
The gatekeeper said, "Comrades, if you're not thirsty, don't pour it out. It's better to save it for those who work hard than let it get cold. The waterworks has temporarily shut off the water valve at the police station, so boiling water has been difficult lately."
The others felt nauseous after emptying their stomachs of the feces, unable to drink any water or eat anything, but Jian Dieda's mouth never stopped eating and drinking.
Jian Dieda stuffed a mouthful of shredded pork with eggs and said, "As people in the public security system, you should have faith in the police uniform. I really am the most suitable person to join the public security bureau."
Ding Xiaoding clapped his hands with a silly grin and waved his carrying pole to express his admiration.
The others thought, "Damn it, this guy got tricked by someone who doesn't do any work again."
When Dong Dongdong returned, the health center had just arrived.
Director Xue's body was taken to the funeral home.
The entire Honghui Police Station, including nearby residences, will face a water outage for rectification.
At 5:30, Ding Xiaoding carried carrot buns and mixed shallots, looking for someone to eat with but couldn't find anyone. On Jianda's table was a rib comb lying upside down.
"Huh, where did everyone go?"
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After getting off work, Jian Dieda went to Fox Fairy Alley.
Zhong Jie's nose and ears are very sensitive; he smelled Jian Dieda's scent almost instantly.
The young policeman was wearing a black jacket typical of plainclothes officers. It was probably the case of the martyrs in Shanzha Hutong that had piqued his interest, and everyone had been temporarily listed as a suspect.
The fox spirit didn't want to show his power, so he stayed home, fanning himself with a palm leaf fan and boiling water. A policeman who was peeking inside came to the door, jumped twice, and then tried to climb the willow tree.
Zhong Jie moved the bench around.
Over here, Jian Dieda pricked up his ears, searching for any sounds in the alley. After wandering around for a few moments, he climbed up to the middle of the tree in one go. Unexpectedly, he slipped and slid down the painted trunk to the bottom halfway up, scraping his hand and leaving a red mark.
He had been barely holding on during the day, and now the young policeman's hands were killing him; his eyes suddenly welled up with tears.
Zhong Jie was so anxious that he immediately stood up. After standing up, he moved a stool over, stepped on it, and quickly climbed over the wall that the police station had sealed off.
Outside, Jane Dieda heard a deliberately cold male voice say, "Little fool, who are you looking for?"
With that shout, one of the key suspects in the case made a grand entrance once again.
The man sitting astride the wall was tall and thin, with thick lips, triangular eyes, and his legs crossed.
The moment Jian Dieda met the man's alluring eyes, he knew this was definitely the fox spirit young master.
Zhong Daxian has put on a new paper effigy again and is strutting around. He lazily says:
"Wearing a peaked cap, you're always walking around counting ants. If I were a telephone pole, you'd be in big trouble."
Jian Dieda stared intently at Zhong Jie.
The young police officer, unable to find a topic, resorted to trying to extort money from the fox spirit by saying, "Ouch, my hand hurts so much! Whose brickwork is this? Who planted this willow tree? Come out and pay up..."
Zhong Daxian peeked out to watch the spectacle, holding a handful of melon seeds. He deliberately spat some melon seed shells at him, saying, "These are from my family."
Jane said, "It's you? I almost didn't recognize you. You made another paper effigy!"
The paper effigy said indifferently,
"Officer, why don't you smell bad?"
"How come you've heard about it all?"
"The police station is banging a gong and posting notices. It's rare for an official to fall into the latrine and die, but... who killed him this time is hard to say."
Zhong Jie jumped down and quickly walked over, a peculiar, seductive smile on his face.
Jane Dieda's eyes flickered.
He glanced to the side, his resigned look piercing someone.
Zhong Jie's smile gradually disappeared.
He gritted his teeth inwardly, reaching out to the young policeman, wanting to drag him into the haunted house for a wedding ceremony.
The fox spirit, with his eyes half-closed, was still thinking, "Why don't I help him solve the case, earn merit, and get a reward? I'll gain merit and help the mortal at the same time."
Zhong Jie thought the idea was reliable.
For those kinds of stories to happen between two people, doesn't it require one party to take the initiative?
That's how it's portrayed in many movies.
Zhong Daxian simply grabbed Jian Dieda and pulled him over to look at his scraped hand, then bumped him hard with his right shoulder:
"Is it all my fault that you fell? Well then, come home with your husband, I'll blow on it for you, and you're not allowed to cry."
A note from the author:
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When it comes to the best husband-making skills, look no further than Fox Strong of Hawthorn Alley!
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