Death Photo Gallery (10)

The next day, Jin Yaming, who was handcuffed, was escorted to the back seat by Feng Shaomin and Tang Xiaochuan. Zhao Leiting drove the car, with Meng Siqi sitting in the passenger seat, and they headed to Sujiang to identify the scene where the body was dumped.

The weather seems to be particularly bad today. It has been cloudy all the time. If the car is opened a little, the cold wind outside will come in and bite you.

This police car might have been used for too long, and the glass windows are not solid at all, so cold wind is always blowing in. All the way, Meng Siqi said nothing, put his hands in his pockets, clasped his legs together, and curled himself up in his coat.

The wind got stronger as we approached the river upstream. Although the river is not big, the temperature brought by the wind is very low.

After getting off the car, Meng Siqi still did not take her hands out of her pockets. She shivered, took a few steps, and looked around.

This area is a bit desolate. Strictly speaking, this section of the river is a wide river. Both sides are very desolate with withered yellow weeds. In the distance, you can see the chimneys of the factory. There are no houses nearby, but it is not so desolate. You can also see small bamboo sheds that may have been built here for fishing or picnics.

There is a bridge upstream, a very ordinary arch structure, and occasionally cars pass over it.

Feng Shaomin pushed Jin Yaming's arm and said coldly, "Where is it? Point it out."

Jin Yaming's face was gloomy, his brows drooped, and he raised his handcuffed hands and pointed to a place three hundred meters downstream from the bridge.

He was escorted to a river bank with weeds half a leg high. There was a sunken area but still on a level surface. Feng Shaomin said, "Are you sure it's here? Tell us what happened when you dumped the body."

Jin Yaming swallowed slowly, "It's here. I remember this place. I brought her here in a box and threw her down there. But I was worried that she would come up with her clothes on and be recognized, so I stripped her naked and buried her."

Hearing this, Meng Siqi's body coldness seemed to be driven away by something, her blood pressure rose, and she felt an indescribable anger in her heart. She didn't expect that Hu Dingxiang would suffer such devastation after being killed.

Feng Shaomin was obviously a little angry, and his tone suddenly became angry: "Where is it buried? Tell me!"

"Right where we are standing."

Meng Siqi suddenly felt a numbness under her feet. This was a depression, and the place where she was standing was right at the edge of the depression, so it looked like a small raised mound of earth, already covered with grass.

Feng Shaomin immediately gave the order. There were tools in the trunk of the car. Zhao Leiting ran back and brought back two shovels. He and Tang Xiaochuan each took one and started shoveling the ground.

Meng Siqi stood aside, staring at the turned soil on the ground. Although she was not looking for Hu Dingxiang's body, she was still a little nervous.

After a while, Tang Xiaochuan dug up a rotten foam box with a shovel. This kind of foam box is mostly used to hold seafood and vegetables, but it was already rotten, so it should be the box for transporting corpses.

"Found it." Zhao Leiting made an excited sound, and he turned out a piece of clothing that was rotten by wet mud.

This should be Hu Dingxiang's white shirt, but it has been corroded by the mud and has long lost its white texture.

Zhao Lei Ting spread out the clothes with his gloved hands. There was an obvious hole on the chest of the shirt that was pierced by a sharp weapon. There was originally a large bloodstain around the hole, but it had long been diluted and decomposed by wet soil. It was estimated that only instruments could detect it.

While Meng Siqi was concentrating and holding his breath, he dug out some underwear mixed with mud and a small red rope from the soil.

Meng Siqi was attracted by it. She put on gloves, picked it up and wiped off the mud. It turned out to be a wrist rope. There seemed to be an ornament tied to the rope. She rubbed the mud off the ornament and found it was a silver ornament the size of a peanut. It might also be fake silver and very light. On the ornament, she saw a small word carved on it, "Incense".

This is all that Hu Dingxiang left behind. Meng Siqi sighed a little, and she handed the wristband to Feng Shaomin, "Master, it looks like it belongs to Hu Dingxiang."

Feng Shaomin nodded without saying anything.

At this time, a cold wind blew, tearing at Feng Shaomin's hard and deeply wrinkled face, but his anger was as hard as iron and stone, without a single wrinkle.

On the way back, the carriage was very silent, and no one spoke. However, all the evidence at present was enough to convict Jin Yaming, and he would be severely punished by the law.

In the evening, Meng Siqi was in a bad mood and came home late. While Ye Xiuhui was eating melon seeds and watching TV, she glanced at her and then at the things on the coffee table. "Your brother brought this to you."

I don't know what it is, it looks like a letter. Meng Siqi picked it up and pulled out a card from it curiously. It was not something new, but a ticket for 70 yuan, which was considered high-end consumption in that era. It said "art exhibition" on it, and the theme of the exhibition was "The Long Wait".

"What did he give me this for?"

Ye Xiuhui was watching TV intently and answered, "What do you think? Your brother has called you several times. How come you are getting later and later? He just asked you if you received the ticket."

Recently, Meng Siqi has been somewhat resistant to art exhibitions, so she put the ticket back into the envelope intact.

She could clearly see that there was no way Meng Tingzhe would have the leisure to invite her to an art exhibition. This must have been Jiang Sheng's invitation. Perhaps Ye Xiuhui didn't want to mention his name in front of her.

She immediately refused: "Forget it, let me take it back. I really don't have time."

Ye Xiuhui finally came back to her senses from watching TV. "What do you mean you don't have time? Don't you have a day off tomorrow?"

In this era, people still have one day off. Tomorrow is Sunday, so they do have a day off, but in the police station, they often rotate off. She should rest tomorrow, but she can also go to work. She said directly: "It would be great if I could read a book when I have time."

"Eh?" Ye Xiuhui looked at her incomprehensible and started to complain, "You are paid so little and you are busy all day long. I would have told you to quit a long time ago. It would be better for you to work as a receptionist for your brother. With your country bumpkin image, you are lucky that Jiang Sheng likes you."

It turned out to be Jiang Sheng. Meng Siqi said coldly: "I also ask you to tell Meng Tingzhe that if he wants to marry someone, he can do it! In the future, he'd better do less of this kind of second-hand work, otherwise I will be angry!"

Meng Siqi stopped talking, turned around and went upstairs.

Ye Xiuhui was stunned for a moment, and it took her a long time to react. She felt that her daughter was becoming more and more lawless. She climbed up from the sofa and almost fell down. Then she shouted in a loud voice in the hall: "Who is the setter? Who are you accusing? You have no manners, absolutely no manners!"

With a bang, the door closed and Meng Siqi lay on the bed. All of a sudden, his tense body gradually softened and he returned to normal.

She was used to slowly digesting her emotions in such a solitary environment, so after a while, she felt much better. She closed her eyelids and entered a meditative state without realizing it. She began to recall last night's interrogation, and she couldn't help feeling excited, nervous, and confused.

This was her first time to preside over an interrogation. In fact, she had made a lot of preparations in advance. She read the interrogation words prepared in advance many times from her notebook. However, when the actual interrogation began, she felt that she still did not do well.

Although Jin Yaming pleaded guilty, she thought it was a bit lucky. On the contrary, if there was no blood type evidence, were the crime scenes she described really real? Or were they just her imagination based on her own experience?

After thinking all this, she began to suspect that there was something strange about Jin Yaming's confession process. He should have confessed when he heard the blood type evidence, but he still denied it at that time; Jin Yaming's confession became unlikely after that, but he quickly confessed after hearing Song Xinran's words.

All of this made her feel a little strange.

Is that sentence really that important?

Song Xinran just asked her to convey a very ordinary message, "I'll be waiting for him at home, so he can rest assured."

Waiting for him, feeling at ease?

Meng Siqi began to feel a little confused. She was not good at reasoning, but she felt that she had to sort out some unusual and inconsistent logic.

Waiting? A long wait? She remembered the theme of Jiang Sheng's invitation to her to see the exhibition. Waiting can be not just a short wait at home, but a long wait. Did Song Xinran say, "I will always wait for you, just rest assured."

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that this matter was not as simple as it was now. There was something strange about Jin Yaming's confession, and there was something strange about the relationship between him and Song Xinran.

What kind of relationship do they have? Is the whole thing related to Song Xinran as well?

She even suspected that Jin Yaming's confession was not entirely due to her speculation. A person like Jin Yaming might not have any dignity at all. She remembered that he sobbed softly when he confessed. Did he seem to resonate with what Song Xinran had told him?

She finally tried her best and snuggled down into the quilt, trying to relax, unwilling to continue thinking deeply.

On Monday, Meng Siqi went to work as usual. As soon as she stepped into the police station lobby in the morning, she was suddenly shocked.

Six or seven people were pushing and shoving the police in the hall. They were all speaking very fiercely, as if they were arguing about something. One of the middle-aged women was crying the most fiercely, "Today is my son's birthday. He has been missing for so many days. Can you find him? Can you find him?"

"Please calm down and go to the reception room to have a glass of water first." The police officer kept persuading, "We will talk slowly."

"Take your time to talk? It's been several months and you asked me to take my time to talk!" The woman's face was full of anger and sadness, and she was emotionally disturbed.

Meng Siqi also took a quick look at her. Her hair was a little curly, probably because it had been permed. She was wearing a tweed coat, and it could be seen that she came from a well-off family.

The person next to her should be her husband, who was protecting her while confronting the police: "Where is your director? Why don't you look for her? She's missing, why don't you look for her?"

There were also a few people who might be the couple's relatives or friends, who also added fuel to the fire and cursed.

Several policemen seemed a little overwhelmed. In fact, Meng Siqi had experienced family members coming to the police station to make trouble before, but it was not as serious as this time. Sometimes it is indeed because of poor communication or failure to solve the case in time that the family members get emotional, which is a test for the police.

However, as a newly recruited criminal police officer, she could not help much in this matter, and even if she wanted to help, she might end up making things worse.

The road to the hall was blocked. Meng Siqi wanted to get to the office as soon as possible, so she had to squeeze past the group of people.

But just as she was about to step over, the group started pushing again, and suddenly, she was hit by a strong man's arm, and suddenly she was crashed into the expensive welcoming tree in the hall.

The tree has lush branches and thorns. If you hit it, you will bleed.

She thought she was really going to break herself, but at the critical moment, a strong hand caught her staggering body.

The man was very strong, his arm was like a drawn bow, and he pulled her back.

The faint woody scent from his body wafted over her face, abstinent and restrained, stirring her nerves, allowing her to instantly identify who this man was.

Lu He put one hand around her waist, and even though she was wrapped in a thick windbreaker, he still held her tightly.

With his help, Meng Siqi was pulled to the side of the welcoming tree. After making sure she was standing firmly, he let go.

She didn't dare to breathe and looked at him with her chin raised.

The man was still very aloof, staring at her with cold and silent eyes. Just like usual, he had no emotions and no heavy breathing. Just like what happened just now, he was just a passerby.

The cheeks carved out with heavy ink are angular, particularly powerful and impressive.

"Are you okay?" Lu He asked amid the noisy quarrel.

"It's okay, thank you, Lu...Team."

Lu He glanced away, raised his hand and pointed, his voice cold: "Why don't you go that way?"

The oath wall is right in front of the entrance to the hall, and there are aisles on both sides. Why did she choose to take the crowded aisle? Maybe it's because she is used to taking the shortcut.

There were clearly several colleagues walking into the aisle over there, but she insisted on taking the shortcut. Lu He must be making fun of her at this moment.

She was a little embarrassed, but still smiled and said, "Thank you for the reminder."

She lowered her head, passed by him, and headed for the aisle. On the way, she always felt a strange feeling around her waist, as if the strength of that man's palm still remained.

In the morning, Zhao Leiting secretly told her that as soon as Director Liu took action, the family incident was settled.

However, he did not mention a word about the root cause of this matter. Usually Zhao Lei Ting told him everything, but this time he seemed to have hidden something.

She didn't ask, because the office seemed particularly dull and even a little heavy at that time. She remembered that when everyone walked into the office, they were completely different from usual, with solemn emotions on their faces.

Even Han Changlin, who was usually calm, did not start working immediately. Instead, he slumped down in his chair with his eyes closed and a look of unrelieved worry on his face.

So, what happened?