Piranha Plant (15)

In the scene that Meng Siqi saw, the photo studio collapsed with a loud bang and broke into pieces like a building block, and Song Xinran who was standing inside the door suddenly disappeared.

However, after all this was gone in a flash, a new picture was reborn among the shattered tiles.

At the bottom of the photo studio, which should be a basement, Song Xinran was concentrating on carving a skinned person with a scalpel in hand. The bright red color of the muscles was like the residue spit out by countless carnivorous plants...

The picture disappeared like a stream of light, and everything just now turned into shadows. Everything was clear again. Song Xinran had turned around and walked into the door, and her graceful back disappeared in the photo studio.

Meng Siqi suddenly woke up from a dream. She seemed to be short of oxygen. She took a few deep breaths desperately and felt a little unsteady on her feet.

Her arm was suddenly held by someone, and Zhao Leiting's voice seemed to be infinitely amplified and echoed in her ears, "Siqi, Siqi..."

Just like that time when she walked out of the cabaret, she felt like she had lost her hearing.

She looked at Zhao Leiting's anxious expression and tried desperately to catch him. Her efforts were not in vain. It was like breaking through the surface of the sea and finally hearing his clear voice.

"What's wrong with you? Meng Siqi..."

"I'm fine, Zhao Leiting." Meng Siqi came back to her senses slowly. Perhaps the scene just now happened too quickly, causing her to have an uncomfortable physical reaction, but she is much better now.

Tang Xiaochuan asked anxiously: "Are you too tired these days?"

Zhao Leiting said distressedly: "She just recovered from a cold, but she had a high fever of over 40 degrees the day before yesterday."

"Let's stop talking and go to the hospital first." Tang Xiaochuan urged.

Meng Siqi stood up completely, without Zhao Leiting's help. She said quickly, "No, no, let's go back to the police station now. I, I want to talk to the Korean team."

"Is there something so urgent?" Zhao Leiting said.

"It's extremely urgent. Go back now." Meng Siqi said seriously.

The two seemed to see her persistence and nodded.

In the car, Zhao Leiting and Meng Siqi were sitting in the back seat. He asked, "Siqi, did you find anything?"

"I don't know either. Let me think about it."

She had to think about how to explain this, because everything happened too suddenly, and the Korean team would not believe her without a proper explanation.

The car drove quickly back to the police station.

At that time, Han Changlin was still setting up the venue for the celebration party. Three days later, this year's celebration party would be held here. He was reluctant to come, but Director Liu asked him to organize it.

He and several logistics staff worked hard and finally got things done. The bureau required that the meeting layout must be simple, but not shabby, so he did not make too much preparation, but he also wanted to strive for perfection.

Using two ladders, he and a colleague took the two ends of the banner and hung it on the ceiling at the front of the conference room.

The female comrades below looked left and right and shouted, "Captain Han, you're too high over there, lower it a little, lower it a little more."

Han Changlin said, "Well, can you raise Chiang's head a little higher?"

The female comrade listened and looked around again. She shook her head and said, "Not good. You still have to go down there."

"It's really troublesome. I'm a captain and I'm hanging banners here. Old Liu, do you think I have nothing to do? I'm using the telephone poles as chopsticks..."

Han Changlin was not complaining. He was lowering the banner and making humorous jokes at the same time, which made the two female comrades in the audience laugh so hard that they couldn't stop.

The colleague named Xiao Jiang said, "Team Han, stop complaining. Do you know what Team Lu is doing now?"

"What are you doing?"

"He moved the fruit. Director Liu said that the fruit in the county is cheap, so he had to save the money and use him as a laborer. At the end of the year, there is a shortage of people, and it's the same in all departments."

Han Changlin smiled, feeling even happier. "His physique is perfect for being used as a blade."

The two female comrades laughed again, and suddenly they heard hurried footsteps at the door. At this moment, there was nothing urgent in the office, and the footsteps seemed to indicate that a storm was coming. The female comrades restrained their smiles and looked towards the door.

Three people rushed into the meeting room breathlessly. One of them was a girl with a ponytail and delicate features. She looked pretty at first glance. They were curious about why such a delicate girl appeared in the room. Could she be a clerk?

The little girl was panting rapidly, as if she was running very fast. They knew the other two people. One of them was called Zhao Leiting, a particularly active and handsome young man in the bureau, and the other one was called Tang Xiaochuan. They were both from the Second Criminal Police Team and were Han Changlin's subordinates, so it was probably the subordinates who had something urgent to do with their leader.

Han Changlin stopped on the ladder and looked back. It was Meng Siqi, Zhao Leiting and Tang Xiaochuan. They looked very anxious. Could it be that some murder had happened? At the end of the year, the interpersonal relationships were complicated. He didn't want anything to go wrong, but he had no choice.

"Take your time, why are you in such a hurry?" Han Changlin consoled.

"Team Korea," Meng Siqi said calmly, "We have found evidence of Song Xinran's murder."

"I suspect that she is the murderer of Hu Dingxiang, Fu Songan and Sun Beizhe!" Meng Siqi spoke every word forcefully.

When Han Changlin heard the three words "Sun Beizhe", his head buzzed. That was the name that once kept him awake at night. His career almost fell because of the Sun Beizhe case.

He couldn't face Sun Beizhe, let alone Sun Beizhe's parents, and he was too embarrassed to report to the police.

Earlier this year, Sun Beizhe was kidnapped and the kidnapping money was sent to a trash can at an agreed location. He led the entire team to capture him. When a man in a raincoat walked towards the trash can and picked up the things inside, he was so excited that he ordered the entire team to rush forward.

The murderer was caught, and he thought he had succeeded. He successfully solved another kidnapping case that shocked Jinyang City. But in the rain, his eyes caught a woman in a raincoat in the distance. It was pouring, and he couldn't see her face clearly.

Sure enough, the "murderer" he arrested was just a scavenger, while the real murderer escaped.

That was his darkest period. Sun Beizhe's parents led relatives and friends to rush into the police station countless times, demanding his apology, scolding him for being incompetent and a parasite in the police force.

Who is he? He just gave a wrong order, but the sky fell.

It was a real breakdown. As a man, he wanted to kneel at the door of the police station and apologize to them.

The bureau requested to arrest the second team because of his frequent mistakes, and the documents were almost stamped. He had only one thought at that time, that he couldn't let down the brothers who followed him. He shamelessly rushed into Director Liu's office with pitiful red eyes, "Director Liu, give me another chance. I, Han Changlin, am not a coward. I signed a military warrant with you. Give me time. If I don't achieve anything, you can kill me with a thousand cuts."

Maybe Director Liu was moved by him, or maybe Director Liu just loved him, and in the end he got that opportunity.

He cried bitterly in the rainstorm. It is said that men don't shed tears easily, but who can understand his pain?

He suddenly found that his snot and tears were falling. He wiped them with his hand, but unexpectedly his foot slipped and he fell down.

As the banner was pulled, Xiao Jiang at the other end was also taken down, and immediately two knocking sounds were heard on the wooden board at the front desk of the conference room.

"Korean team... Little Jiang..."

Everyone rushed over.

A few seconds later, Han Changlin climbed up in a somewhat wolfish manner and brushed off the dust on his body. "Is this ladder greased?"

The atmosphere at the scene was much more relaxed. He cheered up and asked Meng Siqi: "Xiao Meng, how did you find out?"

Meng Siqi saw Han Changlin's great excitement, and she hurriedly said, "I have been to Song Xinran and Jin Yaming's hometown. When they were ten years old, they liked to go up the mountain because the mountain belonged to them. They planned the murder there, and it was their hiding place. When they came to the city, they also had a hiding place. Song Xinran had a fascination with the photo studio. She liked it there because it was like the mountain when she was a child. The body was not thrown into the Sujiang River, but hidden in the photo studio..."

Han Changlin nodded heavily and gave Meng Siqi a very affirmative look. He turned around and ordered seriously: "Tang Xiaochuan, apply for a search warrant immediately and go to the photo studio."

"Korean team, bring the police dogs." Meng Siqi reminded that Song Xinran was so cunning that only a police dog could discover the body in the first time.

"Okay, we'll get two police dogs." Han Changlin clapped his hands, "Get ready and set off immediately!"

More than 20 minutes later, four police cars, sirens blaring, flew towards the photo studio.

The photo studio remained the same as before, nothing had changed, only Song Xinran's expression had changed. She was a very confident person and someone who had plans. When she found that the police had surrounded the photo studio, she realized something was wrong. In this situation, the police usually have important evidence. What would that be?

She had some doubts, but she was still lucky that the bodies were hidden very carefully and she could send them away after some time.

As long as the police couldn't find the body, all her plans would go smoothly. They were plans she had planned countless times, just like when she was a child, she drew a plan to kill her adoptive father in a notebook. Among the many plans, she chose the safest and most rigorous one. As it turned out, she succeeded.

Over the years, she has accomplished one assassination after another based on such careful thinking.

You can never rely on luck in life. She takes every step carefully and prepares for the worst.

No one in this world could guess that the body was in the photo studio. It was impossible. For no reason, a smile appeared on the corners of her mouth.

Zhao Leiting walked into the photo studio with a search warrant and saw the smile on Song Xinran's face again. That smile was stunningly beautiful, but after Zhao Leiting knew the reality behind it, he felt a little horrified. That smile didn't look like the smile of a normal person, but more like the whisper of a devil.

When Meng Siqi followed Han Changlin into the photo studio, Zhao Leiting had already displayed the search warrant in front of them. She found that Song Xinran was not panicking at all. She was sitting in a chair, feeding porridge to Cai Chunmei. Her posture was very calm and her movements were slow, as if all this had nothing to do with her.

The police conducted a rigorous search in every corner of the photo studio, leaving no inch of space untouched except where Song Xinran was.

Captain Han observed Song Xinran's expression. After a while, everyone came out, and everyone's voice was surprisingly consistent: "Team Han, we didn't find anything."

Han Changlin's eyelids drooped, his pupils shrank slightly, and his eyes were full of confusion and puzzlement.

This place is not big. The front of the photo studio is divided into the front room and the back room. There is only a bedroom, kitchen, bathroom and utility room in the back. Even the paintings on the wall and the lights on the ceiling are turned upside down.

The two police dogs worked hard, sniffing almost every corner. If they smelled a corpse, they would definitely give feedback.

Meng Siqi followed them and walked from the front to the back. She was not looking for a hidden body, but for the entrance to the basement. She saw with her own eyes that the photo studio had a basement, so there must be an entrance in this room. However, after searching, she found nothing.

When she walked towards the front room again, her eyes met Song Xinran's. Just like the first time they met, her eyes were full of thorns, and that thorn seemed to tell Meng Siqi that she would be invincible.

But Meng Siqi seemed to have thought of something. Song Xinran was a person with strange ways of thinking. She had clearly kidnapped Sun Beizhe in the nightclub, but she insisted on going to the nightclub.

She could have closed the photo studio during this period and eliminated suspicion, but she insisted on living here, which can only mean that the photo studio was a cover.

She suddenly ran out of the door, and Han Changlin hurriedly said, "Xiao Zhao, go with me and take a look."

This is a row of one-story storefronts, but part of the building is higher than the ground because the developer designed a basement above the ground, and Song Xinran made use of this basement.

She walked forward a few steps and a passage appeared among the row of storefronts. She walked in and successfully went around to the back of the storefronts. Behind her was a road much narrower than the road. It was sandwiched between houses from front and back. Lush weeds grew in this area. Meng Siqi pushed aside the half-human-high grass and walked forward.

Zhao Leiting was pulling grass with a stick in the back and called her, "Meng Siqi, where are you going?"

Meng Siqi did not answer because she found that there were footprints on the grass stems here, which meant someone must have walked here. After a while, she walked to the back of the photo studio, and a small iron door less than one meter high finally appeared, with a lock on it. She picked up the lock and found that there were not many embroidery marks on it, which meant that the door was often opened.

"Found it!" She was a little excited for a moment and shouted to Zhao Lei Ting.

Zhao Lei Ting ran over quickly and was shocked when he found the iron gate under the dense grass.

Ten minutes later, the police used a shovel to clear the weeds in the area, and a sledgehammer knocked off the iron lock, and the iron gate opened.

Tang Xiaochuan held up a flashlight and said, "Korean team, I'll go down and check out the situation first."

Zhao Leiting said, "I'll come along."

Tang Xiaochuan went in first. Zhao Leiting followed him in, shining a light on his back.

Meng Siqi discovered that there was a small staircase extending downwards, slowly extending to the basement. It should be a staircase that Song Xinran specially modified according to the structure of the basement.

Several people were waiting outside, and soon a shout came from inside, echoing in the enclosed space: "Korean team, important discovery!"

"Let's go down and take a look." Han Changlin gave the order, "Two people follow me."

Meng Siqi and a policeman followed Han Changlin down the stairs.

This staircase is made of rough cement and has heavy gravel, indicating that the stairs were built hastily.

Walking down, she smelled a smell similar to formaldehyde. She had smelled it in Fu Songan's studio last time, but it was not as strong. When she reached the ground, the lights in everyone's hands had already illuminated the basement.

Meng Siqi imagined a structure similar to Fu Songan's studio. Zhao Leiting was shouting, "This is a bit scary."

He was shining a flashlight.

Meng Siqi followed with a flashlight. She thought there must be lights and exhaust fans inside, which might be controlled by the photo studio.

Her flashlight flashed, shining crosswise on a human body model. No, what she saw was not a human body model, but a human specimen.

Everyone's flashlight was shining on the standing human specimen. He was standing as if he was batting a baseball, but only muscles and skeletons were left on his body. He looked like a skinned person, but perhaps due to some technology, he was standing upright and his flesh and bones would not rot. She easily thought of the plastination specimen technology of Fu Song'an's studio.

At first glance, it was indeed chilling. It was a male corpse. Based on the height, she roughly knew that this was Sun Beizhe, because Fu Songan was over 180 cm tall.

"We have also discovered something here." Tang Xiaochuan's flashlight was shaking over there.

Meng Siqi looked over there and suddenly shuddered. Inside a huge glass cover, it was filled with liquid, and curled up a naked female corpse, with her hair floating in the liquid and growing upward like seaweed. The entire corpse had a strange appearance as if it had been soaked in formalin, and it looked extremely strange under the illumination of the flashlight.

Meng Siqi almost vomited. It was the first time she had seen a person soaked in formalin. It must be Hu Dingxiang.

Meng Siqi could not stay in this closed space for any longer. The police there also took a picture of something, a corpse wrapped in a plastic bag, or a human specimen.

The Korean team confirmed: "Could this height be Fu Songan?"

Meng Siqi felt a little uncomfortable, so she reported, "Captain Han, I'm going to go upstairs to get some fresh air first."

"good."

Meng Siqi stepped onto the concrete stairs and walked up step by step. Each step was very heavy. She was stepping on the traces that Song Xinran had walked on countless times, but she could not crush her sins.

Outside, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. After taking a few deep breaths, she finally felt a little better.

But the feeling of fear deepened. She might have been killed by Jin Yaming. If that was the case, she might have become a corpse like Hu Dingxiang.

Less than half an hour later, Han Changlin and his men came up and shouted, "Lock down the basement! Arrest Song Xinran!"