Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum Chapter 897: The ninety-third bowl of soup (3)

The ninety-third bowl of soup (3)

As soon as he heard Zhong Xun's name, Qing Huan keenly noticed that the fat old man shook twice, and even his chins were shaking. She showed a clear expression: "Have you been taught a lesson by Zhong Xun?"

Meng Daxian retorted with a guilty conscience: "How is it possible! Is this Daxian the kind of person who would be taught a lesson by a hairy boy?! The boy was so frightened when he saw me that he knelt down and called my grandpa! I—"

"Grandpa?"

The pork skewer in Meng Daxian's hand fell off the plate with a clatter. He just ate two pounds of spicy crayfish. The plate was full of oil, and his clothes were immediately dirty, but he was not in the mood to care about that at the moment, but ...slowly, stiffly, like a slow motion movie, twisting his head away—

Zhong Xun's manly and ferocious face appeared in front of him. He was injured during the mission. Zhong Xun had a scar from his left forehead to the corner of his left eye. He didn't look like a policeman, but a boss. Meng Daxian's legs felt soft in an instant: "Zhong Zhong Zhong Zhong Zhong..."

"So your name is Zhong Zhong Zhong Zhong Zhong?"

Meng Daxian is about to cry, this unfortunate child, when are you still joking? Didn't you see that the old man was about to pee? !

Zhong Xun moved to the vacant seat next to them. His body was almost two meters tall as an iron tower. In front of him, Qing Huan could be said to be very petite and slender.

"Are you hungry?" Qing Huan pushed the skewer in front of him towards Zhong Xun, "Eat first, we'll talk after eating."

Zhong Xun is really hungry. He already had a huge appetite, and he didn't even drink saliva in the afternoon to investigate the case, let alone eat. He picked up the cold beer next to him and took a few sips, and the hot summer air dissipated a little. He was not the kind of person who would be polite, Qing Huan invited him, and because he was really hungry, Zhong Xun buried his head and started to eat. Qing Huan thought he might not be enough, so he asked for dozens of meat skewers and two cans of ice. beer.

But even with all of this stuffed into his stomach, Zhong Xun is only half full. During this period, Meng Daxian tried to escape many times, but he was dragged by Qing Huan. He sat on the stool as if his buttocks were oiled, and he wanted to run away immediately, and was not willing to eat at the same table with Zhong Xun. I don't know how many times this stinky brat has been caught, and he has been seen at the murder scene every time. Anyone else will think he is very strange!

But he didn't dare to run. On the one hand, Qing Huan kept him. On the other hand, when he saw Zhong Xun's hand on the pistol on his waist, it meant that if he dared to run, a shot would kill him.

What a hard life. After so many years of exhaustion, not only was he robbed of business by a little girl, but he was also threatened by a bandit. How could his life be so hard? The lucky fortune teller never shows himself, otherwise he will definitely have a worse life. There is nothing more heartbreaking and disappointing than an established destiny that cannot be changed!

Finally, Zhong Xun had enough to eat and drink, so he carried him out of the night market with Qing Huan - a fat old man and a little girl, Zhong Xun really carried out the crowd with his hand, and took them seriously When I went to the nearby square, it was the time when the nightlife began. The square was full of people in twos and threes, but when Big Brother Zhong Xun appeared, all of them were petty citizens who were frightened by his domineering air. Wherever he went, he was clean. In the end, he put the fat old man and the little **** the bench in front of the fountain in the square one by one, folded his arms and crossed his chest: "Tell me."

"Tell me, tell me... what?" Meng Daxian was about to cry, "I'm just a weak old man, please let me go."

Weak and weak...the manhole cover was smashed by you.

Zhong Xun glanced at him impatiently, the weak and weak old man screamed in fright, like a small quail hiding its head behind Qing Huan, "Don't kill me, don't kill me, I don't know anything— "

Zhong Xun: "..." He doesn't eat people, okay?

Actually, when he was eating roasted quail just now, his sharp white teeth snapped up and down, and even the bones were smashed into slag. The bite force was astonishingly comparable to that of a wild animal.

Qing Huan raised her hand: "Can I speak first?"

She was like a primary school student. Zhong Xun, who was in a bad mood because of the lack of clues about the case, suddenly had the urge to laugh, but he held it back and solemnly approved: "Yes."

"Wang Fang was not murdered."

Zhong Xun frowned immediately: "I want to lie to me again."

"What did I lie to you for??" Qing Huan wanted to rub his head against this big man, like a stupid dog. "Is there no forensic doctor in your bureau? Is there no forensic department? As long as you conduct an autopsy analysis of the corpse, you can definitely draw a conclusion, right? Have you ever seen a person who died without any wounds but no internal organs?"

"How do you know?" This is classified information, and no one but the criminal investigation team knows it.

"I'm a fortune teller, how do you say I know?" Qing Huan's attitude was very sincere. "Not only that, but I also know that the murderer will not stop, he will continue to commit crimes immediately."

Zhong Xun stared at Qing Huan for a few seconds, as if to judge whether she was telling the truth or a lie. But the little girl's eyes were clean and clear, without any blemishes, she just stared at him like that, as if she was very confident in what she said, but Zhong Xun didn't believe in ghosts and gods, "Just from the death of the corpse, the murderer must be a pervert with a twisted mind. Such a person would never commit a single crime, it is clearly a symbol of a serial killer, as anyone with common sense can deduce."

In other words, he still doesn't believe Qing Huan's words.

Meng Daxian muttered: "Look at you and see, why is it difficult to do business now, because there are so many people who disrespect ghosts and gods, burning paper money during ghost festivals in the city before... You say this How can there be no accident, the more lonely ghosts and wild ghosts, the more things will happen, and of course the living will die more."

No matter how quiet his voice is, Zhong Xun, who has excellent ears, can hear him clearly. "Meng Xingchen, you have appeared at the crime scene several times, don't you think it's too coincidental? Don't you have anything to explain to me?" I didn't think so at first, but many times, I met him in cases that were not a murderer. Coincidentally, Zhong Xun thought that the fat old man was the murderer. However, judging from the size and depth of the footprints left by the murderer at the crime scene, the fat old man was not the murderer, and that's why Zhong Xun didn't trouble him.

"I passed by... I just passed the crowd." Meng Daxian hid behind Qing Huan and explained, "Who knew I would be so unlucky, every scene is on my way. I sometimes pick up For door-to-door business, you can’t go anywhere for fortune-telling.”

Zhong Xun: "..." It's really easy to explain, but he couldn't refute it.

"That's right!" The fat old man suddenly felt confident, "I was just passing by, but you are good, every time you look at me, it's like seeing something, and you have to eat me I'm afraid I can't do it? I'm just a weak old man!"

Qing Huan felt like she was about to be pushed out of the bench by the fat old man. She asked Zhong Xun, "If you don't believe me, what are you doing here with me? I'll tell you in the afternoon that when there is no way out, I'll be waiting for you at the same place."

Zhong Xun's face is not very good-looking. The old and the young are slippery like a loach. They don't answer any questions. "How did Wang Fang die?"

"You believe me?"

"I don't believe it." He added, "But it doesn't prevent me from soliciting opinions from the public."

Qing Huan: "..."

Meng Daxian began to think again: "Is it difficult to admit that this case is not easy to solve? When you come to ask for help, you must have an attitude of asking for help. Now the policeman is like this. It's not good to be like a forensic doctor. something..."

Hearing what forensic doctor he mentioned, Zhong Xun's eyes narrowed: "What's your relationship with Meng Xingzhen?"

"What could it have to do with that? How could I possibly know that kind of bastard."

The denial is too fast, full of flaws, and it makes people believe that he knows him. In fact, when he first found out about this fat old man who always appeared at the murder scene, Zhong Xun felt strange when he saw his name—how could this old man be so similar to the name of the forensic doctor in the bureau?

He asked the forensic doctor Meng Xingzhen, and the guy looked blank. Now it seems that the two people knew each other at all. In this case, it would not be surprising for them to know the death status of the deceased. With Meng Xing on the pillow, it is very possible that they have seen the forensic report. "What's your relationship with him?"

"Forget about the police comrade, I won't hide it from you." Meng Daxian said with a sad face, "Actually, I am Grandpa Meng Xingzhen, and he is my grandson."

Qing Huan's mood was very subtle when Zhong Xun said Meng Daxian's name. She had a bold idea...

Zhong Xun: "..." Very good, this kind of personality that likes ethics is also very similar, "You two have similar names, obviously they are of the same generation."

"Who's the same generation as that stinky boy?! I'm his uncle anyway! That stinky boy—" What did he say!

Qing Huan helps her forehead, it's so easy to be rhetorical, so the fat old man should take most of the responsibility for living in such a poor life? People just say it casually, and he says everything.

"It turns out to be like this." Zhong Xun's expression was still tense, "Meng Xingzhen is a forensic doctor who came back from overseas, and the experts hired by the bureau have something to do with a genius like you?"

Meng Daxian wanted to choke back, but he was tall, strong and had a gun, so he didn't dare. "What about us..."

Zhong Xun wanted to ask again, but Qing Huan tugged at his sleeve: "You really don't want to know how Wang Fang died? At least, is it a cause of death that cannot be explained by science?"

After hearing her words, Zhong Xun remembered that Meng Xingzhen seemed to hesitate after the autopsy. Maybe the forensic doctor found something wrong at that time, but he couldn't analyze it from a scientific point of view, and he didn't believe in ghosts and gods, so didn't say anything.

He thought for a while, then picked up the old and the young again: "It's true or false, you'll know when you see the forensic doctor."