Netherworld Investigator Chapter 54: The ambiguity of the police flower

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After setting up Wang Dali, Huang Xiaotao sent me a text message: "Song Yang, come to the parking lot, something happened!"

I thought something was wrong, so I rushed to the parking lot and almost didn't laugh.

It turned out that when Luo Weiwei drove out Huang Xiaotao’s black BMW, she accidentally wiped a piece of paint off the door of the pillar. The door was close to the pillar, and was in a dilemma. It seems that Luo Weiwei’s car skills are not good. That's it!

Huang Xiaotao yelled in pain, Luo Weiwei curled her lips and said: "What's the big deal, I will pay you back for the car paint!"

Huang Xiaotao waved his hand and said: "Forget it, I have car insurance, but it is too troublesome, and I have to wrestle with the insurance company."

Huang Xiaotao asked me to help get the car out. I said I am not very good at this! In the end, Wang Yuanchao went into battle and drove out the car three times in half. Huang Xiaotao praised: "Old driver, you deserve to be an old driver."

"Do you know what the old driver means?" I asked her.

"Doesn't that mean it?" Huang Xiaotao asked in confusion.

I was speechless for a while, and it seemed that Huang Xiaotao didn't surf the Internet very often.

I regretted the decision to let Luo Weiwei be the driver. The girl was desperate for face and said that as long as she was on the road, she would be fine. In the end, she was asked to drive and exited the parking lot in a thrilling manner. After getting on the road, it was fairly smooth.

Half an hour later, we came to the scene of the murder. It was an old street with many shops but they were all closed. The buildings here are very messy, with a lot of clothes hanging over their heads. Because it is almost noon, the residents are cooking at home, and the sound of cooking and the smell of oily smoke come from the windows.

Luo Weiwei said that this street has been in Wuqu City for some years. It used to sell groceries. Later, there were more and more comprehensive supermarkets nearby. The younger generation did not want to patronize here, so it gradually declined...

Luo Weiwei led us to a two-story building. A cordon was pulled outside, with a police seal on the door. Huang Xiaotao said, "Isn't the deceased's house rich? Why don't you live in an apartment? Floor."

Luo Weiwei explained: "The deceased's father used to be in the calligraphy and painting business. The house facing the street used to be a calligraphy and painting shop, which was later inherited by the deceased from his father."

I asked Huang Xiaotao: "Have you never lived in this kind of old house?"

She shook her head: "I haven't lived in an apartment building. I have lived in an apartment building since I was a child."

I’ve lived in the Song’s old house since I was a child. This old wooden house is warm in winter and cool in summer. It doesn’t even need air conditioning, so it’s very comfortable. After going to university, I stayed in the dormitory for a long time and I didn't get used to it.

We tore off the seal and walked into the house. The layout on the first floor is very spacious, like a big room. It seems that it was indeed a shop in the past. Because the lights were not turned on, the first floor looked a bit gloomy, Huang Xiaotao said: "It looks like a horror movie scene!"

Luo Weiwei sneered: "You are so courageous to be a policeman?"

Huang Xiaotao glared at her: "You will die if you don't speak! Who is the person who was scared to pass out just now?"

"I just fell down accidentally." Luo Weiwei quibbleed.

"Yes, I'm foaming at my mouth. Go to the hospital to take a CT and see if it hits your head." Huang Xiaotao sneered.

"You!"

I was afraid that they would quarrel here, so I said to Luo Weiwei: "Miss Luo, you can buy me a bag of fine-gluten flour."

She was staring at Huang Xiaotao and gave me angrily: "Why do you want that stuff?"

"Go!" I ordered.

Luo Weiwei went out reluctantly, Huang Xiaotao sighed and said: "She is good-looking, but her temper is too bad. It is estimated that she was spoiled by her second-generation official boyfriend."

"I think it looks average, not as good as you." I replied.

I just said casually. Who knew Huang Xiaotao had a particularly strong reaction and happily took my hand: "Song Yang, do you really think so?"

I confess with shame: "Yes...Yes!"

Luo Weiwei is indeed a beauty, but I think her beauty is very ‘sharp’. How can I put it to say, it’s her pointed chin, the corners of her eyes, and the eyebrows of willow leaves. She is far less round and smooth than Huang Xiaotao.

In terms of temperament, Huang Xiaotao is very capable, free and easy, showing the handsomeness and heroism of a female police officer. However, Luo Weiwei revealed a spoiled waywardness, savage, and completely Missy temper.

As the saying goes, there is no harm without comparison!

Huang Xiaotao stabbed me with her elbow: "By the way, I have known you for a while. I still don't know what type of girl you like."

"Uh..." I glanced at her, and my cheeks suddenly became hot: "Sweet girl with long hair!"

Huang Xiaotao said unexpectedly: "What? It's just the opposite of me. Are you embarrassed to say that you like my type, did you say that on purpose?"

"No, absolutely not!" I denied it.

We stepped on the creaky wooden stairs to the second floor. From the top of the stairs, we could see the restaurant where the murder occurred.

It was a mess inside. The table was overturned on the ground, the windows were broken, the ground was full of fragments of dishes and chopsticks, and a lot of blood was splashed on the walls, and it was almost impossible to see the color of the original wallpaper. On the ground, a white rope was used to circle the shape of the deceased, and thick curtains blocked the sun. You can imagine how eerie and weird the scene was.

I frowned and said: "This house is not well feng shui."

Huang Xiaotao asked me unexpectedly: "Oh, do you still know Feng Shui?"

"Feng Shui, it's actually not that mysterious. My grandfather told me that it was actually the first impression of the house that was comfortable and uncomfortable." I pointed up: "Look, the bedroom of this house faces the dining room door. The door, there is no privacy; the stairs are so steep, the old lady’s legs and feet are not good, it must be particularly inconvenient to go up and down; the bedroom is so far away from the sanitation, and there are stairs in the middle. ..."

"It makes sense. In the future, I will buy a house and ask Master Song for help." Huang Xiaotao nodded repeatedly.

"Dare not be or be." I laughed.

This house can only be said to be flawed in its design, but it is still not enough to bring blood and light to the owner. Feng Shui should have nothing to do with the murder.

We walked into the restaurant. It is connected to the kitchen. The kitchen is also messy. The floor is covered with broken tiles. The knives scattered on the floor have been taken away by the police. The front of the cooking table is outlined with white lines. Out of a human form.

I watched quietly for a while, trying to restore the whole process of the murder in my mind. This case is no longer necessary to solve it from common sense, because the murderer is already dead, but what we want to reveal is its abnormal side. , The reason behind it!

I opened the curtains and noticed an empty house on the opposite side. Then I looked at a craft mask on the wall for a long time. Huang Xiaotao said, "Do you like this thing? Huitou will buy you one? "

"No, I'm thinking about some other things." I replied.

"Any clue?" Huang Xiaotao asked.

I shook my head: "No clue."

"I don't see any clues, this case is too bizarre..." Huang Xiaotao said.

Then she turned her head and asked Wang Yuanchao: "Wang Yuanchao, you are experienced, do you see anything?"

Wang Yuanchao was silent for ten seconds without expression, and Huang Xiaotao sighed: "Okay, thank you for your precious advice."

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps downstairs, and Huang Xiaotao said: "Miss Luo is back, right?"

She was just about to go downstairs to pick it up, but I stopped her and listened carefully.

The footsteps didn't sound like Luo Weiwei's, and I instantly became alert: "No, someone else came in!"