Chapter 134: Open a case for investigation! A monk survives the disaster?
There was a case in Linlan City.
Judging from the police's preliminary analysis, the deceased was chopped into hundreds of pieces of different sizes.
The murderer then wrapped the minced meat in egg liquid, sprinkled with bread crumbs, put it into a hot oil pan, watched the oil pan boil, and finally left
"Case of cooking corpses!?"
"No, why do I feel that Linlan City is a bit evil? The last case seemed to be about cannibalism?"
December 3rd.
Morning, half past eight.
In the Linlan City Criminal Investigation Bureau, Wang Chao looked at Wang Hu in front of him with a confused look on his face.
"Oh, with the corpse well case, do we have any tradition of cannibalism?"
Looking at Wang Chao who was full of doubts, Wang Hu fell into silence.
After a while.
"Crack!"
"Let's play."
Wang Hu slapped Wang Chao, with a vicissitudes of expression on his face, and looked away.
"How to say?"
"There's nothing much to say. The unique features of the teeth, eyes, and finger bones are obvious, proving that this was a corpse cooking case."
Xu Hao said so.
After reporting the crime last night, the police searched the nearby sewers but found no useful clues.
The fried body parts were golden and crispy, and exuded an attractive aroma. They were clean and placed in a box. It was obvious that they were not picked up from the trash can or the sewer.
The box containing fried chicken only had patterns and no words or patterns, and it was impossible to tell which fried chicken restaurant it belonged to.
Therefore, the police can only investigate through visits.
The filing of the case occurred at night, when the residents were sleeping, and the progress of the visits was very slow.
But when it got light and at seven o'clock, they locked onto the store where the fried chicken restaurant was located.
The reason why Xu Hao and others still stay in the Municipal Bureau
“Don’t the parents of these little carrot heads have files?”
Xu Hao turned his head and looked at the scene in the hall where he was sitting on a public chair, his calves dangling in the air, holding pancakes in his two little hands and munching on them.
Seven little carrot heads, lined up in a row.
Although several children were nervous and scared, it did not stop them from continuing to eat.
This is the little thief caught last night.
Xu Hao didn't expect that it would be like pulling out peanuts, so he pulled out a bunch of them.
The two leading boys were twelve years old, with a real height of 1.35 meters. They were skinny and their clothes were dirty.
Seven children lived in the sewers, and they were caught not in a hiding place, but in a home.
The sewer is their home.
"How can the file contain the words Master Du'e?"
Wang Hu shook his head helplessly.
He spread his hands and felt very weak.
Seven children have parents.
The two little boys called him Big Baldhead, and Xu Hao adopted a normal one, which was the 'Master of Du'e'.
This is a ‘number’, obviously not a name.
They had already sent people to search. After all, they learned from the child that the fried chicken was given by the master.
them
It is most likely related to the case!
Can a child kill someone? There are many cases. Don’t underestimate children’s unprovoked evil. These evils are even three times more vicious than the hatred of adults!
Although young.
But currently, this is the number one suspect in the police’s eyes, so it’s definitely a good idea to investigate first!
While Xu Hao was waiting
A voice suddenly sounded.
"Boss, I found it."
"That Master Du'e is currently under police control."
Qian Hua's voice appeared on the intercom and cut through the solemn air.
Wang Hu paused, then quickly stood up and spoke.
"Bring him to the hall."
"Yes!"
The intercom returned to silence.
After a while.
Two figures appeared at the entrance of the hall, and everyone's eyes fell on them.
This is
A bald head.
Wang Chao raised his eyebrows and touched his head.
"Huh, luckily I'm not bald."
The person who came was a bald man.
In other words, this is a monk.
The other party was thin, exuding an aura of sorrow, with shriveled features, and a trace of compassion in his eyes.
He was about 1.6 meters tall, about fifty years old, and wore bloated clothes.
This is the cassock, his winter clothing.
The cassock is not embroidered with gold thread, but sewn from countless rags. The material is not uniform, and it looks very poor.
"Big bald head!"
Seeing him coming, several children's eyes lit up, and they immediately jumped on their feet, jumped up from the air, and ran behind him.
Several children hugged his thighs and hid behind, watching the police through the gap.
“Eat delicious, delicious food.”
The little girl with deformed legs and using tire leather to protect her legs crawled to him with both hands, tugged on his torn trousers, and held up the half-eaten pancake fruit in her hand.
The monk took it, took a bite, and then handed it back.
He raised his head and looked at Xu Hao and others, with a stretched expression on his face.
"Officer, I."
"Are you Master Du'e?"
Xu Hao raised his eyebrows and looked at the other party's miserable appearance, "What's your common name?"
"I grew up in a temple, so there is no common name for me. Just call me Duer."
Master Du'e shook his head, and then turned the topic to a few children.
"Those police officers said Xiaohu and the others stole something?"
"Yes, stole some bread."
Xu Hao nodded.
"The poor monk has never taught."
"These two children."
Du'e fell silent, and the two children behind him lowered their heads and said nothing.
"That's all. Although I don't know where to learn it, it is still a way to survive."
He shook his head and said nothing about the rules and regulations. What he said made several people present raise their eyebrows and be slightly surprised.
Way to Survive
How dare the monk tell a few children at the police station that stealing things is a way out?
"You're an interesting monk, different from the ones I've seen."
Wang Chao is extremely novel.
He still remembered how the fat old monk in the temple cheated him out of money when he took Sun Yang out for fun!
Bah, I almost got into the game and my money was cheated, you thief and a bald donkey! ! !
"The temple has been gone for a long time, so why talk about being a monk or not?"
A wry smile appeared on Du'e's face.
Xu Hao raised his eyebrows and continued to ask.
After a while, they learned the origins of these children and Master Du'e.
Master Du'e is a monk, in other words, he was a monk a few years ago.
Three hundred miles north of Linlan City, there is a mountain there. There is a very spiritual temple on the mountain, and there is a small village under the temple.
There are four or five monks taking care of the temple.
Ten years ago, a baby was abandoned at the gate of the temple. After some careful thinking, a few monks raised the baby.
They think they can raise their children without suffering.
But I didn’t expect
This inspired evil thoughts in others.
Someone found out about this and drove over specially. He threw the child at the gate of the temple and asked the monk to raise him.
They knew that these monks were kind, and they were sure that if they threw the child over, they would not be thrown away.
Later, the old monk in the temple died of old age.
A young monk who was born halfway and treated monks as a business came to power.
He discovered that most of the expenses in the temple were children. If he could not solve this problem, he planned to sell the children to human traffickers in exchange for incense money to build a statue of Buddha to collect the incense money.
Du'e couldn't bear it, so he returned to secular life and left with his children.
In the beginning, there were three children and a few scriptures.
He thought that three would be enough. The three of them could support themselves even if they left the temple.
Later, it became four. He thought that four was enough. He was not a Buddha and was not that capable, but he could still survive. Then it became five.
Then six, and now seven.
"Xiaobai has a problem with her eyes, but she is not completely blind. When she was born, she was sold to human traffickers because of her physical disability. I sold scriptures and Buddhist beads, plus other finances, in exchange for her."
"Niuniu was picked up. The barefoot doctor said it was polio. I have no conditions to treat her."
Du'e introduced it to several children.
Speaking of Xiaobai and Niuniu, he had a guilty look on his face.
If he has money, the other person's disease can be cured.
"Then I kept walking and walking, and a few months ago I arrived at Linlan City."
"There are many tourists coming to Linlan City. The food they throw away is just enough for a poor monk to feed a few children. There are also good-hearted people who often give away some bread and milk."
"So we settled here."
Monk Du'e explained.
"There are only these seven, and one more poor monk will not be able to survive. These are small, but they eat a lot."
Hearing this, the people around him fell into silence.
Is it better to be homeless than to be trafficked by human traffickers?
It is indeed good to sell them as normal and sell them to others as children.
But.
Traffickers have more than just clients.
From the upper class to the roadside beggars, and even some people from abroad.
These people are also clients of human traffickers.
Compared with the place they are going to, the wandering life of the children sold to them is a paradise.
Du'e knows.
He even knew what those people with limb disabilities and half-blindness were running for.
Although he was raised by an old monk in a temple, he was not blind.
"Officer Shi, how much fine do you have to pay?"
After saying this, Monk Du'e looked at the people in front of him anxiously.
"Two hundred? One hundred?"
Qian Hua thought for a while and then opened his mouth to test.
But just when he was about to agree, Xu Hao said:
"Follow the rules."
He glanced at Wang Chao by the way.
A look of embarrassment suddenly appeared on Du'e's face, he was stretched thin, his lips trembled for a moment, but he didn't bargain.
"Okay, I called Master Du'e this time mainly because of another case."
Xu Hao spoke, bringing the topic back on track.
"Niuniu, right? She gave me a bag of fried chicken nuggets before."
"I found a bunch of human flesh tissue inside, do you understand what I mean?"
Monk Du'e's face showed astonishment and full of regret.
"I picked it up at a fried chicken restaurant. I saw a guy leaving before finishing his meal. I went up and talked to him and then begged for it."
"Who is that person?"
"I don't know. The fried chicken shop was under surveillance. It was probably around 3:30 yesterday afternoon." Monk Du'e said.
"Okay, please live in the police station with these children temporarily."
Xu Hao paused and then looked back at Li Jianye.
"By the way, if you stay at the police station as a suspect, the police will provide accommodation and food?"
Qian Hua came to his senses and nodded quickly, "Yes."
"What to eat?"
"The steamed buns are salty and have the same specifications as the police canteen."
"Follow the rules and eat what you should eat."
Xu Hao said, gave Wang Chao a look, and walked out.
"I'll go to the first crime scene to have a look."
Du'e didn't lie, his small movements and eyes could prove it.
And what the other party said can be found out in minutes, plus the fried chicken restaurant has surveillance, so it can be found out.
Staying here any longer is a waste of time.
"I'll go with you."
Wang Hu followed.
In the blink of an eye, the two of them disappeared.
There were only a few carrot heads, monk Du'e and Qian Hua Wang Chao left in the hall.
Du'e took out all his pockets.
He dug out a lot of change, mostly one dollar, ten cents and fifty cents, and the largest denomination was ten yuan a piece.
A fine of one hundred is payable as usual.
But Qian Hua confiscated his.
Wang Chao took out one hundred and handed it to Qian Hua.
"Hey, I lost nine pancakes and a hundred yuan."
Wang Chao cursed, and he knelt down in front of Xiaobai, a girl who was relatively fat and had poor eyesight.
He poked the other man in the face.
Xiaobai thought for a while, wondering whether she should cry, but the smell of pancakes and fruits in her hands occupied her brain, making her just want to eat.
"Donor."
“For those who don’t give to others, just call me Wang Chao.”
Wang Chao waved his hand, not caring at all.
"Brother Hao reimbursed the reimbursement, and the bread, I will bring it to you later."
"By the way, monk, are your clothes really a cassock?"
As Wang Chao talked, he wanted to change into some clothes, but when he saw the sloppy cassock on Du E's body, sewn from countless pieces of rags, his face showed doubts.
This doesn't look like a cassock either.
Du'e's face turned red and he said awkwardly:
"The poor monk originally bought Xiaobai, but sold his cassock when he was raising money"
"Later, I lost my cassock and it was difficult to make alms"
"I dug it out and brought it to the temple, as well as the diapers and swaddling clothes these children used when they were young. I cut off a piece and sewed it together. Although it is ugly, it can be turned into something meaty."
"It is incomparable to the cassocks worn by the Buddha and the presiding officer."
"Please don't make fun of me."
Beg alms with meat and vegetables, and sew diapers and cassocks.
Those who give alms do not look at their status, but only look at the cassocks they wear.
Wang Chao felt more and more that this monk was a wonderful person.
Although he is a monk.
But not pedantic.
"Let's go eat."
"Although Brother Hao is tough, the money is unambiguous and reimbursement is guaranteed."
"Let's go."
Wang Chao had a great time eating.
Li Jianye was not happy.
After their investigation, they immediately located the fried chicken restaurant and searched the inside and outside, making it impossible to escape.
They thought they could extract a lot of clues here, but after investigation they found
This is not a murder site!
It’s not even the scene of dismemberment!
The only trace left by the murderer was that of using a frying pan.
In other words, a person killed a person and chopped the person into countless pieces of meat with a kitchen knife, a knife, and a chopper.
Then the blood was dried, packed in something, and he sneaked into the kitchen at night when no one was around, and used the oil and iron bucket inside to fry the body meat until it was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.
"How are the remaining body parts collected?"
Outside the scene, not in the warning zone, Li Jianye smoked a cigarette, looked at the policeman beside him with a sigh and asked questions.
"Collecting is difficult."
The officer sighed.
"This store has a habit of pre-cooking. The murderer mixed the fried corpses into the pre-cooked dishes. No chef would have thought that there were corpses in them."
"After it is served to the table, no one knows which piece has been eaten by the customer."
"We only found some suspected human skeletons in the trash can and pieced them together, but we only found one-tenth."
The police officer said so.
Li Jianye was about to speak, but the next second he suddenly paused and stood up suddenly.
In the distance, the car stopped and rushed here.
Xu Hao et al.
(End of chapter)