Forensic without kites

Chapter 177 Blood on the Nib (80)

"When did you get this meat in the morning? Where did you get it? Who did you meet? Who is your person in charge?" Zhang Ziqian snapped.

"Five o'clock... Qingxiao Slaughterhouse... The person in charge... I don't know, he's wearing a protective suit, a hat and a mask, I don't know!"

The boss was so frightened that his lips trembled.

"Don't remember? Let me think about it carefully!" Zhang Ziqian was furious.

"It's... it's a... it's a tall... a skinny young man... Ugh, I really don't know, I thought he was a new employee from the slaughterhouse, I didn't pay much attention, officer, I really don't know Ah! I don't know anything..."

"Don't know anything, just know that he is a young lad?"

"Because his hand is a man's hand, very slender and beautiful..."

"You also said that you have no problem! If there is no problem, how can you still remember a stranger's hand when picking up meat in the slaughterhouse!" Zhang Ziqian roared.

"I don't have it! He's covered in protective clothing, and his hand looks good covered by gloves. I just, just took a second look, and I remembered it." Zhang Xiaosi swallowed his saliva.

"How tall is it?"

"...about 1.8 meters, it's very high anyway."

"Where is his voice, deep? Or gentle? Or thick?"

"This... I don't know!"

"You don't know? Don't you ask the price when you buy meat?" Zhang Ziqian was furious.

This Zhang Xiaosi usually does not take things seriously, and everything he does is sloppy, as long as there is no big loss, he can get by.On weekdays, others would secretly call him a nice guy behind his back, who loves to help, but they secretly mocked him for being stupid.

"I... didn't ask! I just thought that I usually get it here, so I took it, and I didn't even think about whether he was a newcomer... Sir, I really didn't kill people, please, I really didn't kill people... "

Zhang Ziqian wiped his thick lips with his hands, and took a breath: "What to do, Jiang He, the clue is broken again."

"There are only a few corpses on the meat stall, at least half of the corpse, and those bones, I don't know where they are."

"You said, it is still possible to stay in the slaughterhouse?"

Jiang He turned his head slowly, "I can't rule out this possibility. Deputy team, immediately send someone to seal up the meat stall, and the body parts have to be transported back to the provincial department for autopsy. I have to preliminarily determine the source of the body in a short time..."

"Could it be him?"

"Who?"

"The dead man mentioned on the letter?"

The sun is a little hot.

There are few such moments in BJ's winter. At this time, the cold wind blowing from the street is actually hot.

Jiang He stretched out his big hand to wipe off the sweat dripping from his temples and cheeks, and said, "I'm afraid it is."

A large number of police officers came continuously.

A cordon was quickly formed around the meat stand.The owner of the meat stall was also taken away.Some reporters who rushed to hear the news at the first time found that there was nothing, and couldn't help but stand on the street holding the camera and sigh to the sky.

Another headline missed.This month, another few hundred income was lost.

More than a dozen fat pigs can be killed in one morning, and the business of Qingxiao Slaughterhouse is not deserted.At 11:20 in the morning, the workers had washed away all the blood on the ground with a water hose, washed the dissecting table, and turned on the air conditioner to dry.When Zhang Ziqian and the others arrived, seeing the clean and bright floor in front of them, his brain hurt suddenly.

"Grass!"

"He's late again!"

He turned around fiercely, pulled off the zipper on the windbreaker, pulled off the coat two or three times, and threw it on the ground.

"Grass!"

"What kind of errand is this!"

(End of this chapter)