reckless detective

Chapter 132 The Second Incident (3)

After saying this, the reporter covered his mouth in worry, and glanced at the corpse.

"It's not good to say this in front of him."

Yan Ruyu understands what the reporter means. Chinese people place great importance on the dead. No matter how many mistakes the person has made in life, they will all be written off when he dies. It is a taboo to gossip about others in front of the dead.

Yan Ruyu signaled the reporter to follow her into the police car.

After getting into the police car and handing the reporter a cigarette, the atmosphere became more relaxed.

"How do you know he beat his wife?" Yan Ruyu asked.

"Not only do I know, it's not a secret for a long time. Just a few days ago, I was setting up a stall for business. It seems that her wife made a mistake. The customer ordered three catties of crayfish, and his wife recorded it as four catties. .

He heard that his wife fried 4 catties for others, and the customers were unhappy when they checked out, saying that they were black-hearted merchants and forced consumption.

At around 10 o'clock, it was time for customers to enter the night market stalls. Such a yelling would definitely delay the business, and Wang Jian became anxious.

In fact, it's just a little misunderstanding, and it's a big deal to suffer a little bit, but guess what?It's a good thing you weren't there at the time, Housheng, I couldn't bear to watch it!

A pot of boiling water, just pour it all over his wife with just a scoop!
A good person, ironed until his clothes stick to his body, it's too scary!
As soon as the guests saw that something was wrong, they ran away, and in the end it was us stall owners who helped send his wife to the hospital.

At first he refused to send it away, saying that such a small injury would not kill him, and if he died, he would be buried with him, what a jerk this person is!In the end, we persuaded him to send him to the hospital, and he kept scolding him on the way.

Oh, by the way, many people in our night market know about this, if necessary, I can take you to ask. "

The informant was kindhearted.

Yan Ruyu hurriedly thanked him, and handed him another cigarette, "Then do you know the current situation of his wife?"

"It's hard to say that the injury is so serious. I think that, considering Wang Jian's attitude towards his wife, he might not even be willing to pay her for medical treatment."

"Aside from the couple, is there anyone else in Wang Jian's family?"

"No, I heard that there is a son who is out of town."

"Then isn't his wife now..." Yan Ruyu and the reporter looked at each other.

The reporter understood and said positively: "You drive, I know where his home is."

Yan Ruyu poked her head out and asked Wu to get into the car by mistake, and while starting the car, she still asked, "How do you know about his family?"

"By the way, I ran into him a few times on the way out of the stall, and he pointed me to his house.

Actually, because of the beating of his wife, those of us who set up a stall together didn’t go around with Wang Jian very much. How should I put it, I look down on him a little bit. "

Yan Ruyu nodded, letting go of her doubts.

Wang Jian's home was not far from the scene, and the three arrived within a few minutes of driving.

Since the reporter did not know the exact location of Wang Jian's home, he found the door after asking the neighbors around him.

"You are really right. No one knows about Wang Jian, but everyone knows about the wife beating," Yan Ruyu sighed, "This is really a strange thing."

Wu Cuo raised his hand and knocked on the door, but there was no movement inside.

He took out a master key commonly used by thieves from his pocket, unlocked it and entered the house under the camera of Yan Ruyu's mobile phone - now the police pay attention to handling cases under surveillance, and if something goes wrong, it is easy to trace the responsibility, especially in front of the reporter. On the other hand, the two dare not make mistakes in the procedure.

The first feeling when entering the house is that it is dirty and messy.

In May, the weather was already hot, but there was a damp and musty smell in the house, probably because there had been no wind for a long time.

The house was small, one bedroom and one living room for rent. Wu Cuo and Yan Ruyu put on shoe covers and entered the house, while the reporter stood outside the house consciously, stretching his neck and looking in.

On the only table in the living room were two plates of unfinished leftovers, one meat and one vegetarian, and several beer bottles were poured on the floor, one of which was only taken a few sips, and most of the bottles were scattered on the floor, leaving behind There was a yellow stain.

As the two approached, the flies that landed on the leftovers were disturbed, and there was a buzzing sound.

The two waved their hands away a few times, and continued to walk in.

The smell of rot and mold in the bedroom was even stronger.

Soon, the two discovered the source of the musty smell.

dead.

A dead man was lying on the double bed in the bedroom.

A woman with only her panties on and her upper body naked.

The woman's left shoulder, arm, chest, and upper abdomen had patches of ulceration, which appeared to be caused by burns, and there were also sporadic burns on her thighs and arms.

Fly maggots can be seen in the festering wound, which is very disgusting.

"Wang Jian's wife, she should be right!" Wu Cuo said.

Yan Ruyu suddenly said "Huh?" Then, he stretched out his hand to feel the pulse on the neck of the corpse.

"Old Wu...he...seems like he's not dead yet!"

"what?!"

Wu Cuo opened the woman's eyelids, glanced at the pupils, and immediately dialed 120.

Doctor 120 was also shocked when he arrived. According to the doctor, this was the first time he saw maggots growing on a living person in his 20 years of practice.

"How long has this person been lying at home and left unattended? It's too pitiful!" The doctor kept feeling, "It's her luck to meet you!"

Yan Ruyu and Wu Cuo fell silent.

For a moment, Wu Cuo even felt that Wang Jian's death was more than justified, and that the murderer who killed Wang Jian was fair and just.

8:[-] p.m., City Hall meeting room.

After a whole day, the only good news was that Wang Jian's wife was rescued and her life was out of danger.

However, she is still in a coma and cannot be questioned by the police.

"Tell me about the progress in all aspects." Hei Bao was fair.

Xu Xinger raised his hand, and said slowly: "Let me talk about a discovery first.

Today I made a side-by-side comparison of three corpses.The anatomical technique of the left forearm is exactly the same, and the two cross wounds on the right arm are also basically the same, which can be judged to be done by the same person.

But the fatal wound in the neck that ruptured the aorta did not seem to be the same person.

The No. 1 deceased Liu Wei was 170cm tall. Judging from the wound on his neck, the murderer attacked him from behind while he was unprepared.

The wound started 2 cm to the right of the center of the neck, showing an upward pick shape.

This shows that the murderer is much taller than Liu Wei, and the initial estimate of the murderer's height should be around 185.

However, the wound on the neck of the No.2 deceased Zhang Tianquan made me draw a completely different inference.

Zhang Tianquan's height is 176, and he still attacked from behind. It is said that the murderer, who is about 1.8 meters tall, should have left the same upward wound, or at least it should be close to the level, but this time the wound was diagonally downward.

This shows that the murderer is shorter than Zhang Tianquan, and according to the shape of the wound, the height of the murderer should be around 165..."

Yan Ruyu interrupted: "Zhang Tianquan's wife, that doctor named Li Lan, how tall is she?"

A criminal policeman from the second team shook his head and said, "It shouldn't be her, she is short, less than 1 meters."

"How about wearing high heels?"

　This is today, and I will post another chapter later.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)