reckless detective

Chapter 81 Undead in Flames (7)

"Try what? You... aren't you?..."

Seeing Yan Ruyu picking up a few branches of different thicknesses from not far away, and rubbing his fists at Cao Yaohua's grave, Wu Cuo was shocked.

"Old Yan, you can think clearly, this is digging people's ancestral graves, you need no virtue!"

Yan Ruyu said in a low voice, "It's not a real planer, just a few symbolic digs. I guess the person who gave the flowers will have to stay nearby to see our reaction. Of course it's best to force him out. In case no one is here, Let’s fill it up with soil again.”

While talking, Yan Ruyu picked up a branch and dug hard at Cao Yaohua's grave.

Wu Cuo looked at him and couldn't help being happy, "I just found out, Old Yan, you are a groundhog, right?"

Yan Ruyu just buried her head in the digging, looking at her posture, she was only willing to dig out the coffin.

Soon, a large piece of the grave collapsed, like a steamed bun that had been bitten off, ugly!
Just when Yan Ruyu waved the branch in his hand again, a small sound of breaking through the air came from the pines and forests not far away.

pat-

A stone happened to hit the branch, which made Yan Ruyu's mouth hurt and she let go.

A man limped out of the pine forest. The man held two stones in his left hand and threw them from time to time as a sign of deterrence.

If two stones are shot, not to mention fatal, it is easy to blind a person.Yan Ruyu, who has experienced the power, has no doubts about this.

Therefore, Yan Ruyu subconsciously grabbed Wu Cuo who wanted to go forward.

"Friends, we meet again."

"Wei Shao, we meet again."

Wei Shao, the weird man who saved the lives of two people in Jiaozi Hutong, except for his lameness and his amazing skills, the two of them knew nothing about him.

Last time he showed his ability to use the nine-claw hook, and this time he flew rocks from a distance of tens of meters. Who knows how such a worldly expert in martial arts novels would have anything to do with the two of them.

What worried the two of them was that Wei Shao kept his face dark all the time, apparently in a bad mood, as if... someone had dug up their ancestral grave....

"It's been pretty good lately."

Yan Ruyu took two steps back guiltily, while Wu Cuo just squatted down and added soil to Cao Yaohua's grave with handfuls of hands.

Yan Ruyu saw that Wei Shao didn't speak, and felt terrified. She didn't dare to look at him anymore, and lowered her head to add dirt.

Wei Shao's face was dark all the time, like a supervisor, until the two filled the grave bag to be nearly half a meter higher than the original, Wei Shao gave a sly smile.

"Hey, that, Vigo...thanks for the flowers you bought..."

Hearing the other party's smile, Yan Ruyu began to make indirect remarks.

Wei Shao waved his hand, noncommittal, but instead asked: "Is there any progress with that clue last time?"

"Clues?... Oh, tapes..." Yan Ruyu shook her head, "I found audio experts, and colleagues from the city hall's monitoring team and network monitoring team also helped to optimize the sound quality. Unfortunately, because it is an old-fashioned tape, modern technology What can be used is really limited, and no useful information can be heard.”

Wei Shao rolled his eyes, "You police are really useless."

Yan Ruyu raised her eyebrows, "Oh? It sounds like you can find out the progress? How about giving you the tape?"

"No need, I've heard it."

Yan Ruyu was secretly surprised by Wei Shao's answer. "Have you... heard?!"

"Let me ask you. Are there sounds of rain, gunshots, or someone saying something in the recording, and he said: Deal with it, brother, welcome to join the group, and we will make a fortune together in the future."

"You... how did you hear... who are you?"

Wei Shao shrugged, "No comment."

"Let's get down to business, I came this time to give you a clue," Wei Shao pointed to Cao Yaohua's tombstone, "What happened 20 years ago was related to him."

When he looked at the tombstone, complex emotions flashed in his eyes, including doubts, sadness, and some heavy unspeakable things.

Yan Ruyu suddenly thought of the little boy she met in the cemetery many years ago.

This Wei Shao...couldn't be...

Wei Shao quickly looked away, adjusted his mood in an instant and continued: "Since we met, I might as well help people to the end. To be more careful, he is the person who spoke in the recording."

The two couldn't remember how many times they were surprised today. It was the first time in Yan Ruyu's life that he felt crushed. This Wei Shao seemed to have opened up the perspective of God, and he was always one step ahead of them in everything.

Not only that, he also came back to give hints, showing off.

Yan Ruyu was suddenly angry.

It's so embarrassing to investigate the case of my parents, but I'm always led by the nose!

"The mission is complete, I'm leaving, no need to send it off."

Without looking back, Wei Shao walked towards Song Bolin when he came.

"You don't need to follow me in vain, the person who can keep up with me hasn't been born yet."

He seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, and Yan Ruyu and Wu, who were eye-to-eyes, were wrong to be honest with a single warning.

The police couldn't do anything about meeting such a man with strange bones.

After confirming that Wei Shao was gone, Yan Ruyu and Wu took a wrong look at each other. Both of them saw helplessness, disbelief, and the face of loess made by digging graves and filling soil on each other's faces.

"Go burn the paper." Yan Ruyu walked to the grave of her parents sullenly, took out the paper money in the plastic bag, lit it, lit a handful of incense and a cigarette, and placed it on the grave.

Wu Cuo also had a similar process, but he was muttering words.

"Dad, Mom, I'm here to see you. There is a case on Ching Ming Festival. If you don't catch up, don't be angry...

In another three years, my police age will be the same as that of my father. You are also happy for me, right? "

Wu Cuo secretly pointed to Yan Ruyu who was on the side, and continued: "Dad, Mom, do you still remember that kid? The son of Uncle Yan's family has grown up now.

We are investigating your case. Back then, were you really... sacrificed on a mission?
If you have any grievances, please bless you in the sky, let us solve the case as soon as possible, and let the truth come to light. "

Wu Cuo finished talking, but Yan Ruyu's paper money hadn't been burned yet, so Wu Cuo leaned forward and said, "Would you like to say a few words to your parents?"

Yan Ruyu gave Wu wrong a look, "Can you hear me?"

"Paper money can be received, and words can of course be heard."

Although Yan Ruyu was speechless, she still refused to speak, and Wu Cuo continued to babble openly: "Uncle and aunt, you can rest assured over there, old Yan... oh, no, little Yan, little Yan except I am addicted to playing games, I smoke too much, and I can’t find a girlfriend, everything else is fine..."

"What nonsense are you talking about?!" Yan Ruyu punched, but Wu Cuo easily dodged it.

"I'm not talking nonsense! Uncle and aunt, I'm the most honest, you know it. By the way, I almost forgot to talk about the business. Xiao Yan and I are investigating your case. My parents have promised to help, and you two can't lag behind. , please help us to speak kindly to the gods from all walks of life, so that we can solve the case smoothly, thank you very much!..."

After Wu Cuo finished chanting, Yan Ruyu covered her face with her hands, looking hopeless.

"As for you?"

"I was just wondering how my parents would feel if they knew that the honest child had grown into a scumbag."

When the two were about to leave the northern suburbs cemetery, they saw a man in cemetery overalls running and shouting into the walkie-talkie: "What? Someone died again? Or died in front of the grave? Why another one?!"

Out of professional habits, Wu Cuo stepped forward to stop the staff, revealed his identity and made an inquiry.

"Are you a policeman? That's great! Come and have a look with me, he's dead!"

　When there is no recommendation seat, I am worried. With the recommendation seat, I am afraid that my grades will not be as good as others and I will be thrown into the cold palace by the editor. I am even more worried... My tangled heart can only be cured by clicking, recommending tickets, and saving...

　　


(End of this chapter)