Daughter-in-law

Chapter 273 Shangyang Street

All the meat was eaten!
Hearing this, I couldn't help but swallowed my saliva. Although I have been doing errands for such a long time, I have seen many ghosts, and I can be regarded as a person who has gone through storms, but at this time I still couldn't help feeling sick. Those are all human flesh!

The living conditions 12 years ago must have been much worse than they are now. Those old men and women who passed by found a lump of packaged meat on the road. It's a normal reaction.

Although I have never eaten this kind of meat, I know that it should not be much different from ordinary meat. There used to be a murderous monster in the Soviet Union. The husband and wife killed people and made them into meat in burgers. Cakes have been sold for several years without anyone eating them.

"Those chunks of meat were left by the murderer on the side of the road, and the police were not called until someone who picked them up found human features on them."

When Jiang Zheng said this, his face turned slightly pale, he took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, took a deep puff, and continued:

"At that time, I just joined the police force, and immediately investigated the case after receiving the case, but since then, the murderer has never lost a piece of meat. After our inspection, we found a total of seven families who had picked up a piece of meat. , three of them were in the refrigerator, and we took them back to the police station as evidence before we could finish them. As for the other four, they had already finished their meals.

Later, after our repeated deduction, there should be more people in the vicinity who picked up the meat. Some chose not to say it because they were afraid or embarrassed to admit it. In addition, there is a certain floating population near Shangyang Street, so there is no guarantee. How many pieces of meat were picked up. "

Holding a cigarette in his hand, Jiang Zheng exhaled a puff of smoke ring, and then said: "I just graduated from the police academy, and when I encountered such a big case, I dreamed every day that I wanted to find out the murderer. At that time, we had tried our best, but Nothing was found, not even information about the victim."

After listening to him, I rubbed my temples. I can understand Jiang Zheng's mood. Back then, he had just graduated from the police academy, and he was full of enthusiasm, but when he first entered the police force, he encountered such a bad case. Without any clues, it could indeed become a thorn in his heart.

But understanding belongs to understanding, and there is nothing I can do about it.

If this case happened just now, I could have called Zhang Zhong and asked him to ask what was going on when the ghost of the deceased went to the underworld, but now everyone has been dead for 12 years. I don't know where the girl's ghost has gone for a long time, how can I find it?
I coughed and said to Jiang Zheng: "Captain Jiang, it's really not that I don't help you, but that the case has taken too long. You know I'm a bad guy. If the ghost of the victim hasn't entered the underworld, I will help you." I can ask for you, now that his ghost is no longer in the world, how can I ask?"

I paused, and then said to him: "And this case is not a supernatural event, it is very likely that it was done by a psychopath, so I am not good at this kind of thing."

I'm an underworld servant, I'm good at dealing with ghosts, but it's not my job to deal with murderers in the world.

Of course, it's not that I'm cold-hearted. Of course, everyone can punish this kind of psychopath.

But there are specialties in the art field, I am not a policeman, and I don't have professional means to handle cases, so I can't help with this kind of thing at all.

I still have this self-knowledge.

Hearing what I said, Jiang Zheng felt a little embarrassed, stubbed out the cigarette butt in his hand, sighed and said: "This case has always been my heart disease. It has been 12 years, and I, the captain of the criminal police, is about to be transferred away. This case still has nothing to do with it." Hint, I'm not reconciled."

I don't know what to say, so I can only keep silent, I'm just a errand, I'm just in charge of ghosts, I don't understand anything about the police, how can I help?
"Shangyang Street back then is completely different from what it used to be. It was relocated, rebuilt, and even the road was refurbished." Jiang Zheng said weakly.

Hearing this, I feel that it is necessary to end this topic. After all, I really have nothing to do with this case, and it has been so long. I can't just agree to it because of Jiang Zheng's feelings, and it can't be solved. what.

"In this case, there is really no way to investigate this case." I spread my hands and said.

"I know, it's just that I have a difficult knot in my heart. It's rare to meet you, brother Li, today, which gives me some hope. How about this, let's go to Shangyang Street for a while?" Jiang Zheng looked at me hopefully, " Maybe we’ll find something when we go there.”

Hearing what he said, I shrugged my shoulders helplessly, knowing that he was still unwilling, so I had to go and have a look. Anyway, I have nothing to do when I'm idle, as for this case, I dare not even think about it.

We walked out of the hotel at six o'clock in the afternoon. By this time, it was dusk and the sun was already setting.

Jiang Zheng ordered his subordinates to send Duanmuqing back to the hotel. The guy had two blood holes in his buttocks, making it difficult for him to move.

Xu Yang didn't drink today, he drove me and Jiang Zheng straight to Shangyang Street.

The car parked behind an old community, Jiang Zheng pointed to a dim street light in front and said, "That place was one of the places where the corpses were dumped back then."

As he spoke, he circled his finger, and then said: "Our investigation and visit later showed that the body parts all appeared in this street."

I glanced at Shangyang Street. This road is not wide, and even after it has been renovated, it still looks very narrow. The lights on both sides of the road are dim, making people's vision a bit blurred.

Back then, the murderer threw a piece of meat here every now and then, which means that his behavior lasted at least half a month.

What the hell is that guy trying to do?
A normal murderer would quickly dispose of the corpse after killing someone, but that guy kept throwing the corpse for more than half a month. What's the point of that?
Or maybe that guy has some special perverted hobby?
I opened the car door and walked down. There were no pedestrians on the dark street, which looked gloomy.

A young woman was killed that year, her body was divided into pieces and thrown on the road one by one.

If an ordinary person stood here at this moment, he would definitely feel chills in his heart, but I am not an ordinary person, and neither are the two guys behind me, they are the police.

Looking forward along the dark street, I saw a small shop with lights on the left side of the road not far ahead.

The door was open, and an old lady with white hair was sitting in the doorway.

At this time, the old lady also saw us, looked at us, and grinned at us with a toothless mouth.

A cold wind blows from nowhere in the dark street, hoo!
(End of this chapter)