You're supposed to be a security officer, what case are you solving?

Chapter 41 The Crime Scene! (Please continue reading and vote with monthly tickets.)
Upon hearing the words "homicide case," the Major Crimes Team looked like wilted eggplants, utterly dejected.

Compared to the special campaign against organized crime, it's a bit more tiring, but it doesn't require much brainpower. You just need to arrest people quickly, and once they're brought back, you can hand them over to the pre-trial team and then go to sleep.

In the case of a criminal homicide, it's like putting a shackle around the necks of the old fogies, forcing them to keep working hard until the shackles break.

It's not only mentally taxing, but also physically demanding.

Seeing everyone looking listless, He Jinbo yelled, "Cheer up, all of you! Don't look so dejected. Who are you giving that attitude to? Look at Maozi, he's so energetic!"

Cat straightened his back, grinning with dark circles under his eyes, and glanced at Yang Jinwen, as if to say, "My master doesn't just like to praise you alone."

Xu Guoliang retorted, "Captain He, didn't you say you were off today? This case just happened at the perfect time."

He Jinbo glared at him: "What? Did I want the case to happen? It's my fault for disturbing your rest? This is a matter of life and death, and the way you're talking sounds like a conspiracy?"

At this moment, Wen Ling from the forensic department and Ma Boming from the technical team came over carrying their investigation kits.

Once everyone had arrived, Lu Shaohua and Captain Zhang Bin hurried downstairs. Lu Shaohua waved his hand and shouted, "Get in the car!"

Yang Jinwen rode his sidecar tricycle, with Zheng Kang on the back, out of the branch office compound.

"Master, Captain He didn't say where he's going."

Zheng Kang sat in the car, taking out a cigarette and a walkie-talkie, looking just like General Patton in Feng Xiaogang's movie "The Dream Factory".

"Hey, hey, Lao He, where are you?"

He Jinbo replied, "Just follow along."

"I need to keep up. You guys have four wheels, and I have a three-wheeler. By the way, when can you replace my vehicle with a four-wheeler?"

"Who told you to break the door of that Santana? Otherwise, we could have squeezed in. I'm not going to waste my breath on you. The place is Wutong Lane next to Honghua Road, house number 11."

Zheng Kang put down the walkie-talkie and looked at Yang Jinwen: "Do you know the place?"

"I know, it's not far from Jianmin Road. My junior high school was on Honghua Road."

When Yang Jinwen and Zheng Kang arrived, He Jinbo and his group's car was already parked on the street outside.

Police tape has been put up at the entrance of Wutong Lane.

A large crowd of onlookers stood outside the alley, pointing and whispering.

As Zheng Kang led Yang Jinwen through the crowd, he shouted, "Stop looking! Stop looking! What's there to see? You're blocking the way!"

An old man smoking welding fumes pointed into the alley and muttered, "That little girl died so tragically, she was covered in blood!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Jinwen's pupils narrowed, and he turned around to ask, "Sir, you've been inside?"

"Yes, we all went to take a look."

"Who are they?" Yang Jinwen's face was very grim.

Hearing that his tone was off, the old man dodged into the crowd while laughing vaguely, "There are a lot of people there."

Sure enough, as Yang Jinwen and Zheng Kang approached the red brick bungalow at number 11, they heard Ma Boming cursing from inside.

"How the hell am I supposed to investigate this? I can find footprints and fingerprints of more than a dozen unrelated people, and who untied the rope from the corpse's wrists? Holy crap..."

Even someone like Ma Boming couldn't help but lose his temper when he saw the crime scene contaminated.

Then came Zhang Bin's angry shouts, as if questioning which police officers were the first to arrive at the scene and failed to preserve the original appearance of the crime scene.

Yang Jinwen wanted to step into the house, but he saw that Zheng Kang was stunned and didn't move.

"Master..."

He called out and, following Zheng Kang's gaze, saw three uniformed police officers surrounding a man sitting on a stool under the eaves on the right.

The man was sobbing loudly, his elbows propped on his knees and his hands covering his face.

A policewoman stood nearby, holding a child. The child, nestled in her arms, peered cautiously outside with wide, bright eyes. Upon seeing the child, Yang Jinwen's pupils constricted sharply, and his heart skipped a beat.

At this moment, Zheng Kang had already stepped over. He walked up to the policewoman, looked at the child, then bent down and pulled away one of the man's hands.

The man raised his face; his face was pale and his eyes were red and swollen.

Upon seeing his face, Zheng Kang froze completely.

"Uncle Zheng... Uncle Zheng, Xiaoying... Xiaoying has been murdered..."

Zheng Kang pursed his lips tightly, his eyes unwavering.

Yang Jinwen saw that the knuckles of the man gripping the other man's wrist had turned white from the force.

Several minutes passed before Zheng Kang came to his senses.

As soon as he turned his head, Yang Jinwen had already taken out a notebook and a pen, and placed a stool behind Zheng Kang.

Zheng Kang nodded, dismissed the police officers in front of him, and then began questioning.

Yang Jinwen squatted to one side, opened his notebook, and the nib of his fountain pen touched the blank page, leaving a little ink stain.

“You…Sun, Sun Lu…”

Zheng Kang couldn't control his trembling voice. He grabbed his knee and tried to ask in a calm tone, "Sun Lu, Xiao Ying... when was Zhang Xiao Ying murdered?"

The man named Sun Lu stopped crying. He sniffed and said in a trembling voice, "Around three in the morning, I came back from the noodle shop and found that the door had been pried open. When I went in, I found... I found that Xiao Ying had been murdered."

She...she was lying on the ground, her shirt was unbuttoned, and she wasn't...she wasn't wearing pants..."

Sun Lu was so excited that he became incoherent when describing the scene.

He gestured excitedly with his hands behind his back as he spoke, “Xiao Ying… her hands were tied like this with rope, her mouth… her mouth was stuffed with her shorts, her… her neck was slashed…”

Uncle Zheng, Xiao Ying... she... she's bleeding a lot...

So much fluid has leaked…

Sun Lu pointed at the child in the policewoman's arms, waving his hand repeatedly, his voice muffled by excitement.

"Fan...Fanfan is alright, Fanfan is alright..."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Kang sniffed and turned his face away.

Yang Jinwen swallowed hard and reminded him, "Master, let's ask later. Should we go check the scene first?"

Sun Lu is currently emotionally unstable and is not suitable for taking a statement.

Zheng Kang nodded, stood up, glanced at the child, and led Yang Jinwen toward the door.

Last year's Spring Festival couplets were pasted on the walls on both sides of the entrance, with the banner bearing the four characters "Peace and Joy".

Because they haven't yet been exposed to the scorching summer sun, the Spring Festival couplets are still brand new.

As soon as Yang Jinwen entered the house, he smelled a strong metallic odor, which was the smell of blood.

The main room was full of people. Lu Shaohua and Captain Zhang Bin paced back and forth with their hands behind their backs.

Unexpectedly, none of these people looked into the room on the right. Instead, they remained silent, waiting for Wen Ling and Ma Boming's initial findings.

He Jinbo was preparing to take people to visit the surrounding area when he passed by Zheng Kang.

Zheng Kang lifted the curtain at the door of the room. Yang Jinwen stood behind his master and saw Wen Ling and Zhang Lei, the assistant in the forensic room, squatting on the ground, examining the condition of the body.

The deceased was Zhang Xiaoying, the owner of the noodle shop.

She lay face down on the ground, her head turned to one side, the blood in her throat had congealed her hair onto the floor!

(End of this chapter)