Pei Xizhen rolled his eyes and hung up. He sighed, "I have to say that Yong Dasheng is really a bright man. The only pity is that the eldest son Yong Hao was killed by Yang Bin for posting and was inlaid with 36 potatoes. The younger child Yongzheng was castrated in the street after drinking too much … Fortunately, it can be remedied."

Lin Muxia went to the restaurant to wash his hands and blood, and took a taxi with us to Tiannan Fourth Hospital.
Yongzheng operation is in progress, and we waited in the corridor for an hour and a half. Yongzheng was pushed out of the emergency room and sent to the intensive care unit. I asked the doctor before that the penis was saved, but I couldn’t even urinate during the recovery period of at least half a year. Otherwise, I cracked the wound. The good news is that some functions can be recovered and guided recovery will be carried out.
Yong Dasheng lived far away from the west of the city and came to the Fourth Hospital. Yongzheng had been promoted for nearly half an hour. I went to receive him and saw Pei Xizhen’s ward and scolded him, "Why doesn’t Xiao Pei stay in the ward well? Even if you are in a hurry, you are not so anxious!"
"Old Yong, I’m sorry I lied to you. I’m not sick." Pei Xizhen stared at the old man in front of him with trepidation. "I didn’t dare to tell you directly. The fact is that I’m worried that you won’t stay up … it’s your child Yongzheng lying in the ward."
"What …!" Yong Dasheng’s expression is like the sky is falling. Look at the glass of the door and see clearly that the hospital bed has not yet awakened.
Pei Xizhen raised her hand on each other’s shoulders. "Old Yong, your son’s situation has stabilized. Don’t be too uncomfortable."
"What’s wrong with my son? What are you here? " Yong Dasheng’s mood is extremely depressed.
I can’t hide the old man’s sadness. I faltered. "He … drank too much and went to the alley to urinate, and his penis was cut off …"
"This also cheat me steady? I’ve been fighting for a generation to cut off my grandson! " Yongdasheng roared
"I’ve recovered my body, and the high level of modern medicine will definitely not hinder my fertility." Lin Muxia said with confidence, "Yong Lao’s grief has happened now, and we can’t solve the problem. When we wake up, we will try our best to investigate the case. Don’t you believe in die’s ability?"
Yong Dasheng sighed with dismay, "I am bent on doing good. Does this generation have retribution?"
We didn’t talk again, so we had to let the old man think about it first. Everyone had to worry about death. No matter how hard others tried, they couldn’t solve the depression of the authorities.
After five hours, Yongzheng regained consciousness. When he found something happened, he cried, "Dad, I’m here …"
Yong Dasheng tearfully said, "It’s okay, it’s okay. I invited the most capable police officer in Tiannan City. Come here. You make things clear to the police officers and get justice when you catch the black-handed beast!"
Yongzheng’s psychological quality is quite good. He cried for five minutes and stopped crying. He accepted the reality, but his spirit was a little depressed.
"Is it possible that competitors or unscrupulous people are doing it when the new and old industries of our family are replaced?" Yong dasheng doubt way
Pei Xizhen nodded slightly and he watched Yongzheng. "Are you going to East Street to handle affairs or make friends today? Who did you drink with? "
"I was under too much pressure to listen to the secret that this dining room was delicious, so I secretly ran over and drank the wine alone." Yongzheng closed his eyes and recalled that "I drank a lot and I wanted to go back to the company to settle the bill. I wanted to urinate at the door of the joint driving company. When I returned to the restaurant, someone inside me was so good that I could solve it in the alley and met the next thing …"
Chapter one hundred and sixty-five There are five strokes of "death"
According to Yongzheng, when he untied his belt and pulled the bird out of the water, a person stuck it on his back. The other person held the penis in one hand and threw it away on the spot with a knife in the other. Yongzheng was conscious for seven minutes because he was drunk and didn’t feel much pain. He was afraid that the other party would continue to pick up the penis and rush to the corner. Yongzheng was impressed that the other party looked at him with a smile when he cut it. "Confiscate tools to protect the urban environment …"
He doesn’t have any impression of the black hand. It’s very intoxicating to see two identical figures. It’s always very vague
Yong Dasheng stays in the ward with his son.
We first contacted the road monitoring center to inquire about the monitoring of the lane entrance and the tail section, but no one escaped. Therefore, Pei Xizhen felt that the suspect had turned into the lane and lived near his home, or that he was living nearby.
The inspector is too cumbersome, die. If there are three of us, it will naturally be handed over to the West Branch.
It took nearly two hours for Wang Zhongwang, the west branch of the city, to get the news. There are 21 lanes in 50 meters, and no one is suspected of the case for the time being. Not only that, but there is no trace of climbing over the wall. This case is extremely suspicious. What means did the other party use to escape from the crime scene?
I was so confused that I re-surveyed the alley at the scene that there was really no trace, as if it had evaporated. I realized that the case was a particularly difficult recidivist, and even the multi-functional policeman couldn’t think of the other party fleeing the scene as perfect.
Accidental or premeditated?
The next morning, the three of us sat at our desks to discuss the new case. Lin Muxia mused, "If this is a premeditated case, it must be traced back to Yongzheng’s coming here to remember him. Tell him that the restaurant has good food and wine, and there is no room for further investigation. Focus on other secrets."
"good"
I took out my car keys. Pei Xizhen and Lin Muxia came to a 12-story building in the south of Yongzheng’s office. This is the chairman’s office of Yongjia Industrial Headquarters on the top floor. We squeezed into the ladder and heard some employees say that they were handsome and rich, and Dong was not here today. It was a little regrettable that they wanted to attract Yongzheng’s attention and get a raise.
It didn’t take long for the 12th floor to arrive. There was a door that knocked on the door before we left. No one responded for a long time. Didn’t Yongzheng Secret come today? Lin Muxia’s thug bag took out a piece of information that recorded the secret name of Yongzheng in the Yong family industry, Mei Sizhen 19 …
I will enter my mobile phone number to dial.
I got through, but no one answered me. I used to dial it again. At the same time, Lin Muxia’s ears moved. She posted the door plate and told me to call again. I did her incredible way, "Mei Sizhen mobile phone door."
"Is something wrong?" I was extremely surprised.
Lin Muxia took out his carrying bag wire and spent several minutes prying this door lock. When we pushed the door, we smelled a strong smell of blood! Cross-enclosed number
Mei Sizhen wore a short black skirt, which damaged the typical urban beauty dress. However, the white shirt was pushed to the edge of the bra. She was lying on the desk of Yongzheng, staring at the door with her eyes wide open.
Meishen revealed that there were about five knives in her smooth abdomen!
The pen contain, shelf, document and fresh air box that were originally placed on that desk were all scatter with blood.
We avoided the blood and took a closer look. The five knives inserted in Mei Sizhen’s abdomen were not directly inserted, but each one made a gap in the abdomen. There were some twists and turns, some of them were horizontal, and some turns were made. That’s why Mei died and the true blood could spread the table to the floor. Her intestines also ran out of her abdomen, and one of them was drooping and smelled slightly.
Mei Sizhen’s abdomen is covered with blood, and the blood state has become sticky. It seems that the crime has been going on for some time.
Apart from her untidy clothes, she was not violated, but she was missing a pair of high heels on her right foot.
I searched the crime scene and the outside of the building, but I couldn’t find any trace.
It is worth noting that there is a pair of small embroidered shoes on the table, and the toe of which faces outward. It seems that someone has walked around in it with blood.
We finished taking photos at the scene. Lin Muxia, the post-mortem examiner, and Pei Xizhen and I toured the office. The window was the wind that rolled the curtains, and there was a big rope scattered at the bottom of the building.
Could it be that the murderer killed Meschen in embroidered shoes and then took off his embroidered shoes and jumped out of the blood pile and left the crime building along the rope?
My first step was to run to the bottom of the building to check the ropes and observe the Yongjia building, and then I found Fu Leyou, the manager of Yongjia industry. Before I took him to the crime scene, I told the Yongzheng case yesterday that Fu Leyou’s reaction was nothing suspicious, shocking and fearful. I really doubt from the bottom of my heart that the so-called second-in-command got the same clue after asking the building staff. Fu Leyou was not harmonious in Yongzheng, and there were frequent disputes, especially the day before yesterday when Fu Leyou pointed to Yongzheng’s nose and said that the other party was finished by his father.
At this time, Pei Xizhen came back from the monitoring room and brought evidence favorable to Fu Leyou. He said solemnly, "Yongzheng’s secret Meisi really came to work an hour ago, in other words, the crime could not be more than an hour. Fu Leyou never set foot on the twelfth floor for half an hour."
"Boss, don’t forget that there is a rope in the building." I pulled the old fox aside and analyzed, "This’ yu’ can finish the case and leave through the rope, and then come to the company if something happens. It’s very active to come to the company every day. In other words, when she arrives, the building has her own body. I just looked forward on the bed. It’s an office building under construction, so it’s impossible to be seen during the process of’ yu’ finishing the case and leaving."
Pei Xizhen asked suspiciously, "So … how did’ yu’ come in?"
"The length of the rope is several meters higher than that of this building." I pondered for a few seconds and speculated that "there is a transport elevator on the outside of this building that can go straight to the roof. Put the rope on the top floor.’ yu’ Through this monitoring, you can’t see the path to the top floor. Enter the Yongzheng office on the twelfth floor through the rope. When Mei Sizhen enters, she will kill her cruelly and sweep her tail, and then climb back to the top of the building through the rope and cut off the rope."
"sir Ling Yu’s analysis is unreasonable, but he concluded that it was a little hasty." Lin Muxia ended the evidence collection and preliminary autopsy. She described while recording, "The murderer’s means of killing is cruel in two words. I don’t know that he was so cruel to Mei Sizhen. According to the ancient saying, killing people is not too much, but … today, even handling many bodies, I feel horrible and weird. Female compatriots feel creepy."
I asked curiously, "How horrible?"
"I’ve cleaned up the blood in Meisizhen’s abdomen. Observe for yourself." Lin Muxia bit his lip.
I motioned for Fu Leyou not to move and Pei Xizhen to go near and look at Mei Sizhen’s five fatal wounds in the abdomen. The murderer got a fright, and the five knives made five twists and turns, which actually formed a Chinese character "Death!"
As we all know, the word "death" has six strokes, but the killer’s second and third strokes are even like a flash, which makes the five knives abruptly cut the word "death" in the abdomen of this urban beauty.
Not only that, Mace really died irrationally. Normally, when she was stopped by the murderer, she should struggle to resist and look frightened when pressing the table with a knife and a knife! However, Mei Sizhen’s face is a little heartbroken and looking forward to her eyes staring at the door panel …
Fu Leyou is suspected of Yongzheng’s hand, but not of Mei Sizhen’s killer motive. Because Yong Dasheng retired to take over the industry, Fu Leyou and Mei Sizhen were particularly good. Yongzheng stopped their contact, which led to their estrangement.
There are too many mysteries at the crime scene, not to mention that Meschen’s right high heels disappeared and the rope outside the building disappeared. Did the murderer finish the case and not take it away? Especially those blood-treading embroidered shoes on the table are very conspicuous. Who is wearing them?
Chapter one hundred and sixty-six Blood sugar plummeted
We have handled countless unsolved cases and mysteries at the bizarre crime scene, but we haven’t been able to see any clues. I lie down and fantasize that I am Mei Sizhen. Someone put a knife into my stomach and it hurts so much. How can I look at the door calmly?
I stood up thoughtfully and said, "Was there anything in the direction of the door that could attract her before Mei Sizhen died?"
Lin Muxia felt that the probability was very small. She analyzed, "Maybe Mei Sizhen died before the knife went into the body. Although there are five fatal injuries, it does not rule out that she died spontaneously, but I found nothing abnormal in her blood. Take a tube and take it to the forensic hall for careful analysis."
"The high-heeled shoes on the right foot of the deceased disappeared. She wore two shoes. However, there was no floor at the crime scene, and there was no ten * * that was taken away from the scene by the murderer. This may be a fetish male." Pei Xizhen thought a little. He listed "There are many people who love women’s high-heeled shoes. I know that there is a Zhejiang three families who often steal high-heeled shoes to follow lick the shoes."
"What about these shoes?" I stared at the embroidered shoes in the blood and wondered, "It seems to be handmade. Is there two killers, a man and a woman?"
"Actually, I think embroidered shoes are not necessarily worn by people, but may be some kind of hint of the murderer." Lin Muxia spread her hands and threw the gloves stained with blood into the trash can. "Yu’s high-heeled shoes are really like sir Pei’s saying that there is a fetish to explain. After all, Mei Si is not an agent. There is nothing to study about ordinary shoes except wearing them."
"Fetishism … then why don’t you take your left foot together and make a pair?" I suspect a way
Lin Muxia speculated that "it may be inconvenient to carry."
We let Fu Leyou tour the crime scene. At the end, I asked, "Hey, yu, is there anything missing here?"
"There shouldn’t be 500,000 cash in the cupboard and important documents in the archives." Fu Leyou looked at Mei Sizhen’s body and he was very sad. He could see that he had feelings for the deceased beyond his colleagues.
When we contacted the road monitoring center to check the road conditions, Mei Sizhen died much earlier than when Fu Leyou arrived by car. The second-in-command suspect was temporarily ruled out. Because there was no substantive evidence, his personal freedom was not restricted, but all communication methods such as his mobile phone and brain were monitored by the technical team.
After cleaning up the crime scene, Mei Sizhen’s parents came, and we made it clear that the two of them strongly disagreed with the autopsy. They felt that their daughter was suffering from five knives and her blood flow was almost exhausted. It was sad enough to die, and it was really unbearable for her parents to be cut open again. There was no trouble in Yongjia Building, so the body was dragged to the funeral center.
Yong’s father knew that the company had such a big case, and Yongzheng was extremely depressed. First, his penis was cut off, and then his right-hand man was killed. Yong Dasheng dragged his elderly body to Mei Sizhen’s house to express his condolences and said that the funeral follow-up matters were arranged by himself.