Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

"Do you have to go?"

Seeing the woman's resistance, Han Yang asked, "Don't you want to see if it's Zhao Qian?"

"I will be scared."

"If you don't dare to go by yourself, you can find a family member to accompany you."

"We have no family members." The woman said with a bitter expression, "We only have one son, who works out of town and rarely comes back."

“Other relatives and friends are also welcome.”

"No contact."

Seeing that all the exits provided by Han Yang were blocked by women, he was speechless. Chen Zeyang instantly remembered someone and answered: "You can ask the policewoman to accompany you."

Perhaps the woman knew that identifying the body was inevitable. After pondering for a moment, she finally nodded and agreed to return to the city bureau with Chen Zeyang and the others.

Chen Zeyang said: "When the body was discovered, except for the victim himself, there were no items around that would be helpful to the case. So we are here not only to bring you this unfortunate news, but also to get useful information for solving the case. .”

"Actually, I don't know much about his work and I won't even ask."

Han Yang said: "Don't you know at all?"

"Yes."

"In that case, he usually works at home. Can you show us the room where he works?"

The woman looked up at the room opposite the living room, where the milky white wooden door was closed.

"Come with me."

The two of them walked to the door of the room, and the woman who had led them slowed down naturally. As if afraid of something, he hid behind Chen Zeyang.

"You go ahead and look around. I don't want to go in."

When Chen Zeyang nodded, Han Yang had already pushed the door open.

Judging from the woman's attitude, she thought she would see something strange when she opened the door. As a result, everything is ordinary. A square table made of thin wood and chairs made of matching materials.

There are no bookcases in the room, but there are many books, all piled on the floor. A thin layer of dust fell on the top cover.

When Han Yang took a look, he saw that they were all books about Yin Yang, Bagua and Five Elements fortune-telling. There were also a few books with strange covers that looked like they were books about trivial matters.

"Have you read these Zhao Qian?" Han Yang put on his gloves and picked up a book to read. It contains not only words, but also various illustrations that resemble pen drawings.

"Probably." The woman stood three steps away from the door of the room. She didn't take a step forward until she heard Han Yang asking.

This step was just right for Han Yang to see clearly. He saw it in his eyes, but the movements of his hands were still natural, as if he was asking casually: "It seems that you are afraid of these things, doesn't your husband know?"

"How could he not know?"

"Then why do it?"

"Because we had no other way out. When we were in our forties, our work unit was disbanded. All employees were driven back home. Because we were too old, we couldn't find a new job, and we were still some time away from retirement. If you don't find something to do, there is no way to live. The two of us found many places to work, sweeping the floor, washing dishes, waiting, everything. The next year, his mother died, and I went to the funeral with him. , where I met Mr. Yin Yang, who earned a lot of money, and he chose to join the industry after he came back."

After investigating Zhao Qian's occupation, Chen Zeyang carefully studied what Mr. Yin and Yang of the funeral was.

He pointed at the book in Han Yang's hand and asked in disbelief: "Don't tell me that Zhao Qian became Mr. Yin Yang just by reading these pirated books."

Not to mention whether self-study is wrong, but learning from this pirated book is quite shocking.

In funerals, Mr. Yin Yang will recite and provide guidance on important occasions such as funerals, burials, and sacrifices.

After reading a pirated book, he would memorize every wrong sentence. If anything goes against him, he will do the same thing.

Family members who ask Mr. Yin Yang themselves do so because they are concerned about it and are afraid that they may not understand something and may violate taboos if they make a mistake.

It's a good idea now. It's better not to make a fake one.

The woman looked at the dusty books on the ground and nodded, "He is self-taught, but he has a master. He is the old Mr. Yin Yang who was very famous in Dashan Village."

"Where are the others?"

"No more, he has died long ago. When Zhao Qian went to find him, he was almost eighty years old, suffering from Alzheimer's disease, and no one knew him."

Han Yang put the book back, walked towards the wooden table, and said, "You just said that your income is high. How much can you earn at that time?"

According to Chen Zeyang's previous investigation, no matter how long Mr. Yin Yang works every day, as long as he works once, even if it is only for an hour or a whole day, the price is 300 to 500 yuan.

"I don't know how much money he makes every day. I only know that once, he went there for four days and earned 2800."

700 yuan a day.

Han Yang looked back at Chen Zeyang.

Good guy, really good guy.

It's so much more expensive than ordinary ones.

"But not every time I will earn so much. Sometimes, in the same four days, I can only get back 2000."

"That's 500 a day. The standard is pretty high."

"Really?" The woman lowered her eyes, "I don't quite understand."

"Has he said that he had a conflict with anyone recently?"

"No." The woman didn't hesitate.

Han Yang said cautiously: "Think carefully and don't miss even the smallest things."

"What is this?" Chen Zeyang flipped from the bottom of a pile of books on the table to a black leather-bound notebook.

Han Yang leaned over and waited for him to open it.

The notebook is already half used. The writing on it was so sloppy that it looked like it was written with the same pen.

All contents are time + last name + age + days + amount of money.

It looks like a ledger.

Han Yang smiled slightly, thinking that he finally found something valuable. If you go back to work like this, you won't be scolded.

Chen Zeyang closed the book and said, "Let's take this back."

"Whatever. If the other person dies, these things will also be thrown away, whatever."

After searching around, the only useful thing was this black notebook. The rest were either funeral items or pirated reference books.

Along the way, Han Yang was still a little uneasy while driving. From time to time, he would ask the woman in the back seat not to clean Zhao Qian's room until the case came to light.

When the two of them walked into the city bureau hall, Shang Siwen was walking out with his bag on his back.

Han Yang asked anxiously: "Why are you going?"

"What are you doing?" Shang Siwen raised the watch on his wrist and waved it in front of Han Yang's eyes, "Get off work. Captain He said there are too few clues at the moment and we don't need to work overtime, so he let those who have nothing to do go back first."

"Go back if you have nothing to do, right?"

"correct."

"You are in trouble now."

"what?"

Han Yang stepped aside and pointed behind him, "Zhao Qian's wife, accompany her to identify the body."

Shang Siwen was stunned for a second, and then she took off the bag on her shoulder and pressed it directly into Han Yang's arms, "Take it up for me."

Chen Zeyang looked at Han Yang and smiled, then raised the notebook in his hand very cooperatively and said, "I'm going to see Captain He for an assignment."

After that, one took the person away and the other took the book.

He was left alone with his backpack.

Han Yang looked down at himself, "Did Captain He say that I am the one who will go back first if everything is fine?"

He Wei looked at the notebook spread out on the table with a solemn expression. Counting the time, after briefly flipping through it twice, I turned directly to the last page with records.

Filter from back to front.

But before the screening started, the last stroke of the record made him stunned.

Chen Zeyang noticed He Wei's abnormality. He leaned down and asked cautiously: "Captain He, is there any problem?"

He Wei didn't speak, just stared at the words in the notebook.

18th + Yuan + Si + 2000.