Something happened. This is not going to be bloody.

Zhou Leng had been away from Lan City for three days. Next, she was going to the place where the fifth deceased Zhu Guangshan had registered. But when she arrived, she found that it had long been turned into a factory area, and was not a residential area at all as recorded in the system.

If you think about it carefully, the person has already passed away. Who would update the home address of a dead person? Not deleting the information is already the last bit of decency.

Zhou Leng went to the nearest police station to ask for the registered address.

The police officer asked in confusion and vigilance: "Where did you get this information? What do you want to do with this person?"

Zhou Leng replied with a miserable expression:

"This is the address I asked someone to find in Lan City. I'm an orphan. They said this person might be my relative. I've been looking for my relatives for three years, but every time I've found them wrong. Police comrade, can you help me find the current registered address of other people in their family? What bad things can a girl from another place like me do? I really want to know where my relatives are?"

The policeman looked her up and down, then looked at the addresses of other people in the same household registration book. He thought for a long time before saying, "Go to Chengji Garden and ask around."

Zhou Leng bowed to thank him and left. She asked everyone she met at Chengji Garden and finally met an old woman who had a big reaction after hearing the name.

The woman had gray hair and looked to be in her sixties. Her cloudy eyes lit up when she heard the name Zhu Guangshan, then dimmed again. She said unhappily:

"He's been executed for decades. What are you looking for him for?"

"Shot? Did he do something wrong?"

"What does it have to do with you? Why are you asking about this?"

Zhou Leng said in a sad tone:

"Auntie, I really have no choice. I am an orphan. People in my hometown said that Zhu Guangshan might be my father. I came here to find my family. As long as I do a paternity test, I will know whether it is true or not."

The pressure of life makes people possessed by the spirit of drama.

The woman spat angrily and said:

"Bah, what conscienceless person is talking nonsense? He has never left Xiangjiang River in his life, so how could he have the chance to go somewhere else to leave his seed? You look like a girl in your twenties. He was shot in 1986, so how could he be your father?"

Zhou Leng took the opportunity to move closer and prayed quietly:

"Auntie, please tell me the truth. What on earth has he done wrong? Please let me give up so I can find another family. I have traveled to five cities to find my relatives. Please have mercy on me. I have been lonely and helpless since I was a child. Now that I have grown up, I can finally find my relatives by myself. Please, Auntie, please talk to me and let me give up."

The two walked for a long time, and Zhou Leng kept begging the other party. The key point was that she was not sure whether Zhu Guangshan was the evil ghost, and she just wanted to know more about him.

The woman was annoyed and frowned. She said angrily:

"I'm so annoyed. Don't ask any more questions, girl. Go and investigate the Xiangjiang 427 murder and dismemberment case yourself. You still come here to claim your biological father. Do you want your biological father to be a murderer?" Her tone was obviously harsh, but her voice became smaller and smaller, as if she was afraid that others would hear it.

Zhou Leng walked to a sightseeing chair and sat down, then took out her phone and started to look up the case the woman mentioned. She read it carefully, and it was no wonder that she couldn't find it online. The names of the suspect and the victim were all pseudonyms.

In 1986, a dismemberment case occurred in Xiangjiang River. A woman was cut into five pieces and thrown in various places. After being discovered by the police, they checked one by one. Finally, the police confirmed that the deceased was Shi Moumou, a waitress who had been reported to the police long ago and had been missing for four days.

Because of the professional dismemberment techniques, the police identified the doctor and the butcher as suspects.

After half a month of investigation by the police, the butcher Zhu Guangshan came into their sight. This man had some grudge against Shi Moumou, so they had a motive for murder, so the police arrested Zhu Guangshan.

Zhu Guangshan's wife did not believe that her husband had killed someone, so she hired a lawyer. The lawyer searched for evidence and conducted extensive investigations, and finally raised six major doubts in court.

In the end, Zhu Guangshan confessed his guilt in the detention center, and was shot in the winter of 1986. The last words he left to the world before his death were: "I didn't kill anyone. They treated me like that, how could I not confess my guilt!"

boom.

The bullet pierced his skull mercilessly.

Zhou Leng read several news media reports on this case, and could not find any flaws in the articles. She then looked up the victim's information and found only a pseudonym.

After three hours of online battle, she finally found an article commemorating the victim Shi Moumou. She sent a private message to the author, who said that Shi Moumou was her aunt.

Zhou Leng bought gifts and visited Shi Moumou's sister, who is also the mother of the author of the article.

After the two parties agreed to meet at home, the other party saw that Zhou Leng was a stranger and asked in confusion: "Do you have any relationship with my aunt?"

Zhou Leng replied:

"I am an intern of a legal program. Everyone has their own material. I was thinking about whether I could learn more about the victim of the 427 dismemberment case. After all, she didn't have much left in this world. She passed away at such a good age."

Shi's sister said with a sad expression:

"Now I have almost forgotten what my sister looked like. At that time, my family was poor and we didn't even have the money to take a photo. Now all I can remember is her birthday."

Zhou Leng asked, "Would you mind telling me her birthday time? I'll record it. It's not private after all."

The other party mentioned his birthday, time of birth, and zodiac sign.

Zhou Leng counted carefully with her fingers, and was surprised that she ignored the doubts of the mother and daughter, took out talisman paper and compass from her backpack, wrote down the other party's birth date, and then cast a spell to tell fortunes.

When the mother and daughter saw the visitor starting to talk nonsense after hearing his birth date, they were so scared that they stood up from the sofa and stepped back a meter away.

After a while, Zhou Leng let out a long breath, and said to the mother and daughter with a heavy face:

"To be honest, I know some yin and yang techniques. I can read her horoscope and calculate her date of birth. She is not dead and is still alive. What is her real name?"

The other person said with trembling lips: "Shi Rongrong? How could he not be dead? The police have confirmed it and even shot a man! You...you must have miscalculated."

Zhou Leng frowned and stood up. She said goodbye and left. Before leaving, she said, "Don't worry, I will find her. She must still be alive."

The mother and daughter looked at each other, and were a little at a loss when looking at the gifts left by each other. They didn't believe it, but there was still a trace of doubt in their hearts.

Zhou Leng walked out of the community and walked on the road. She thought carefully, if Shi Rongrong was not dead, then who was dead? If the identity of the dead person is unknown, how could Zhu Guangshan become a murderer!

The dead did not get justice, but innocent people were shot?

It's really chilling and makes me feel depressed.

But where is Shi Rongrong?