As a local policeman, is it appropriate for you to take over the job of a criminal policeman?

As for Zheng Guangming's slaughterhouse, Yu Haifeng and his colleagues quickly found out about it with the help of the police station. There are not many people with the surname Zheng whose ancestors have been butchering in the whole Yuezhou.

According to the information, Zheng Guangtou's real name is Zheng Jincai. He is a butcher in Jianghua Village. Because his ancestors started doing this, he is quite famous in the neighborhood.

Whenever the villagers had a family event or during the New Year, they would ask him to kill animals. Later, when he had some money, he opened a slaughterhouse in Jianghua Village. But there was nothing he could do as quality inspection is so important nowadays, and without a factory, he would just be a black butcher.

Slaughterhouses now use mechanized assembly lines to slaughter pigs, and Zheng Guangtou is considered a well-known figure in Jianghua Village.

However, it is said that Zheng Guangtou has made slaughtering pigs a hobby and likes to do it himself. He says that the pork slaughtered in this way is delicious. I don't know where this rumor came from.

So you can't find him in the factory during the day, but you can definitely find him in the early morning.

Because according to custom, the time for slaughtering pigs is between 2 and 4 a.m. This time is in line with the pig's biological clock. The pig is in a deep sleep state at this time, and it is convenient for subsequent processing, such as cleaning and cutting.

So it is easier to find him in the early morning than during the day.

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Jianghua Village.

At 2 a.m., the lights in the slaughterhouse began to turn on. Zheng Guangming's slaughterhouse was not in the village. After all, starting work so early would be a curse for anyone who heard it.

Ye Lin and his friends came directly at 12 o'clock. They slept in the car, but they didn't sleep well. In addition, Wang Longxin snored very loudly, which made Ye Lin very depressed.

He yawned and sat in the car. Damn, he was a little sleepy after getting up in the early morning. Most importantly, his head was buzzing as if there were bugs buzzing.

Several dark shadows began to work under the light. There were still many traditional pig-slaughtering procedures. A rack was hung with knives of all sizes, and there was even an iron hook.

Two men came out carrying a rack to hold the pig, and then went back to boil water.

When slaughtering a pig, hot water is used to remove the hair, and some internal organs need to be boiled first, all of which require a large amount of hot water.

Zheng Guangtou is a butcher and also the boss, so of course all the preliminary work is done by the workers below.

At 3 a.m., everything was ready. A car drove in and a bald man got out of the car. Needless to say, it was Zheng Guangtou.

Yu Haifeng compared the photos, waved his hand, and a group of people got out of the car.

Zheng Guangming is putting on the butcher's clothes with the help of the workers. This is an heirloom from his ancestors. The older generation said that it carries murderous aura and can ward off evil spirits.

Several workers had already hooked the live pig out of the pigsty. The poor big fat pig had been sleeping soundly in the middle of the night and was woken up like this. It probably sensed that its fate was about to come and it struggled hard.

Zheng Guangtou picked up a long sharp knife from the shelf and was about to cut and start bleeding when Yu Haifeng and his men walked out from the darkness.

"Zheng Jincai, we are from the criminal police team." Yu Haifeng showed his ID directly to Zheng Jincai.

Zheng Jincai was stunned for a moment, the knife in his hand trembled slightly, and then he pretended to be calm and said: "Comrade police, now this pig is waiting for my knife, you wait a moment."

After saying that, he didn't care whether Ye Lin and the others could bear it or not, and directly stabbed the pig's neck with a knife. His movement was clean and neat.

Ow—

The pig let out a scream and twisted its body violently. A stream of dark red blood with foam slowly flowed into the large basin that had been placed on the ground along with the tip of Zheng Guangtou's knife. No matter how the pig struggled, Zheng Guangtou held down the pig's head firmly, and the pig's blood hardly spilled from beginning to end.

Zheng Guangtou looked at Yu Haifeng, Ye Lin and others with pride, and did not put down the sharp knife in his hand, letting the pig's blood drip down the blade.

He touched his bald head with his left hand and asked in a rough voice, "Officer, are you looking for me?"

The other people also let go of the pigs at this time. Some of them held ropes, and some held hooks. They stood behind Zheng Guangtou with bad intentions.

If it were an ordinary police officer from a police station, they might really be scared by these pig killers holding bloody weapons, but they were facing criminal police, and experienced criminal police at that.

In Ye Lin's view, this meaningless posing was just like playing with monkeys.

Yu Haifeng had a cold face. He took out a black and cold pistol from his handbag and pointed it at Zheng Guangtou. "I want to ask you something. Please cooperate."

Zheng Guangtou stopped making trouble now. His expression changed. He handed the knife to the helper behind him and said with a smile, "Officer, what do you want to ask? I am very familiar with the situation in Jianghua Village. You can ask whatever you want."

He still had the illusion that so many people came here in the early morning to ask questions.

Yu Haifeng waved his hand, and the criminal police behind him rushed out like tigers and pinned all the people to the ground.

Zheng Guangtou was a little panicked at this time, and kept struggling on the ground, "Officer, I didn't do anything wrong, did you arrest the wrong person?"

"You caught the wrong guy? Do you think we came here to watch you kill a pig in the middle of the night?" Ye Lin went up and slapped Zheng Guangtou in the face, leaving him stunned.

"Tell me, where are the drugs?" Yu Haifeng asked in a deep voice.

Zheng Guangtou's eyes were visibly panicked, but he was not willing to give in easily. He began to argue, "I'm a butcher. I don't know what is a drug."

"Don't frame good people."

"Good guy? You? Ha!" Wang Longxin looked at him with disdain, "You dare to point a knife at a criminal police officer, and you still dare to say you are a good guy."

"It's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding. I just forgot to put down the knife. I'm used to it." Zheng Guangtou apologized profusely.

But no matter how Yu Haifeng asked, he refused to admit that he was a drug dealer.

"Go in and search!" Yu Haifeng ordered.

Ye Lin rushed in with a few people.

It was indeed a slaughterhouse. The house outside was filled with the smell of blood. Even if a drug sniffing dog came, it wouldn't know where the drugs were. I guess this was also Zheng Guangtou's reliance.

The ground was covered with dark red bloodstains, especially in the cracks. It was unclear whether it was blood or mud, it was both black and red.

There were some unknown machines in the corner of the room, which looked a bit like the ones used to kill chickens and ducks.

There is really nothing to find in this room outside. Inside is the staff lounge, with a row of metal lockers.

"Come here and open all the cabinets." Ye Lin looked at the workers sternly.

Those people honestly took the key to open the door. These policemen are so fierce.

Everyone else looked calm, except for one person whose hands were shaking when he opened the door.

Ye Lin snatched his key and opened the lock neatly, revealing a pile of clothes.