what's in the depths

"How can this Song River be sold?"

"One hundred and fifty one bottles."

"Bring me a bottle, and bring me two cups...By the way, weigh two catties of fruit, and give me less of each kind...By the way, get Baoruan Zhonghua...Get one."

The clerks of the 24-hour supermarket were already very busy, and when this happened again, my mother gasped for breath, and I didn't know how to weigh myself when I had hands.

"how much is the total."

"670 three."

"Can it be cheaper? Six hundred and seventy, and the odds will be erased."

The clerk rolled his eyes: "You treat us as a vegetable market here and still bargain, fix the price, don't bargain."

The man opposite smiled shyly, took out his mobile phone, scanned the QR code to pay, and left the supermarket with heavy things.

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The silent cemetery is like a lifeless lonely city under the night, standing quietly in the bustling city.

The sound of gurgling water passed by, and the soil on the ground was wet.

Zhu Yuhan put the wine glass aside, squatted on the ground, and quietly looked at the man with a gentle smile.

"Old Xie, tell me about you. Didn't you boast that you were like a cloud of victorious friends during your lifetime? Why did you end up lying in this lonely little box, but no one came to see you?"

Zhu Yuhan stood up, and the night wind ruffled his hair.

Xie Dongan, the former captain of the second team of the Municipal Bureau of Criminal Investigation, joined the police station with Zhu Yuhan in the same year. Before Chu Rong came, the two of them had been hailed as golden partners by the police station. But Xie Dongan was identified by the enemy during an undercover operation. He was shot on the spot.

The tombstone is newly built, and the person has just been buried in the soil, but he has been dead for six years.

His wife was pregnant at the time, and on the day the child was born, Xie Dongan, as a father, failed to go to the delivery room to welcome the birth of his son, but unfortunately died at the criminal's feet.

After the accident, the police station secretly settled his wife and children in Linshi, and buried Xie Dongan's ashes in the cemetery only after the gang of criminals were wiped out.

But for fear that the remnants of criminals will secretly retaliate, so few people here usually dare to come to worship.

Some, like Zhu Yuhan, just quietly took a look at it in the night.

Just as he got up and saluted Xie Dongan, he suddenly heard a slight sound around him.

Zhu Yuhan immediately became vigilant, and unconsciously touched the police gun on his waist with one hand.

In the darkness, a tall figure stood there quietly, not reacting much to Zhu Yuhan's sudden defensive state.

"Who!" Zhu Yuhan asked, turned on the phone's light, and leaned over to the person.

A man in a light gray windbreaker stood next to him, raising his hand to block the glare of the lighting.

"Oh, just come to visit the deceased, can't you?" The man sneered and turned his head away.

Zhu Yuhan secretly scolded himself for being too sensitive, Shi Shiran put away his gun, turned off the lights, and muttered: "Come to visit the grave at night, I'm sick."

In the darkness, the man smiled jokingly: "We are each other."

The wind was blowing, Zhu Yuhan folded his arms and looked around, glanced at the tombstone worshiped by the man, felt hairy in his heart, and left in a hurry without daring to wait any longer.

When he arrived at the hospital, Fu Huaiyu was exercising there, pulling on the stretcher, and his bulging muscles showed obvious marks even under the large hospital gown.

"Why are you still doing these violent movements? Didn't the doctor tell you to lie down and be a useless person?" Zhu Yuhan quickly grabbed the tensioner and stuffed it into the bedside table.

Fu Huaiyu smiled innocently, sat back on the hospital bed obediently, took out a wet tissue to wipe his hands.

The paper towel was thrown in the trash with a little tan oil stain on it.

"How's your body feeling recently?" Zhu Yuhan asked.

Fu Huaiyu unbuttoned the hospital gown and touched his chest: "Fortunately... just now one of the tensioners was broken and was flicked. It hurts a bit, rub it for me?"

Zhu Yuhan glared at him, and although he said that there were a lot of people involved, he still stretched out his hand honestly.

On Fu Huaiyu's chest, parallel and regular scars appeared impressively.

Zhu Yuhan looked at the traces, and seemed to feel a little familiar, so he touched them unconsciously.

"Why, it's so itchy." Fu Huaiyu hid and lay back on the bed, "Forget it, you go home first, we all go to bed early."

"Wait a minute." Zhu Yuhan was still tugging at his hospital gown relentlessly.

"Let's forget it today. If you ask for it, you will not be useless in the future."

"Don't be poor." Zhu Yuhan pressed his hand, took out his mobile phone, and took a photo of Fu Huaiyu's chest.

"Could it be that you read some strange novel and wanted to use this photo to threaten me and tie me by your side?"

"You're so smart." Zhu Yuhan put away his phone, turned off the light for Fu Huaiyu, and told him, "You have a good rest, and I'll come see you tomorrow."

Fu Huaiyu propped up his upper body: "When is tomorrow?"

"Maybe a little later, I've been busy solving cases recently, be good, eat on time, go to bed early." After finishing speaking, he closed the door and left.

At eleven o'clock at night, the institute was brightly lit, and Zhu Yuhan panted heavily and pushed open the gate of the institute.

"Chu Rong! I know what caused the gap and oblique wound on the body surface of the deceased!" He slammed on the door of the dissection room vigorously.

After knocking for a long time, Chu Rong opened the door and came out, the rubber gloves were stained with blood.

"I'm still doing the autopsy, can I wait a while?"

Zhu Yuhan smiled awkwardly: "Sorry to bother you, then I will wait until you are done."

After finishing speaking, he obediently walked to the sofa in the hall to nest up.

Chu Rong looked at him, smiled and shook his head, and slowly closed the door of the dissecting room.

Time passed by, and the noisy night market gradually quieted down.

Zhu Yuhan leaned on the sofa and stared out the window in a daze, feeling drowsy, he yawned a lot, and finally couldn't beat Zhou Gong and closed his eyes with his hand.

I don't know how long I slept, and the small noises interspersed in the dream, and Zhu Yuhan couldn't even tell whether it was a dream or reality.

I've been really tired recently, like a ball of cotton stuffed in my head, I can't sort it out, I can't sort it out, he even clearly felt the whispered calls from the people around him, but his eyelids seemed to be glued to 502, and he couldn't open them.

"Chief Chu, I'm leaving first." The cold voice pierced into his ears.

Zhu Yuhan woke up in a jerk, and looked blankly at the person in front of him.

The new forensic doctor surnamed An was picking up the file as if no one else was around, striding towards the door without even saying hello, pushed it open and walked out.

Zhu Yuhan watched his leaving back, and then looked at Chu Rong who was sitting beside him and smiling.

"Are you done?" Zhu Yuhan wiped his saliva and sat up straight.

Although Chu Rong was smiling, he couldn't hide his exhaustion. He nodded: "Yes, the murderer dismembered Dai Yang's body into twelve pieces, and it took a lot of effort to put them together."

Speaking of this, there was another endless silence.

"By the way, I found this." Zhu Yuhan opened the phone to find the photo.

Chu Rong took the phone and studied it carefully, then nodded thoughtfully: "It's very similar to the wound on the child's body, where did you get the photo?"

"Stretcher."

"What tensioner?"

"This is a scar caused by a stretcher. That child may have been tortured by a criminal with a stretcher during his lifetime."

"That's not right." Chu Rong frowned, "What is a dying person doing to maintain the fitness equipment?"

"So, there may be a problem in one of the links, or there may be more than one criminal, more than one mastermind, or even worse, this is not the same case at all."

"What did the three arrested suspects say?"

Zhu Yuhan sighed: "They said that they were only responsible for tricking the child to the transfer station, and then another person would pick him up, but they said they didn't know that person, or even met him, because he would wear a mask every time he came, and he would be with him throughout the day. The criminals in the live broadcast are wearing the same mask, and I don’t know anything about the others.”

"Then it will be very troublesome." Chu Rong said softly.

"How about you, have you found any clues from Dai Yang's body?"

"The clues that can be found are not called clues. They have been performed in the live broadcast. The wounds caused by chainsaws, ropes, and axes. The fatal injury is that the head was chopped off. Others, there are no useful clues."

"Where's the ring?"

"What ring?" Chu Rong was puzzled.

"Dai Yang's ring finger has a ring of the couple's style with his fiancee, isn't it inside?"

"The fingers are intact, but no rings were found."

"Could it be taken away by criminals? It shouldn't be, he has made so much money by relying on the platform, would he care about a ring that is not expensive?"

"Maybe he lost it accidentally, or maybe he kept that ring for something special." Chu Rong said, yawning big.

Zhu Yuhan glanced at his watch and found that it was past one o'clock in the morning.

"Then I'll go back first, and I'll trouble you to go out to the police with me tomorrow to visit the remaining victims."

"Okay." Seeing that Zhu Yuhan got up to leave, Chu Rong hurriedly stood up and walked out together.

"It's so late, do you want to go home?" Zhu Yuhan felt strange and stopped.

"I'm not going back, I just came out to see you off." Chu Rong said, putting his hands into the side pockets of his white coat as if afraid of the cold.

"Then you go back, see you tomorrow." Zhu Yuhan smiled and waved at him, then committed himself into the car.

If you really want to completely cut off the contact with Chu Rong, it is impossible. Even if you transfer yourself away and don't have to work with him, it is still impossible. Compared with Fu Huaiyu, compared with Tong Si, compared with everyone around him, Chu Rong Rong makes people feel very good, he is so gentle, so gentle that he even enjoys the process of being in contact with him.

He is like the spring breeze, gentle and comfortable, bringing the warmth and laziness of spring.

Zhu Yuhan smiled, and finally took a look at Chu Rong through the car window, and found that he was still standing there motionless and staring at this side.

Open the car window and wave to him: "See you tomorrow, Rongrong."

Chu Rong smiled and watched the car slowly leave the research institute.

Yes, it is precisely because there are people like you in this world that I have a little hope for this world.

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Among the remaining victims who have not been interviewed, except for the immigrant, the one who refused to open the door was the disabled person.

Zhu Yuhan was also thinking, could a disabled person in a wheelchair really be able to single-handedly plan such a horrific and inhumane tragedy.

But I have to say that he is indeed the most qualified person to crusade against this society.

Knocking on the door, a boy in a wheelchair who seemed to be in his early twenties opened the door. He has a very beautiful face, fair and quiet, and beautiful eyes, like a starry sky, but he has no expression.

Seeing the policemen standing outside the door, he was slightly surprised, but he still pushed the wheelchair to open a gap to let them in.

Zhu Yuhan looked at the boy's house, the simple and elegant structure, clean and spotless.

The boy's name is Song Yunian. He is currently studying in an ordinary university in China. His parents are busy with work and have been away from home. The nanny usually takes care of him, but the nanny went out to buy groceries just now, so now he is the only one at home.

"You guys...what's the matter?"