Qi Fu-How many times is Qingming

Lin Tao spent half an hour by the stove to warm himself up, and he felt that it would be cooked any longer, so he nodded in satisfaction and entered the room.

Qin Ming was curled up in the quilt and eating oranges. Under Zhang Rishan's provocative gaze, Lin Tao leaned over to Qin Ming and said, "Baby, brother let me warm your bed!"

Qin Ming raised his hand and put a piece of orange into his mouth, and said, "Senior brother was just joking."

Lin Tao turned to Zhang Rishan for help, Zhang Rishan spread his hands and said: I can't help it.

Before Lin Tao could hang his head down, his cell phone rang, he hung up the phone and said, "Don't wait for me." He hurried out again.

Dabao felt that he might be busy tomorrow, so he said hello and ran to the top of the kang, pulled a coarse curtain, and got into bed to sleep. After a while, there was a slight snoring sound.

The incandescent lamp hanging from the roof gave off a dim and warm light. After peeling the last orange, Zhang Rishan handed it to Qin Ming. A pear, so I won’t cough.”

Qin Ming moved his itchy throat. He had a very uncomfortable throat when he came back from the ruined temple, but he endured it all the time, and when he couldn't help it, he only coughed lightly.

Zhang Rishan also rolled up the quilt and sat next to Qin Ming, and Qin Ming had put the autopsy report in the grid of the kang cabinet.

Qin Ming glanced at the coarse cloth curtain that Dabao hung, and said, "The police dog sleeps fast. That's fine. Senior brother, there is some clue about my father's matter."

"Oh? What did you find?"

"In addition to the report letter, my father also wrote another material about the Crescent Hotel's smuggling of contraband and money laundering."

"It's not just smuggling, but also gambling and drug trafficking. It's just that there is no evidence left over the years. Could it be that your father got some real evidence?"

Qin Ming nodded and said, "That's right. But those evidences are useless now."

"Qin Ming, I have a sentence that may not sound very pleasant, but..."

"It's ok."

"As a forensic doctor, your father seems to be too lenient in this matter."

Qin Ming nodded and said, "I think so too. With my father's authority, how can I get in touch with the secrets of the Crescent Hotel."

"Are you ignoring Lin Tao these days because you don't want him to see that you are in a bad mood?"

"Nothing can escape the eyes of senior brother."

"Go to bed early, I guess if you feel better tomorrow, you will definitely go to the dissection room."

At night, Zhang Rishan covered Qin Ming with an extra quilt given by the village head. Seeing that he was fast asleep, he put on his clothes and went to the yard to call Zhang Qishan.

The phone was connected quickly, and Zhang Qishan's voice came from the other end: "Why are you still awake so late?"

Zhang Rishan smiled and said, "Brother didn't sleep either. We're out on the job and in the mountains."

"Fortunately, the mobile communication industry has developed well in the past two years, and there are signals wherever people live. I went back to the old house a few days ago, and the old house was actually equipped with a wireless network. I was really surprised."

"The Zhang family must always keep pace with the times." Zhang Rishan felt that the wind was a bit cool, turned to the leeward place and continued: "Brother, the bodies of two tomb robbers and an ancient tomb were found in the mountain. Check it out, it seems to be from the Liao Dynasty."

"Like?"

"Well. There are so many people at the scene that I don't have a chance to take a closer look. I should have a clue when the cultural relics department comes tomorrow."

"Xiaoshan, I don't know when you regained your interest in cultural relics and ancient tombs."

"Brother, you made fun of me again. By the way, Qin Ming said that he found some clues about his father."

Zhang Qishan on the other end of the phone was silent for a while, and said: "I told him not to chase too deeply. Xiaoshan, please advise your junior brother not to get too close to this road, and be careful not to step too close to the road." , beyond redemption.”

"I know. Brother..."

"I'm here, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I haven't seen you for a long time, I miss you a little."

Zhang Qishan's laughter came from the other end of the phone, Zhang Rishan blushed and said, "Brother, you are laughing at me!"

"No, I just... feel happy. Also, the patriarch said, remember to go home for this year's Shangyuan Festival."

"Brother..." Zhang Rishan was about to say something, but hurried footsteps came from outside the yard, Zhang Rishan said to Zhang Qishan: "Brother, I will call you later, Lin Tao is back, there seems to be something wrong."

It turned out to be Lin Tao who hurried into the yard. Lin Tao saw Zhang Rishan and said, "Brother, he died again!"

Zhang Rishan frowned: "He died again?"

"Yes!" Lin Tao said and walked into the house, but was stopped by Zhang Rishan.

"Lin Tao, what are you in a hurry for?"

"Tell Lao Qin to get up and go for an autopsy!"

"Lin Tao, what's the matter with you today, your brain is not enough? Qin Ming is a patient now! I'll go with you."

The person with the night wind had a headache, so Zhang Rishan put on the hood of his coat to keep out the wind.

The deceased was an old man in the village, not in good spirits, and his son and daughter-in-law, who were working in the city, were always sitting at the entrance of the village on weekdays.

Zhang Rishan did a preliminary inspection and found that the old man died from being hit on the back of the head with a blunt object. As for the murder weapon, it should be a bloody shovel thrown aside.

Lin Tao stared at the shovel for a long time, and said, "Who is so courageous to kill someone knowing that the criminal policeman lives in the village?"

Zhang Rishan took off his gloves and said, "Killed with one blow, the murderer has great strength."

Lin Tao looked around at the villagers who came out to watch the excitement. Most of the young and middle-aged people in this village have gone out to work, and the rest are mostly old and weak women and children.

The next day, Qin Ming just woke up when it was getting a bit dim.Dabao was still sleeping, Zhang Rishan was not, and Lin Tao was not there either. A bowl of steaming pears with rock sugar on the kang table exuded a faint sweet fragrance.

Lin Tao came in with his breakfast. Seeing that Qin Ming was awake, he hurried over and asked, "Baby, are you feeling better? Brother said you should drink this bowl of rock sugar Sydney while it's hot."

"What about Senior Brother?"

"Last night, a homicide happened in the village. Senior brother was in the autopsy room all night. After finishing the autopsy, he ran back and steamed a pear for you. Now I'm going back to the autopsy room to deal with the aftermath." Lin Tao's tone was sour, "Why is your senior brother treating you so well? "

Qin Ming rolled his eyes and said, "Is my senior brother treating you badly? Have you forgotten how many candied chestnuts you ate?"

"That's right! The crayfish that my senior brother treated me this month has already surpassed the sum of all the crayfish that Lao Qin has treated me to since I met him!"

"Late, since you are awake, go to the autopsy room to help!"

"Okay!" Dabao put on his shoes, scratched his hair casually, and went out. She never haggled with Qin Ming about going to the dissection room to help.