Wanderer

After more than four weeks of calm, the legendary "black end of September" in the criminal investigation team arrived as scheduled-the days at the end of September are the eternal peak of case outbreaks, and both the police and the robbers are busy at this time of year. If you don't touch the ground, it is estimated that they are rushing to have a seven-day National Day holiday.

Wen Hai was so busy that one person was split into four people by two theft cases. Seeing that he was slumped behind his desk, the alarm center called again, saying that there was another homicide case, and the criminal investigation team of the city bureau had to hurry up. arrive.

"Have you heard about mosquitoes?" Wen Hai's colleague knocked on the door, poked his head in and shouted, "There's a murder case in Tianfeng Community!"

Wen Hai, who just wanted to catch up on his sleep, didn't even want to lift his fingers, cursed "fuck", forced himself to stand up from the office chair, and followed him out while yawning.

"Chai Fanwen, I'll let you call Wenhai... Yo, Mosquito, you don't look very good." Captain Fang touched Wenhai's head, "You don't have a fever, do you?"

"It's okay." Wen Hai pinched the bridge of his nose, "I'm a little tired these days, why don't you go to Tianfeng Community now?"

"It's hot, go early and come back early." Captain Fang glanced at the blue sky, white clouds and the scorching sun through the window, and sighed tremblingly: "Oh my god, what happened to the corpse?"

Chai Fanwen forced a smile as if he had a toothache: "Fang team, don't be crowed."

The police force has many unwritten rules. For example, the words "case", "death", and "kill" cannot be mentioned when the holiday is approaching, and the words "rot" and "rot" cannot be mentioned before the scene. The cancer of feudal superstition is all over him, and he can't wait to worship Guanyin and Guan Erye every day, so that there will not be a murder case in 800 years.

However, this feudal superstition has its own reasons, probably due to bad feng shui. The criminal investigation team of Tongcheng City Bureau is rich in crow mouths. From the intern police officer to the captain, as long as the words are related to the case, they will open their mouths and howl Mourning, one howl.

Wen Hai's sleepy brain was awakened by the pungent rancid smell as soon as he entered the corridor. The smell rushed into his eyes, and he quickly covered his nose and pulled Chai Fanwen and the two back a few steps.

Chai Fanwen glanced at Captain Fang quietly, and said in a low voice: "The crow's mouth of Captain Fang is also the best in the world."

Captain Fang was also suffocated, and while fanning the wind with his hands, he also retreated, and smiled wryly: "Oh, the good ones don't work, the bad ones, why didn't God hear me when I said we could have an early holiday."

The forensic doctor at the forensic center saw the police car and hurried over with people. The leader was Captain Fang's old classmate Qi Jun, nicknamed "Dead Face". The facial expression is no different from that of a corpse.At this moment, he sarcastically said: "Your criminal investigation team is not good enough to replace this new driver. If it is later, the deceased will decompose naturally."

Wen Hai bowed his head and bowed his hands to admit his mistake: "I'm sorry Director Qi, there is a traffic jam on the road."

No one knew the reason, Qi Jun just ate Wen Hai's dish, and after hearing his indifferent explanation, his face eased a lot, and he instructed: "The corpse is moderately corrupt, you have to wear it when you enter the scene." Gas mask."

Captain Fang, who didn't know why, grabbed Chai Fanwen, who was about to follow, and said curiously: "Xiao Chai, do you think Wen Hai has an appetite for that dead face? We have known each other for 30 years, and he has never treated me so well." face."

Chai Fanwen took a serious look at Wen Hai who was wearing a mask not far away. The man was afraid of the heat and stood under the shade of a tree. There was still a trace of sleepiness between his brows, but he was wearing a police uniform, his back was straight, and he inadvertently revealed Exuding a heroic spirit, it looks like a police academy admissions poster from a distance.He looked back at Captain Fang, who was beside him, and replied sincerely, "Face."

"..."

The body was found by a resident who was upstairs and downstairs to pick up the takeaway at noon yesterday. When the resident passed by the door of the deceased, he smelled a rancid smell. At first, he thought it was the takeaway in his hand. After smelling it, I found that the smell was too irritating, and it really didn't seem like the energy contained in that small box of takeaway. Finally, I confirmed the source of the smell through the security door of the deceased's house.But he didn't pay much attention to it, he only thought that something had gone bad in the deceased's house, and the family would definitely clean it up if it smelled so bad.Unexpectedly, the smell became more and more disgusting after a day, and several residents couldn't bear it. They went to the property management to complain.

Wen Hai stood at the door and watched from a distance as the technicians took pictures of the scene to prove the evidence, and also took close-ups of various parts of the deceased.The deceased was a young man of small stature. His face was so corrupted that he could not see his face clearly. His fingers were curled up in pain, and they were firmly locked in the cracks of the wooden floor. He showed a pitiful expression.

Many trainee police officers don't like to see such young corpses. Some are 21 or [-] years old, and they are just ready to show their strengths; Eleven, twelve, seven, the most innocent, flower-like age, I didn't expect it to be a dismal ending with flowers but no fruit.

"The time of death was about four days ago." Qi Jun raised his head and glanced at Wen Hai's face, "Why is his face so bad? Will your team leader give you extra money for working while sick?"

Wen Hai had the cheek to let him bury him without saying a word, leaned over and squatted next to the corpse, and gestured with his index finger and thumb for the wound on the neck of the deceased, "The knife edge is three centimeters, like a fruit knife or something, I'll go to the kitchen to have a look."

He just took a step back and was about to get up when his eyes fell on the edge of the big pool of blood.Several blood vessels in the neck of the deceased were severed, and the blood flowed all over the floor. A puddle of white powder was scattered on the hands of the deceased, most of which were dissolved by the blood, only scattered on the floor.Wen Hai was startled by the sudden familiarity. He carefully swept the powder together with a brush and sealed it in an evidence bag.

"What's going on?" Qi Jun saw Wen Hai's back to him, walked over and asked, "What did you find?"

Wen Hai thought for a moment, then asked: "Director Qi, can you now tell whether the deceased had received intravenous or intramuscular injection?"

Qi Jun shook his head: "The degree of corruption is too high to be seen with the naked eye. What's the problem?"

"The deceased may have taken drugs." Wen Hai glanced at the busy technicians and trace inspectors, and said uncertainly: "It's okay if it's just skating, if it's been stabbed..." He didn't dare to crow his mouth and swallowed his saliva. Closed.

"Everyone stop." Qi Jun stood up immediately, and ordered firmly, "Everyone, avoid contact with the blood of the deceased, and all retreat, Lin Zi, call the CDC to check whether the deceased has been registered .”

Wen Hai heaved a sigh of relief, and retreated with the rest of the investigators.He has been overtired these past few days, and he still has a bit of a cold, and he has been dizzy all the way.Chai Fanwen was visiting and investigating the relationship of the deceased just now, when he heard that there was a commotion at the scene of the crime, he rushed over and bumped into a drowsy Wenhai, packed him up and threw him back into the car.

Two hours later, the person from the CDC replied, and all the information was compared. The deceased was an AIDS patient. He was diagnosed with AIDS a year ago, and he resigned and disappeared within three days of the result. The CDC only has his information here, and no one has ever met him.

When the news reached the criminal investigation team, Wen Hai fell unconscious on the couch in the big office, and was hurriedly called into the office by Captain Fang. When he entered the door, he saw Qi Jun sitting there holding a cup of tea, looked at him and said with a smile : "Are you still asleep?"

Captain Fang was so frightened by his old classmate's sudden smile, he turned his head and said to Wen Hai, "You did a good job this time, and you really did a great job. If you didn't find out early, there would be a lot of trouble in the future."

Qi Jun followed suit: "You've saved my life. If I didn't check anything and went under the knife, I wouldn't be able to live a peaceful life for a month or two."

"You're being polite." Wen Hai coughed and looked out the window, only to realize that it was already dark.

"Okay, you've been very tired these days. Tang Qing and Xiao Chai are staying up late tonight to take care of this case. Go back to sleep first. The dark circles under your eyes are on your cheeks." Captain Fang knew that he, an old subordinate, had no hope. He said a beautiful scene, and sent people away with a few words, "You should also pay attention to your body, the boss is not young..."

When Wen Hai heard that the topic was going wrong, he immediately ran away with oil on his feet.

"Hey, mosquito, remember tomorrow..." Chai Fanwen saw a runaway Wen Hai flying downstairs, "Why are you in such a hurry?!"

Wen Hai's voice came from the first floor: "Pick up the child!"

"Child?!" Chai Fanwen yelled downstairs, "Your mother and girlfriend don't have children from anywhere?!"

At 53:[-], Wen Hai, who was pushing the speed limit line, waited for three red lights, and finally drove the car to the gate of No. [-] Middle School.

City No. [-] Middle School is a boarding school, and there are very few day students. At a glance, Bai Yunqi is carrying a bulging shoulder bag, standing alone at the school gate with his head down. Bamboo chopsticks, a few dead leaves fell at his feet, with the desolation of autumn.

Along the way, Bai Yunqi looked very happy, he didn't look like he stood for 10 minutes in a thin shirt in the bleak autumn wind. After getting off the car, he looked around Wenhai and said with a smile, "I don't usually see you wearing it. Passing through this body, I almost didn’t recognize it.”

Wen Hai usually wears a uniform to work in the morning, and changes into a T-shirt and shorts as soon as he gets home. Bai Yunqi has never seen him wearing jeans and a casual sweater. At this moment, this one is still wearing black-rimmed glasses, with the top of his head There are still a few tufts of messy hair, like a student who hasn't graduated from college.

"I came to the scene today, and my previous clothes were smelly." Wen Hai glanced at his schoolbag, "Why are you carrying so many books?"

He said that he took the shoulder bag that was nearly collapsed by the books, and he didn't know if he didn't take it. He almost thought that the kid stuffed three bricks into the bag, and frowned: "Your bag is not good, carry it on your back." Stretch your shoulders."

Bai Yunqi was going to grab the schoolbag first, but after the snatch failed, he followed Wen Hai to the house, and said casually, "I don't have any other bags."

Wen Hai glanced at the world-famous logo on the shoulder bag in his hand, and understood that this was another good thing his mother did, and thought that he would buy it only because he was a heartless person who could do such a thing for a Bo □□ child. Such a useless thing is used as a schoolbag for high school seniors.

"I'll take you to buy one after the National Day holiday." Wen Hai only carried it for a while before being strangled, so he secretly changed hands while Bo Yunqi lowered his head and kicked stones.

Bai Yunqi was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and the little spark of joy just burst out before he extinguished the fire, his whole heart sank suddenly.

It's almost October.

One month plus eleven days is a long time to think about, but it is nothing more than six weeks and one day less.For a total of 41 days, Bai Yunqi spent 35 days in the endless sea of ​​questions. It was a morning to bow and look up at the math exercise book, and another afternoon to bow and look up at the science and comprehensive set of papers. , Morning and night quietly wading under the background sound of English listening, in retrospect, except for the announcer's correct accent and "nine pounds and fifteen pence", there is no trace left.

I have to get out of here.Bai Yunqi said to himself in his heart, I can't bother Brother Wen anymore, he is so busy with work, I can't trouble him anymore.

But there is such a cluster of unwilling flames that are still unwilling to go out, dying and struggling in the boundless desolation.

What if I cause trouble to Brother Tong An again?What if Wen Hai doesn't think I'm a trouble?What if... what if?

It seems to be nothing.He is clumsy and can't please people, and he has no time to put it into practice to help people with housework. After less than a month of school, he made the teacher cry. Lost smile, can't lift hands, can't hold back shoulders, no source of income for the time being... It's a real trouble for a living body.

Bai Yunqi put his hands in the pockets of his jeans, and pinched his self-proclaimed amorous self through the fabric.

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