Lin Shuyue left halfway through her meal. She returned to her room, turned on her computer and checked the local forum. The poster had said during the day that he wanted to go exploring with others. The people at the entrance of the funeral home had already gathered at around eight o'clock. They had planned to gather at the entrance of the funeral home, get to know some people, and then come back to explore at twelve o'clock. However, after looking around the entrance of the funeral home, they found that there was no place to enter.
They entered from the cemetery on the back mountain, and found that the gravekeeper, Old Wang, was already dead. His eyes were wide open and his facial expression was extremely terrified, as if he had seen something terrible that terrified him.
Several young explorers were horrified when they saw this scene and quickly called the police. But before the police arrived, a young man who was carrying a laptop and ready to update the forum at any time posted the incident online.
Lin Shuyue happened to see this incident and immediately called Hang Jiabai.
Hang Jiabai glanced at Dr. Fu in front of him, thanked him politely, then turned and walked towards the cemetery.
After they left, the smile on Dr. Fu's face fell. He took out his cell phone, lowered his eyes for a while, and when he raised them again, his face was full of indifference.
•••••
When Hang Jiabai arrived at the cemetery, people from the Beijiao Police Station had just arrived. Two murders had occurred at the Baixun Funeral Home within one day, which made him very angry.
Lin Shuyue also came, but as a reporter, she was stopped outside the cordon. She could only take a photo of the deceased from a distance. Lin Shuyue knew that this was the normal procedure of the Public Security Bureau, so she stood outside the cordon and watched. Hang Jiabai nodded at her, and then walked towards the director of the Beijiao Police Station. The two met, and Hang Jiabai walked while asking about the situation of Lao Wangtou. Lin Shuyue stayed far away, listening to them and looking at the surrounding environment.
The cemetery is right next to the funeral home. A little bit up the hill from below is the cemetery management office where the deceased, Lao Wang, lived. Because it is night now, it is dark everywhere, making the tombstones not far away even more eerie.
Even though it was not far from the foot of the mountain, the temperature on the mountain was cooler than that at the foot of the mountain. Beside Lin Shuyue were a few people who had come to see the funeral home. They had been questioned by the police, but they could not leave yet. Hang Jiabai and the others would question them again later.
At this moment, they gathered together and had a heated discussion about what had just happened. Lin Shuyue listened quietly. They would talk to Lin Shuyue from time to time, and they were obviously very curious about her identity as a reporter.
Lin Shuyue replied while watching what was happening over there with Hang Jiabai.
After hearing Hang Jiabai's question, the director of the Beijiao Police Station said, "We checked and found that his cause of death was the same as Ran Kangshun's. Both died of cardiac arrest."
"What about the scene? Are there any signs of a fight?" Ran Kangshun's cause of death was cardiac arrest, but the autopsy showed that he died from a large amount of air in his arteries.
Same place, same method of death, Hang Jiabai didn't believe it was a coincidence.
They originally thought that the murderer was Long Jingyi, but Long Jingyi was staying at the Public Security Bureau. Later, they thought that Dr. Fu was a suspect, and they ended up being Dr. Fu's alibi.
The whole case is confusing.
The director of the funeral home came to the cemetery at this time. Compared with the calmness on his face at noon, he was completely different now.
If Ran Kangshun died alone, he would not care. Ran Kangshun liked to drink. He usually had a drink in his hand when he was working the night shift. It was possible that he would die suddenly after drinking too much. He had been running the funeral home for so long. What kind of death had he not seen?
The director was calm. In the afternoon, he accompanied the police to walk around the funeral home. Although he didn't say anything, he felt that these police were just too bored to do anything and wanted to take care of everything.
As a result, just after lunch, he was about to go out and relax, when he received a call from the Public Security Bureau. Ran Kangshun was really killed. Before he could get over the news, the call from the Public Security Bureau came, saying that Old Wang in the cemetery had died.
Who is Lao Wang? He is the director's uncle! He wants to start a business, so he gave all his assets to him and even sold the family's land to help his uncle!
Before he even saw Old Wang's body, the curator started crying.
Hang Jiabai and others have already surveyed the scene. Old Wang was killed while lying on his bed listening to the radio. Hang Jiabai found a tiny pinhole in his brain, which was exactly the same as the one on Ran Shunkang's body.
He waited until the director finished crying before asking him. The director was very sad, but still shed tears and told him about Old Wang's social relationships. His uncle usually liked to drink a little wine and listen to Cantonese opera. He rarely interacted with people. All the food and drinks were brought to him by the director, his nephew. The last time he went down the mountain was during the Mid-Autumn Festival.
He also had a dog, but the dog had been killed behind the house.
The curator cried even more sadly.
Hang Jiabai asked him, "Wu Rong, where is the other cremator in your funeral home?"
There are two crematoriums in the funeral home, one is the deceased Ran Kangshun, and the other is in the employee display area, named Wu Liang. From his name, you can see that he is Wu Rong's brother, but it is hard to say whether they are real brothers or cousins.
Director Wu paused for a moment, then said, "Something happened at home, so he took a week off. He won't be back until the day after tomorrow."
Hang Jiabai seemed to be just asking, and quickly changed the subject. He asked about Old Wang's recent health condition.
Director Wu is the filial grandson of Old Wang, and he really knows: "He has been feeling unwell recently, and his old cold legs have recurred. He went to Beijiao Hospital to get some medicine to take. Doctor Fu said that his leg injury is very serious, and he needs to take acupuncture while taking medicine, so he recommended a Chinese medicine doctor to us. He said that this Chinese medicine doctor is his senior brother, and his medical skills are very good."
"After trying it for a week, my uncle said his legs didn't hurt as much, so we kept treating him. Now, Dr. He, Dr. Fu's senior brother, comes to give my uncle acupuncture once a week."
After he finished speaking, Hang Jiabai asked, "Come here to give your uncle acupuncture?"
"Yes, my uncle doesn't like to go down the mountain, so I told Doctor He that I would pay him a little more and he would come here directly to give my uncle acupuncture." After Director Wu finished speaking, he asked, "Officer Hang, is there anything wrong with this Doctor He?"
"I don't know yet. Do you know where his address is?"
"I know, I know." Director Wu told Dr. He's address.
At this time, the forensic doctor arrived and they carried the body of Old Wang down the mountain and transported it back. Director Wu did not stop them. He wanted to catch the murderer who killed his uncle more than anyone else.
But at the same time, he felt a little uneasy, but he soon calmed down. After all, what he did was perfect, so how could others know it easily?
After going down the mountain, Hang Jiabai asked Jiangzhou to check on Wu Liang's whereabouts, while he himself decided to check on Dr. He.
Jiangzhou glanced at Lin Shuyue, winked at Hang Jiabai, and then followed his colleague.
Hang Jiabai came by car. He walked towards Lin Shuyue and asked, "Why are you still out so late?"
It's already past nine o'clock, and the resort funeral home is a bit remote. Compared with the city, there are not many people on the main streets now.
Lin Shuyue shook the camera in her hand: "I'm a reporter. How can I not follow this exclusive news?"
Hang Jiabai also smiled: "Okay, reporter Lin, do you need to interview me?"
Lin Shuyue looked up at Hang Jiabai. Under the dim light, Hang Jiabai's face seemed to be cast in a shadow, or coated with a layer of yellow light. His handsome face, with his sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, made Lin Shuyue subconsciously avoid him.
She coughed. "I wish for it."
The two were in no hurry to leave, so they stood there and started chatting. Lin Shuyue naturally asked about Hang Jiabai's opinion on the case. Once they got down to business, the momentary charm that had just arisen between them immediately disappeared without a trace.
Just as the two exchanged information, the door next to the funeral home opened, and an aunt came out with a bucket of garbage in her hand, squinting at Lin Shuyue and Hang Jiabai. Lin Shuyue took the initiative to call her. The aunt put down the bucket and walked towards her.
She had just heard the sirens coming from outside, but it was late at night and she really didn't dare to get up to watch the fun. Now that she saw Lin Shuyue, she felt like she had seen a closest person, and she took Lin Shuyue's hand and started chatting.
Lin Shuyue told her that Old Wang had been murdered in the mountain. The aunt was shocked and slapped her thigh.
"This old man Wang has a very strange personality. When he first came here, he worked as a cremator. When he was not busy, he would pull a stool and sit at the door, staring at people passing by, especially at young girls, with lustful eyes. At that time, we said that this old man Wang would be beaten sooner or later."
"Not long after, he was beaten up and his leg was broken because he kept looking at a pretty girl and her boyfriend saw him. The boy was very aggressive and beat him up. After his leg injury healed, he went up to the mountain to guard the graves. Ran Kangshun became a cremator."
Lin Shuyue and Hang Jiabai looked at each other. If before this, they had a 70% guess that something was wrong behind this funeral home, now it has reached 90%. The remaining 10% is to verify it.
Lin Shuyue asked her aunt, "Aunt, what happened next? Where did the couple go?"
The aunt thought for a moment and said, "They must have resigned and returned home. Anyway, the young couple left not long after this incident."
Lin Shuyue couldn't help but clench her hands. The aunt didn't notice Lin Shuyue's loss of composure. Her eyes were now on Hang Jiabai. She had recognized this young man as the handsome policeman during the day. She looked at Hang Jiabai.
"Police comrade, everyone says that Ran Kangshun was murdered. Is it true or false?"
"True."
The aunt slapped her thigh again, making a snapping sound. "I was wondering, how could someone die for no reason? The day before yesterday, I went to the hospital to get blood pressure medicine for my old man, and I saw him getting an injection."
Hang Jiabai frowned: "Auntie, was it Doctor Fu who gave him the injection?"
"Yes, yes. There aren't many doctors in Beijiao Hospital. Most of the time we go to him for treatment for any illness we have."
Hang Jiabai wanted to leave immediately, but Lin Shuyue pulled his arm and said, "Auntie, the funeral home you mentioned has to go out to take things out at night from time to time. How often does it happen?"
The aunt really hadn't written it down, but after thinking about it, she said, "I really didn't write it down, but every time someone came to the funeral home, they had to go out once at night."
All of a sudden, not only Lin Shuyue, but even Hang Jiabai began to feel their scalp tingling.
The people who come to the funeral home are old and young, male and female. Every time someone comes, they have to go out. Every time! What does this show? It shows that no matter whether they are old or young, male or female, they are all useful in the eyes of these people in the funeral home.
Let's not talk about children and women, what use are men and old people? To sell organs, they need to be alive. After a person dies, their organs are no longer useful! So what is there remaining on them?
It's meat! Human flesh!
The two thanked the aunt, said goodbye to them, and got into Hang Jiabai's car together. Hang Jiabai drove straight to Beijiao Hospital.
In the car, Hang Jiabai called the police station chief who had just left and asked them for support and to keep a close eye on the rest of the staff at the funeral home.
After hanging up the phone, he drove quickly and soon arrived at Beijiao Hospital, but Dr. Fu was no longer there. He asked the person in charge and found out that Dr. Fu had just asked for leave an hour ago.
They did not go to Dr. Fu's residence, as Dr. Fu must not be there at the moment.
Hang Jiabai immediately thought of the doctor named He. According to Director Wu, his clinic was near the Beijiao Hospital. The two drove all the way there, but when they arrived, the door of the clinic was closed and there was no light at all.
The two asked their neighbor who ran a convenience store nearby.
A neighbor of the convenience store said: "He just got into a white car and left. He left in a hurry. He had just finished buying from me and didn't even take the cigarettes."
Hang Jiabai immediately called the traffic police to check the white car that appeared on the road nearby within an hour. At the same time, he drove in the direction pointed by the convenience store owner.
The two of them were wandering around like headless flies. When they turned to a section of road, two points with a good and evil value of 30% appeared in Lin Shuyue's radar range and flashed by. The roar of a motorcycle was heard in their ears.
Lin Shuyue looked and saw only the exhaust fumes from a motorcycle and two people sitting on it.
Lin Shuyue felt that this was not such a coincidence, so she pointed to the road and said, "Someone just passed by on a motorcycle. It looked like Doctor Fu."
Hang Jiabai took a look, believed her judgment, and immediately turned the car around and rushed over.
Four wheels are always faster than two wheels. They were getting closer and closer to the two figures on the motorcycle. Seeing them chasing them, the motorcyclists did not slow down, but drove faster and faster. Lin Shuyue met the eyes that was looking at them in the rearview mirror of the motorcycle. Lin Shuyue had seen that kind of eyes many times.
In the eyes of her mother and father in her previous life, in the eyes of countless police uncles and aunts, and in the eyes of her teachers and instructors in school after she went to college.
Old Lin from Lin Shuyue's family once told the young Lin Shuyue that that kind of look has the same name, which is determination.
The motorcycle turned a corner and drove in from the side road beside the main road. It is not as convenient for a large vehicle to turn as a motorcycle. When Lin Shuyue and the others turned the corner, their figures were already far away.
Hang Jiabai looked at the road ahead with sharp eyes and said in a deep voice: "This is the road to Kaixin Industrial Park."
Kaixin Industrial Park is a development zone in Pengcheng. In this industrial park, there are factories of all sizes, from large electronics factories with tens of thousands of employees to small workshops with only three or five people.
Because it is far from the city, not many people come here usually. Similarly, the living facilities here are quite developed, and generally speaking, the workers here rarely go to the city.
Lin Shuyue's eyes fell on the two people in front of her: "Ah Bai, what kind of hatred and resentment do you think made them come here so desperately?"
Hang Jiabai said: "Didn't you guess it?"
Lin Shuyue covered her eyes and suddenly felt very uncomfortable.
Hang Jiabai did not slow down.
Ten minutes later, they saw Dr. Fu and Dr. He's motorcycle at a barbecued pork buns shop on the side of the road. Hang Jiabai stopped the car and ran towards the barbecued pork buns shop.
There were not many people in the barbecued pork buns shop. When they arrived, the owner of the shop had already fallen to the ground. Doctor Fu, who was wearing a helmet, was holding a scalpel in his hand. Another doctor, Doctor He, came out from the kitchen. He also had a scalpel in his hand, and blood was still dripping down.
Hang Jiabai took out his gun and said, "He Hai, Fu Yanqing, put down your weapons and raise your hands."
The two men threw the knives in their hands to the ground and raised their hands obediently.
Hang Jiabai didn't move his hand holding the gun. He said to Lin Shuyue, "Ah Yue, take the handcuffs out of my pocket and handcuff them both."
Lin Shuyue reached out, took out handcuffs from Hang Jiabai's trouser pocket and walked towards Doctor Fu and Doctor He. They reached out to Lin Shuyue, and a pair of handcuffs handcuffed them both together.
Hang Jiabai put down his gun. His phone rang. He picked it up and pressed the speakerphone: "Captain Hang, the forensic doctor has extracted human flesh residue from Old Wang's stomach."