Ninety-third bowl of soup (3)

Upon hearing Zhong Xun's name, Qing Huan keenly noticed that the fat old man trembled twice, and even the pair of chins shook tremblingly. She showed a clear expression: "Have you been taught by Zhong Xun?"

Meng Daxian retorted with a guilty conscience: "How is it possible! Is this great immortal the kind of person who will be taught by the Maotou boy?! Then the boy knelt down and called me grandpa when he saw me, so scared!

"grandfather?"

The pork skewers in Meng Daxian's hand fell off the plate with a snap. He just ate two catties of spicy crayfish. The plate was full of oil and the clothes were immediately dirty, but he was not in the mood to care about it at the moment, but... slowly The ground, stiffly, like the slow motion of a movie, twisted his head over--

Zhong Xun's masculine and fierce face appeared in front of him, because he was injured during the mission, and there was a scar on Zhong Xun's left forehead to the corner of his left eye. It didn't look like a policeman, but like the boss. Meng Daxian's legs were soft in an instant: "Zhong Zhong Zhong Zhong Zhong..."

"So your name is Zhong Zhong Zhong Zhong Zhong Zhong?"

Meng Daxian is about to cry, this hapless boy, when are you still kidding? Didn’t you see that the old man was scared to pee? !

Zhong Xun moved to the empty seat next to them, almost two meters tall as an iron tower. In front of him, Qing Huan could be said to be very petite and slender.

"Are you hungry?" Qing Huan pushed the skewers in front of him towards Zhong Xun, "Eat first, and we'll talk after we finish."

Zhong Xun is indeed hungry. He had a huge appetite, so he ran around in the afternoon to investigate the case and didn't even drink any water, let alone eat. He picked up the ice beer next to him and took a few sips before the hot heat dissipated. He is not the kind of polite person. Qing Huan invited him. In addition, he was really hungry. Zhong Xun buried his head and began to eat. Qing Huan thought he might not be enough, so he ordered dozens of skewers and two cans of ice. beer.

But even if these were all in his stomach, it was only half full for Zhong Xun. During this period, Meng Daxian tried to escape many times, but was caught by Qing Huan. He sat on the stool as if he had greased his buttocks. He couldn't wait to get away right away, and he didn't want to eat at the same table with Zhong Xun at all. This stinky boy doesn't know how many times he has been arrested, and he has been seen at the scene of the murder again and again. Anyone who changes will find him very strange!

But he didn't dare to run. Qing Huan kept him on the one hand. On the other hand, he saw Zhong Xun's hand on the gun on his waist. It meant that he would shoot him when he dared to run.

It's really a bitter life. After so many years of exhaustion, he was not only robbed of business by a little girl, but also threatened and intimidated by a bandit. How could his life be so bitter? A fortune-telling person never shows himself to himself, otherwise he will definitely have a worse life. There is nothing more heartbreaking and disappointing than an established destiny that cannot be changed!

After finally eating and drinking, Zhong Xun took him out of the night market with Qing Huan-a fat old man and a little girl. Zhong Xun really picked up the crowd by carrying them, and took them to the nearby square seriously. On, this is the time when the nightlife begins. There are people in twos and threes on the square, but when Big Brother Zhong Xun comes out, they are all small citizens who are frightened by his domineering spirit. Where does he go and where is he clean? A fat old man and little girl were placed on the bench in front of the fountain in the square, with arms around their chests: "Go ahead."

"Tell me...what?" Meng Daxian was about to cry, "I'm just a weak and feeble old man, please let him go."

Weak and weak...The manhole cover was broken by your ass.

Zhong Xun glanced at him impatiently, and the weak and feeble old man was frightened and screamed, like a little quail hiding his head behind Qing Huan, "Don't kill me, don't kill me, I don't know anything—"

Zhong Xun: "..." Isn't he okay if he doesn't eat people?

In fact, when he ate roasted quail just now, a mouthful of white sharp teeth snapped up and down, and even the bones were bitten into dregs. The bite force was astonishingly comparable to that of wild beasts.

Qing Huan raised her hand: "Can I speak first?"

She was like a primary school student. Zhong Xun, who was unhappy because of the lack of a clue to the case, suddenly had an urge to laugh, but he resisted it, and solemnly approved: "Yes."

"Wang Fang was not killed."

Zhong Xun frowned immediately: "Want to lie to me again."

"What did I lie to you for?" Qing Huan wanted to rub his head for this big guy who didn't get into oil and salt, like a stupid dog. "Is there no forensic doctor in your bureau? There is no forensic department? As long as you conduct an autopsy and analyze the body, you can definitely draw a conclusion, right? Have you seen a person who died without any wounds and internal organs?"

"How do you know?" This is classified information, no one knows except for the criminal investigation team.

"I'm a fortune teller, how did you tell me?" Qing Huan's attitude was very sincere. "Not only that, I also know that the murderer will not stop, he will continue to commit crimes immediately."

Zhong Xun stared at Qing Huan for a few seconds, as if he was judging whether she was telling the truth or not. But the little girl’s eyes were clean and clear, without the slightest dirt. She stared at him like that, as if she had confidence in what she said. However, Zhong Xun did not believe in ghosts and gods. Such a person will never commit a crime only once. It is obviously a symbol of a serial killer. This can be inferred by anyone with common sense."

In other words, he still did not believe Qing Huan's words.

Meng Daxian muttered: "Look at you and see why business is difficult now, because there are too many people who disrespect ghosts and gods. Before the ghost festival was not allowed in the city to burn paper money... How can you say this? Is something wrong? If there are too many lonely souls and ghosts, there will be more problems. Of course, the living people will die more."

No matter how small his voice is, Zhong Xun, who has great ears, can hear him clearly. "Meng Xingchen, you have appeared at the scene of the crime several times, don't you think it's too coincidental? There is nothing to explain to me?" At first, I didn't think it, but I met him again and again in cases where he was not a murderer. Coincidentally, Zhong Xun thought that the fat old man was the murderer. However, judging from the size and depth of the footprints left by the murderer at the crime scene, the fat old man is not the murderer, and it is precisely this way that Zhong Xun didn't bother him.

"I'm passing by... simply passing by the crowd." Meng Daxian explained behind Qing Huan, "Who knew I was so unlucky. Every scene is on my way. I sometimes pick up business. Fortune-telling people don’t have to go everywhere."

Zhong Xun: "..." It's really easy to explain, he couldn't even refute it.

"That was it!" The fat old man suddenly became emboldened for some reason, "I was just passing by, but you are fine. Every time you see me and see something, you have to eat me! I am afraid! No? I'm just a weak old man!"

Qing Huan felt that she was about to be pushed out of the bench by the fat old man. She asked Zhong Xun, "Then since you don't believe me, what are you coming to do with me? I told you in the afternoon. When there is nowhere to go, I will wait for you in the same place."

Zhong Xun's expression was not very good. The young and old were all slippery and loach-like. They asked nothing and didn't answer anything, and they just went around the matter with a few twists and turns. "How did Wang Fang die?"

"You believe me?"

"I don't believe it," he added, "but it doesn't prevent me from seeking opinions from the masses."

Qinghuan: "..."

Meng Daxian began to think again and again: "Is it difficult to admit that this case is not easy to solve? You must have an attitude of begging when you come to ask for help. Now the police are like this. Like a forensic doctor, it is not a good thing... "

Hearing what forensic medicine he mentioned, Zhong Xun's eyes narrowed: "What is your relationship with Meng Xingzhen?"

"What does it matter? How could I know that kind of bastard."

The denial was too fast, full of flaws, and it made people believe that he knew him. In fact, when he first found this fat old man who always appeared at the murder scene, Zhong Xun felt weird when he saw his name-why is this old man so similar to the name of the forensic doctor in the bureau?

He asked the forensic doctor Meng Xingzhen, and his face was blank. Now it seems that the two people knew each other at all. If this were the case, it would not be surprising for them to learn about the death of the deceased. With Meng Xing resting on his head, it is very likely that they have seen the forensic report. "What's your relationship with him?"

"Forget the police comrades, I won't lie to you anymore." Meng Daxian said with a sad face, "Actually I am Grandpa Meng Xingzhen, he is my grandson."

Qing Huan's mood was very subtle since Zhong Xun said Meng Daxian's name. She had a bold idea...

Zhong Xun: "..." Very good, this kind of personality that likes ethics is also very similar, "Your names are so similar, obviously you belong to the same generation."

"Who is in the same generation as that stinky boy?! I am also his uncle at any rate! That stinky boy—" what he said!

Qinghuan helps the forehead, it's so easy to get ridiculous, so the fat old man himself should bear most of the responsibility when his life is so poor? People just said it casually, and he said everything.

"It turned out to be like this." Zhong Xun's expression was still tense. "Meng Xingzhen is a forensic doctor who returned from abroad, and an expert hired by the bureau. Why does it have something to do with a **** like you?"

Meng Daxian wanted to choke back, but the opponent was tall and strong and had a gun, so he didn't dare. "You care about us..."

Zhong Xun wanted to ask again, and Qing Huan tugged at his sleeve: "Do you really want to know how Wang Fang died? At least, the cause of death that cannot be explained by science?"

After listening to her, Zhong Xun remembered that after Meng Xingzhen’s autopsy, he seemed to hesitate to say something. Maybe at that time the forensic doctor discovered something was wrong, but he couldn’t analyze it from a scientific point of view. In addition, he didn’t believe in ghosts and gods, so he didn’t do anything. Did not say.

He thought for a while, then picked up the old one again: "It's true, you'll know it after seeing a forensic doctor."