Ninety-third bowl of soup (7)

It's three o'clock in the morning.

Meng Xingzhen recovered from work and saw the little girl sitting on the table shaking her legs from time to time and asked: "Aren't you afraid, little girl?"

Qing Huan shook his head: "It's fun to watch your work."

A pile of broken bones was more shattered than a chicken paw that had been gnawed, but the young man in front of him was stunned to piece it together little by little, and finally showed a hand. If this hand doesn't have too many cracks, it can really be called perfect.

I don’t know why, if other women look at him intently like this, Meng Xingzhen will definitely think that the other person is interesting to him, but when Qinghuan looks at him this way, although it is very inappropriate, even though he knows that he is just a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy. Girl, but... Meng Xingzhen always felt that the other's eyes were very loving.

Really, just like his master saw him.

"I thought little girls of your age would be scared." He laughed as if thinking of something. "My master’s apprentice, that is, my elder sister, learned the art of Feng Shui. It can be said that I know astronomy and geography. I know everything, but when I came to see me for the first time, I was right. After the post-mortem, she was scared enough to see it and never came again. You look so small, but you are not afraid at all."

Girls are really amazing.

Qing Huan smiled and asked him: "Why don't you call me by name, you always call me a little girl? So does Meng Daxian, don't you remember my name?"

"Of course not." Meng Xingzhen showed an apologetic look, "It's just that your name... is the same as one of our elders. I always feel disrespectful when I call it out."

"Elder? What elder?"

"I think you are very capable, even better than my uncle, you should come from a famous school?" Meng Xingzhen finished his hands and went to fight the pile of broken limbs. Because the machine was turned off in time, the rest of the body was finally found, but it was a pity that after violent squeezing, coupled with the sharp metal, the corpse became scattered, and there was only one eyeball and ear missing. Later, Zhong Xun was still looking through the trash with someone.

He lifted the glove up and continued: "Although ordinary people know nothing about us, they all know each other. No one has forgotten the things left by our ancestors. Our surname is Meng, Chengxing. Words, you should know where we came from."

"Po Meng is in the same vein, right?"

"Yes." Meng Xingzhen smiled apologetically to her, "Your name is the same as our ancestor in Po Meng's line. This is really hard to name. Please bear with me."

Qing Huan nodded: "Whatever you call it, it's just that I have been by this name for a long time."

Meng Xingzhen felt that she was still childish in her speech. She was obviously at a young age. How did she know that her old man had said it for a long time, it was really "a long time".

Meng Daxian snored on the sofa outside, sleeping like a pig. Qinghuan covered her mouth and yawned, "I won't disturb your work anymore, I'll go to bed for a while."

She had to wait for Zhong Xun to come back, that person had what she needed. Therefore, she will not leave in a short time. It is estimated that Meng Daxian will have to stay with her nephew. After all, the money his old man made this month is not enough to pay the rent. Fortunately, she is an old bachelor. Even the fortune-telling booth is not afraid of being driven out by the landlord.

But she has to have a name to stay.

Zhong Xun didn't come back until dawn. He was in good health. He didn't change his face after two nights, but his chin and temples had a blue circle. When he entered the forensic room, he was still carrying breakfast for four people. After the autopsy, Meng Xingzhen lay down on the table and took a nap, and when he heard him coming, he handed over the autopsy report. Zhong Xun first put his breakfast on the table and took a bite of a steamed bun. "The cause of death was the knife in the heart?"

"Yes, although there are other wounds on the body, they are all caused by handling and squeezing. There is only one real fatal injury, which is the knife in the heart." Meng Xingzhen took a wet towel and wiped his face. , Killed by a single blow."

"Has the facial restoration done?" Zhong Xun asked, "I'll check her identity."

"I knew you would say that. I've found it out for you." Meng Xing pillow lost a few more pieces of paper. "Judging by the degree of tooth wear and the size of the pelvis, the deceased was a female, probably around 23 years old. She has never had children and has frequent **** lives. I have extracted **** from at least five men from her mouth and body. She did a manicure, and although only a few of them fell off, the ingredients of lipstick and eyeliner were also tested on her face. But they are all of inferior quality. In other words, the deceased loves beauty very much, but she is relatively short on money. She was stripped and discarded without any documents, but I think she should be a young lady."

"So I retrieved my fingerprints after performing facial restoration, and I searched it in the system, and I found someone soon."

Zhong Xun held the buns in his mouth and looked through the documents, "No one reported missing. This woman spent at least three or four days in the garbage dump to become like this. It was hot and many evidences were damaged."

"Who would help her report this identity?" Meng Xingzhen saw Qing Huan sit up from the sofa, and went to help her: "Would you like breakfast? Team Zhong bought steamed buns, fried dough sticks and porridge."

After reading the personal information of the deceased, Zhong Xun frowned: "Fortunately, she was caught by the anti-pornography team before. Otherwise, she didn't register her fingerprint and left her fingerprints. How can we find the needle in a haystack." Especially for those who entered the city from a remote country. The relatives and friends who have taken refuge in do business with a pseudonym. If the body were not found, no one would have realized that she was missing.

"In short, you must first go to the place where she lives, and then ask the colleagues who have a close relationship with her. It is best to find contact information with her family in the place where she lives. After the autopsy is completed, the family can be taken back. "Meng Xingzhen said.

"Row."

After Qinghuan came out of washing, Meng Xingzhen handed her a cup of porridge. Seeing that she said thank you and took a sip, she couldn't help but smile: "The little girl looks like she didn't grow up."

Qing Huan is used to this appearance, but who knows that she is really not a little girl?

Zhong Xun took the report and was about to leave. He suddenly remembered something and asked, "Could it... this has something to do with that kind of thing again?"

"That kind of thing?" I don't understand Meng Xingzhen, "What are you talking about, Team Zhong, what is ‘that kind of thing’?"

Zhong Xun: "..." I want to beat him up.

"No, don't worry." Qinghuan kindly calmed him, "Don't be afraid."

Don’t be afraid to be comforted by a charming little girl. Zhong Xun’s face is weird and he hurries away. He can’t be serious and cold in front of the little girl now, because the other party has seen him fainted by ghosts. He was scared to death at the time, and he would pretend not to care, pretend to be forced before talking!

Qing Huan wiped her mouth: "I'll go with Team Zhong."

After talking and chasing it out, Meng Xingzhen wanted to ask her to eat a few more steamed buns, otherwise it would be a waste to let Shishu eat the rest!

When Zhong Xun heard footsteps behind him, he turned around and saw Qinghuan: "Why did you follow?"

"Can I go to the scene with you?"

"...What are your little girls running around with me for?" Zhong Xun immediately refused, "Don't you need to go to school?"

"You know at a glance, how many people in our business can go to school?"

This sounded weird, because a policewoman passing by them gave Huan a weird look.

Zhong Xun asked: "Aren't you afraid?"

"Not afraid." She hadn't seen anything, the group of ghosts in the Wangchuan River, if Zhong Xun saw it, would they be scared to death? "Let me follow you. The time will not be too long. Don't worry, the leader will not trouble you. And I am by your side. I can remind you as soon as there is something wrong with you. You have forgotten my skills. Yet?"

That's right, but... "The place I'm going is not suitable for underage girls."

Qing Huan: "...I just look small." I regret it, is it too late to become a young and strong man?

Zhong Xun couldn't help her, and finally brought a small oil bottle to look for clues.

Runfeng Street is the largest red light district in City K. It was checked and closed, but the wildfires could not be burned enough, and the spring breeze blew again. When the crackdown was severe, everyone was honest, and the limelight came out again after the storm. Zhong Xun drove an ordinary black car, and Qing Huan took a photo in his hand.

The deceased was Sun Runrun, 24 years old, from XX Village, XX Township, XX County, H City. He was notoriously poor and remote and graduated from junior high school. The woman in the photo wears heavy makeup, curls her hair, wears exaggerated big earrings, and has a rose tattoo on her shoulder and neck. She is a very beautiful woman.

Comrade Zhong Xun was so terrible that no one would dare not answer his questions, especially after he knew he was a policeman. At first there was a middle-aged woman who thought he was here for fun. Who is opening a shop now? Seeing Qing Huan's eyes still bright, as if looking for a job for Qing Huan, Zhong Xun stared back.

"Do you know this woman?"

I have asked more than a dozen family bosses, and none of them knew him.

This street is too long and too long, there are too many people, who knows who.

Fortunately, this middle-aged woman really knew: "Isn't this Runrun? She hasn't come to work for several days, why, she died?"

"Correct."

The middle-aged woman was shocked: "I just said it casually! She, she really died??"

"Yeah." Zhong Xun frowned, making him look even more scary. "Do you know where she lives?"

"No, no, no, I don't know. But there is a co-rented with her in my store, I, I call her over, you can ask her." The middle-aged woman hurriedly shouted, "Xiaoqian! Xiaoqian!"

A woman with short burgundy hair and a short skirt came out, her eyes sleepy: "What are you doing?"

"Aren't you renting with Sun Runrun? Where do you live?"

"Don't mention it." The woman waved irritably, "The day before yesterday was the day to pay the rent. I couldn't get through when I called her. The landlord said that her room was no longer rented and everything was thrown away! I don't know where I died, okay. I haven't seen anyone for a few days, so shouldn't I meet a rich person? It's so unkind. How can I tell my sister?

She said like a cannon, without being able to intervene.