Ninety-third bowl of soup (eight)

According to the address given by Xiaoqian, Zhong Xun took Qinghuan to find the landlord of the place where the deceased Sun Runrun had rented.

This is a very obese woman, and because of this, she looks a little funny with her fine curly hair on her head, like a bowl of soaked instant noodles and snapped her head down. When Zhong Xun and Qing Huan found her, she was sitting at the door of the old three-story building spitting melon seeds, puffing up her shell. Seeing an old man coming with a charming little girl, he rolled his eyes: "I'm renting a house here, not a hotel. I'm trying to find the wrong place."

Zhong Xun showed his credentials: "Police."

The woman was taken aback, and quickly stood up: "Comrade police, this is a legal lease, and I haven't done any bad things!" Although she said that, her eyes kept looking at Qing Huan.

"Which room did Sun Runrun rent here before?"

The woman pointed to the first room on the left hand where the door entered. Zhong Xun took Qing Huan into it. When the door was pushed, both of them were stunned. Except for the bed, the table and the wardrobe, everything else was gone, and the whole was emptied.

The woman followed behind and explained: "She owes me three months of rent and hasn't paid her rent. These days, she called her desperately and didn't answer her calls. I threw her things out and changed the locks in a fit of anger."

"Throw it away?" Qing Huan turned to look at her and chuckled, "Not necessarily."

The woman was guilty for two seconds: "You, what do you mean?"

"Auntie, please give us Sun Runrun's things. Sun Runrun has an accident, and you keep her things. It is really easy for us to suspect that you saw Qian's eyes killing Sun Runrun." Qinghuan smiled, amiable.

Hearing that Sun Runrun was killed, the woman was so scared that she spilled a handful of melon seeds in her hand. She tremblingly asked, "Really, really? Sun Runrun...really dead??"

"What about things?"

The cheap-loving landlord lost only some worthless things, Sun Runrun's clothes, shoes and cosmetics bags, she received her house. Qing Huan took a look, there was not much, and she felt that Sun Runrun was not a lady whose eyes were open for money. So she asked the woman: "How much does Auntie know about Sun Runrun?"

Her voice is soft and sweet, and her attitude is excellent. It feels like a spring breeze. Even the sturdy middle-aged woman can't help but soften her voice: "She has lived here for two years. I treat her I don’t know how much she knows. She knows what she does. It’s not easy for a woman to live. Runrun’s hometown is poor, and there is a younger brother to support her. She pays the family money every month, and she has a tight life. You see Xiaoqian, who lives next door to her, bought so many brand-name bags and cosmetics, and only lived here when her prodigal was invisible. Runrun was saving money and was very digging out, so she was not willing to spend a dime on her."

Zhong Xun thinks what she said is the truth. Sun Runrun's skirts are all sexy, and should be used for "work", but the daily clothes are just a few sets of changes, shoes, bags and cosmetics are very cheap, and some are knockoffs. According to the hair salon proprietress and Xiao Qian, Sun Runrun is young and beautiful, and she has a lot of customers who like her. She has a good income, but the money is not spent. It should be sent home. The information says that she has a married age. younger brother.

"...And, little girl, let me tell you." The woman looked around, mysteriously approaching Qinghuan, "I heard that Runrun is short of money, do all dirty work, just give money , She does everything."

Qing Huan didn't respond to this, but Zhong Xun, who was hearing sensitive, came over and pulled her behind him, facing the woman with a cold face: "What nonsense are you talking about with a little girl!"

...Should I tell you something like gossip?

Qing Huan pulled off his sleeve and said it was okay, and thanked the woman.

Zhong Xun called the Forensic Department to collect, to see if he could find any clues from Sun Runrun's things. Before he left, he asked the woman who rented out: "Does Sun Runrun usually bring people back?"

"Bring. She is the same as Xiaoqian. If the guests refuse to pay to open the room, she will bring it back." The soundproofing effect of the house is poor and the sound can be heard on the third floor.

"Do you have any impression of the person she brought back last?"

The woman thought for a while: "I don't remember much."

Zhong Xun asked some more questions before leaving with Qinghuan.

Back in the forensic room, Meng Daxian was paralyzed on the sofa and watched cartoons with Meng Xingzhen’s cell phone. Zhong Xun asked and realized that he had sent another corpse when he ran the clues. It was a seven-year-old boy. Meng Xingzhen is undergoing an autopsy.

Zhong Xun frowned when he heard that it was a child. Meng Daxian's face was also not good-looking. When the deceased arrived, he saw a small group of children. It was strange. He didn't know that it was such a small child. When he carried it in, a policeman stumbled on his feet. Little arms, there is no good meat on the arms, the blue, purple and purple overlap, which makes people look very uncomfortable.

There is nothing more sad than the death of a child.

Seeing that Meng Xing was busy, Zhong Xun went back to the criminal investigation team for a meeting. He needed to sort out the clues together with the team members, and to see if he could find a breakthrough. Prostitutes and beggars are a high-risk group, especially unrelated people like Sun Runrun, because they are doing improper occupations, they don't even have a temporary residence permit, and they are killed. If it weren't for the body to be found, they would never be noticed.

For some people in this city, living is very difficult.

Sun Runrun is not a bad person. She has no academic qualifications and no special skills. She can't even speak Mandarin very well. In addition to her introverted personality, she is hard to find a job. In the end, she has no choice but to do this. But that's it. The money she made from selling her body every month did not spend it on herself in the end. She used a few dollars of lipstick, and the soles of high heels fell off and glued them together before continuing to wear them...Even if she did the wrong thing, she shouldn't be killed.

No matter what the reason.

The criminal investigation team had nothing to do with the meeting, so she watched cartoons with Meng Daxian until Meng Xing came out after a few minutes. He has always been a very funny and gentle person, but this time he was expressionless and his eyes were cold. This was not the first time he had dissected a child's body, but every time he felt it was a kind of delay.

Qing Huan read the autopsy report, his eyes drooped slightly, Meng Daxian almost guessed it, he didn't want to look at it.

The child suffered terrible sexual assault during his lifetime, and on more than one occasion, there was no good meat on his body, whip, knife, burn, bite mark, scratches... There were any injuries, and the cause of death was suffocation. The criminal seemed unscrupulous, he left evidence on the deceased without hesitation, as if he was sure he would not be caught.

This case has nothing to do with the murder of Sun Runrun, but the social impact is extremely bad, because the child’s parent is a teacher from a senior high school, and the child disappeared three days ago. He had already reported the case to the police station, but no one expected it. What they finally got was such a news.

Even though Qing Huan stayed in the forensic room, she heard heart-piercing crying from the hall.

When Zhong Xun came over, he scolded his mother. He had been a policeman for seven years, and he had seen any bastard. He was shamelessly proud and cruel... But he was still shocked by the shamelessness of Sun Runrun's family.

After contacting Sun Runrun’s family, it was Sun Runrun’s father who answered the phone. After informing them of Sun Runrun’s death, Sun Runrun’s father’s first sentence was: "What? What should I do? The two sons don’t have enough money to marry a wife!"

When the police said that they could come and take the body away, the old man actually slapped a sentence to death and the police dealt with it. Then he snapped and hung up the phone.

Zhong Xunqi's heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys all hurt.

Sometimes people are really not people, hard-hearted, even if they are related by blood.

Sun Runrun could only lie in the morgue, then he was cremated and sent to the cemetery.

Even if her parents and relatives abandon her, the righteous police and compassionate ascetics will grieve for her, find a murderer for her, and return her justice.

It's a pity that Sun Runrun's case hadn't had a clue, so another corpse was sent.

The dead were still young women, the cause of death was still a knife in the heart, and even the place where the body was found was still a garbage incinerator.

Is it a coincidence?

Zhong Xun never believed in coincidences in the world, especially after checking the identity of the deceased and confirming that she was also in the flesh and skin business.

He looked serious and said to the members of the criminal investigation team: "We met a serial killer."

A week has passed since Sun Runrun’s death, and a second corpse appeared with a short interval, indicating that the murderer’s emotions were basically out of control, especially the second corpse, although it was also killed by a knife in the heart, but passed by Meng Xingzhen. The autopsy revealed that the heart was fatally wounded, but before the knife was hit in the heart, the deceased was already scarred. The murderer seemed to be tired from the stabbing and finally gave the fatal blow.

Because of the previous accident, the workers in the garbage dump were very careful, so when the second deceased was found, except for some skin and flesh, the bones and most of the parts were intact. Thank God.

In this case, more clues can be found.

Meng Daxian actually wanted to leave. He really couldn't see dead people. It was too uncomfortable. He was supposed to be a living person. Now he is lying in the cold morgue. He can't speak or laugh, and he can't even avenge them himself. When he thought of this, he glanced at Huan: "Little girl, can you see their ghosts?"

Qing Huan shook his head: "People die like a lamp, and very few become ghosts. These people are ordinary when they are alive, and they are ordinary ghosts when they die. Wandering around, they don’t know anything, they die in a muddle. , Can’t even remember the events of his lifetime."

Zhong Xun listened and asked, "I saw Wang Fang that day."

"Oh." Qinghuan smiled at him, "I summoned it."