Jiang He was certain that a body must have been buried here, but now the body is indeed gone. When a person dies for a period of time, the blood in the body stops flowing, and because of gravity, it falls to the lower part of the body, forming corpse spots. Blood will no longer come out of the wound, so moving the body afterwards will not leave blood trails on the road.

Naturally, the corpse will not climb out of the soil and walk away by itself, so there are only two possibilities.

First, this person was not dead at all. He may have just fallen into a coma. As a result, Li Dabiao thought he was dead, so he lightly buried him here, ready to deliver it back and deal with the body. But Li Dabiao didn't expect him to climb out of the shallow soil and leave by himself.

Second, the man is indeed dead. After Li Dabiao delivered the goods, he felt that it was not safe to bury the body there, so he dug up the body and moved it to another place.

These were the two most probable possibilities. In Jiang He's mind, the first possibility accounted for 30%, and the second possibility accounted for 50%.

The rest of the people still haven't recovered from the babbling words of Old Wei Tou.

Yuan Jun looked at the direction Old Weitou was leaving, and couldn't help but say, "I think there must be something wrong with this old Weitou. He is not a good person when he starts talking all day."

Yuan Jun's words were approved by Jiang He. He said, "I think so too. This old Wei head is hiding something, but I still don't know what it is."

Shao Lao said to everyone: "Look for it."

The crowd began to look for the tree, the tree that might have the blood bag hanging there. But everyone also knows that this is not an easy task. The murderer probably took the blood bag before leaving. Even if there was blood on the ground, it would be difficult to find it on such a dark night.

Jiang He felt that the probability of finding the blood bag was only ten percent, even though Zhai Qiang had already told everyone the exact location of the tree in great detail.

But what Jiang He didn't expect was that after a while, he heard Xu Yiman say, "I found it!"

The light of several flashlights shone on it, and I saw a blood bag hanging on a piece of bark protruding from a tree trunk. Judging from the gloss, it should be made of polypropylene, and the volume is also marked on the outside of the blood bag. Below the blood bag, there are two tubes, one is slender and the other is shorter, the slender tube also has a gear drip speed adjuster, and the bottom end is a needle.

There is still a quarter of the blood in the blood bag that is not used up, the regulator is stuck and the blood will not flow out.

"Just hang here?" Yuan Jun looked at the blood bag and said, "Aren't you afraid of being discovered?"

Jiang He was also puzzled in his heart. The blood bag was not large, and it was easy to put it in the bag containing the internal organs. Why did the murderer do this? And how did the murderer choose who to kill? Why did he choose to do it here?

"Are there any anesthetic ingredients detected in Zhu Liang's body?" Jiang He said to Xu Yiman.

Xu Yiman was looking at the blood bag while wearing gloves at the moment. Hearing Jiang He's words, Xu Yiman nodded: "It has anesthetic ingredients, injection type. I guess the murderer should have injected it into Zhu Liang's neck with a syringe. Anesthesia, and then brought it here for the removal of human internal organs, and at the same time, he is here to transfuse Zhu Liang."

With that said, Xu Yiman took down the blood bag. Since the gear governor was stuck, the blood would not flow down. Holding the blood bag, she said: "This blood bag is a professional medical blood bag, plus the murderer's familiarity with human organs and syringes, this person is likely to be a doctor."

"Doctor?" Yuan Jun asked.

Xu Yiman carefully put away the needle, and said to Yuan Jun: "Yes, even if he is not a doctor, he must be someone who has access to medical waste. If he is a doctor or someone who works in a hospital, he can naturally get it. This kind of stuff. If this isn't new, then this is medical waste."

"Because most of the waste in hospitals is covered with bacteria or viruses, if not handled properly, it may cause the spread of viruses or even plagues. For this reason, the medical waste generated by hospitals will be specially handled by professional institutions." Xu Yiman explained: "If this person is a worker who handles medical waste, these things may be medical waste."

"But this needs to go back and have a good test." Xu Yiman said, he has already received this thing in his forensic toolbox.

"Doctor." Jiang He closed his eyes, thinking about the nearest hospital: "Longcheng Specialized Hospital, it's the closest to here."

Shao Lao nodded and said to Guan Deng: "Guan Deng, let Captain Liu go check it out."

Guandon nodded.

Mr. Shao continued: "I have a doubt. Zhai Qiang saw the murderer. If the murderer was exposed and ran away, then it can be explained that he didn't have time to clean up the blood bag on the tree. But if he can't even take the blood bag in time, then the corpse will be even worse. If it wasn't for the murderer hiding the body, who put Zhu Liang's body in the funeral home?"

No one can answer this question.

This is also Jiang He's doubt. Who carried the body away, and why was it hidden in the crematorium? Before Jiang He thought it was sent by the murderer, but after listening to Zhai Qiang's words, Jiang He also felt that it was not the murderer who hid the body in the crematorium, but someone else.

"Old Weitou?" Jiang He said.

"No." Yuan Jun said decisively at this time: "Looking at the way Old Weitou walks, he is almost unable to stand still, how can he leave with the body."

"No." Jiang He shook his head and said, "I don't know if you noticed a detail just now. When Old Weitou didn't see us, he walked straight and the fireball came erratically and quickly, but he When he left, he was hunched over, and the fireball slowly drifted away."

After hearing Jiang He's words, everyone came back to their senses. After thinking about it carefully, it seemed that was indeed the case.

Shao Lao held the tree and said slowly: "Until things are clear, don't startle the snake. Even if Lao Weitou does something, he will not look like he is running away. The clues we found are still too many. Less, the most urgent task is to find more clues."

While he was talking, Shao Lao's cell phone rang.

It was probably around ten o'clock at night, but it wasn't too late. Mr. Shao picked up the phone, only to find out that it was the call from Director Wang, Mr. Shao said directly, "We're just around here, just wait. , we'll go to the sponge factory right now."

Yuan Jun drove several people to the sponge factory.

In the car, Yuan Jun asked, "Why did Director Wang call you?"

"The thing about Zhu Liang..."

Within a few minutes, the car drove into the sponge factory. Naturally, the sponge factory was no longer working at this moment, and most of the lights in the factory were turned off, leaving only a few lights in the dormitory building. Although the work of the sponge factory is relatively easy, it is still physical work. The female workers are tired all day, and most of them go to bed early.

Director Wang waited for everyone at the back door and welcomed them in.

"What's the matter?" Shao Lao got out of the car, looked at Director Wang and asked.

Director Wang pointed to a room that was still lit in the dormitory building and said, "Go in and have a look. Sister Ma said she found something about Zhu Liang."

Several people followed Director Wang into the dormitory, and from time to time they came to the second floor, the dormitory where Zhu Liang used to be. Four people could live in a dormitory. Unfortunately, Zhu Liang was killed. Only three people were left to live here. None of the three people in the room slept. Apart from Sister Ma, there were also two women in their forties.

"What's going on?" Shao Lao asked straight to the point.

Sister Ma said: "This matter is unusual. Isn't Zhu Liang killed? We have to pack up for Zhu Liang so that someone from the family can take it directly. As a result, we found a Diezi love letter, it looks like someone is chasing this little girl."

Shao Lao nodded, a little puzzled: "Isn't this a normal thing? The little girl is only in her twenties, and it is the age when you should fall in love. Isn't it normal to have a young man chasing?"

But Sister Ma shook her head: "What you said makes sense, but this matter is not that simple. If you don't believe it, you will know by reading these love letters yourself."

Saying that, Sister Ma handed Shao Lao a pile of paper.

Mr. Shao took these papers, and only then did he see that these papers were all torn from the book, and there were still torn marks on the edges and corners. Some of these papers had turned yellow, and it seemed that they had been torn off for a while. Yes, but in this day and age, there are still people writing love letters on paper, which is indeed a bit retro.

"I've sorted out the dates." Sister Ma said, "You can just read it in this order."

Shao Lao nodded, and while watching, handed what he had seen to the others.

"Zhu Liang, I never thought I'd meet you in Longcheng. Do you remember me? I'm Yang Zhikui. I've always liked you since junior high school. Can you be my girlfriend?"

"Zhu Liang, why don't you reply to me? I remember you said in junior high school that the most romantic thing you can think of is that someone can write to you, one letter a day. Haha, I don't know if you still remember. I said what I said. Zhu Liang, I like you, especially you."

"Zhu Liang..."

These letters are still normal, most of them are Yang Zhikui telling what happened today, or how much he loves Zhu Liang.

But the next one was a little different.

"Today is really a bad day. I was distracted while repairing the car. I accidentally pinched my hand and bleed a lot. When I wrote you a letter, I bleed a lot, did you see it? I painted you a picture with my blood."

There are many bloodstains on this piece of paper, which have been painted into a few red flowers by hand.

When he saw the last letter, Shao Lao's expression changed.