C2 (1/2)

He said I had deliberately killed him, and this was not just a random kowtow. He immediately retorted, ”I only hit him in the head with a bottle of wine. I saw it then, it was only a cut on his scalp, a few stitches would do. Don't wrongly accuse a good man.”

”You still dare to be stubborn? ”Alright, then tell me, what wine bottle did you use to smash it?”

Before I could say anything, there was a knock at the door, a poker card opened, and an elderly constable stood at the door, whispering something to the card. I didn't know what they were talking about.

A minute later, the poker card came back and sat down. He looked at me, shook his head and said, ”Young man, don't be too impulsive in the future. We will definitely investigate this matter thoroughly.

With that, the poker card came over and uncuffed me, gesturing for me to go out.

You're letting me go just like that? He said that I deliberately killed him and even said that his head had been smashed into smithereens, which confused me a lot. I thought to myself, ”Did that big guy get targeted and killed by other enemies after fighting with us?”

When I came out of the interrogation room, my first uncle was leaning against the wall and smoking. When he saw me come out, he immediately pulled me to the side as he was followed by my two roommates, Lao Yao and Yin Qing.

”What's going on?”

First Uncle looked at Lao Yao and asked me with his eyes, ”Big Uncle, these two are my brothers. If anything happens, just tell me directly.”

First Uncle: ”How many times have I told you to call me Heeming or Mr Heeming?”

”Oh, big... Mr Heeming, what's going on? ”

”The one fighting you guys is called Deng Meng, he's dead.”

Yin Qing and Lao Yao's faces changed as they immediately asked if it had anything to do with us.

His first uncle said meaningfully, ”You two should go back to your dorms to rest first. Deng Meng's death has nothing to do with you guys, I've already made some preparations for the Bureau. Don't let your imaginations run wild, go back quickly.”

First Uncle had quite a good relationship with the Leaders of the Bureau, and even the Head of the Provinces. If he said that he would do something good, then he must have clearly put aside the relationship between Deng Meng's death and us.

After comforting me for a while, the two of them left. First Uncle pulled me to the mortuary, where there were a lot of police officers, two medical examiners in white coats, and a few leaders with pretty high ranks.

Seeing that their first uncle had arrived, everyone greeted him. ”Mr Heeming …”

My uncle prepared me for this, and I nodded to let him know I was all right. A medical examiner lifted the sheet in front of him and showed me a gruesome corpse.

This is a sturdy male corpse, from the looks of it, it should be the person who fought against us at night, Deng Meng. But strangely, this corpse looked to be dead for a long time, and its head was also smashed into pieces, making it impossible to discern its original appearance.

A medical examiner wearing a white coat said, ”The deceased was found at home by a worker who was working with him. The worker called the owner but couldn't get through, so he used his spare key to open the house and called the police when he found the deceased. However, the scene was quite clean, not even a trace of blood was found. The floor had been repeatedly dragged by someone. Judging from the deposition of the body spots, the time of death is over twelve hours. ”

It's only around 11 PM now, and when we made our move, it was around 9 PM. It was only two hours ago, and at that time, Deng Meng was full of energy and even punched me a few times. My swollen cheeks were his handiwork, but the medical examiner said that he had been dead for more than 12 hours.

As if they knew of my suspicions, an older third level superintendent spoke up: ”That's right, from the looks of the corpse, this person has died more than twelve hours ago. However, you and the owner of the 'small stove' shop and Deng Meng's two subordinates have the exact same confession, you guys had fought at around 9 pm, so Deng Meng's death has something special about it, it has nothing to do with you guys. Mr Heeming, what do you think? ”

First Uncle, who was wearing gloves, scratched the head of the dead man and pointed at a wound on it. ”Look here, this wound doesn't have an eversion. The blood is stagnant, and the blood loss is small. The wound's side is white.”

The medical examiner nodded his head and said, ”That's right, this wound was a typical wound left behind by someone who died. The edge of the wound was not neat and tidy, and the one that created this wound was the bottle of wine that Jian Nanshan mentioned before.

I also went to check on the wound, which I had indeed made with a bottle of wine, and I had noticed at the time that the blood from the wound was very little. I wonder if we had a fight at night with a man who has been dead for a long time. This kid even punched me a few times?

First Uncle said to the highest ranked Level 3 Officer, ”Director Hee, I will investigate this matter and you guys can stop meddling. When Nanshan and the others fought with Deng Meng, Deng Meng was already a zombie. You guys can't help with this kind of thing. Just suppress it and notify the family of the deceased. Just say it's an accident. ”

One of the pathologists said, ”Oh yes, Mr Heeming, this Deng Meng has a tattoo.”

”What tattoo?”

”Three Chinese characters …” As he said that, the two pathologists struggled to lift up Deng Meng's muscular body. On their backs, two words were imprinted: Tianlun Platform.

First Uncle's expression changed, he took out his cell phone and took a few pictures of the tattoo, then said to Director Hee: ”Help me check, see if I can find out where this tattoo was made. Also, give me Deng Meng's detailed information.”

When he came out of the morgue, his first uncle frowned and didn't say a word.

Deng Meng's death was extremely bizarre, and made me think of that story from a hundred years ago, the story that First Uncle would always tell whenever he drank too much.

”...”

That was in the late Qing Dynasty and the beginning of the Han Dynasty.

In the chaotic war era.

Not far from the capital, on the public road, there were eight muscular men carrying a coffin. Their heads were covered in sweat and they were panting heavily.

The eight strong men put down the coffins and prepared to rest, but the youngest strong man said: ”Tell me, Vice Director Liu is a large family after all, if we poor and poor citizens were to die, we would find a cool place to sweep up and throw it into the cemetery to be buried, but the coffins of the rich men are so heavy, I wonder what kind of material was used to make this coffin, it's too heavy, it's too heavy … …”

An older man said, ”Gouzi, just do your job. You just sit there quietly and think about it.

The sturdy man who spoke was full of vigor. When the young disciple who was called ”Gouzi” heard the sturdy man's accusation, he stuck out his tongue and made a face.

The brawny man suddenly made a gesture of silence. Everyone quieted down as they heard the sound of ”Dang Dang Dang” …

The voice came from inside the coffin, causing everyone's face to change greatly. The Gouzi whispered: ”Brother Wang, did Vice Director Liu's old lady swindle a corpse?”

The older man put his ear to the coffin wall and listened carefully. The ”dang dang” sound stopped after a few breaths.