Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

Zou Ping is dead.

Jumped down from the top of the building.

His body hit the street hard. The bones were shattered and the internal organs were broken. When the ambulance crew picked her up, she stomped softly, as if there were only a few **** of cotton under the skin.

But compared to this decisive leap, her death itself looked light and fluttering, like a gust of wind, which was negligible in the blink of an eye.

At least the neighbors are calm. In other words, without this bitter and violent woman, her ears are clean, and the relationship between neighbors is much more peaceful.

The police are naturally calm. Suicide by jumping off a building, there is no victim, and there is no murderer. Clean and neat, relaxed and happy. No one troubles anyone.

Even Liu Weidong was calm, or rather muddled.

Hunxu condensed his body, and he went to the funeral home. Hunxu went out of the funeral.

In the end, only Yuan Xiaochuan, a short-acquaintance friend, reacted more violently. Over the past few days, he has been bluffing to find justice.

But fairness, how can it be so good?

"call."

In the office.

Yuan Xiaochuan took a deep breath and rubbed his sour eyes.

In front of me, in a folder on the computer screen, lay two pieces of evidence about Zou Ping's suicide.

One is a few photos taken at the scene: a few dry blood stains in the corridor and black handprints.

Another piece of evidence is much more intuitive. It was a video that was secretly shot with a mobile phone through a crack in the door. The shaky picture was overexposed, and the sky was a brilliant white. The whole picture was divided into black and white.

And in the dark corridor, there was a shadow crawling on the stairs and wriggling, the aperture gradually adjusted, and a thin outline could be faintly recognized, using only the remaining arm, climbing up little by little.

Yuan Xiaochuan was silent, watched this video a dozen times and saw the last second.

Then he put out the cigarette **** and turned off the computer.

Sitting dry is useless.

The justice of the dead must be recovered by the living.

...

He went to the monitoring room to retrieve the monitoring of the day.

Only by finding the **** who broke into Liu's house that day and the direct murderer who killed Zou Ping can he identify Hong Daihai as the culprit behind the scenes.

To be honest, he has watched the surveillance several times in the past few days, but because of the imperfect infrastructure of small cities and the non-cooperation of some people, little progress has been made.

This time, he just wanted to find out if there were any omissions. Isn't that the way to deal with cases? Wherever it looks glamorous in a movie, most of them are repeating verifications tremblingly and boringly.

But as soon as I arrived in the monitoring room, some whispers sounded in the corner.

"Oh, this Captain Yuan is coming to monitor again."

"Yes, I've watched it a hundred times in the past few days. If I can't find it, I can't find it. Can I still see a flower?"

"I think he is the emperor who is not anxious and the **** is anxious, but Liu Weidong doesn't care for him."

"Of course, there is no burden, and a large amount of compensation has been obtained. I can't take it for me."

"Hey, you said that Captain Yuan cares about that family so much, is he one with that Zou Ping..."

"Keep your voice down, he heard it."

"What are you afraid of, I'm making a bold assumption."

Yuan Xiaochuan listened to those rumours without falling to the floor. He had been airborne, and he was still reluctant to follow the ground, breaking some of the local unspoken rules, and it is not surprising that there are prejudices against him in the game.

With prejudices, inconspicuous rumours will naturally follow.

At first, he would lose his temper, but later he didn't bother to take care of it.

Flies and moths are just as capable.

But this time...

"It turned out to be so, no wonder he was so concerned about the car accident case."

"Sure, you want to ha, other husbands have agreed to reconciliation, he still bites..."

His mouth was broken and he wanted to make a strange laugh to set off the atmosphere, but he saw his companion stared in horror.

As soon as he turned his head, he was grabbed by the collar and pressed against the wall, and then he met a pair of angry eyes.

Yuan Xiaochuan gritted his teeth and asked:

"What did your turtle just say?!"

…………

"Are you reconciling with Hong Daihai?!"

After a while.

The living room of Liu Weidong's home.

Liu Weidong, who was pouring water, stagnated, his eyes dodge a little.

"You know."

After receiving the news from the bureau, Old Yuan rushed to Liu Weidong's house immediately.

I didn't think about it, and then I asked, and I got the letter.

His mind buzzed on the spot, and it took him a long time to barely suppress his anger, and asked in a deep voice.

"When did it happen?"

"yesterday."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Liu Weidong smiled and did not answer.

Old Yuan took a deep breath, lit a cigarette, and exhaled clouds of smoke.

"Why are you reconciling?"

"My relatives, friends, and neighbors are persuading me..."

Liu Weidong was still the same, his actions were gentle, and his words were gentle, but Old Yuan was pressing down on his stomach, no matter where he could stand Wen Tun, he immediately interrupted him.

"Why do they persuade you, don't you know?!"

But Liu Weidong nodded.

"Of course I know."

He raised his head, with helplessness on his face.

"But what can we do if we continue to fight? Don't have a big business, the'black jail' is causing such a big deal, and it's not being suppressed."

He continued to babble:

"I thought about it. For more than half a year, because of my family's affairs, my relatives and friends around me have suffered some crimes. If they are reconciled, they will be fine. For the elders in the family, I would be better. Mom died early, but the parents-in-law are still there. Only my wife and a daughter have paid compensation so that they can provide them with old age."

Old Liu pulled them off one by one, but Yuan Xiaochuan became more annoyed as he listened.

"You only thought about your relatives and friends, and your parents-in-law, have you thought about Zou Ping?!"

Old Yuan Yue said that the more excited he was, pointing to Liu Weidong’s nose and questioning:

"Are you worthy of Zou Ping?!"

Liu Weidong's eyes were in a trance, and after a while, he calmed down.

He said, "My wife is dead."

Yuan Xiaochuan was suddenly so angry that he couldn't speak.

If your wife is dead, you can reconcile with your enemy? ! The fear of things is not the fear of the Fa!

He stood up suddenly, pointing at Liu Weidong and cursing:

"Don't be right, you're a tortoise egg! You're just a soft spot!"

After cursing, I turned around and left in a huff, but when I reached the door, I still felt unable to hold on with a single breath, then turned back, "Bah", and finally slammed the door away.

…………

Liu Weidong quietly watched Yuan Xiaochuan leave.

for a long time.

Then he sighed slowly.

Lao Yuan was full of misgivings when he came, and was furious when he went.

He didn't expect that today is Zou Ping's first seven, and after tonight, the final farewell of the dead to the dead will also end. Without even noticing it, Liu Weidong swept away the muddle-headedness of the previous few days, showing a different mentality.

He got up early today, cleaned the inside and out of the house, took a bath for the big yellow dog, and changed himself into a neat suit.

Now, he just bored his head and picked up the soot that Yuan Xiaochuan had shaken off, and then took down the worshipped ancestor idol.

The big yellow dog next to it "sobbed" and snuggled up and stuffed its head into the owner's arms.

"Huang'er."

He stroked the fur of the big yellow dog.

"Don't say you are powerful and powerful, I'm a flat-headed people..."

Liu Weidong looked in a trance, but his hands were methodically and meticulously wiping the idol, making this ancient dusty clay sculpture gradually glow with gorgeous colors.

"What can you use to fight people?"