The door of the hospital toilet was really not a place to speak. Finally, Fatty Sun took the former elder brother to a restaurant near the hospital. After finding a private room, he started eating and chatting inside.

After drinking a few beer, Zhang Zihua did not hide it from Fatty Sun and said everything that had been unsatisfactory for so many years. After knowing it, Fatty Sun began to feel moved. Finally, he took out his wallet, took out all the cash in it and handed it to Zhang Zihua, saying, "I didn't bring much money today, so you can spend this first."

Then he gave Zhang Zihua a business card that he had hung up in the Ministry of Public Security and said, "The business card contains my phone number. If you have any questions in the future, I will find me. These days I will also look for any job that suits you, and find you a place to live. Even if you can't be rich and powerful, at least you have to worry about food and clothing."

Thinking about his down-and-out after he was released from prison, this fat man who had betrayed himself in the past could still give him a word of Zhileng Zhire. At the moment, this old elder brother sighed. Fatty Sun originally wanted to comfort him, but at this time the phone calls from the bureau came to urge him one by one. There was no way out. Fatty Sun swiped the card to settle the account and left the restaurant first.

The next morning, Fatty Sun returned to the polls bureau without a long time. When he was about to click Mao and go to the hospital to see me, he suddenly received a call from Gao Liang, asking him to go to the criminal police brigade of the municipal bureau. It seemed that there was a case that he needed to provide clues. Fatty Sun was anxious to go to the hospital and didn't have time to ask in detail. Because there were too many such things, he didn't treat it as a major matter, just taking it as a business before going to the hospital.

However, after he arrived at the Criminal Police Brigade, he realized that things were not as simple as he thought. The person who received him was a criminal police captain named Zhang. Because he knew the details of Fatty Sun, the Zhang Brigade was very polite to him. After a few opening remarks, the Zhang Brigade quickly reached the point: "Director Sun, do you know Zhang Zihua?"

Suddenly, Fatty Sun's heart skipped a beat, his right eyelid jumped a little irregularly, and he had a bad premonition. He muttered in his heart: Could it be that this guy has caused trouble again and alarmed the criminal police brigade? It seems that this matter is not small. Fatty Sun paused for a moment and said, "I used to have a little friendship, but I met him yesterday. Didn't I say, he was not causing trouble? If the matter is not big, it depends on my face, I will detain two days less if I can be detained for two days. If you need compensation, tell me, I'll find a way..."

Zhang Dajia shook his head with a wry smile and said, "He will not be able to cause trouble in the future."

Fatty Sun was stunned for a moment, blinked his eyes and said, "I can't mess up - what do you mean?"

Brigade Zhang took out a cigarette, handed him a fat man Sun, took a sip, and then said, "At around 6 o'clock this morning, a dead body was found in a rental house. After preliminary identification, the deceased was Zhang Zihua, the resident of the rental house. Because his personal belongings contained your business card, as usual, we need to invite you to learn about your relationship with him, and where are you at and whether there is a time witness to prove it?"

"Zhang Zihua is dead..." Fatty Sun was completely stunned. He just met yesterday. Why did he die if he died? Seeing that Deputy Director Sun had no response to his words, the team Zhang saw that Fat Sun had no response to his words, and then he pulled Fat Sun's soul back after repeating it.

After Fat Sun recovered, he said, "I slept in the dormitory in the bureau, and there was no witness at the time, but recently, cameras were installed in the corridors of the dormitory. If you need it, you can check it."

Speaking of this, Fatty Sun paused for a moment, blinked his eyes and looked at Zhang Dajiao and said, "Captain Zhang, it's not me that you can call me, it means that Zhang Zihua did not commit suicide or died of sudden illness. I don't ask anything else, just want to know how he died."

Team Zhang looked at Fat Sun and laughed dryly, saying, "Director Sun, what our two families do is similar, and you also use some rules. You are still in the case. I really can't tell you about such things as the rules."

"Rules - OK, I like to follow the rules." After hearing the news of Zhang Zihua's death, Fatty Sun still looked solemn, but when he heard Team Zhang mentions following the rules, Fatty Sun immediately restored his usual signature smile, extinguished half of his cigarettes, changed into his own cigarettes, and lit a sip. Then he grinned at Team Zhang and said, "There are an average of twenty-five special cases you sign and send to the Poll Investigation Bureau every year. From now on, our Poll Investigation Bureau has also begun to follow the rules. All cases will be sent to the Investigation Office for summary and schedule. When we finish the work at hand, we are busy with your special cases."

After hearing Fatty Sun's words, he opened his mouth and sucked his teeth. His heartbeats quickly. He gritted his teeth and said to Fatty Sun: "Director Sun, we can't do this. This is the capital. If something happens, you can't pay the responsibility."

Fatty Sun laughed and said, "Bao Zhang, guess if something really happens, is it you, the captain of the criminal police? Or is my deputy director of the polls?"

Team Zhang stared at Fatty Sun for a while, and finally compromised. After a little slowing down, he took out his cell phone and pressed a few numbers and then called out: "Lao Wang, the case in the basement of No. 26, xx Road in the morning. Yes, it was the dismembered person. The scene has not been withdrawn yet, well, keep it for a few more hours. Also, has the Forensic Department achieved a result? I also know that it will take twenty-four hours to report, so can't they be faster..."

After Magistrate Zhang finished a mess of calls, when he turned around, Fatty Sun on the chair was gone. Magistrate Zhang spat at the chair where Fatty Sun sat and muttered to himself: "From tomorrow, I will report to your polling bureau even the missing person!"

The location where Zhang Zihua's accident happened was located in the suburbs. Fatty Sun drove an hour to the scene. When he arrived, the cordon had not yet withdrawn. Some old men and women were talking outside the cordon when they heard an old lady saying, "I said that I heard someone shouting for help in the morning. I heard it really. Later, after a few screams, there was no movement. At first, I thought it was a little hooligan fighting and was overwhelmed by the people. Unexpectedly, when the door opened in the morning, the smell of blood was only thrust into the nose. Our house lived on the fourth floor. When the police arrived, I took advantage of the chaos to take a look. My mother, the corridor in the basement is full of blood..."

After hearing this, Fatty Sun opened the cordon and walked into the corridor. Fortunately, he heard that he was going to the Public Security Bureau in the morning. Fatty Sun changed into a police uniform first, but he didn't expect to use it at this time.

The little policeman guarding the outside saw Fatty Sun coming in and wanted to go over and stop him. But after seeing Fatty Sun's police rank, he stuck out his tongue and retreated. When Fatty Sun walked to the basement, he met many policemen, but none of them dared to come out to stop him.

The old lady just now didn't say anything. Fatty Sun smelled a pungent smell of blood just now when he entered the corridor. When he covered his nose and walked into the basement crime scene, the first policeman finally stopped him: "Director Sun, right? I've been waiting for you for a long time."

The person who spoke was a plainclothes who were over thirty or forty. Fatty Sun looked at him and turned around at the same time. He seemed to have no impression of this person: "Didn't it that I said, do you know me?"

Plainclothes smiled again and said, "Just just now, our Zhang Da called me and said you will be here in a while and asked me to receive you. I was the first to enter the crime scene in the morning, and I have settled more of this case. If you have anything to say, please tell me."

While plainclothes were talking, Fatty Sun glanced into the room and saw blood flowing everywhere on the ground. Fatty Sun said in confusion: "Didn't I say, how many people have died after shed so much blood?"

Plaincloth sighed and said, "It's just Zhang Zihua, but the murderer's methods are too cruel. I have been in this industry for seventeen years and have never encountered such a cruel criminal. You don't know that after watching the scene, I have vomited three times. I never dared to touch the water and tofu brain again in my life..." At the end of the story, Plaincloth remembered the scene, immediately covered her mouth, and almost spit it out.

"Is it that disgusting?" Fatty Sun glanced at plainclothes, then pushed the door and walked into the crime scene. Zhang Zihua was really down and out of the way before his death. The basement where he lived was just a warehouse, where he lived here and looked at the goods inside. But now the warehouse is full of blood. If it weren't for the plainclothes' statement before, no one would have thought that a normal person would have such a large amount of blood.

After taking photos and inspecting the scene, the police were guarding outside, but there was no living person here. Bypassing the extremely high-rise goods, Fatty Sun saw a single bed inside, and Zhang Zihua lay there in three parts.

Now Fatty Sun finally understood why the police were not guarding the crime scene. He saw a bunch of internal organs neatly placed on the single bed in front of him, placed on the bed in a normal proportion from head to toe. On the ground next to the single bed, there was a piece of human skin neatly covered with some things in the human skin, and it looked like human tissues such as muscles. The front face of this human skin was facing up, which was Zhang Zihua who had just seen yesterday. On the other side was a skeleton that was put into the human body. The skeleton was quite neatly packed, and even a piece of flesh was not visible on the pale bones. These three parts were Zhang Zihua who drank with him yesterday.
Chapter completed!