"What's the problem?" I asked.
"When I first investigated the theft of the body, I actually had no direction in my mind. To be precise, I didn't realize it was a supernatural incident at first." At this point, Ren Yonghai paused, "Until...
....”
"until?"
"Until you tell me about the two bloody fingerprints in the morgue!" Ren Yonghai raised his hand and made a downward motion on the steering wheel.
He continued: "Our thinking has been limited from that time on. Just imagine, since the kid climbed in from the outside window, then most of the people who instigated it came from the outside. If they were insiders of the hospital, why bother?
?”
"So, we were misled. Was the body really stolen by a kid?" Ren Yonghai left a question.
"Is it even true that the body was lost in a secret room?" My thoughts suddenly broadened.
Many questions were in front of us. The two of us thought about the context and didn't speak for a while. The car became quiet for a while.
For a moment, my eyes lit up, and a face emerged from my mind. I turned to look at Ren Yonghai, and just met his gaze. It seemed that he had thought of something.
We all said almost in unison: "That janitor!"
"That's right!" Ren Yonghai looked away, continued to look forward, snapped his fingers, and said: "There are only two people at the scene, the janitor and Wang Bo. According to normal case handling logic, this person cannot be missed."
"It's just that we were misled from the beginning by the locked morgue, the bloody fingerprints from the backyard and the two-minute power outage. We made the same preconceived mistakes as the police, and intentionally or unintentionally missed this key person."
I continued: "Whether this matter has anything to do with him or not, I think it is necessary for us to go to the hospital again."
Ren Yonghai nodded without saying anything and drove straight to the hospital.
When we arrived near the hospital, it was already around 12 o'clock in the evening. We randomly found a restaurant around the hospital and had something to eat. Then Ren Yonghai and I went to the morgue again.
The hospital's morgue is located in a remote corner, and a corridor connects it to other buildings. The place is originally inaccessible, but in the early morning, unless medical staff bring the deceased over, it is completely deserted.
Looking from a distance, only the duty room at the end of the corridor was still lit.
Ren Yonghai and I walked in the empty corridor, and the sound of footsteps echoed in the extraordinarily silent space, which seemed particularly clear.
As if he heard our footsteps, as soon as Ren Yonghai and I walked to the door of the duty room, the gatekeeper walked out with a bunch of keys.
Seeing that it was the two of us, he was stunned for a moment, then raised the key in his hand and said with a smile: "I thought a patient had passed away in the middle of the night and was brought to me, but I didn't expect it was two policemen.
Comrade."
Although I have dealt with him before, this was the first time I took a serious look at this janitor.
He was about in his early forties, wearing a set of blue work clothes that had turned white after washing, and a pair of cracked artificial leather shoes on his feet. Some traces of repair could be seen, obviously he had been worn for many years.
He has a humble smile on his face, ordinary facial features, and a simple popular face. He is a typical image of a simple and honest working people in his forties, and there is nothing surprising about him.
Before coming over, Ren Yonghai asked his friends from the city bureau to go to the hospital's human resources department and ask for information.
Download this janitor's personnel file.
Although the process was a bit troublesome, since it was late at night and everyone in the HR department had already fallen asleep, we finally got his file.
His name is Lao Youxin, he is 43 years old, a rural native of this city, and his family is in Group 3 of Dasheng Village.
This person has a junior high school education and has worked in the hospital's morgue for eleven years. Don't underestimate this job, he is also a regular employee of the hospital.
Although I deal with dead people every day, I can't get the wind or the sun, the work is easy, the salary is not low, and I have all the five insurances and one housing fund. If I give it to a white-collar worker in the office, they may not be willing to change it.
According to people from the Human Resources Department, Lao Youxin is a veteran employee of the hospital. He is a good-tempered person. He does not smoke or drink, and he has no bad habit of gambling. He is also very satisfied with his position and takes his work seriously.
The only thing is that he is quite superstitious and likes to burn incense and worship Buddha.
But this is nothing, not even a shortcoming. After all, people's job is to deal with dead people every day. It is human nature to burn incense and pray to Buddha for peace of mind.
He has two sons, the eldest son works outside, the younger son is studying at a university in the city, and his wife usually manages the fields at home.
It’s no wonder that the police easily let go of this highly suspicious person. Just by looking at his information, they could almost eliminate his suspicion. No one would equate him with the thief who stole the body.
"Is this middle-aged man in front of me really the real culprit behind the theft of the body and the murder of three members of Wang Bo's family?" After another contact, the impression Lao Youxin gave me was very consistent with the description in the file.
Judgment casts doubt.
"Hey, it's all work, the pressure from above is tight, and there's nothing we can do about it. My brother is tired, please open the door, and we have to go in and take a look." Ren Yonghai patted him on the shoulder and said haha.
"Yes, the body was stolen, and the leaders of our hospital are also very anxious. Comrade, you don't know, ever since the body was stolen, the family members have been coming to our hospital every day to make trouble, and we can't agree on the compensation figure."
Youxin didn't pay attention, walked to the door of the morgue, opened the lock, and talked nonchalantly.
While his back was turned to us, Ren Yonghai turned to look at me, raised his eyebrows in Lao Youxin's direction, and asked me if I had discovered anything.
I looked at it carefully, then turned to Ren Yonghai and shook my head.
Lao Youxin is just an ordinary person. He doesn't have any yin energy in him. I haven't noticed anything about him.
The door to the morgue opened quickly. Lao Youxin reached out and pressed the switch. The fluorescent lights on the roof flickered a few times and then turned on, illuminating the entire morgue.
"Comrade police, please get busy. If you need anything, just call me. I'll be right next door." Lao Youxin stepped out of the door, left a word, turned around and returned to the duty room.
After watching Lao Youxin leave, Ren Yonghai and I walked into the morgue and searched the scene again, but found nothing. Apart from the two bloody fingerprints that only I could see, there were no other traces left on the scene.
"Lin Kun, could it be that our reasoning was wrong?" Ren Yonghai walked around and walked to me and asked.
After reading Lao Youxin's file, he also had doubts about his previous judgment. No matter how you look at it, this middle-aged man who has a harmonious family, a stable job, and has been working in the morgue for eleven years, will
It is related to the incident of body theft.
If he was the one who stole the corpse, why did he wait to steal this one instead of stealing it after so many years? It’s impossible
It doesn't make sense that people have worked for eleven years just to wait for such a corpse.
As for instigating the kid to kill three members of Wang Bo's family, that is even more impossible.
"I can't tell. Lao Youxin has no yin energy and looks like an ordinary person, but I always feel that something is wrong."
I shook my head, frowned, walked to the window where I found the bloody fingerprints before, opened the window, and looked outside.
Outside the window is the backyard of the hospital. There is a small open space between the window sill and the bicycle shed. Past the bicycle shed is a patch of low bushes, and beyond that is the entire hospital wall.
This is the corner of the hospital. Although the gate is open on the wall, no one usually comes in or out. An iron general is hung on the gate.
My eyes crossed the wall and fell outside.
Compared with the quietness of the hospital, although the street outside the wall is not lively, it is definitely not a sparsely populated place. It is already past 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, and there are many lights on the street outside.
But those passers-by probably wouldn't know that, separated by a wall and a small courtyard, the hospital's morgue is located.
Directly opposite the back entrance of the hospital, there is a huge sign hanging on the second floor of the building, which reads: QUIK 24-hour convenience store.
My eyes stayed on that signboard for a long, long time. Suddenly my heart moved and I found a key place.
"Officer Ren, we have been tracing who stole the body, but we have overlooked a very important link." I turned around and said to Ren Yonghai.
"What?" Ren Yonghai was a little confused.
I walked back to the freezer, looked at the No. 032 freezer, and said, "This part is how the body was sent out of the hospital."
"The body has been refrigerated for more than 20 days in a low temperature environment of minus 9 degrees Celsius. It has long been frozen into a popsicle. Even if it was stolen by a kid, the kid can hide his figure, but he cannot hide the body. There are everywhere outside.
It's all under surveillance, but the power never stopped for 2 minutes." I continued.
"Then what do you mean?" Ren Yonghai thought for a moment and said suddenly, "The signal interruption time of the hospital monitoring was only more than 2 minutes, which means that everything happened within this period of time. And the second
The first wave of people who entered the morgue this morning discovered that the body had been stolen, which means that the people behind the scenes may have only had time to steal the body, but not have time to transport it away."
"Yes, the body was probably still in the hospital at that time!" I concluded.
"But is it possible that the kid manipulated the corpse, disguised himself as a living person, and left the hospital through the gate?" Ren Yonghai raised another possibility.
I shook my head and denied this possibility: "The power outage that night was only in the morgue. The surveillance in other parts of the hospital was normal. Not to mention whether the kid could control the popsicle-like corpse. Even if he could, the corpse would freeze into that
It looks like, as long as it appears on the surveillance screen, anyone can tell it's abnormal."
"And!" I turned my head, pointed to the backyard outside the window, and continued, "There is an exit right here. There is no reason for someone who steals a body to look far away."
"You mean, the body went out from the backyard gate?" Ren Yonghai glanced back and forth in the backyard twice and said.
"Yes, this is the most likely possibility." I nodded.
"Then what do we do next?"
Chapter completed!