After the second task force case seminar, the criminal police re-established the investigation direction.

The work this time was even more cumbersome. They decided to start a carpet-style search with Fu Sizhe's interpersonal relationships as the center.

All signs indicate that the murderer was not mentally insanity or randomly murdered people in an irregular manner.

In this case, there must be some undiscovered connection between the murderer and the deceased.

Of course, the beggars around the yellow sand will also be checked.

Xia Liang is still responsible for investigating the absent evidence of Fang Qing and her daughter - although the criminal police generally feel that the mother and her daughter are not very suspicious.

But he did not go to Tianhe that day, but followed the police force to go to the cold storage of Huangsha Seafood Market.

In the past few days, the task force has been conducting crime scene investigations in the cold storage. The cold storage door is often turned on and off, and the frozen fish in the cold storage have become a little deteriorated, emitting a odor that makes people feel palpitations.

Regarding this, Zhang Jianhong, the owner of the aquatic shop, naturally complained that he almost went to the police station.

But after all, life is at stake. Captain Xing insisted on helping him ask him to take the dead fish in the cold storage, so the matter was reluctant to give up.

In other words, Xia Liang came to Huangsha Seafood Market by hard work.

It was raining all over the world. The air was filled with dampness and coldness.

After moving the dead fish, Xia Liang drove to Zhu Ansheng's office with a fishy smell.

He felt it was necessary to tell Zhu Ansheng about the case so far, but the more important reason was that he was curious about what his brother-in-law was doing.

When he came to Shahe Welfare Home and entered the "Ansheng Office". Xia Liang quickly got unexpected and reasonable results.

Zhu Ansheng is still fighting against the topographic map of the cold storage in front of him, and waste paper piled up every corner of the ground.

"Brother-in-law, you haven't slept yet, right?"

Xia Liang walked into the reception room carefully, Zhu Ansheng turned his head and shouted anxiously.

"Don't move!"

Xia Liang's feet hovered in mid-air.

"Find a gap to go."

Xia Liang's feet carefully stepped on the gap between the paper balls.

"Aren't these all deprecated manuscripts?"

"Every scrapped manuscript may not be scrapped. If you mess it up, I will not remember the rules."

Xia Liang was quite helpless: "Can you just fold one by one and sort it out in order?"

Zhu Ansheng's face was terrifyingly haggard, like an old man who was about to walk, but his eyes were the same as when he heard about the case process a few days ago, and it was so sharp that it was so sharp that it pierced people's hearts.

He looked at Xia Liang and murmured with confidence:

"My reception room is 22 square meters in area and the workbench is less than two square meters. Piling all the information together is a waste of space resources."

Xia Liang grinned and suddenly felt that Zhu Ansheng had a bit of a mentally ill temperament.

He went through a lot of hardships and finally walked around the paper ball on the ground and walked to the reception table in the center.

The alcohol lamp was still burning, and the flask was filled with burnt smell. The whole flask was covered with undecomposed instant coffee powder, which looked like a layer of cracked mud.

He lifted the flask helplessly and turned off the alcohol lamp.

Then, he came to Zhu Ansheng and saw the paper documents placed next to the table at a glance.

That was the printed autopsy report. He noticed that Zhu Ansheng took a lot of notes in the passage describing the condition of the body.

Sakura red spots... renal failure... death time is more than twelve hours...

"How is the investigation?"

Xia Liang was stunned and smiled bitterly.

"I hit a wall everywhere and didn't catch the suspect's tail."

He briefly explained the dilemma that the task force was trapped in to Zhu Ansheng, and Zhu Ansheng did not respond.

After being silent for a long time, he raised his head slightly, frowned his nose and sniffed around.

“What does it taste?”

Xia Liang sniffed at himself, frowned, and smiled a little embarrassedly:

"My, I went to the cold storage to help with the fishing fish today, and it was all fishy."

Zhu Ansheng glanced at him in confusion.

"The crime scene will not be investigated?"

"They also have to do business, so they can't delay too long... They are still doing the finishing work, taking pictures of their footprints and collecting evidence."

Zhu Ansheng stroked his long hair that was almost over his neck anxiously, and looked like a child whose beloved toy was confiscated.

Xia Liang knew that he was anxious and knew that he was still struggling with the "real" secret room cracking technique. He was helpless in his heart, but he didn't say much.

He took off his police uniform and said with a wry smile:

"Brother-in-law, do you have a washing machine here? I ordered my back today and helped move things. I fell down on the road."

Zhu Ansheng turned his head again, looked at the police uniform covered with moss on his back, and responded casually:

"Where can you wash your moss washing machine? Go out to the convenience store downstairs to buy a toothbrush and brush it slowly."

After saying that, his eyes lit up again, and he murmured in confusion: "Moss..."

Xia Liang didn't pay attention, but felt that his brother-in-law was right, so he turned around and walked around the paper ball carefully, really planning to go downstairs to buy a toothbrush.

While walking, he murmured:

"It's really unlucky. I only have this piece of clothing. I might have to borrow a set of it tomorrow... The cold storage floor is full of water, which is too slippery. That Zhang Jianhong is really stingy. Seeing that there is no need for the fish in the cold storage to freeze, he turned off the switch without saying a word. It took six or seven of us a long time to help move the shelf... Several people fell. Brother-in-law, are you eating? Can I bring you a fast food?"

"What did you say?"

Zhu Ansheng realized it and stood up from the chair, rushed to Xia Liang in a hurry, and snatched the clothes in his hand.

Xia Liang was startled and couldn't recover.

"Ah? I'll ask if you're hungry..."

"Not this, not this..."

Zhu Ansheng spread the police uniform flat and placed it on the reception desk to observe carefully. Even his dry and cracked lips were trembling slightly. He murmured in distractedness:

"So that's it... it's like this..."

Xia Liang looked at him with a strange expression, as if he had seen a living madman.

The madman was still seriously urging him not to mess up the paper balls on the ground, but now he is like an anxious wild dog walking around in the reception room, kicking countless paper balls along the way.

"So that's the case...no wonder..."

"Brother-in-law...? Are you okay?"

Zhu Ansheng rushed to the desk, grabbed the pipe beside him, and his hand trembled so hard that he broke three or four matches in a row, which lit the tobacco.

He took a deep breath, turned around, and slowly exhaled a sip of thick smoke in front of the pure white wall.

Amid the smoke, his gaze gradually became empty.

Xia Liang stared at his back in a daze, and at that moment, he suddenly had an illusion.

Zhu Ansheng's gaze was not like staring at the wall in front of him. There were countless symbols that seemed real and illusory in the smoke surrounding him. His eyes penetrated these symbols and looked at some deeper things after the dimensions in which humans were located.

"I see."

Zhu Ansheng turned around and showed a bitter smile on his face.
Chapter completed!