Chapter 85: Chief Makeup Artist of the Funeral Hall

Meng Han froze for a moment, then mocked: "Six hours? If you can solve the case within six hours, even pigs can climb trees."

Zhang Jun laughed "hehe" and said, "The student you claim to be Li Yuyu must have such a small amount of criminal investigation skills. Let's take a gamble."

Meng Han's eyes lit up. His favorite thing to do is to trample on the dignity of others with his professional strength, and betting is undoubtedly an effective way. If the arrogant guy in front of him can't do it, then he can be humiliated severely!

His eyebrows were raised high, and he said: "Since you are so reckless, I'll take a gamble with you. If you can really solve the case within six hours, you can put up whatever conditions you want. If you can't, I don't want you to do it either." It’s too difficult, you just need to pull up a banner that says ‘Chinese police are the most incompetent’, and then stand at Jianguomen Square for a day, how about it?”

The people around were all angry, and some of them cursed directly, their teeth itching with hatred. Qi returned to Qi, and at the same time, they turned their suspicious eyes to Zhang Jun. It is too difficult to solve the case within six hours! One must know that they have been following this case for more than half a year, but have made no progress. How did Zhang Jun solve the case within six hours?

Facing everyone's skeptical gazes, Zhang Jun looked calm. He smiled and said, "Okay, I agree to this condition. In return, I don't ask too much. If I can solve the case within six hours, you also have to pull a banner. On it was written the words 'Down with American imperialism, Li Changyu is a traitor and running dog', and then stood in front of Jianguo Gate for six hours."

Meng Han's face turned red all of a sudden, this kid is really vicious! If he really dared to write like this, it would definitely have a very bad influence. At a young age, Li Changyu would directly fire him. On a bigger scale, the United States will deport him from the country.

However, he is very confident in his own judgment, and at the same time, he has already spoken his big words, and it is not easy to take them back now. So he smiled coldly and said, "Okay, I'll just wait to enjoy your performance in front of Jianguo Gate!"

Zhang Jun didn't say anything, he turned his attention to the scene again and began to look for clues. The flashy scene before made him realize the magical function of the Buddha's eye, which can find traces of the past in everything. With this ability, he is not afraid of finding the murderer.

He observed intently again, and the scene just now repeatedly appeared in his mind, and he firmly remembered the facial features of the man. A detail caught his attention. The murderer was wearing a down jacket with the neckline open to reveal the clothes inside. It should be a work uniform.

There is a line of words printed on the left chest of the work clothes, but only two and a half words are displayed, which is the word "funeral hall".

"The Funeral Hall?" Zhang Jun's heart skipped a beat.

After thinking for a moment, he turned around and asked Xiao Zhao: "After the death of the first three victims, how were the bodies handled?"

Xiao Zhao was stunned for a moment, and said, "After being dissected by the forensic doctor, he was sent to the funeral home by the family." Then he asked strangely, "Why are you asking this?"

Zhang Jun didn't answer, but instead asked Qin Huo: "Captain Qin, besides youth and beauty, do the four deceased have any common features?"

In most serial murder cases, the deceased often have similar characteristics, some of which are obvious, while others are deeply hidden.

Before Qin Huo could answer, Meng Han sneered at this moment: "I don't even know the case, but I want to solve it in six hours, it's a fool's dream, I can't control myself!"

Zhang Jun ignored him and just looked at Qin Huo.

Qin Huo thought for a while, and said, "Apart from being young and beautiful, all the deceased were working or living in Lantian District."

"Have you investigated which funeral home these dead people were sent to?" He asked again with a serious look.

Qin Huo is an old criminal policeman with a very keen sense of criminal investigation. He immediately understood what Zhang Jun was referring to, but he was still a little puzzled: "Zhang Jun, what do you mean, the murderer might be in the funeral home?"

There was an element of disapproval in his tone, and he thought that Zhang Du was thinking so wildly in order to solve the case within six hours.

Zhang Jun nodded: "This possibility is not ruled out, it is necessary to investigate."

When things got to this point, Qin Huo had no choice but to cooperate with Zhang Jun, otherwise, if he lost, he would lose face to the entire criminal investigation team. So he nodded and said, "Okay, I'll let someone look for it."

Ten minutes later, it was reported that the headquarters had disappeared, and the four victims were finally sent to Baode Funeral Home in Lantian District.

Upon receiving this news, Qin Huo's heart moved slightly. He ordered some personnel to deal with the scene, and said to Zhang Jun, "Go, go to the Baode Funeral Hall!"

Meng Han also went with the car, he still had a contemptuous expression on his face, making sarcastic remarks from time to time. Zhang Jun ignored this directly, and he kept thinking about the case in his heart.

"If the murderer is from the funeral home, why did he do this? Could it be that his purpose of killing is to let the victim enter the Baode funeral home after death?"

As soon as this idea came out, he was directly rejected. No matter how much the funeral home pursues profits, it is impossible to kill people for profit, unless the boss is a lunatic and mentally retarded.

"If it wasn't done by the funeral home, could it be done by the staff of the funeral home? If so, why did the murderer do it?" He couldn't figure it out, so he stopped thinking and prepared to talk again when he arrived at the funeral home .

Baode Guest House is the only one in Lantian District, and its business is relatively professional and skilled. Entering the business hall, everyone can clearly see the slogan of the funeral home: Build the first-class service team in China!

At the same time, there is a special photo frame in the lobby, which introduces the main specialties of the funeral home. One of them caught Zhang Jun's attention. It said that the make-up artist of the funeral home was named Du Jin. He had sixteen years of experience and was a first-class corpse make-up artist in China.

Seeing the person in the photo, Zhang Jun narrowed his eyes, it was this person! His face was cold and numb, his face was dark and thin, and he was wearing a work uniform. On the left chest of the uniform, there are five words "Bao De Guest House".

He kept his composure, and when Qin Huo called the person in charge of the funeral home, he stepped forward and asked, "I heard that Du Jin in your place has a very high level of make-up. I want to meet him."

The person in charge of the funeral home dared not offend the police, and hurriedly said: "Yes, please follow me."

Everyone entered the elevator and went up to the third floor. After the elevator door opened, everyone saw a tightly closed purple door ahead. The person in charge explained: "Du Jin is our ace makeup artist. But he has a weird temper and doesn't like to be disturbed when he is working, so the door is always locked, so I'll knock on it."

The person in charge stepped forward, knocked on the door several times rhythmically, and said loudly, "Du Jin, open the door."

After half a minute, the purple door was opened from the inside, and a man in his thirties and wearing work clothes appeared in front of everyone. His face was cold and numb. Facing these people who suddenly appeared, he didn't feel surprised or surprised at all, but asked coldly, "What's the matter?"

The person in charge said: "These are comrades from the police station. If you want to come over to investigate something, please cooperate."

Hearing the word "policeman", Du Jin's eyes changed slightly, and he said lightly, "OK."

Zhang Jun smiled slightly and said, "You are Du Jin? I heard that your make-up is good. Can I appreciate your masterpiece?"

"There's nothing to appreciate about the dead." Du Jin said coldly, "It's easy to get bad luck."

"Hehe, it doesn't matter, the dead are not more terrifying than the living." Zhang Jun still insisted, and he walked directly into the corpse dressing room without permission.

As soon as he entered the dressing room, he smelled a strong smell of spices, and at the same time felt a ray of cold air invade his body. However, this feeling quickly disappeared, and the golden light lingering in his body dispelled all uncomfortable feelings.

Du Jin is applying makeup to two corpses, a man and a woman. The male corpse was supposed to be in his fifties, with an ordinary appearance, but under his make-up, he wore a neat suit. Although his eyes were closed tightly, he had an air of majesty, as if he had been a big shot before his death.

This made Zhang Jun secretly surprised. This person's make-up skills are really amazing, and he has the ability to turn decay into magic.

Looking at the woman again, under the perspective, he judged that the woman should be in her forties when she was alive, and her appearance was mediocre. Under Du Jin's hands, she was dressed in a green cheongsam and transformed into a noble and beautiful woman who looked only in her thirties.

After observing the corpse, he turned his gaze to a wall. When ordinary people see this wall, they will never think too much, because it is just a wall. But Zhang Jun was different. Through the wall, he discovered that there was a secret room behind the wall, which was very hidden.

He took a few steps closer, his face was almost close to the wall, and the expression on his face changed from flat to shocked, then angry and disgusted. He turned around slowly and asked the person in charge who also walked into the dressing room: "How many corpses did Du Jin put on makeup today?"

The person in charge thought for a while: "It should be three." After speaking, his expression changed, because there were only two corpses here, what's going on?

He glared at Du Jin and asked, "Du Jin, where is the other corpse?"

At this moment, the composure on Du Jin's face finally disappeared. He looked a little panicked and couldn't answer for a while.

Meng Han, who came with him, was startled and felt very bad. Could it be that this kid really found a clue? He was very worried, and immediately stepped forward and scolded: "Tell me, where did the corpse go? Did it get transported away? Or are you lazy and only put makeup on two corpses today?"

His words reminded Du Jin, who quickly said, "Yes, I'm tired today, so I'm only going to put makeup on these two."

Qin Huo looked at Meng Han angrily, and said in a neutral tone, "Officer Meng, it's Zhang Jun who is solving the case, not you, you'd better keep your mouth shut."

Meng Han snorted: "Do you really believe that he can solve the case? I think he went to the doctor in a hurry. He knew he was going to lose, so he deliberately went to the funeral home to try his luck."

Zhang Jun smiled coldly, looked at his watch, and said, "It's only one year and ten minutes before the time we agreed on." After speaking, he suddenly kicked hard on the wall.

With a sound of "click", a big hole was kicked out of the wall, and a secret room with lights on was exposed to everyone's view.