Chapter 1759: The Scene

"The deceased is Fan Bowei, Director of the Cargo Department of Xiangjiang Customs," a policeman from Xiangjiang introduced to Zhao Yu who was investigating the scene, "45 years old, divorced and single, killed between 15:00 am and 4:00 am..."

"Then...how did you find out?" Zhao Yu squatted down, looked at the white outline drawn at the place where the deceased was murdered, and asked habitually.

"Hmm..." The police officer looked through the records, and did not answer until more than ten seconds later, "Fan Bowei went to work today, because his position was important, so the unit called him, but no one answered the phone.

"In the end, the work unit had to contact Fan Bowei's relatives, who came to check and found the crime scene..."

"Relatives? What kind of relatives?" Zhao Yu raised his head and asked again.

"Hmm..." This time, the little police officer panicked, and quickly looked through the records. After searching for a long time, he faltered and replied, "Yes...it's Fan Bowei's father!"

"Then...the deceased held a Gumantong in his arms..." Zhao Yu asked again, "Did the deceased raise the Gumantong himself?"

"It...it's not clear yet..." When the policeman answered, his head was already sweating.

"What!?" Zhao Yu stared, "I don't know? This person has been dead for two days, don't you even know if Gumantong is his?"

"This..." The police officer wiped his sweat, "The deceased believed in Buddhism, I guess...it should...it should belong to him, right?"

"Fuck, what do you mean should be?" Zhao Yu stared bullishly and asked, "What kind of attitude are you doing? Why, do you look down on our special investigator from the Central Criminal Office?"

"No... no, no, no..." The little policeman quickly nodded and bowed, "I... I'll just ask, I'm sorry, sir..."

After finishing speaking, the little police officer hurriedly took the notebook and made a phone call...

tsk tsk...

Zhao Yu glanced at the scene, and found that the inspector Cheng from before had disappeared. I don't know if he hid somewhere to smoke, or made a phone call?

It seems that my previous worries were not superfluous. The work style of the local police is indeed very different from that of the mainland.

He could see clearly that this was not the problem of the little policeman himself at all, but that the local police were playing tricks behind their backs.

Now that we know that Zhao Yu is here to investigate,

Why not send an experienced police officer to assist, but send a young rookie instead?

It seems that handling cases in different places is definitely not as comfortable as before.

However, Zhao Yu thought about it again, if he were a local policeman here, he would definitely feel conflicted in his heart, right?

Forget it, Zhao Yu let go of his temporary prejudice and began to observe the scene seriously.

It can be seen from the decoration of the deceased's house that Fan Bowei is indeed a devout Buddhist believer. There are Buddhist altars and Bodhisattvas enshrined in the house, and there are many other things such as incense burners and offerings...

However, Zhao Yu knew that Gumantong was actually a folk custom that originated from Southeast Asia, and had nothing to do with Buddhism from the root.

Therefore, if there is no important confession, it is not certain that the Gumanthong in Fan Bowei's arms when he died must have been raised by himself.

If not, it cannot be explained that this case and the previous Gumantong murder case were committed by the same murderer.

Whether it is an imitation, or the Gumanthong killer reappearing, all depends on the Gumanthong in the hands of the deceased.

Looking around the scene, Zhao Yu found that most of Fan Bowei's rooms were surprisingly neat, with items neatly arranged and spotless, except for the deceased's bedroom, which was a little messy.

Because the deceased was in a deep sleep at night and was poisoned by the murderer, the bed of the deceased was scattered, and part of the quilt fell to the ground.

According to the traces at the scene, Zhao Yu could tell that the murderer should have started from the bedroom first. He wrapped the neck of the deceased with a prepared rope, dragged it all the way along the floor to the living room, and finally tightened it tightly. Rope, strangle it.

The strength of the deceased may have an absolute advantage, so that the deceased had no power to resist at that time, so there was no trace of fighting at the scene.

tsk tsk...

Zhao Yu looked at the scene, imagining himself as the victim in his mind, filtering the scene of the crime over and over again.

"Sir, sir..." At this time, the police officer who had left before ran back panting and said, "I have already asked clearly. We have asked Fan Bowei's family members, but his family members' answers are rather vague, so we have until now It is also uncertain whether that Gumantong is his own or not?"

"What? Unsure?" Zhao Yu frowned, "What do you mean by vagueness?"

"Fan Bowei is single and divorced, and lives relatively independently, so his family doesn't know whether he has raised Gumantong!" Don't want others to know.

"However..." the little police officer opened a document and handed it to Zhao Yu, "We found in Fan Bowei's drawer the natural incense specially used for offering Gumantong, and there are some children's biscuits in the refrigerator, which may also be used Those who came to offer Gumantong..."

Zhao Yu took the documents, but found that apart from the photos, all the documents were written in traditional Chinese characters, which looked very awkward.

"So..." said the little policeman, "Our chief thinks that Gumantong should be raised by Fan Bowei himself!"

"Should...should..." Zhao Yu shook his head, "Are you investigating the case or writing the script? Let me ask you, what did the expert from Thailand say? He should be able to clearly see whether Gumantong is Fan Bowei Did you raise it yourself?"

"Hmm..." The little policeman shook his head in embarrassment, "I don't know about that, he didn't seem to say anything."

call……

If he had done it before, Zhao Yu would have lost his temper a long time ago, but now that he is mature, he knows that it is meaningless to lose his temper. It is better to think of some ideas than to lose his temper.

At this moment, his first thought was that he also needed an expert.

Because, he discovered that the Gumanthong case involved a lot of hidden religious knowledge, which was far from what he had been exposed to before, so he should find an expert to help.

Secondly, he was still thinking about the Thai expert named Mia. Through the contact just now, he seemed to see something in Mia's eyes.

The Thai expert's eyes diverged, as if he had found some important clue, but he didn't intend to share it with Zhao Yu.

Therefore, I should also work on this guy to see if there is really medicine in his gourd?

in addition……

Zhao Yu carefully looked at the shrine of Fan Bowei's house. He still remembered that before coming, Mia had been staring at this shrine in a daze, as if thinking about something, but his arrival interrupted him.

So... Could the clues discovered by this Thai expert have something to do with this shrine?

Thinking of this, Zhao Yu also stood in front of the altar and looked carefully.

However, he himself has no research on Buddhism, and after reading it for a long time, he can't see one, two, three. So, I had to take a few photos, and then left the crime scene...