Chapter 718 Lost

Huff.

Huff.

Cui Qishan panted, stretched his arms, and exerted force on his feet. He persisted for more than ten seconds before the resistance in front suddenly loosened.

Woo...

The car in front got out of trouble, making a dull roar and stuffing a lump of mud into Cui Qishan's mouth.

Pah pah pah...

Cui Qishan vomited several times, and his mouth was still full of fresh soil and stinky tires.

"Cui Da, get in the car." Xiao Si, who came with him, was too lazy to comfort him. When he was in the Seventh Brigade, although he was annoying and unrecognized, no one bothered him.

It's not like now. After being kicked to Cui Qishan, the work is getting heavier day by day, and now he is simply going on a long mission. Thinking about the suffering he has suffered, the captain can't get rid of his hatred even if he eats shit.

"Give me a bottle of water." Cui Qishan covered his head and got in the car, feeling uncomfortable as if cement was mixed in his mouth.

"I've drunk it before, do you want it?" Xiao Si handed over a bottle of Nongfu Spring.

"Who has water?" Cui Qishan asked again.

Li Jiang: "I drank mine."

Wang Chao: "I drank mine, too."

Both of them handed out the Nongfu Spring in their pockets.

Seeing this, Xiao Si also handed out his Nongfu Spring.

Cui Qishan looked down at the three bottles of water, then looked up at the three people, wondering which one smelled lighter.

Before noon.

The battle-damaged Santana, which had been tested for a long time, unloaded a group of people at the entrance of Zhanggang Village.

Cui Qishan got out of the car as soon as possible, his face was as gloomy as if he was about to vomit.

"Master Cui, hold on for a while." Xiao Si's words were not sarcastic, but asking his superior to be stronger.

"I won't die." Cui Qishan snorted, wiped the corner of his mouth, looked back at the broken car, and said, "The car I rode when I was a child was not much better than this."

Li Jiang smiled and said, "Maybe it's the same one."

Cui Qishan rubbed his bracelets and silently repeated "Don't hit people" several times before he gradually calmed down.

The beads are made of old sandalwood and are not expensive, but they were given by Jiang Yuan's master Wu Jun. Compared with Jiang Yuan, Wu Jun is obviously more like an elder with both good teeth and virtue. Cui Qishan also likes this string very much, especially this time. Whenever he feels carsick or is about to faint, smelling it or even pinching it will make Cui Qishan feel more comfortable.

"This village is really poor."

Li Jiang jumped a few times on the spot and then looked around.

Zhanggang Village, Balitang Township, Ding'an County, Shu Province - this address doesn't sound very rich.

"Poverty-stricken village, those who don't go out to work basically receive a minimum living allowance, and they don't lack food, but they don't eat well." The local police got out of the driver's seat of the damaged car, holding his waist and swaying.

"It's not easy." Cui Qishan muttered and asked, "Where is Zhang Lizhen's home?"

"The village chief will be here soon." The local police are also stationed in the township, and they are not very clear about the situation in the village.

After searching for someone, they finally found Zhang Lizhen's home.

When they opened the door, the first thing that hit their noses was the strong smell of alcohol.

Looking at the large yard, they saw beer bottles and liquor bottles thrown everywhere...

A few old men and women who were watching the fun passed by with stools, also covering their noses, and said, "Drunk to death, are you here to collect the body?"

The village chief drove the people away and shouted again, "Uncle. The police are looking for you."

The village chief was in his forties and was one of the young generation who still stayed in the village. He shouted and turned around and said, "My uncle's foot was injured and it hurt a lot, so he loved to drink. Now that he has the money sent by his daughter, it's easy for him to drink too much."

While speaking, the village chief pushed open the door, turned on the light, and went into the room. After a while, a staggering old man came out.

Just by looking at his drunken appearance, Cui Qishan had guessed why he didn't call the police.

"Bring your law enforcement recorder." Cui Qishan first tidied up his appearance, then turned on the law enforcement recorder, and then introduced himself step by step, and then asked:

"When was the last time you contacted your daughter?"

"How much money did she call you each time?"

"Has she always called?"

Cui Qishan asked one question after another, paying special attention to the other party's expressions and movements.

One of the advantages of face-to-face questioning is that it is easy to judge whether the other party is lying.

Of course, Zhang Bao was so drunk that he couldn't hide his lies. He had no intention of lying, and basically answered all the questions.

As the questioning deepened, Zhang Bao sobered up a little, and asked as if he remembered, "Where is my daughter? How is my daughter?"

"It's not certain yet." Cui Qishan did not answer directly.

Although the police have identified the victim as Zhang Lizhen, the DNA collected here has not been sent over, and the report has not been issued, so it is still not 100% certain.

Another thing is that Cui Qishan must first complete Zhang Bao's record. To be frank, Zhang Bao is also likely to be the murderer.

Zhang Bao was more or less aware of something, and wiped his face with the cold water in the yard. He began to sober up and answered more and more seriously:

"She called me before and said she was going on a business trip abroad. She would work there for three years and get a promotion when she came back. She would pay me more."

"She gave me 10,000 yuan at that time. I said I didn't need that much..."

"Yes...she gave me a new mobile phone number and said I had to change it when I went out. The call was cheaper."

"I called once, but the call didn't go through. She said it was a cross-border trip...The last time...It was about two months ago. We just said a few words at that time, saying she was very busy..."

While asking, Cui Qishan exchanged expressions with Xiao Si and others.

Xiao Si, who was responsible for taking notes, took the time to record the time of the call mentioned by Zhang Bao. It is easy to see that after the victim died, Zhang Bao and his daughter continued to call.

Although they only called once every one or two months, each time only for one or two minutes, or even dozens of seconds, Zhang Bao obviously did not find any flaws.

Even in the past six months, such calls have been ongoing, but the mobile phone number has been changed.

Cui Qishan frowned, this is too scary, and what is the purpose of the murderer's deliberate plan?

A normal murderer should not dig a pit and bury the body, right?

You also contacted the victim's father?

It is probably using AI voice, and similar fraud cases have been increasing.

But this is also easier said than done. It is just that you have the ability to commit fraud, and killing people is not right.

Moreover, you have to call every once in a while, change your mobile phone number, and even pay money. Can't you just dig a pit and bury it?

The record was almost done soon.

To put it in a positive way, Zhang Bao is a clumsy middle-aged man. To put it in a more realistic way, Zhang Bao is a stupid, confused, selfish alcoholic man who can provide limited clues.

"Do you have anything else to add?" Cui Qishan began to enter the closing process.

Zhang Bao shook his head: "No."

"Is what you said true?"

"True."

"Take a look at this record and see if it matches what you said?"

Zhang Bao: "I... don't know so many words."

"Read it to him." Cui Qishan sighed.

According to regulations, the record must be read in full by the other party at the end, and then signed, and usually write "I have read the above record, and it matches what I said."

But if the other party does not know how to read, or does not know many words, the police will read it to the other party line by line. Finally, write "The above record has been read to me and it matches what I said."

This job is a bit tiring. Xiao Si reads with foam at the mouth and keeps drinking water from the cup.

Zhang Bao was a little embarrassed, and whispered: "I'm sorry, there are no young people in the village, otherwise I can just let them read to me."

Xiao Si nodded.

Zhang Bao said again: "When Chunfang was here, she could help, but she was lost. Yaer was also lost."

Cui Qishan, who was distracted, frowned: "What do you mean by lost? Did she go to another place?"

"Anyway, I can't find her, there is no news. Several girls in the village are like this, I am prepared." Zhang Bao sighed deeply.

Cui Qishan sat up straight, and immediately said to Li Jiang next to him: "Go to the car to get the equipment, let's talk to the village chief again."