After the conversation with Brother Yang and Uncle Xin at the coffee shop, he was pulled to pack up his things and move a new nest. Of course, only Brother Yang accompanied him in the process of moving things. Uncle Xin said goodbye early and said he had been copying the information and gave it to me. Brother Yang has been investigating this case for five years, and no matter what, it is faster than the Goshawks team.

After all, there were not many people staying in the hotel, so they moved into Brother Yang's house that night.

Brother Yang walked in front with his suitcase in one hand, and I looked at the place curiously from behind.

With an area of ​​two or three hundred square meters, the villa is surrounded by four red walls on the middle. There is also an underground parking garage at the west entrance of the courtyard, with various herbs planted in the yard. In front of it is a milky three-story western-style building, from the French series.

When he entered the door, Brother Yang took a sealed document and threw it to me, turned around and waved his hand toward the kitchen: "You can take a look first, this is the basic information we can get and find."

After looking at the big words on the cover, I didn't want to open the idea of ​​reading it. I casually put the information on the coffee table in front of the sofa, turned around and followed Brother Yang to the kitchen.

Lying lazily at the door, I looked at the busy Brother Yang, and I asked, "Brother Yang can cook. There are not many men who can cook now, and many women don't cook back. Is it called Da Yan in ancient times?" Although I said this, I have no shame. It is normal for men to know how to cook. "If a woman who can be loved by Brother Yang, I will definitely say that I will marry no matter what."

"My parents are abroad, and I usually only live alone and don't come back often, so I will do it naturally. It's better to do this yourself than to ask for trouble for people." The cucumber was held by the beautiful five fingers, and the knife was raised and fell like flowing water. The sliced ​​cucumber slices were thin and transparent. "Don't you read the information?"

"I basically understand those things," we knew about them when we were in Hangzhou. Although we were rejected and had never been involved in this case when we came to Shanglhai, it does not mean that we didn't know anything. "Brother Yang might as well tell us your discoveries."

"Okay." Put the cucumbers into the boiled soup and knocked two more eggs. "We found that the deceased had been missing for at least ten days before being killed. There was always a faint smell of disinfectant and some rotten smell. Logically speaking, the bodies of the deceased were found within twenty-four hours, and even in the hot summer, there should not be rotten smell. Uncle Xin and I suspected that the murderer should be from the medical university. But..."

"But the smell of disinfectant cannot be explained," he turned around. "It is said that only people in hospitals have such a smell of disinfectant, but only people who have been in contact with the body for many years have this smell, and only people who have studied anatomy in medical schools have this smell."

"Maybe the one who guards the morgue, does it smell like formalin?" I asked.

"No. It's not very similar. Even if you guard the corpse, you can't stay with the corpse for a long time, and the corpses are all in the freezer." As he said that, he turned around and opened the lid of the pot and began to season it into the soup.

"It can contact the body, there is disinfectant, no formalin..."

I began to fall into my own world. Not many people could come into contact with the corpse: doctors, nurses, morgue corpse watchers, teachers and students from medical schools, and... crematorium! Yes, crematorium!

"Brother Yang, what about the crematorium? The corpses transported to the crematorium have been stored for a long time. It is normal for the corpses to have a rotten smell. In order to prevent diseases and bacteria, there is also a lot of disinfectant in the crematorium, right?"

His hand movements were made, and in just half a second, he quickly returned to normal, taking care of the boiling dishes in the pot without any effect: "Well, it's worthy of being from the police academy. You can think of the crematorium after just a short time of conversation. But unfortunately, it should have nothing to do with the crematorium."

"You've been there?"

"I went there three years ago and didn't find it. The people in the crematorium are rotated. No one can get along with the corpse for a long time. Moreover... the one who comes into contact with the corpse is an old man in his seventies. He is old and the youngest in his fifties. Young people think that this industry is evil and no one is willing to work in the crematorium. I don't think that older people who have nothing to do can kill people, and they can kill so many people." In a blink of an eye, several dishes have already been put on the pot. "There are all idle jobs in the crematorium. Where is Shanglhai? In this rich and rich place, the elderly will cremate the corpse for others at the end of their vicissitudes. Young people are all pursuing fame and fortune."

"Maybe it's missing, go and have a look." I said.

After a while of silence, Brother Yang replied: "Okay, I will accompany you again tomorrow."

Brother Yang has good skills and the food tastes are as good as those in the outside store.

I was silent. I kept looking at him quietly while eating.

He is really a gentle man, with a Korean star, his skin is not white and rosy, and his frameless glasses completely highlight the scholarly temperament on him, but he does not give people a cowardly feeling. Look at Brother Yang's appearance is still single? Yes, he has been concentrating on investigating the murderer who killed Yang Cheng, and he has no energy to talk about the love between children. I think this must be a good brother.

After dinner, I hesitated for a while before taking out the thin steel wire I got back at the scene today and handed it over: "Brother Yang, this is what I discovered on the scene today. Can you see where I can get this thing?"

He took the thin steel wire and observed the light, and pulled it again. I saw the excitement in his eyes. He carefully wrapped the thin steel wire, and his excited tone trembled: "This should be something from the crew, it should be from a deceased named Li Jin not long ago."

"It's really... it's him..." I whispered, but--"Brother Yang, this thing should be from the crew. If I remember correctly, Li Jin is just a second-rate actor. He is not qualified to take these things away."

"He is not qualified to move, but Li Jin's lover is a major shareholder in the entertainment industry. The reason why Li Jin is not popular is that his lover doesn't want him to mess up the waters in the entertainment industry. Li Jin likes acting, that is, acting simply. In the entertainment industry, Li Jin has such a big backstage. For Li Jin, it is not worth mentioning to use the crew's stuff to play."

Bao L-shang? It seems to be the so-called true love, but will people in this circle really be serious? Play - whoever can't do it, fake ones can also be played into real, and the real ones can naturally become fake ones.

"Who is Li Jin's lover?" I asked.

"Chu Ye."

Chu Ye... It sounds a little wrong, but what's wrong? He just shook his mind and quickly ignored the weirdness. I asked, "Is Brother Yang a way to identify this steel wire?"

"Yes," he paused, "but even if we came to the conclusion, we are not policemen, we may not be able to help us."

"Maybe Uncle Xin has a way." I squinted my eyes and smiled maliciously.

"What?"

Looking at Brother Yang's puzzled eyes, I shook my head and smiled faintly.

Another silence.

"I'm going to work on tomorrow's class, you can do whatever you want." Brother Yang stretched his waist and turned his back to the stairs. When he walked to the stairs, he stopped and turned his back to me and said, "The room in Xiaocheng--is on the right, and it's clean inside. You can just live in Xiaocheng's room for the time being. Don't mind?"

"Don't mind..."

He answered him subconsciously, and when he came back to his senses, he heard a gentle sigh from the second floor: "...Why should we use sin to harm others' happiness..."

Brother Yang... moved the corners of his mouth silently, but in the end he didn't say anything.

It was like taking off the force and burying the whole person completely into the sofa.

Yinzi said that if you want to live a wonderful life, you can only keep making yourself stronger.

Actually, I can’t understand. It’s obvious that everyone has nothing to do with each other, so why do you need to use your sins to hurt others?

"There are many people in this world who are innocent, or everyone is innocent, so no one is innocent." I still remember what Yinzi said to me when he first handled the case three years ago. At that time, his expression was still cold, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

Innocent - Since I am innocent, why should I bear those inexplicable pain? It’s ridiculous that he said something, maintaining the balance of yin and yang, and using ruthless means to hurt equally innocent people. Of course, I don’t want to learn any bullshit yin and yang techniques, I would rather watch those innocent people be happy.

Yinzi, listen. Brother Yang and I have the same view. I am just an ordinary person and can’t become such a powerful person as you.

Sitting on the sofa until after nine o'clock, I got up and went to Yangcheng's room.

This is a very clean bedroom with no dust inside. You can imagine the owner's attention to it. I really can't feel what complicated feelings Brother Yang has to keep the bedroom that has not been clean for the past five years: nostalgia, heartache, resentment...

There was a photo on the head of the bed, facing the bed, and the middle of the bed was sunken. It seemed that there were people here often to sleep, so it was not difficult to guess who it was. You could even see a tall and gentle man pushing open the door of the room heavily. There was no expression on his face, and he could only see the storm waves in his eyes, which were missing, regret, gritting his teeth, and finally settled into the most lonely helplessness and helplessness. He walked towards the bed step by step, and each step was very slow, as if after a century, when he arrived at the bedside, he lifted the quilt and lay down, looked at the photo sideways, and then slowly fell asleep with the light on. This way day after day, year after year.

I picked up the photo of the bedside. There were two little boys on it. The photos were protected very well with gold-plated white nanmu photo frames, without fading at all. The two boys were about the same age, both seven or eight years old. The boy on the right leaned against the boy on the left, holding the boy on the left, grinning and sticking out his tongue, looking funny but innocent and cute; the boy on the left smiled gently, and he looked like a shy classical woman, like a bay of spring water, weak and peaceful. The adult brother Yang was really not much different from when he was a child, but it was even more difficult for people to understand. If he was quiet and weak at the beginning, then now he was elegant and deep.

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