Chapter 112 Crime scene

Feng Junyang knocked on the soil above his head with hope, and found nothing except for the continuous dust falling down. He thought about it. Maybe the exit of "jian qing" is not at the top at all, and Feng Wu is also a master of secret. She may cleverly set it elsewhere, instead of recklessly setting it in the basement of the detective station.

Where would that be? Both sides of the dark road? Where do you want to start?

He knew that Fengwu likes to use ready-made underground secret passages, such as the drainage ditch at the market entrance, so that dirty and smelly places can be used by her. Feng Junyang smiled secretly and couldn't think of her technology as a high-end mystery. She was just a coincidence. Even the dead dare to steal rotten bodies. If she dares to turn over, what dirty things can't she stand? I just don't know where she arranged the secret exit to her former heart.

Feng Junyang walked forward unwillingly for another while. The soles of his feet slipped and fell to the ground. His hands were covered with wet mud. At the same time, he smelled a strong smell.

This damn girl set the exit in the sewer again! Feng Jun stood up angrily, and the mud on his hands was sticky, really like dirty water flowing out of the toilet.

Disgusting, Fengwu! What a beautiful thing it is to see Ma Ben, but you have to get out of the smelly ground. No wonder he regrets his marriage and does not marry you! You deserve it!

Feng Junyang secretly blamed Feng Wu in his heart and took two more steps forward. There was more water on the ground, the smell was stronger, and the smell of rottenness mixed with the smell of urine. He firmly believed that this was a drainage ditch for the toilet!

If it hadn't been for Ma Ben's heavy trust, he really wanted to turn around and go back immediately. The strong smell of urine made him unable to open his eyes. The more he walked forward, the more smelly he felt. The bottom of his feet were sticky, and he stepped on it soft...

He covered his nose and walked about ten meters in pain, and the stinky water and dung on the ground flooded his ankles. Feng Junyang retreated a little. Will he accidentally fall into the cesspit and drown?

Fortunately, he suddenly heard a muffled chicken sound, not far from the ground! He turned off the flashlight, closed his eyes for a while, and then opened it again. There was indeed a little light three meters ahead!

But this three-meter, it was extremely difficult to walk. The dung under his feet became more and more sticky. He stepped on it and made a "coo-dong" sound. Feng Junyang felt that he had never been so embarrassed... After going back, he was embarrassed to say to Ma Ben.

That's right! Go back? If you find Ma Shiqing's body later, do you want to get it out of this place? Oh, my God, it's difficult for me to walk alone. If I fall into the dung water behind his back, I will not only be disrespectful to the dead, but also I can't explain to Ma Ben! Alas, find someone first. If you really can't bring it out, it will also be helpful for Ma Ben to write down the clues at the scene. He held the slippery mud wall and walked forward. He really answered that sentence and went into the toilet with a flashlight - looking for shit. The wall on the ground was full of shit, and he was more unbearable than the dung worker... Finally, he went to the light and found that this exit was facing up. Fengwu, you will also change it.

The exit is a regular "rectangle", which is very narrow. He puts his hands on the two long sides of the "rectangle" and can't grasp it smoothly. He always feels that this "rectangle" is a little strange, but he can't tell where the strangeness is. It took a lot of effort to hold his hand. He carefully stretched out his head, and then his upper body. He simply put his upper body on the ground and pedaled his legs hard. He had to be glad that he was thin, otherwise he would have to get stuck.

Finally came up! He is now smelly all over, and none of his clothes is clean. It is a mixture of mud and dung. He can't help looking at the "rectangular" exit again. There is a brick on each of his two long edges, and straw paper scattered everywhere...

This is a squat pit in the toilet!

He hates it so much! Zhang Fengwu, Zhang Fengwu, you actually dug down the secret road to other people's buttocks! Fortunately, there is no one in the detective office today, otherwise a piece of shit would have fallen on the head!

He took a sip and cursed in a low voice, "This squat is too big!" Who made me fooled by such an immoral appearance? I wish you to fall into the toilet next time!"

Feng Junyang's current appearance, in his later words, is a "shit man" with yellow and black mixed unknowns all over his body. Later, when Wu Landuo listened to his narration, she couldn't wait to pour out the things in her stomach and said fiercely, "If I see it on the spot, I will let go and don't want you."

This is the later story. Feng Junyang came out of the pit and found that this was a corner of the courtyard. The houses on both sides were empty. It seemed that they had been unable to live for a long time. At a glance, they could see the empty house. There was nothing, just a building opposite, white walls and red tiles, red doors and windows, and rooms were in a separate format. It is not a home suite. It can be seen that there is a sign hanging on the door of each room.

It looks like an office place. Is this the "Jianqing" detective agency? Feng Junyang carefully walked next to the corner of the wall and approached the house. He could clearly hear the noisy voices outside the courtyard, which were curious people watching and pointing out.

Fortunately, it is quiet here, there are no outsiders, and even the door of the quadrangle is closed, as if this is not the scene of the murder, but a secret place that needs to be protected.

Feng Junyang didn't understand that even if Detective Ma committed suicide, the people sent by Ziyang City should come to the autopsy and let his family take the body back and go to the ground for peace. Moreover, this is the Ma family's own private detective house. Why don't you let the son of the deceased come in? It's okay not to let the family members in. Should the people from the investigation team come in? What are you doing outside the door?

He was vaguely uneasy. What's the difference from the fact that Commander Wu blocked the road and traffic in Qianfo Town after the outbreak of the plague in Qianfo Town? Is there any secret of the dead Ma Shiqing?

Now that you are here, you have to figure out the doubts in your heart! At this time, he heard someone shouting outside, "The meal is coming!"

He knew that this was the person arranged by Ma Ben to deliver food to the guards and distract their attention. With a horse running as a cover, Feng Jun was full of confidence and swaggered close to the building.

That's right! He saw the sign hanging at the entrance of the stairs on the first floor at a glance: Jianqing Detective Office, Feng Junyang, good job! He glanced at the signs on the door on the first floor, which were all irrelevant offices: reception, tea, VIP... and VIP. This must be Ma Ben's bad idea!

Ma Shiqing's office should be on the second floor. He rubbed up to the second floor and turned right. The first room was the information office, and the second room was the detective's office!

The door of the detective's office is closed, and the curtains are tightly closed. From the outside, you can't see anything inside. Feng Junyang took a deep breath and smelled the smell on his body. He cheered himself up and then pushed open the door of the detective's office.

The first thing that comes into view is a back to himself. He sat by the window at the other end of the office, where there was a huge black desk. The man, wearing a dark blue coat, sat on a rattan chair in front of the desk, could not see his face clearly. His head was slightly drooped and he sat there motionless.

Feng Jun raised his breath and walked over gently. He was very nervous. There was a strange atmosphere in the room. He felt as if there were several pairs of eyes looking at him in different places, on the ground, on both walls, on the ceiling, and on the man's back...

Da Damn it! Unexpectedly, I didn't ask those three people for guns!

Two steps behind his back, he stood still for a few seconds. His back was still motionless. He looked very much like Ma Shiqing's body... It should be him!

Feng Junyang stepped over and boldly walked to the man. The scene in front of him scared him almost out of his soul!

The man on the rattan chair, two white eyes hung on his face, dripping blood, as if it was still steaming. His nostrils, mouth and ears were bleeding out... Moreover, there was a big blood hole in his forehead.

This person is completely out of sight. Even if Feng Junyang has met Ma Shiqing, he really can't tell whether he is Ma Shiqing or not.

He put his hands between his knees and held a gun in his right hand. On the desk in front of him, there was a thick handwritten book. Feng Junyang took out a rag from under the desk, wiped his hands clean, opened the title page of the book, and wrote two words: Case.

In the middle of the book, there is still a pen. This pen is exactly the same as the pen Feng Junyang and Xiao He used to write their birthdays in the morning. The pen was given by Ma Ben.

By the way, I accidentally saw Ma Ben's shirt pocket with a work permit with the name of the detective and Ma Ben's name, which should have been on the deceased.

He stretched out his hand in the pocket of the deceased's coat and groped out the same work card as Ma Ben: Jianqing Detective, Ma Shiqing.

is Ma Ben's father. Feng Junyang is a little sad. Fortunately, Ma Ben did not come in to see his father's miserable situation. I'm afraid that Ma Ben will never forget his father's appearance for the rest of his life and will become a nightmare in his life. The three strong men on the river asked to help check the scene, saying that the brothers who came in in the morning found that the scene was messy and there were traces of fierce fighting, but looking at it, everything in the office was neat and orderly. Even the cases on the table were not skewed at all, and the pen, ink, paper and ink were neat and paper were neat and messy. Above, not to mention the "marks of fierce fighting". Witnesses and people on the river bank, who is lying?

However, although there was no trace of fighting at the scene, Ma Shiqing was obviously killed! Although he was dug out, his fatal injury was the shot on his forehead, which seemed to be an oncoming bullet. Ma Shiqing was facing one or two glass windows. Feng Junyang walked over and pushed the window, only to find that the windows were nailed and could not be opened at all. The nail head looked rusty, not like it had just been nailed. Of.

Feng Junyang walked back to Ma Shiqing's side again. He felt that something seemed to be wrong and walked around him a few times. The deceased's seven orifices were bleeding. The pale red blood made Feng Junyang instantly find that the blood hole on his forehead only spread half a centimeter of blood stains outward.

If a normal person is shot in the head, his head will inevitably blossom, his flesh and blood will be blurred, and his brain will overflow. But the blood on Ma Shiqing's head did not overflow much.

This shot was made up after his death!

Then the fatal injury is not on this shot.

Is there a gunshot wound elsewhere? Feng Junyang couldn't care so much. He turned Ma Shiqing over and checked his chest and abdomen. After that, there was no gunshot wound on his body.

He got up and moved the rattan chair back. With a tink, something fell to the ground on Ma Shiqing's body.

Feng Junyang picked up that thing. It was a glass bottle the size of the size of a middle finger containing colorless **. Feng Junyang put it away and put it in his pocket.

When he bent down to pick up things, he found that there was no blood on the ground. Although his seven orifices were bleeding, the blood volume was small and did not flow to the ground. The floor was clean, as if it had been cleaned in the morning.