Retching.
"Officer Zhang, I—uh—"
"Me too—puke!"
The young police officer behind Zhang Donglei suddenly fell against the wall and vomited violently. Even Mr. Zhang, a veteran with rare experience in killing people, stood there blankly, his stomach churning.
When the officer finished retching, their eyes met. The young man leaned against the wall, gasping for breath, "Officer, what should we do?"
The corner of Zhang's mouth twitched. "What do you think? We—we—"
His voice was a little hoarse and the officer patted him on the back. "Contact the Municipal Bureau?"
"Yes, yes, yes! I'll call the downtown police station right away. Go get the buckets..."
"Let Xiao Wang investigate the identity of the deceased, Li Tao check the household registration, Chen Yan investigate the connections, Xu Ming collect fingerprints and footprints, and let Jiang Hua call the forensic team over!"
"hurry up!"
A few minutes later, although Mr. Zhang's face was still pale, he suppressed the feeling of nausea. Twenty minutes later, more police officers arrived at Villa B021. Lei Ming, captain of the Cangli City Criminal Investigation Brigade, smelled a foul odor, wrinkled his nose, and went upstairs angrily.
"Has anyone vomited in here?" he snapped, looking at the bucket outside the bedroom.
Mr. Zhang exchanged glances with his team and nodded reluctantly. "They're new, Ray. First time seeing—"
"Give me some mercy," Ray growled. "You've been a police officer for half your life. Have you forgotten the rules of on-site investigation? Do you think I'll vomit like you?"
He walked to the bedroom door and looked inside.
silence.
Ray swallowed hard, his shoulders shaking. Behind him, two young policemen turned pale, quickly stepped back, and grabbed the buckets prepared by Zhang Jun. Ray stepped back, groping for a cigarette that he could not light, while the two young policemen retched. Mr. Zhang handed over a cup, his hands also shaking.
Ray stuffed the unlit cigarette into his pocket and flung open the window. After a long silence, he finally spoke: "Mr. Zhang, this will be on the news."
Mr. Zhang took a long drag on his crumpled cigarette. "Clear."
Half an hour later, the team gathered.
"Victim information?" Lei roared.
A pale young policeman opened a folder: "Wu Tian, alias Zhang Hui, divorced, living alone, a criminal with a criminal record, was sentenced to five years in prison for human trafficking and was released last April. Three months ago, an unusual transfer occurred: 2 million yuan was transferred to his ex-wife's account, with the note "Buy dolls".
A female police officer added weakly: "His account has been lucky recently. He has won in stocks, cryptocurrencies, and gambling. He started to make a lot of money two months ago. Who was the recipient of the transfer? A 17-year-old boy: Yang Ning."...
Zhongzhou, Airport Expressway.
Yang Ning, a scholar dressed in white, sat in a taxi with his cell phone to his ear.
"Hello? I'm Yang Ning."
"Mr. Yang, I'm Chen Lan, your real estate agent. When will you arrive at Yundu Road?"
"Oh, okay. I'll meet you there early!"
"Well, thank you."
"You're welcome. Goodbye, Mr. Yang!"
Yang Ning hung up the phone and continued to quietly watch the quickly disappearing scenery outside the window. The driver smiled and said, "Little brother, it only takes a few hours and twenty minutes to get to your Cloud City!"
"I've been driving in Zhongzhou for more than 20 years, and I'm very familiar with this road! Don't worry, I promise I can deliver it in an hour and a half at most!"
Yang Ning smiled faintly and said softly: "Okay, thank you Master."
The master laughed out loud: "Haha! You're welcome!"
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