Chapter 197: Armor

Zhangshan Town.

This is a traditional town in Qinghe City, with two streets forming a cross. It was like this 40 years ago, and it is still like this today.

Even to say, compared to 20 years ago, today's Zhangshan Town is more depressed.

Half of the storefronts on the street are closed. The open shops are also the appearance of twenty or thirty years ago.

Jiang Yuan and others walked to the front of a small supermarket and went inside to check. The feeling given by the curtain was 20 years ago.

It's like time solidified here, and it was made old, but no one collected it, and it couldn't be sold.

"Boss, do you have a backyard?" Mu Zhiyang asked seriously with no expression on his face.

Selling smiles at this time, there are plenty of places to sell smiles later.

The supermarket owner in the small town didn't look like he was easy to talk to. He looked at the police walking all over the street and asked: "What are you looking for?"

"If you really want to ask, let's make an inquiry record." Mu Zhiyang took out the record book with a slap.

"There is a backyard, you can go and see." The owner waved his hand hurriedly.

"Is there three-phase electricity?" Mu Zhiyang went in and looked along the wires.

What they are looking for is actually not the perpetrator, but the place where the perpetrator dismembered the corpse.

The so-called "the monk can run, but the temple cannot run," the place of dismemberment must be closely related to the perpetrator. Especially for cases where the dismemberment is very detailed, the perpetrator will only do so in a place he considers safe and where he has strong self-control.

Because this is something that requires time and physical strength.

If you do it halfway and are seen by someone, you can't explain it clearly. You can't be like the suspect in a certain case, saying "I dismembered the person, but I didn't kill him... I woke up in the morning and found my husband dead. Maybe I took too many sleeping pills last night..."

Therefore, dismemberment basically happens in a single-family scene.

If it is a house shared with others, even if it is an independent bathroom, it will not be used for dismemberment, at least not for detailed dismemberment. If there is an expert here, it can be argued that the higher the house price-to-income ratio, the higher the average quality of people, and the lower the proportion of dismemberment.

Jiang Yuan followed into the supermarket backyard and didn't see any equipment or places suitable for dismemberment.

Mu Zhiyang still asked two questions: "Do you have a chainsaw here... axe... take a look..."

One family after another, the progress was very slow, quite boring.

Jiang Yuan followed silently to watch.

In essence, Jiang Yuan was very disgusted with similar investigations.

This is like the exhaustive method in mathematics, and there is no beauty at all.

You just look at them one by one, count them one by one.

The biggest crisis in the whole thing is that the scope is wrong, and the biggest mistake is missing!

And the most difficult place is that it is almost impossible for you to successfully make a perfect inspection.

Now, the decision-making power seems to be handed over to fate. As everyone knows, it is the most unreliable thing.

Adjacent to the small supermarket is a fly restaurant, and adjacent to it is a shop selling fly medicine and rat poison. Then there are several empty storefronts.

The weather that can dry the reservoir made the police officers who were investigating quickly feel hot and dry all over.

Another criminal police officer who was with him couldn't help but mutter: "So many shops, none of them have air conditioning. How can there be guests without air conditioning? Who can sit and eat in this weather."

"Can't bear it." A police assistant from the town police station said: "People here sell a bowl of noodles, and they don't necessarily earn back the air conditioning fee."

"Hey, it's worse than us... I'll go get some water." The heat made people feel that talking was a waste of saliva. Fortunately, the Municipal Bureau provided a large amount of mineral water, which was set up directly on both sides of the road.

Jiang Yuan, Mu Zhiyang, and the police assistant from the town police station continued to walk, and said: "Age is actually a good entry point. The perpetrator of this case must first have the ability to kill and transport corpses. The body shape and weight of several victims are not small."

"Didn't he cut it open?"

"You can't dismember the corpse on the spot." Jiang Yuan said, and came to the agricultural machinery professional cooperative in front.

The door was locked, and the phone number was posted on the door head.

The police assistant directly patted the door and shouted: "Old Wang! Old Wang!"

After shouting several times, he heard a response from inside: "Coming, sleeping..."

The door opened, and you could smell a smell of machine oil, and also the smell of pesticides and the like.

There were several machines in the shop, looking like they had been tidied up, and they were quite old.

"What are you doing today?" The owner was about forty or fifty years old, which was considered young among the ordinary residents of Zhangshan Town.

His body should also be quite strong. The multi-pocket work clothes worn on his body, the screwdriver that could be taken out by reaching out, was more powerful than an ordinary fruit knife.

"What are you doing?" The police assistant asked back.

The owner said: "Preparing to go out. Tidy up."

The police assistant turned his head to Jiang Yuan and Mu Zhiyang and said: "This family rents agricultural machinery, has cars, water pumps, threshers, etc..."

Mu Zhiyang raised his vigilance slightly, put his hand on the holster, and said: "We are from the Qinghe Municipal Bureau... What is your name?"

While asking, he looked at the other party with the eyes of a policeman.

Among the shops visited today, this one was the most consistent with the suspect's characteristics.

"Wang Guoshan. It's my shop." The owner smiled, and the skin exposed to the sun was full of the hardships of life.

"How many people in the shop?"

"Just me."

"Such a big shop, just you?"

"I rent agricultural machinery. If someone wants to use it, I drive it over to work for them. Now I can't afford to hire anyone."

Seeing that the owner answered fluently and didn't have too nervous emotions, Mu Zhiyang relaxed a bit and said: "The labor cost now is indeed fierce... We'll take a look at the backyard, is it okay?"

Wang Guoshan said: "It's messy in the back..."

"Must look over." The police assistant persuaded: "We'll leave after looking."

The shops on this street are all similar, with the shop in front and the courtyard and residence in the back.

Wang Guoshan didn't hesitate for too long, and took the three into the backyard.

The backyard was paved with cement. There were three flat houses in front, and a color steel room on the right, where a tractor with large wheels was parked.

The courtyard was tidied up relatively cleanly, unlike what the owner said, and unlike the previous families who had traces of living.

Jiang Yuan couldn't help but ask: "You don't live here usually, right? Where is your home?"

"Live with my wife."

"Where is that?"

"You don't know, a small place." Wang Guoshan smiled.

The police assistant had an impression of him and said: "Old Wang is a son-in-law from Jianjiang, and there are quite a lot of rules over there."

Mu Zhiyang was startled, turned around, put his hand on the holster again, and asked: "Where in Jianjiang?"

Wang Guoshan's eyes swept over Mu Zhiyang's gun and said: "Lichang Town, Jianjiang."

The police assistant here came from the police station and didn't know the specific case. Mu Zhiyang almost drew his gun.

At this time, the police assistant followed the previous order and opened his mouth: "Do you have a cutting machine here?"

"No cutting machine."

"What about an oil saw?"

"Oil saw... there is an oil saw. Sometimes it's for chopping mountains for people. I'll show you." Wang Guoshan said, turned around, and walked to the carport.

Mu Zhiyang was stunned for a moment, then reacted quickly and shouted: "Stand still!"

Wang Guoshan didn't listen, but accelerated into the carport and climbed onto the tractor.

Mu Zhiyang drew his gun fiercely, pointed at Wang Guoshan and shouted: "Stand still, otherwise I'll shoot, stand still!"

Wang Guoshan started the tractor, and the speed was extremely fast.

Mu Zhiyang hesitated again and again, until Wang Guoshan's tractor started, and then he fired a shot into the sky.

Bang.

The crisp sound didn't know how many police officers' attention it attracted.

Woo...

Wang Guoshan drove the tractor and rushed straight at Mu Zhiyang.

Mu Zhiyang separated his legs slightly, held the gun with both hands, and pointed at Wang Guoshan.

"Don't kill anyone." Jiang Yuan reminded hurriedly.

Mu Zhiyang actually knew that in this situation, shooting Wang Guoshan to death would only make things worse.

So, he fired a shot into the sky again, pointing the gun at the tractor's cockpit, trying to force the other party to stop.

Wang Guoshan didn't even look, stepped on the accelerator to the end and rushed over.

At this moment, Mu Zhiyang was like an infantryman blocking an armored vehicle with his flesh and blood.

Jiang Yuan pulled him back.

And Wang Guoshan viciously shifted the car head, letting the tractor's wheels sweep over Mu Zhiyang's calves.

Then, the tractor directly hit the iron gate of the backyard and ran to the outside of the town.

Mu Zhiyang made a "ah" shout after the fact.

The criminal police officer who went to get water and lost at least a third-class merit calculated the time and caught up, and then looked at the mess on the ground, a bit dumbfounded. ===== CHAPTER 198 =====