Chapter 247: Regret

"Aiyouyou, aiyouyou..."

"My old waist, it couldn't stand the dampness to begin with. This guy made it so damp."

"Uncomfortable, uncomfortable lying flat, uncomfortable standing straight."

In front of the young nurse, Liu Jinghui complained endlessly.

The young lady in the special care building said very gently: "I'll get you an ibuprofen later. If you're really uncomfortable, take one."

"Ibuprofen is a painkiller, right? Aiya, I'm worried about getting addicted." Liu Jinghui whined: "You don't know, police officers like us often have to follow major cases. We've been injured so many times, we don't dare to use painkillers indiscriminately."

"If you don't usually take painkillers, it doesn't matter if you take a few less ibuprofen, you can be more comfortable. Moreover, ibuprofen is also relatively safe. Among the two commonly used fever-reducing drugs for children's colds and fevers, there is ibuprofen suspension, the form and dosage are a bit different." The nurse helped Liu Jinghui hang the IV, tucked the quilt for him, and said: "You rest well, press the bell if you have anything."

"Okay. Thank you." Liu Jinghui smiled.

"It's nothing, you are all heroes. As people say now, it's all because you are carrying the burden forward." The nurse's voice was soft.

Liu Jinghui watched the young nurse leave.

The ward door closed, and the room returned to silence.

Ten seconds later, a roar was heard: "You pulled out the indwelling needle again! If you pull it out again, I'm going to get! Angry!"

Liu Jinghui turned his head silently. It wasn't one person, and it couldn't be his gentle, virtuous, and beautiful young nurse.

Dong dong.

A knock on the door, Liu Jinghui immediately put away his phone, pinched out his cigarette, fanned it twice, flattened his pillow, lay flat on his side, and let out a cry like a fledgling calling its mother: Aiyouyou...

"We're coming in." Jiang Yuan, Huang Qiangmin, Wei Zhengguo, and others entered the ward carrying fruit baskets.

Liu Jinghui: "Aiyouyou..."

"Director Liu, still uncomfortable?" The corners of Huang Qiangmin's mouth rose to 33.3 degrees, which could be considered a jungle-version of enthusiasm.

When digging out Liu Jinghui, Huang Qiangmin was also very dedicated and hardworking. Not to mention staying up for several days without sleep, he also used his own police dogs and Jiang Yuan, and many expenses were not reimbursed. The effort was not insignificant.

However, after Director Liu was carried out with a smell of urine and washed clean, Huang Qiangmin didn't feel so excited anymore.

The fact is, a police colleague who went missing and was buried is a tragic existence, and sympathy and empathy flowed like a river.

But a living senior police officer from the Provincial Department, this is a bit ordinary, especially a third-class senior police officer, not even a white shirt. Although the rank of deputy division level is high, it also carries the word "deputy," and is officially certified as not special.

Liu Jinghui "aiyouyou" twice more, looked back and saw only Huang Qiangmin, then stopped, sat up at once, and said: "Didn't bring any reporters? I thought there would be cameras."

Huang Qiangmin pretended to go up to help and said busily: "Then don't get up so fast. After all, mobile phones also have cameras. What if someone takes a picture of you?"

"Not necessarily, I'm just cooperating with their work. I'm not asking them for anything. Buried in the mine shaft for only 9 days, and came out in one piece. It's not worth them doing anything for me." Liu Jinghui nodded to the others, opened a pack of cigarettes, handed them out one by one, and said: "Open a window, smoke inside, don't let the smell drift into the corridor, it's easy to get scolded."

Huang Qiangmin took the cigarette and said: "Missing for 10 days, why do you say 9 days again?"

"The day I went missing wasn't when I fell directly into the mine, so officially it's 9 days. Aiya, just don't give me two digits. In the future, when people talk about it, 'Little Liu was buried for several days,' it sounds so pretentious." Liu Jinghui imitated it vividly.

"Not necessarily, not necessarily. Buried for 9 days, a normal person would have died. How difficult it must have been to survive. Let those who don't understand try it. Besides, it's not like it was agreed to be dug out after 9 days. If it weren't for good luck, I would have really folded inside. Who would I reason with then? We are purely lucky, it belongs to surviving a great disaster."

Liu Jinghui gave an "En," but took a deep drag on his cigarette, and then said: "If you want to say it, it's just like that. I also felt that you would definitely be able to find me. I just felt that, at worst, you would find the car, and then you would find me. I didn't expect that guy to throw the car into the mine pit..."

"That's why it's dangerous. These three people buried under the mine shaft, if it were me, I would have been scared to death."

"Aiya, the water wasn't completely cut off, the phone was turned on at a set time, there was still battery, just no food. There was still water, dripping from the top of the mine shaft, just couldn't take a bath. I was worried at the time that the mine shaft would be flooded, that would be troublesome, hahahaha..." Liu Jinghui emphasized the water problem exceptionally.

Huang Qiangmin and the others exchanged looks and expressed their agreement one after another.

After finishing the cigarette, Liu Jinghui looked at Jiang Yuan and smiled: "I heard Old Xu wanted you to go to the Provincial Department, but you didn't go?"

"It wasn't really wanting people, it was just a temporary transfer." Huang Qiangmin emphasized busily: "A temporary transfer has no establishment, so there are no human rights. In a few years, when Xu Taining retires, Jiang Yuan will be sent back and have to start from scratch. That would be a huge loss."

Huang Qiangmin didn't actually need to say the second half of the sentence. Those who understand, understand, and everyone present were all "understanders."

But Huang Qiangmin still had to say it, and emphasized it exceptionally.

Liu Jinghui chuckled and said: "The Provincial Department also has its benefits. At least you know more people, can learn more things, and the subsidies will be a bit higher..."

Huang Qiangmin looked at Liu Jinghui, and the corners of his mouth gradually became peaceful.

"Hahahaha..." Liu Jinghui laughed three times, patted Jiang Yuan on the shoulder, and said: "Just kidding. This time I really want to thank everyone. If it weren't for you, I would have died in the mine shaft."

"We would have found you eventually." Jiang Yuan had actually reviewed this search activity and said: "If we hadn't found the corpse, Director Xu would likely have increased manpower and then taken the vehicles you used as the first priority search target. After searching Zifeng Mountain, or searching almost enough, we would have considered the surrounding mountain terrain and traffic conditions."

Vehicles are large items, burning them would leave traces, and driving them to other places would mean facing cameras at various vehicle checkpoints, making it very easy to expose the driver's identity.

Therefore, if we really couldn't find the car, we would draw a circle within the restricted range of the vehicle checkpoints for screening. Of course, this way of finding a car is also a major project, but with thousands of people, several dogs, and the cooperation of various townships, it should be possible to find it in about a week.

Xu Taining's ability to draw large circles and conduct screening is very recognized. This mode is most afraid of lack of confidence and missing targets. Everything else is just a confrontation of time, resources, and pressure.

Liu Jinghui and Jiang Yuan had similar thoughts, just in different positions, and couldn't help but sigh: "I didn't expect you to find the corpse first..."

"Near the parking lot where the tire was punctured, that mine shaft hadn't been searched carefully." Jiang Yuan said: "It was the only option left."

"When Old Xu gets ruthless, his decisiveness is much stronger than mine." Liu Jinghui nodded silently. With his reasoning ability, he also believed that it was very likely that there were corpses or other evidence in that mine shaft at the time.

But after sending water ghosts down and getting no conclusion, Liu Jinghui ultimately didn't make the decision to pump water and take a look.

Deep down, it wasn't purely because of spending money, but also because it was time-consuming and not elegant.

As a true police officer of the reasoning school, Liu Jinghui believed that he could solve this case in other ways. And he himself didn't need a corpse or multiple corpses to prove his judgment.

His ultimate demand was to arrest the criminal. As for the corpse, once the killer is found, can't you just ask specifically?

Judging from the results, Liu Jinghui wasn't wrong either.

Jiang Yuan and the others found the corpse, but the corpse itself didn't actually provide much information. Instead, the bag containing the corpse pointed them to Fangjin Township.

However, Liu Jinghui didn't need this step at all. He reasoned to the mine mountain near Fangjin Township based on the tire tracks, and he didn't even know it was Fangjin Township.

At least it saved millions in expenses, and it was elegant.

If it weren't for the killer's strong execution ability and a slight advantage in identity, making Liu Jinghui become a "withered flower and defeated willow," this should have been a case example that could be used for teaching materials.

"Aiya..." Liu Jinghui sighed sincerely.

"However, this killer Fu Guangyun is still unwilling to speak, and we haven't found his relationship with Wang Guoshan from before." Jiang Yuan was still quite concerned about this matter.

In fact, Liu Jinghui was originally following the line of Wang Guoshan to Zifeng Mountain to find the corpse. As a result, the corpse wasn't found, he himself was crippled, and in the end, the two lines didn't even merge.

Liu Jinghui was actually very concerned about this matter, but just curled his lips and said: "Don't worry for now. Many death row prisoners are very tough before the second instance. Once they are really sentenced to death, you look again, their psychology will be different."

"I originally thought it would be a relative relationship, at least someone who had intersection in life." Jiang Yuan still looked disappointed.

Liu Jinghui chuckled and said: "The two are so close, yet they committed crimes separately. On the contrary, it's impossible for them to have an intersection in life. Think about it, who can tolerate having a serial killer in their social circle? Serial killers can't tolerate it either."

Jiang Yuan thought carefully, and it was indeed the truth.

A certain type of person is not accepted by society, not only not accepted by social groups outside of them, but in fact, they themselves do not accept such members of society.

It's like a "sea king" (player) cannot accept marrying a "sea queen" (player) as a wife, a gambler cannot lend money to any other gambler, and a drug addict cannot believe the words of another drug addict...

Similarly, when a junior high school dropout becomes a boss, what they think of is not recruiting more employees with low education, but being proud of recruiting employees with high education. Young punks won't be proud because their peers calculate accounts wrong, but will brag, "I know someone who never goes to class, their grades are super good, if it weren't for being hacked during the college entrance examination..."

Even people who are divorced with children don't want to find a partner who is divorced with children when they go on a blind date.

Serial killers won't be happy because one of their relatives or brothers is a serial killer.

That's at least a competitor.

"Don't think too much. After a while, I'll go to the prison and talk to them." Liu Jinghui wasn't someone who was so anxious to find the answer.

On the contrary, he preferred to slowly ponder the taste himself.

This feeling is like eating mantis shrimp. The meat of the mantis shrimp must be thick, the taste must be fresh, the back must be bulging, and the body must be fat, but it cannot be without thorns. Without thorns, just eating the meat, you lose the charm.

For Liu Jinghui, reasoning itself is a very interesting thing. If there is no goal to pursue, then he would rather take his time.

Liu Jinghui chatted with others for a few more sentences. At the end, he held Jiang Yuan's hand again and asked: "Has the autopsy of the corpse in the mine shaft finished? Any discoveries?"

"There is one male corpse, DNA testing was done, and the overlapping corpse close to the autopsy is a sibling relationship. The other 4 corpses are all female." Jiang Yuan said simply: "Now that it has been identified, plus the 4 corpses in the mine shaft, a total of 9 corpses, 1 male and 8 females, and the identities of 5 skeletons have been determined."

"Still 4 skeletons that can't be identified?" Liu Jinghui wasn't surprised, and also quite regretful.

Jiang Yuan nodded slightly and said: "From the perspective of a forensic doctor, it's very difficult to identify them."

"Got it, I'll find Fu Guangyun to ask later." Liu Jinghui sighed.

Most corpses are like this, especially corpses that have turned into bones. Unless DNA can be matched, it requires ground investigation cooperation to be identified.

Like the Wang Guoshan case before, utilizing hundreds of police officers and cooperation from multiple units for screening, it was relatively easy to find the victim's information.

But for Fu Guangyun's murder case, the killer Fu Guangyun has already been brought to justice. Finding the victim's information and comforting the family, although also very important, is ultimately no longer an imminent task, and it is even more impossible to deploy thousands of people for screening, searching, and argumentation.

If they are merchants or tourists from other places, or abducted, trafficked, or lured in other ways, it is even harder to confirm.

In the end, the most likely way to find the victim's identity is probably to ask the killer.

Jiang Yuan was also powerless about this.

In fact, if possible, he would also prefer to confirm the victim's identity.

The legacy given by the deceased has never owed him anything.

Just this time, Jiang Yuan obtained three legacies:

Bricklaying (lv4)

Winter Melon Planting (lv3)

Official Document Writing (lv4)

If possible, Jiang Yuan also wanted to study the remaining corpses clearly. But limited by ability and conditions, it was ultimately time to close the case.

Bidding farewell to Liu Jinghui, and eating hot pot with Huang Qiangmin and others, Jiang Yuan asked for leave and went home directly.

Five days of compensatory leave.

Judging from Huang Qiangmin's generosity, the public security situation in Ningtai is really very relaxed.

Jiang Yuan returned home and even tried to use the three legacies.

Official document writing doesn't need to be rushed. After returning to the police station, there will be plenty of opportunities for it to perform.

Winter melon planting is slightly out of season, but not completely impossible to plant. Jiang Yuan slightly modified a balcony he wrapped up, measured the temperature, and started sowing.

During this period, the bricklaying skill can also be used, which can be said to be very perfect.

As if, reconciled with the world. ===== CHAPTER 248 =====