Chapter 267: The Blood-Colored Sunset

Everyone present stopped eating the meat and just looked at Wan Baoming.

Wan Baoming put down his phone, suppressed his excited heart, trembling hands, and fluttering little toes, just pursed his lips and said, "The police officers screening just arrived at a household that bought a large amount of charcoal to inquire and found that the other party's emotions were abnormal, and they couldn't explain the use of the charcoal... The search found human tissue..."

"The case... is broken just like that?" The first to ask was Wang Chuanxing.

This isn't how he expected the case to be solved; this thing doesn't conform to the criminal investigation textbooks he has read.

Liu Jinghui was even more unable to keep up with the rhythm. He held a meat skewer in his hand, not knowing whether to throw it away, and asked again, "What is the situation now?"

"That... maybe the murderer has been found?" Wan Baoming finally forcibly added a question mark; he had spoken too definitively, how should the latter part be told?

Liu Jinghui silently looked at the meat skewer and silently stuffed it back into his mouth.

Wan Baoming gave a dry laugh: "That... Director Liu, why don't we go to the scene to take a look first?"

"You go. There's no need for me to go; the case has nothing to do with me." Liu Jinghui ate two bites of meat, wiped his mouth, and said, "Jiang Yuan roasted it quite well, and the flavor has also gone in."

Jiang Yuan was also a bit embarrassed and said, "Director Liu, this counts as an unexpected surprise... Anyway, since we're here, let's go over and find out if there is any other evidence, guaranteed to send him to the death penalty."

"Killing and burning the body, eight or nine times out of ten, it's the death penalty." Liu Jinghui said, but still put down the meat skewer and followed along.

The criminal's villa was on a small hillside a few hundred meters away.

The Jingling complex was built against the mountain, and the villas were also distributed in layers, with green belts and trees shielding them in the middle to protect privacy.

Many households even planted bamboo themselves and built pavilions, so that the life inside the courtyard, and even the smoke, could not be seen.

When Jiang Yuan, Liu Jinghui, and the others arrived, nearly a hundred people had already arrived inside and outside the villa.

Fortunately, there were members of the elite team commanding at the scene, and from time to time someone would shout to protect the scene, which made people feel a little more at ease.

At the same time, three or four cameras also entered.

Don't look at the fact that there are law enforcement recorders now; the role of cameras cannot be underestimated, especially their characteristic of pointing wherever they are aimed, which is still very necessary. And the recording of some scenes, especially comprehensive recording, will reduce disputes during the later trial process.

Jiang Yuan distributed gloves, masks, and other items to Liu Jinghui and the others on the spot, and they entered the villa in order.

Backyard.

A charcoal grill with a smoking function appeared in front of everyone.

The so-called smoking function means that in addition to the normal functions of the grill, a large furnace was hung next to the grill, inside which fruit wood charcoal or the like could be placed, with a flue connected in the middle, using low-temperature smoking to make food.

At this time, the grill had just stopped working, but inside the opened iron lid, half a charred leg hung, which was nauseating.

"We were searching outside, and you actually dared to continue burning the body?" Wan Baoming was both shocked and angry; this arrogance was too much.

The criminal suspect, who was handcuffed and held by two people to identify the crime scene, looked indifferent and said, "Otherwise? Wait until the meat stinks, won't you still be able to smell it?"

"You..." Wan Baoming didn't know whether to praise his answer for being good or to scold him.

Tang Jia listened to their conversation, and seeing the scene inside the furnace, suddenly felt nauseous, turned around, found a trash can, and started vomiting.

Wan Baoming didn't say anything, turned around and asked someone next to him: "How did he avoid the previous screening?"

"Every household here has a barbecue grill in the backyard." The police officer who was asked cleared himself: "The screening said it was a cremator, which needs to reach 1000 degrees, at least 800 degrees. His kind of barbecue grill can't even reach four or five hundred degrees..."

"Does he have other heating and barbecue equipment?" Wan Baoming asked.

"Yes, there is an ultra-high-temperature steak grill in his kitchen. Look, it has already been moved out. It weighs 12 kilograms, but it can only hold a few kilograms of meat... objects. We didn't find this thing before... everyone didn't recognize it either." The police officer was quite helpless.

Wan Baoming understood as soon as he looked over. This was a rectangular vertical device, made entirely of stainless steel, with a vertical slot in the middle for placing steaks.

The buttons and instructions on the device were all in English, and it was plugged in and placed in the kitchen. The police officer who saw it probably didn't think in that direction.

Moreover, its volume was too small, which did not meet the standards of a cremator.

Who could have imagined that the suspect in this case was such a patient pervert, willing to decompose a body bit by bit.

And the function of this device should be for crushing bones.

The body was first roasted in charcoal fire, using a large amount of charcoal, burned until almost only bones were left, then crushed, refilled into the ultra-high-temperature steak grill, burned until completely carbonized, and then crushed again...

Wan Baoming asked the criminal suspect again: "Have you discarded all the burnt bones? Where did you discard them? What other ways of disposal are there?"

Facing the messy backyard, the criminal suspect looked at Wan Baoming with calm emotions, suddenly smiled, and asked: "If I tell you, what benefits will you give me?"

Wan Baoming waved his hand and said to the police officer who was escorting him: "Take him back."

For this kind of criminal, if he is willing to talk, then let him talk to his heart's content, but if he starts negotiating conditions or enters a state of confrontation, then it is not easy to break his defense line. Wan Baoming would not conduct an interrogation in such a place at such a time.

Liu Jinghui sighed at this time and said: "Well, the case is broken, I'll go back..."

His voice was a little low. Although he was in Changyang City and there hadn't been any cases recently, running over here only to see the case broken, this process inevitably made people feel a bit uncomfortable.

Jiang Yuan hurriedly said: "Don't be in a hurry, Director. This case didn't just end. That... actually, there was no clue at all, there was no clue to solve the case, it was purely a blind cat bumping into a dead mouse..."

"That's also because you tried enough times and collected enough comprehensive clues to try it out." Liu Jinghui is very familiar with the case-handling methods of the criminal police team below and said without surprise: "Solving a case through meticulous thinking and piercing to the essence is the most perfect, but few people can do it, and besides, no one pursues this anymore."

"Are you resting recently?" Jiang Yuan asked suddenly.

Liu Jinghui hesitated for two seconds, said "En," and said: "It's rare that I'm allowed to take time off, so I'll accompany my wife and children."

"Ah, that's really, disturbing you..."

"It's okay, my wife took the children home." Liu Jinghui waved his hand and said: "Normal quarrels. She saw me at home every day and was a bit unaccustomed to it, so she deliberately found fault to quarrel."

Several veteran criminal police officers nearby nodded one after another:

"Taking time off for too long is not conducive to family harmony."

"I also found fault to quarrel once, otherwise I would feel uncomfortable all over."

"I stayed at home for three days, and my dog started to dislike me."

Hearing so many voices with similar interests, a smile couldn't help but appear on Liu Jinghui's face.

The police force has this one good point: everyone's work, life, future destiny, and life interests are almost the same.

Moreover, the main situation of the police force in a province is almost the same. Of course, this refers to criminal police; other types of police have their own models.

Jiang Yuan watched several technicians collect evidence and organize physical evidence, but did not step forward to help.

The investigation work of this case is basically over. Next, it will be sent for inspection and then prosecuted. Unless there is a request for supplementary investigation in the middle, otherwise, there is nothing for the police station to do.

And Jiang Yuan, as a forensic doctor from another place, didn't want to touch the evidence when the case was already broken. If not handled well, he would have to fill out reports and the like, which would easily cause a bunch of things for himself.

Jiang Yuan looked at Liu Jinghui and said: "Director Liu, the Changyang City Criminal Police Detachment called me over to work on cold cases. If you have nothing to do, why don't we do it together?"

Liu Jinghui was stunned: "This... doesn't quite conform to the procedure."

Jiang Yuan smiled: "Let Captain Yu go through the procedure. He's probably willing too."

"Hmm..." Liu Jinghui hesitated for a moment and said: "I still have a week of time off."

"Waiting for your wife to come back?"

"Forget it, if I stay at home, my wife and children will have no home to return to." Liu Jinghui asked: "What other cases are there?"

"Let you pick first." Jiang Yuan carried forward the style.

He now wants to solve a few more cases to push the progress of the task forward properly.

Liu Jinghui was infected by him and also laughed: "Alright, then I'll work on cases with you for a week first."

At this time, Tang Jia, who had vomited until the sky was dark and the earth was dim, stood up holding a pillar, and when he looked up, he saw Jiang Yuan and Liu Jinghui, with their backs to the blood-colored sunset, laughing happily.

"Is it the end of the world?" Tang Jia asked murmuringly.

Wei Zhengguo said: "For some people, it should be." ===== CHAPTER 268 =====

"Is it the end of the world?" Tang Jia asked, muttering.

Wei Zhengguo said, "For some people, I suppose it is."