Chapter 633: Pig Head Meat

National Forensic Medicine, Main Text Volume, Chapter 662: Pig Head Meat. Latest website: Xinghe Electronics Factory.

Xia Liucheng followed the team, moving forward step by step.

The sun was scorching, and there was no shade over the heads of the people in the queue. The queue was very crowded, the aisle was very narrow, and although the group of people didn't quite touch each other, the irritability in the heat wave was also unbearable.

The work uniform Xia Liucheng wore was soaked through. He wanted to take it off, but he wasn't wearing an undershirt inside, so he could only unbutton a few more buttons to dissipate heat, while using the towel he brought to wipe sweat and then fan himself.

"What are you doing? Acting like a hooligan? Button up your clothes." A female administrator walked over from the air-conditioned room next to her.

Xia Liucheng curled his lips: "In such hot weather, who has the energy to act like a hooligan? You should at least provide a sun umbrella."

The female manager wasn't overly tough, changing the subject: "There is air conditioning in the room, and cold drinks. If you are willing to come, just come in with me."

"I'm not going." Xia Liucheng was in the queue to resign. Ever since a phone call came from his hometown, Fangxia Village, two days ago, his emotions had become more tense day by day, and today he simply resigned.

However, in the current electronics factory, there are many people resigning and few people joining. Many young people often have to resign in a few days, and those who can work for a few months are considered old employees.

To reduce the number of resignations, the electronics factory's approach isn't to raise wages or increase benefits, but to use various means to set obstacles. For example, now, the long queue under the scorching sun tires out a large group of people in minutes. Those who can't hold on either give up resigning or just run away, not even wanting their wages.

Not only that, people like the female supervisor specifically lure resigning employees to rest. Those who can't stand it will leave the queue to blow air conditioning in the air-conditioned room next door and drink a free bottle of iced cola. But once they do this, they have to queue again to resign, and many people just give up.

Xia Liucheng's determination to resign couldn't be firmer.

He is a murderer!

What is a mere bottle of iced cola? The money he took when he killed his distant uncle's family years ago could buy a warehouse of cola.

It's a pity he spent it all.

If he had endured it back then and bought a house, it would have been fine.

Xia Liucheng recalled, feeling a bit regretful.

Now, he only had a little over a thousand yuan left. Fortunately, he could still get some wages after resigning, then find a place to rent a small house, and could even not work for a while, staying in to play games for a few months. By hiding his name and identity for a while, he thought the wind would pass.

Although the police checked palm prints last time and didn't find him in the end, Xia Liucheng also broke into a cold sweat because of this.

That time, he saw that he couldn't avoid it. After thinking about it, he wore gloves and couldn't have left any so-called palm prints, so he plucked up the courage to participate in the palm print comparison. The final result was indeed that no one was caught.

A few days ago, Xia Liucheng even specifically recalled that moment, feeling that he was truly wise and brave!

It's a pity that this kind of homicide case involving murder cannot and dare not be boasted about outside. A few times, Xia Liucheng drank alcohol and almost blurted out the truth, which scared him so much that he rarely drank alcohol later, and only drank a little beer.

The most regrettable thing is that Xia Liucheng didn't find a girlfriend because of this. Where are the women who "like men who don't drink"? They are all guys who don't know how to appreciate!

"Forget it, I'm going to drink cola." A worker who was queuing behind Xia Liucheng suddenly threw the towel in his hand and turned into the air-conditioned room.

Influenced by him, a few more people gave up.

Xia Liucheng curled his lips, guessing that this person was a "scab" arranged by the factory. He didn't pay much attention to it; there were many strange things in the factory. He had changed several factories in the past year and was used to it.

"Hey, where are you planning to change to?" The two people in front of him whispered.

"Go to Juxin and see? They say 28 an hour."

"Dogs don't even go to Juxin. They have to wear dust-free suits."

"It's 28! If you work for a month, you might be able to earn over 10,000 a month!"

"You haven't worked there. That dust-free suit is uncomfortable to death. Not only is it hot to wear, you can't even scratch an itch, going to the toilet is troublesome, and you don't dare to drink much water, otherwise you have to hold your urine. You want to ask for leave to go to the toilet, it's not like you can ask whenever you want. Do you know what's the most uncomfortable? It's inconvenient to talk. You want to chat with the person next to you, but it's not comfortable. In the end, no one on the line is willing to talk. It's more suffocating than being in jail."

Xia Liucheng's heart moved. The dust-free suit wraps the whole body, so you can't see the face clearly. It's better not to talk, so as not to have people around asking questions, and finally being recognized by the accent.

He had two purchased ID cards in his hand, both sold to him by workers who had run away. They weren't a full set, but they were barely enough to enter a factory.

Xia Liucheng decided to use this as a backup plan, or simply live near the Juxin factory, stay in while he still had savings, and when the money was spent, go to Juxin to work for two months, then come back and stay for half a year. He estimated that the matter would pass.

Xia Liucheng thought so, and his mood improved. He didn't feel hot queuing anymore.

Queuing from the morning until the afternoon, the queue had a trend of moving. At this time, the number of people queuing had already been reduced by half.

The personnel department, which didn't do human things, walked to the end of the queue, directly pulled up the gate at the back, and then set up a sign, asking those who came later to please come early tomorrow.

Naturally, they would have to queue for such a long time tomorrow.

A conflict was inevitable. Several people from the personnel department surged out with the security guards. This kind of thing happened every few days, and they were used to it.

Xia Liucheng was tall and big, but he lowered his head and specifically didn't look over there.

He had things to do now and didn't dare to cause trouble again. Otherwise, as long as the police station came to check the ID, he wouldn't be able to solve the problem with just detention.

It was hard to queue to himself, and after a while of nagging, Xia Liucheng took the wages of less than two weeks and silently walked out of the factory gate.

The sky was getting dark.

Xia Liucheng ate a bowl of knife-cut noodles outside the factory, wiped his mouth, and walked back to the rental house.

On the way, Xia Liucheng saw a braised meat shop and couldn't help but stop. He walked over and said: "Boss, give me two jin of pig head meat, don't cut it."

"Don't cut it? Okay." The boss responded.

Xia Liucheng said "Hmm," almost talking to himself: "I'm using it for a memorial."

"Then I'll wipe the zero for you." The boss was very good at doing business.

Xia Liucheng thanked him, took the pig head meat, and said to the boss: "It's for my uncle. My uncle was very good to me when he was alive. It's a pity."

"My condolences." The boss said.

Xia Liucheng nodded: "There's no way. Someone was too short of money and asked him to borrow money, but he wouldn't lend it. As a result, someone broke into the bedroom and, without further ado, killed everyone. Sigh... If he had lent the money, wouldn't it have been fine?"

The boss shook his head: "Nowadays, when people borrow money, how many are willing to pay it back? By then, they will either default on the debt or find some reason to continue borrowing money. By then, whether to lend or not, if you don't lend, wouldn't you be killed without further ado?"

Xia Liucheng raised his head abruptly, stared, and said: "People have a difficult time. When you lend money to him when he is difficult, he passes it, and he can always find a way to pay it back. Even if he can't pay it back, he won't lose his life."

"What kind of difficult thing is it to reach the point of killing?" The boss chopped half a pig ear, put it in a bag, handed it to Xia Liucheng, and said: "This is free, I'm giving it as a gift."

Xia Liucheng's eyes softened. He took the bag, sighed, and said: "Boss, you are a good person. You don't know, when the debt collectors really come to the door, it's really a matter of life."

"Every family has its own difficult scriptures to read. I also borrowed money for my daughter to go to school before. Now it's actually about the same. I opened this shop, and the transfer fee is more than 100,000." The boss saw people every day and felt that Xia Liucheng's eyes were wrong. He held a knife in one hand and chatted about family affairs in the other.

Xia Liucheng nodded silently and turned to leave.

The boss breathed a sigh of relief, locked the door for the first time, and turned to his wife who heard the sound: "The people staying in this factory area are terrified. I'll find a sucker later and transfer the shop."

Downstairs of the rental house in Jinglin New Village.

Mu Zhiyang leaned against a tree, bored, scrolling through his phone.

He came on a business trip with two police officers from the Zhengguang Bureau. When Huang Qiangmin sold people, he sold the Cold Case Task Force together, so the bitter work of business trips naturally couldn't all be borne by the "party father." Furthermore, for the criminal police of Jiang Yuan's Cold Case Task Force, what difference could a business trip to Jingcheng make compared to a business trip to any other city?

Mu Zhiyang didn't expect that his first appearance in the Zhengguang Bureau would happen at this very moment.

It was said to be late, but it was fast. When Xia Liucheng carried the pig head meat and saw the two police officers downstairs of the rental house, his first reaction was to turn around and run.

He seemed to have practiced this action thousands of times, or rather, he had practiced it thousands of times in his mind, so Xia Liucheng used it for the first time.

His most valuable belongings were all on him. As long as he ran away, he would live a life of hiding his name and identity.

At the same time, Mu Zhiyang, who was wearing a police uniform and scrolling through his phone, and another criminal police officer were all a bit stunned.

At that very moment, Mu Zhiyang didn't even think about it. While taking two steps forward, his right hand pulled back, his right shoulder turned to the right, his body was sideways to Xia Liucheng, and then he threw his Huawei at Xia Liucheng without hesitation.

The criminal police officer who came with him had just started to move. He only heard a "thump," and his colleague had already thrown the "Third Class Merit" to the ground.

In the time it took to stumble and fall again, the two criminal police officers had already pounced on him.

Xia Liucheng was pressed down. He was stunned for a moment, then struggled desperately. While arching his body, he grabbed the bag of pig head meat and cried out: "Uncle, Uncle, why are you so stupid? Why are you so stupid!"

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