Chapter 693: Lost

Huff.

Huff.

Cui Qishan panted heavily, his arms straight, his feet exerting force, and he persisted for more than ten seconds before the resistance in front suddenly loosened.

Woo...

The front car was freed, made a dull roar, and stuffed a lump of mud into Cui Qishan's mouth.

Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey...

Cui Qishan spat several times, still full of the taste of fresh mud and the foul smell of tires in his mouth.

"Captain Cui, get in the car." Xiao Si, who came with him, was too lazy to comfort him. When he was in the Seventh Brigade before, although people were annoyed by him and not recognized, no one annoyed him.

Where is it like now, after being kicked to Cui Qishan, the work is heavier day by day, and now he is on a long business trip. Thinking about the suffering he endured, the captain eating shit wouldn't relieve his hatred.

"Give me a bottle of water." Cui Qishan got into the car with his head covered, his mouth feeling as uncomfortable as mixing cement.

"I drank it; do you want it?" Xiao Si handed out a bottle of Nongfu Spring.

"Who else has water?" Cui Qishan asked again.

Li Jiang: "Mine is drunk."

Wang Chao: "Mine is also drunk."

Both handed out the Nongfu Spring in their pockets.

Seeing this, Xiao Si also handed out his Nongfu Spring.

Cui Qishan looked down at the three bottles of water, looked up at the three people, and didn't know whose smell was lighter.

Before noon.

The battle-damaged Santana, which had been tested for a long time, unloaded a nest of people at the entrance of Zhanggang Village.

Cui Qishan got out of the car for the first time, his face sinking as if he were about to vomit immediately.

"Captain Cui, persist for a while." Xiao Si didn't say wind-cool words; he just asked his superior to be stronger.

"Won't die." Cui Qishan hummed, wiped the corners of his mouth, looked back at the broken car, and said: "The car I sat in when I was a child was not much better than this."

Li Jiang smiled: "Maybe it's the same one."

Cui Qishan rubbed his hand string, recited "cannot hit people" several times, and gradually calmed his emotions.

The beads were old mountain sandalwood, not expensive, but sent by Jiang Yuan's master, Wu Jun. Compared to Jiang Yuan, Wu Jun was clearly more like an elder with both teeth and virtue. Cui Qishan also liked this string very much, especially this time, every time he was carsick or almost angry, smelling it, or even pinching it tightly, would make Cui Qishan feel more comfortable.

"This village is poor enough."

Li Jiang jumped a few times on the spot and observed the surroundings again.

Zhanggang Village, Balitang Township, Ding'an County, Shu Province—this address didn't sound very wealthy.

"Poverty-stricken village, those who don't go out to work basically just collect the minimum living allowance money. They don't lack food, but they don't eat well." The local police officer drilled out of the driver's seat of the battle-damaged car, holding his waist and swaying.

"It's not easy." Cui Qishan muttered and asked: "Where is Zhang Lizhen's home?"

"The village chief will be here soon." The local police officer was also stationed in the township, and he didn't know much about the situation in the village.

Several people looked for people and looked for people, and finally found Zhang Lizhen's home high and low.

Pushing open the door, the first thing that entered the nose was the strong smell of alcohol.

Looking at the large courtyard, it was full of beer bottles, white liquor bottles...

A few old men and women who were watching the fun passed by with stools, also covering their noses, and said: "Drunk to death, right? Are you here to collect the corpse?"

The village chief drove people away, and then roared: "Uncle. The police are looking for you."

The village chief was in his forties and was still the younger generation who stayed in the village. He shouted, then turned his head and said: "My uncle's foot was injured and it hurts a lot, so he loves to drink. Now that he has the money sent by his daughter, he easily gets drunk."

While speaking, the village chief pushed open the door, turned on the light, and went into the room. After a while, he pulled out a stumbling little old man.

Just looking at his drunken appearance, Cui Qishan had already guessed why he didn't report it to the police.

"Wear the law enforcement recorder well." Cui Qishan first tidied up his appearance, opened the law enforcement recorder, introduced himself step by step, and asked:

"When was the last time you contacted your daughter?"

"How much money does she send you each time?"

"Has she always been sending money?"

Cui Qishan asked one question after another, paying special attention to observing the other party's expressions and actions.

One of the benefits of face-to-face questioning is that it is easy to judge whether the other party is lying.

Of course, drunk to the appearance of Zhang Bao, lying couldn't be covered up at all. He also had no intention of lying; basically, he answered every question.

As the questioning deepened, Zhang Bao sobered up a bit, and then remembered to ask: "Where is my daughter? How is my daughter?"

"It's not certain yet." Cui Qishan didn't answer directly.

Although the police had identified the victim as Zhang Lizhen, the DNA collected here hadn't been sent over, and the report hadn't come out, so it still couldn't be 100% certain.

Another thing, Cui Qishan had to complete Zhang Bao's transcript first. Frankly speaking, Zhang Bao also had the possibility of being the murderer.

Zhang Bao realized something more or less, wiped his face with the cold water in the courtyard, and began to become sober, answering more and more seriously:

"She called me before, saying she was going to travel abroad or something, go out for three years, and she would be promoted when she came back. The money would be more."

"She gave me 10,000 yuan at that time. I said it didn't need that much..."

"Yes... gave me a new mobile phone number, saying that I had to change my mobile phone number when I went out, and the phone bill for this number would be cheaper."

"I called once, and the phone didn't get through. She said it was transnational or something... Last time... last time it was two months ago, she just said a few words, just saying she was very busy..."

Cui Qishan asked while exchanging expressions with Xiao Si and others.

Xiao Si, who was responsible for making the transcript, took the time to record the time points of the calls mentioned by Zhang Bao on the side. It was easy to see that after the victim died, the call contact between Zhang Bao and his daughter continued.

Although they only communicated once every month or two, each time it was only one or two minutes, or even dozens of seconds, Zhang Bao obviously didn't find any flaws.

Even, in the past six months, this kind of communication had been going on, just changing a mobile phone number.

Cui Qishan frowned. This was too scary, and why was the murderer so painstaking, and for what?

A normal murderer shouldn't it be digging a hole and burying the corpse?

You still contact the victim's father?

I guess it's using AI voice; similar fraud cases are becoming more and more frequent.

But this is also simple to say and difficult to do. Having this ability to engage in fraud is enough; killing people doesn't match.

Furthermore, you have to call once every period of time, you have to change your mobile phone number, and you even gave money. Just digging a hole and burying it won't work?

The transcript was soon done.

To put it nicely, Zhang Bao is a clumsy middle-aged man. To put it realistically, Zhang Bao is a stupid, confused, and selfish alcoholic man, and the clues he can provide are also limited.

"Do you have anything to add?" Cui Qishan began to enter the ending process.

Zhang Bao shook his head: "No."

"Is what you said true?"

"True."

"Take a look at this record, is it consistent with what you said?"

Zhang Bao: "I... don't know so many words."

"You read it to him." Cui Qishan sighed.

According to the regulations, the transcript must be read by the other party from beginning to end, and then signed, usually writing something like "I have read the above transcript, and it is consistent with what I said."

But if the other party doesn't know words, or doesn't know many words, the police officer must read it to the other party line by line. Finally, write "The above transcript has been read to me, and it is consistent with what I said."

This work is a bit tiring. Xiao Si read until his mouth was full of white foam, and he kept picking up the cup to drink water.

Zhang Bao was still a bit embarrassed, taking the time to say in a low voice: "Sorry, there are no young people in the village, otherwise let them read it to me."

Xiao Si nodded.

Zhang Bao said again: "When Chunfang was here before, she could also help, but she was also lost. Ya'er was also lost."

Cui Qishan, who was distracted, frowned: "What does 'also lost' mean? Did they go to other places?"

"Anyway, they can't be found, no news. Several girls in the village are like this. I am prepared." Zhang Bao sighed long.

Cui Qishan sat up straight and said to Li Jiang beside him for the first time: "Go to the car and get the equipment. Let's chat with the village chief here again." ===== CHAPTER 694 =====