Chapter 1945

Zhao Junbo's rhetoric has indeed brought new ideas to everyone's investigation.

Of course, these are all within the scope of Gu Chen's consideration. Gu Chen has indeed thought about how someone would go to great lengths to steal a corpse buried in the wilderness, and clean up the scene without leaving any traces.

Obviously, the other party didn't want the police to know who the body was?

Taking a deep breath, Gu Chen also looked up at Zhao Junbo in front of him, and said slowly:

"We suspect that there were two individuals who knew about the exhumation of the body and that these individuals may have been accomplices."

"Partner?" Hearing Gu Chen's remarks, Zhao Junbo was a little puzzled, and stretched out his hand and said, "Comrade policeman, can you be more careful?"

Gu Chen nodded slightly: "Let's put it this way, we now suspect that the person who left clues of the ghost king's picture on the coffin is the deceased Yuan Jialiang."

"As for Yuan Jialiang, there is another person. Both of them seem to know the truth about the fire that year."

"Or, the fire 15 years ago was actually related to two people, but Yuan Jialiang seems to have conflicts with another person."

"I want to make this public, so when the other party moved the corpse away, they deliberately carved ghost heads on the coffin, in order to provide us with clues for the police."

"So this can also explain why the person who left us clues didn't report directly to the police station, but used this cryptic method to provide clues."

"Because this person may have participated in the crime back then, so he didn't dare, but either his conscience could not bear it, or some other reason, which led this person to come up with this method."

"It seems interesting." Hearing what Gu Chen said, Zhao Junbo also nodded frequently, and then said:

"However, if the person who provided you with clues is the Yuan Jialiang from Hubei Province you mentioned just now, then Yuan Jialiang may have accomplices here?"

"Yes." Lu Weiwei nodded silently, without denying it: "We have repeatedly investigated Yuan Jialiang before, and found that he came here alone from Hubei province."

"Besides, he has been living in the Wangchao Town Hotel for more than ten days. He thought he was here to participate in the blueberry picking festival, but later found out that this is not the case at all."

"His daily destination is only one, and that is the tomb on the mountain. Obviously, he has a certain relationship with the dead in this tomb."

"Yes." Hearing what Lu Weiwei said, Police Officer Wang quickly agreed: "And according to our analysis, this Yuan Jialiang, a foreigner, came here suddenly, and he could accurately find the tomb buried on the mountain. "

"Obviously, he either knew the exact location of the tomb 15 years ago, or a local person told him the exact location of the tomb."

"If it's the latter, then this local man is obviously his murderer. After all, he, Yuan Jialiang, doesn't seem to have many friends when he came to Wangchao Town."

"Moreover, we specifically asked the front desk of the Wangchao Town Hotel. This Yuan Jialiang came in and out of the hotel by himself, and he was never seen in contact with other people."

"Just such a person, if you say that he has no internal support here, I don't believe it."

"Then Police Officer Wang, have you found out whether this deceased named Yuan Jialiang is familiar with the local people, or is there anyone who walked very close?" Zhao Changlin also asked weakly.

"There is one." Officer Wang originally came here to investigate the situation with the two, so he said frankly:

"There is a renovated ancient temple on the mountain, do you know it?"

Hearing Officer Wang's remarks, Zhao Changlin and Zhao Junbo looked at each other and then looked at Officer Wang.

"It seems to be there. I heard that there is an ancient temple on the mountain, and there are people living there, but because I don't go there often, I don't know very well." Zhao Changlin said.

Zhao Junbo on the other side hurriedly said: "I have taken my family there a few times, mostly on holidays to climb the mountain, and I seem to pass by the ancient temple over there."

"However, this ancient temple has now been refurbished into a residence, and the gates are locked, so I didn't go in to see it, but I know that there are people living there, and I have seen clothes drying."

"Yes." Yuan Shasha hurriedly replied after hearing the words of Zhao's father and son: "That person is also a foreigner, and he came here to live in seclusion, but the time of residence is not too long."

"According to the hermit's explanation, Yuan Jialiang came to the mountain almost every day during this period, and he also knew that Yuan Jialiang went to the mountain to worship the tomb."

"But because I haven't lived here for a long time, and I don't know very well, what is the relationship between that person and Yuan Jialiang?"

"And between him and Yuan Jialiang, it can only be regarded as meeting by chance. When we meet occasionally, we will invite Yuan Jialiang to sit in the room for a while."

"But Yuan Jialiang happened to die in his bedroom."

"Isn't that what he killed?" Ting Yuan Shasha also said so, and Zhao Changlin said without hesitation.

But Yuan Shasha shook her head: "At present, we are still not sure whether Yuan Jialiang died at the hands of that person, but the mysteriously missing corpse in the coffin of the tomb makes us feel that this matter is not that simple .”

"Especially after we investigated the "Ghost King" cartoon drawn by the cartoonist of Wangchao Town, we found you here step by step according to the content above."

"So... that's why you came to find me?" Zhao Changlin said.

"It can be understood in this way." Gu Chen nodded in agreement.

"But I don't know how to help you." Zhao Changlin also looked frustrated, choked up and said:

"To be honest, Comrade Police, I want to find out the whole story of this matter more than any of you, and I want to find out the whereabouts of my missing son."

"But so many years have passed, and there is no news at all. Although I still have hope, it's just my wishful thinking. I..."

"Boss Zhao, you have given us a lot of good clues, for example, the next door to you, the son of the owner of the Guangdong Furniture Factory." Gu Chen also reminded.

Zhao Changlin said: "Yes, yes, that man's son was close to my son back then."

Turning his head to look at Zhao Junbo, Zhao Changlin hurriedly said: "Junbo, go and contact that...that Sun Xin, where is he? If he is in the factory, tell him to come to me quickly."

"Oh." Because it was next door, Zhao Junbo was familiar with that person, so he quickly took out his phone and started to make contact.

Zhao Changlin also let out a long sigh and said, "If Junbo hadn't come in just now, I would have helped you find that Sun Xin myself. That young man is not bad."

"Compared to my missing son, he is really obedient. Although he also likes to play, he puts his career first."

"For so many years, he has been helping his father run the furniture factory, and he has made a great deal of it."

With a faint sigh, Zhao Changlin said again: "Before this, I was the largest furniture factory in Wangchao Town, but later, because of my son's mysterious disappearance, during that time, I had no intention of running it."

"But they didn't slack off. During the years when the market was bad, they just kept growing their business. Now, the revenue of their factory has already surpassed that of my Ouhuang Furniture Factory."

"Then you feel a little uncomfortable, right? After all, they say that colleagues are enemies?" Lu Weiwei also asked him curiously.

But unexpectedly, Zhao Changlin waved his hands and said with a smile: "That's not true, the customers we deal with here are different."

"There are some overlapping clients, but most of them don't overlap. Moreover, our two styles are different. I am after the European royal style, while he is more simple."

"Now that the economy is not optimistic, the income of many families has dropped sharply, and they have begun to pursue that simple style, which is exactly in line with the style of their factories."

Sighing lightly, Zhao Changlin said again: "So, if someone gets rich, it means that he chose the right direction. There is nothing to be jealous about. Everyone makes money based on their own ability."

"It seems that Boss Zhao's heart is quite open. I was still worried before, whether it was your fault that caused the enemies to be unfavorable to your son."

Gu Chen also expressed his doubts, after all, it is possible.

But Zhao Changlin blurted out his denial: "It's nothing, I go all over the world to inquire about it, and I, Zhao Changlin, don't say anything else. In terms of character, it is recognized by the industry."

"And I often do charity, and I have done a lot of good things for us in Wangchao Town. I think Officer Zhang should be clear about this."

"That's right." Seeing Zhao Changlin looking at her, Zhang Wenxia also nodded silently, and said in agreement:

"Boss Zhao did give us Wangchao Town and made a lot of contributions. Moreover, Boss Zhao is a good character. Even if the colleagues are in trouble, he will help him. If you want to talk about enemies, that's not true."

Also listening to what Zhao Changlin and Zhang Wenxia said, Gu Chen also nodded slightly, remembering it in his heart.

It can be seen that this situation can be ruled out.

Everyone here was still chatting, and Zhao Junbo, who was on the phone over there, also hung up the phone and said quickly:

"I've already called Sun Xin. He's in the factory. He's already on his way here. He'll probably be here soon."

"Okay, okay." Hearing Zhao Junbo's words, Zhao Changlin picked up the clear water in front of him again and took a sip, as if he was also looking forward to the fact that the police could ask Sun Xin for some important clues.

Not long after, a fat man wearing glasses pushed open the door familiarly.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, the fat man was a little suspicious, but he still greeted Zhao Changlin: "Uncle Zhao, I heard that you are looking for me."

"Xiaoxin, come and sit next to your Uncle Zhao." Seeing this middle-aged fat man, Zhao Changlin also gave up his seat and let the fat man sit next to him.

The fat man adjusted his glasses and also let out an "ah", and then sat down beside Zhao Changlin.

Looking up at the many policemen in front of him, the fat man was a little embarrassed, and also communicated with Zhao Changlin:

"Uncle Zhao, why are there so many policemen in your office? Junbo asked me to come over. I thought you bought some delicious food and let him come over to eat."

"Xiaoxin, you should also lose weight, look at your belly." Zhao Changlin patted Sun Xin's Q-bomb belly beside him, and said jokingly:

"Back then, you, Sun Xin, were also a thin bamboo pole, but why couldn't you control your mouth? Look at how fat you are now? Obesity is a disease that needs to be cured."

"Hehe." Faced with the ridicule of the elders, Sun Xin, who was wearing an oversized trendy casual outfit and a pair of trendy glasses, also adjusted his glasses embarrassingly, and complained again and again:

"Uncle Zhao, it's not like you don't know about it. I entertain a lot."

"But if there are too many parties, I can't avoid all kinds of eating and drinking. I also want to lose weight, but it always ends in failure, and losing weight is very painful."

"It's because you are not determined enough, just eat less." Zhao Changlin took the tea from his godson Zhao Junbo, brought it to Sun Xin, and also told him:

"The First Minister of Ming Dynasty"

"Let's take the drink as an example. You always like to drink cola, isn't it good to drink tea?"

"Hey!" Seeing that Zhao Changlin has been teasing about his obesity until now, this made Sun Xin a little embarrassed.

Glancing at the policemen around him, he picked up the tea and changed the subject: "By the way, Uncle Zhao asked me to come here today, what is it?"

"It's not about my missing son." Zhao Changlin sighed, feeling quite emotional.

"What about Zhao Xiaobin? Xiaobin has been missing for 15 years, right? Why...is there any news now?"

It seems that Sun Xin was very excited when he heard the news from his friend back then.

But Zhao Changlin shook his head, looked at Gu Chen and the others and said, "Let me introduce you, this is Gu Chen, the captain of the Criminal Investigation Team of the Furong Branch."

"Hello."

"Hello."

The two nodded and greeted each other.

"This is Lu Weiwei, Officer Lu."

"This is Yuan Shasha, Officer Yuan."

"This is Officer Wang."

"As for this one, you should be familiar with her. She is Officer Zhang Wenxia from our Wangchao Town Police Station."

"Hello." Seeing that Zhao Changlin introduced so many policemen to himself in one breath, Sun Xin also nodded slightly to pay tribute to everyone.

The others also greeted each other.

Afterwards, Zhao Changlin introduced to everyone: "Mentors, this is Sun Xin, my friend's son. Their family is next door to our factory, and they have always had a good relationship."

"And Sun Xin had a close relationship with my son back then. They both studied in the city and were classmates in high school."

"So that's how it is?" Hearing Zhao Changlin introduce this fatty Sun Xin, who was his son Zhao Xiaobin's high school classmate back then, Gu Chen felt that the relationship between these two people was indeed differently familiar.

So Gu Chen hurriedly asked: "Mr. Sun Xin, we are currently investigating a case, and this case involves something about Boss Zhao's son, Zhao Xiaobin."

"So, although Zhao Xiaobin has been missing for 15 years, we still need to find out about his situation."

"And you, as Zhao Xiaobin's closest friend and classmate back then, you should know Zhao Xiaobin very well, right?"

Gu Chen talked a lot in a row, and the current Sun Xin obviously hasn't recovered from his previous state.

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