Chapter 429

I want to come and go, and finally I think I have to find Zhang Qinghai!

After listening to my suggestion, Zhao said hesitantly, "I have contacted him many times, but there is no news."

"Not in your way. We have to change our way." I opened the drawer to look for paper and pen, and motioned Zhao Wuyang to write me the address of Zhang Qinghai's home.

Zhao Wuyang said firmly this time, "I want to go with you."

It's rare for him to be so hard-working. I don't think he should refuse.

Call in front of the computer to see sister cangjingkong's Pockmarked Li, and the three of us set off in a hurry.

Zhang Qinghai lives in the Fourth Ring Road of Wuhan. He happens to be demolished. There is a tinkling noise of machines around him.

Li Mazi looked around and pasted it in my ear and said, "brother Zhangjia, this place is biased enough. It's most suitable for killing people and surpassing goods. Be careful that this grandson is the spy of Longquan villa."

I smiled and glanced at him: "in broad daylight, who dares to be so fatless in a society ruled by law? Besides, aren't you keeping it next to me? "

Pockmarked Li is still worried: "Longquan villa has to defend."

I smiled and shook my head: "just your pig brain reminds me? If Zhao Wuyang is a member of Longquan Mountain Villa, he can't even tell us who is Zhang Jiulin? "

When Pockmarked Li thought about it, he didn't say anything.

Zhang Qinghai's community is a new building just developed last year. There are not many people entering the community, and there is no time to plan inside the community. There are potholes everywhere. It's easy to find the unit he lives in. Zhao Wuyang stops and says, "here it is."

We took the elevator to the 14th floor. Zhao Wuyang pointed to a unit door and said, "this is it."

He went up and clapped the door. After a long time, there was no response. Zhao Wuyang sighed: "look, I came here the other day. There is no one in the room."

"How many times have you been here?" I asked him curiously.

"Once, three days ago, when I knew something happened to Xue Peng and Xiao Sisi, I immediately asked for leave to come to him." Said Zhao Wuyang.

Did Zhang Qinghai know the news at that time, so he was scared to run away?

But he's not the Skinner. Can he?

I made a wink at Pockmarked Li: "Gao Ren, you have to fight."

"What are you doing?" said Pockmarked Li, looking at me stupidly

"Open the door!"

Pockmarked Li's face changed: "brother Zhang, who do you think I am? I'm a serious businessman. I can't do this kind of business everyday. "

"Don't talk nonsense, open the door quickly. If you keep talking, I'll chop the guy you eat!" I gave Pockmarked Li a fierce look.

"Brother Zhangjia, you are cruel to me recently. You can't move to fight and kill."

Pockmarked Li muttered and went up, took a circular needle from his clothes, and beat it in the door lock for a long time. The door opened with a click.

Zhao Wuyang looked at us foolishly. He was already stunned. Pockmarked Li had opened the door.

As soon as the door was opened, a pungent stench came to our faces. Pockmarked Li and I quickly covered our noses. Zhao Wuyang, who was still in a daze, was not so lucky. As soon as he took two breaths, he held the security door and vomited.

Pockmarked Li took a breath and looked at me in surprise.

This stink is so familiar to me and Pockmarked Li. It's corpse stink!

It seems that Zhang Qinghai has met an accident.

I winked with Pockmarked Li. I explored the road and pioneered. Behind the palace, we two entered Zhang Qinghai's house carefully.

The house should have just been renovated. It's a standard two room one hall. There is only a gray Changsha hair in the living room, which looks empty. One of the two rooms is the bedroom and the other is the study.

The study is full of all kinds of books. The curtains are half drawn and the light is a little dark.

The ground is full of messy paper and garbage. There is a twisted corpse lying in front of the computer desk, wearing dirty pajamas. The stench is emanating from this corpse. This person should be Zhang Qinghai.

When I got close, I found Zhang Qinghai lying on the table, bloody. His whole face had been peeled. Two eyes on his bloody head were connected to the blood vessels, which was very scary!

Even if I have seen a lot of horror scenes, I can not help but go back two steps.

After all, Zhao Wuyang is a doctor. After the initial tension subsided, he soon recovered. He asked me in a low voice outside the door, "how is it? Is someone dead?"

"Well." I nodded.

However, how to do autopsy and check the time of death is not my specialty. I had to call Zhao Wuyang to check.

"I I dare not. " Zhao Wuyang replied with trembling.

Originally upset, Pockmarked Li immediately scolded, "here are two living people with you. What do you advise? Aren't you a doctor? In the past, when I was reading, these things were rare? Hurry up, you grind again, we don't care about your business, and your face will be peeled off when you turn around. Don't go to the king of Yan to accuse us. "Scared Zhao Wuyang to cry without tears: "I really dare not, you don't force me."

Li Mazi snorted coldly, "if you don't come, we will go. I can't catch up with the two buses in a while... "

As soon as I wanted to speak, Pockmarked Li winked at me and whispered to me, "this boy is a counselor. I must take this opportunity to cure him. Otherwise, he will have no future in his life."

Although the way is a little inhumane, I have to admit that Li Mazi's words are reasonable. Zhao Wuyang's character will harm him all his life. If he can correct it in time, Li Mazi has done a great good thing instead.

So I had to shut up and turn my face away when I didn't hear anything.

Under the continuous supervision of Pockmarked Li, Zhao Wuyang had to move to us one step at a time, just stretched out his neck to look at the body, and suddenly he screamed in terror.

It's no wonder that Zhang Qinghai's dead face is so horrible, especially the face with its skin peeled off. Its veins are like a disgusting spider web, sticking to the red flesh.

I comforted Zhao Wuyang: "don't be afraid, he is dead. If you can hold on, help to see how long he's been dead? If we can't hold on, we'll get out and call the police. "

Zhao Wuyang took a deep breath. His face was white like a piece of paper. He bit his teeth and said, "it's OK. I can hold on."

He deliberately avoided Zhang Qinghai's face and simply examined other parts of the body: "there is no tool, so it's hard to judge the specific time of death, but it's estimated preliminarily that he has been covered with body spots for more than a week."

"All right." "You think it's a rule of law program. It's long winded," Li Ma Zi interrupted impatiently

Zhao Wuyang was so scared that he shut up.

Zhang Qinghai died on this computer desk, so what was he doing before he died? I studied his posture and found that his hands were in a stiff position holding something.

Thinking of the mirror Zhao Wuyang said to me, I suddenly reflected that Zhang Qinghai was still playing with the mirror before he died, and then met with the unexpected.

I searched around in a hurry. I didn't even find the bronze mirror under the computer desk and bookshelf.

Where is the mirror after Zhang Qinghai's death?

It's not going to disappear, is it?

Or, Zhang Qinghai was delirious before he died. He thought that the mirror was still in his hand, so he made a trick?

I don't think it will work out. Pockmarked Li has waved to me: "brother Zhangjia, the taste in this room is too strong. Let's go quickly."

Zhao Wuyang nodded wildly if granted amnesty: "OK, let's go."

Then holding on to the wall, he left the study tottering.