bookrebus Chapter 702 Helpless
Chapter 702 Helpless
"Haha, you're not that old, but you call me big brother. How old are you?" Seeing his funny expression, the officer couldn't help but laughed out loud.
"I am fifteen, sir, the king is twenty-four, and the king is thirty-three."
"You're that old? You look like you're about ten. Here, share the food. I've been keeping it by the charcoal stove. It's still warm. Once this murder case is solved, you can leave. Behave yourself during this time and answer whatever the adults ask. We won't make things difficult for you."
Not all police officers are vicious. They are all raised in a family. They are made of flesh and blood. They are skinny and small due to hunger for a long time. Their appearance does not match their age.
The official suddenly felt sad and gave them the dinner in the food box that his mother had sent him.
The three men were moved to tears and kowtowed to the officer.
Although the government provided meals, they were mostly brown rice porridge and some pickles.
It’s filling but not tasty.
The food in the lunch box actually consisted of two kinds of rice and bacon.
The last time they had a full meal was yesterday. Mr. Liu asked the servants to serve each of them a bowl of rice, which consisted of fine rice and greasy fried pork slices. The three of them ate so deliciously that they thought they were dreaming.
Throughout the year, they could only ask for some food during the holidays. Most of the time, they went to bed hungry.
In the evening, Meng Zhili and Meng Bujiu had already gotten up.
After a light dinner, the two came to the charity cemetery outside the city.
There were only two coroners in the funeral home, but there were fifty-two bodies.
In fact, there was a coroner's room in the government office, where it was more convenient to perform autopsies, and there was no need to transport the bodies out of the city. However, the coroner's room was very small and could only hold seven or eight bodies at most.
The fifty-two bodies of the Liu family could not fit in at all.
They could only settle for the next best thing and send it to the charity cemetery, for fear that the body would be stolen or something unexpected happened, and there were five officers guarding it.
"How is it going? Have you found anything? How did these people die? Is there any physical evidence on them?"
A day and a night had passed, and the bodies had already started to show signs of livor mortis. Because an autopsy was needed and there was no one left in the Liu family, all the clothes were taken off the bodies.
There was only a straw mat covering his body, leaving only his face exposed.
Seeing the dark purple faces, Meng Zhili and Meng Bujiu felt a little uncomfortable.
They suppressed their discomfort and looked at the coroner.
The two are master and apprentice.
One old, one young.
The older ones were responsible for the autopsy, while the younger ones were responsible for helping to carry things and studying.
Meng Zhili was asking about the old one.
"The decapitated corpse bled to death. The female corpse with both arms chopped off also bled to death. Only the child's corpse was strangled to death. Oh, and the servant's corpse was poisoned. His head and arms were chopped off after death. No physical evidence has been found yet."
The coroner replied with a grim expression.
He had been a coroner for so many years, but this was the first time he had encountered such a horrific case of family annihilation.
There was an incident twenty years ago, but it was just a family of four who were killed because of a conflict between neighbors.
But in this case, a total of fifty-two people died.
Just seeing so many corpses piled up here made him feel creepy.
"Bleeding to death? Shouldn't he have died the moment his head was cut off? Why did he die only after all the blood had been drained?"
Meng Bujiu asked the doubts in his heart.
"I'm not well-versed in academics and really don't know." It was the first time that the coroner had encountered such a difficult case.
Logically speaking, although there will be blood after beheading, it won't drain all over the body.
But there were no other wounds on the bodies.
So the only reason he died was by beheading. It was really strange and he couldn't understand it.
"Is there any coroner nearby? If not, let's ask the doctor." Meng Zhili ordered the officer.
As waves of doctors came from the city.
The case seemed to be shrouded in a layer of fog, becoming increasingly unclear.
Soon, the New Year was over.
Jiang Fubao only learned about this when he went to the Dong family to pay New Year's greetings on the first day of the new year.
She thought her godfather and brother Bujiu would be back on the second or third day of the Chinese New Year, but who would have thought that they hadn't returned even after the New Year.
As for my godmother, she had already rushed back to Ruling Prefecture three days ago.
Grandpa Gan is old, and Jiang Fubao is afraid that he will think too much, so he goes to Dong's house every noon to have lunch with him.
"Fubao, you are busy, so don't come tomorrow. Grandpa is fine, don't worry about him."
Dong Wei felt sorry for Jiang Fubao when he saw her running back and forth.
The clinic is very busy, and he has to go back to the village from time to time to see how the medicinal herbs are growing.
He was afraid that his granddaughter would tire him out even if she had to distract herself to accompany him for dinner.
"Grandpa, I'm eating with you, why should I be tired? I, your granddaughter, am so happy. Come, Grandpa, have a piece of tofu, cooked with pork ribs and cabbage, it tastes sweet. Have a bowl of soup, I'll serve it to you."
Jiang Fubao refused.
Grandpa Gan was so good to her. He just accompanied her for a while at noon, which was nothing at all.
Especially since Grandpa Gan is getting older every year, who knows when he will...
Jiang Fubao didn't dare to even think about it, so whenever she came to the Dong family, she would check her grandfather's pulse to make sure he was in good health.
"Miss, this man came to the clinic looking for you. I told him you were here, and came here with him." Just as the grandfather and grandson were eating happily, Pan Erya came in with an official.
"Huh? A policeman? Who are you?" Jiang Fubao had never seen this policeman before.
It looked unfamiliar, but when I saw the clothes he was wearing, I instantly recognized him.
This is the official uniform that can only be worn by the yamen runners of Ruling Prefecture.
Inky black, different from Qixi County.
It should be someone sent by godfather.
"Excuse me, are you Miss Jiang, the great doctor? My master sent me to invite you to Ruling Mansion." The official replied hurriedly.
"What's wrong? What happened?" This anxious voice came from Dong Wei's throat.
He picked it up and put the bowl of soup back on the table.
It made quite a noise.
"Grandpa, my lord has run into a difficult problem. The coroners, doctors, and even the traveling doctors in Ruling Prefecture are all unable to solve it, so he sent me to ask for Dr. Jiang."
The officer clasped his fists towards Dong Wei and said.
"The case hasn't been solved yet? Where's Bujiu, is he back?" Dong Wei frowned and asked about his grandson.
"No, I have always been with the prefect. All matters concerning the county government were sent to Ruling Prefecture by the county yamen runners for me to handle."
The prefect and the county magistrate were father and son, so the officials in the government office all called Meng Bujiu "Little Master".
"Why let Fubao go? Is he necessary to go?" Dong Wei was worried and asked another question.
"If Dr. Jiang doesn't go, I'm afraid this case..." The officer spoke hesitantly and glanced at Jiang Fubao.
"Grandpa, I'm fine anyway, so I'll go, so that Godfather and Brother Bujiu won't have time to rest. I'm afraid they've encountered a problem. My medical skills are so good that they only thought of me. Don't worry, I'll be back soon. Let's go, I'll go back and pack my clothes, and then I'll set off."
After Jiang Fubao finished speaking, he patted the back of Dong Wei's hand, stood up and left.
She knows Grandpa Gan too well.
If we don't walk faster, I'm afraid Grandpa Gan will have to follow us. He is old, and his body will probably fall apart if he sits in the carriage for so long. He definitely won't be able to bear it.