The Underworld Detective

Speaking of which, Zhang took the chopped electric stick out of the bag he was carrying, and we were shocked that the electric stick was cut from the right side, completely cut in half, even the battery was completely cut in half.

The laser in the factory can't be cut as neatly as it is. What knife can it be so fast? And even with a knife so fast, you can't cut it without extraordinary hands.

I suddenly wondered, is it the same person as the mystery man Zhang met who was angry with me?

Zhang patted his chest and said: "My button is copper, so it was cut in half. Luckily for me, I cut my throat a little further forward. ”

I laughed bitterly: "He deliberately took mercy on his hands. Now that he has this exotic knife, do you think it's easier to cut the buttons off with one knife, or your throat? Being able to cut your button means he can easily take your life, which is a silent threat! ”

Huang Xiaotao slapped the table angrily: “How dare you attack the police? I have to catch this man! ”

Old Zhang was scared to death by my words. I asked: "Did you lose something at the scene? ”

Zhang shook his head: “I checked afterwards, and there are just as many valuable things in the house. ”

I thought maybe the guy was looking for something else, and Wang Dali interjected: "Is this connected to the missing woman? ”

I nodded, “I don't know! By the way, Chang, what's the name of the missing person? ”

“Xu Xiaohua.” Zhang replied.

Huang Xiaotao asked him if he remembered what he looked like. Zhang said that if he saw it again, he should be able to recognize it, so Huang Xiaotao asked a policeman to take him to the appraisal department portrait. After Zhang left, we studied the chopped electric stick again and found it incredible.

I didn't tell Huang Xiaotao what happened at school because I implicitly felt that there was some connection between this person and me, and that he was kind to Zhang's men and didn't seem to be a bad person.

After a while, Zhou was outside shouting: "Sister Huang, check it out. You must know this man! ”

We went to the forensics department, and the faces spelled out on the computer are familiar. Isn't that the movie star Zhang Yixing? Wang Dali shouted: “In addition to being an actor, Zhang Yixing is a warrior in private! ”

Old Zhang scratched his face embarrassingly: “I think it looks like this. ”

This person may look like Zhang Yixing, old Zhang remembered mixed up, and then spelled out a star face.

This matter was put on hold for now. Huang Xiaotao still has a few cases to deal with. He doesn't have the energy to go after a lone man.

We all thought that Xu Xiaohua's disappearance was an ordinary case. Who expected to be involved in a strange and bizarre case later? This case is not complicated, but among the cases I participated in to solve, the oddity can be ranked in the top three!

A few days later, one morning, a scream broke the tranquillity of Ronghua Meat Union Factory in Nanjiang City. Huang Xiaotao immediately informed me after receiving the report, and we rushed back and forth to Huarong Meat Union Factory.

As soon as we walked into the compound of the meat complex, we smelled a heavy smell of blood and the smell of guts. A butcher in a leather apron, about forty years old, walked over and said that he was the informant. He could be called Li. What happened at 5: 00 a.m. was horrible, and he scared one of Li's workers to death.

I asked what it was, and Li swallowed his saliva and said: "Pigs... pigs talk! ”

Turns out last night they were on a big night shift, and they brought a truckload of pigs at 4: 00 a.m., and they unloaded the truck and took it to the slaughterhouse to rinse it off, and they started slaughtering it, and some places they killed pigs with electric shocks, but the pork that died from high voltage electricity was not good quality, so they used manual slaughter here.

Just stick a long prick in the pig's neck. The pig usually struggles for a few minutes, bleeds out and sends it to the big workshop for processing.

The big workshop is a whole set of pipelines, the whole process does not need to be touched by hand. Old Li and worker Xiaosheng are responsible for hanging the pig on the iron hook. In the early twenties of this year, Xiaosheng did not have much experience in this business, so Li took him with him, which is equivalent to his master.

As usual, they cut a mouth at the rear leg of the pig and hung the pig upside down on the iron hook. However, when Xiaosheng cut off the back leg of a pig, he found that the structure was somewhat different. Ask Li if the pig was sick.

Li said it was impossible. These pigs were all tested for blood and urine before they arrived. It is impossible to be ill. The legs are not the same. It is estimated that they have been injured before.

So the two of them continued their work. When they hung the pig's head up and down his feet, he suddenly opened his eyes and Xiaosheng was shocked. Old Li quickly consoled him that he was fine. It was normal for a pig not to die, but Xiaosheng said that the pig seemed to be crying!

At first glance, Li saw that the pig was really crying, the pig had tear glands, but they didn't use it to express their grief like humans, so rarely did they see the pig cry, the pig was crying and moving his mouth, making strange noises, while the forelimbs were moving, as if writing.

When the pipeline started, the pig twisted his body desperately and made a low scream. Xiaosheng suddenly screamed: “He's talking, he says he's human! Stop it! Stop it! ”

The pipeline was completely automatic, and the pig's eye looked into the fading machine, and it was a hundred degrees of hot water. After it was hot, he brushed it all over his body with a steel wire brush, and after coming out, it was a chainsaw cut into two. When Xiaosheng saw his gut suddenly screaming, he knelt on his knees and screamed.

As soon as Old Li saw something was wrong, he quickly went to pull the electric gate. This convection line was damaged a lot, and it was not an emergency and they would not do so.

When he got there, he saw that the guts in the sink were a little different, and Little Sheng said brazenly: "It's a person, we killed people, we're murderers, help! ”

After listening, everyone was stunned, and Wang Dali opened his big mouth for half a day. In silence, we heard a rave of laughter in the workshop: "Man becomes pig, pig becomes man, we are all guilty, we are all punished! ”

Old Li looked embarrassed and said: "That's Xiaosheng! ”

And I said, "Are you sure that pig is alone? ”

Old Li thought about it and said, “I'm not sure, but I've been killing pigs for over 20 years, and I'm sure that's not a pig. ”

I waved instantly: "Let's go, let's go! ”

As we passed through the slaughterhouse, we saw several newly dead pigs in the cement pig circle next to them, and the blood on the ground layers and layers were solidified into thick bloodstains, not to mention the bloody smell of the stinging nose, bloodier than the scene of the most heinous murder, and people with poor psychological qualities could not really do this business.

I asked Li, "What tools do you use to kill pigs? ”

Old Li picked up a long metal prick from the side of the wall, wrapped in a non-slip cloth at the end, shaped like a long gun, and explained: "Tie this thing to the neck, the place is the pig's fault, stabbing to death. ”

And I said, "Is the master who killed the pig last night experienced? ”

Old Li nodded: “He is an old worker and has a lot of experience. Generally speaking, there will be no indestructible situations. ”