MTL - Mystery Hunter-Chapter 267 like a beggar

Xu Yiman's identification has brought new progress in the case. In Zhu Liang's body, another kind of blood has indeed been detected, which is expected by everyone. Everyone saw the blood bag hanging from the tree, and the blood in the blood bag. But the problem is that blood of different blood types cannot be transfused, otherwise it will only backfire and accelerate the death of the other party.

Shao Lao rubbed his eyes and said: "This is a matter of common sense for ordinary people. If the murderer is really a doctor, then he will definitely not know this. From this point of view, the murderer is indeed in the hospital. A man who works there, but he is not a doctor or even a nurse."

"In the hospital, who may come into contact with medical waste at any time, except for doctors and people who professionally remove medical waste?" Shao Lao gently put his hand down.

"Security, cleaner." Jiang He said decisively.

Mr. Shao patted the table and said, "Yes, immediately check the security guards and cleaners of major hospitals, who have resigned or been dismissed in the last month. All the female corpses in the funeral home, all the internal organs in their stomachs. Being hollowed out is not something that can be done in an hour and a half. There must have been a long process from taking out a corpse to killing someone.”

"But the question is, what exactly is he going to do?" Xu Yiman put the report on the table and said, "Where did the internal organs go to the murderer, there are dozens of corpses, so many internal organs, what did he use to make them? What? Even an outlaw who sells organs, what do you want to do with the internal organs that have lost their vitality?"

Shao Lao sighed softly and said, "One more thing, don't you think it's strange? The murderer was not satisfied with taking out the corpse, and went on to kill. But four days have passed, and we still haven't received a call from the police. Where the next body will be, whether the killer has already killed someone is unknown."

The corpses with their guts hollowed out, the corpses that disappeared after being hit, the little girl in the dark night, the old Wei Tou who was talking in a daze, the escaped Li Dabiao, the crematorium full of doubts. All of these lie in the hearts of everyone, like a fog, hiding the truth in it.

Jiang He dragged his thick dark circles under his eyes and said to the crowd, "We still need to start with Zhu Liang himself. According to Yang Zhikui, Zhu Liang's daily life is actually very monotonous. Apart from commuting to get off work on time, Zhu Liang's daily entertainment It's just a walk on the playground behind the sponge factory, looking at my phone."

"Mobile phone!" Shao Lao suddenly became alert, and he said: "Why did Zhu Liang go out that day? Yang Zhikui arrived almost when Zhu Liang was off work, and Zhu Liang had already disappeared at that time. In other words, Zhu Liang went out. Liang left the sponge factory directly after get off work, which shows that she left voluntarily, and she had an appointment with someone."

Mr. Shao seemed to have found something. He sat on the chair and said, "Sponge factory, hospital!"

"Medical sponge!" The three people present shouted in unison as if they had discovered a new continent.

Longcheng sponge factory and many places in the city have lists, and hospitals have always used a lot of sponges. Hospitals and sponge factories have orders, which is normal.

"I need to contact Factory Director Wang immediately to see if they have orders from that hospital," Shao Lao said.

When Shao Lao's phone calls into Director Wang's mobile phone, Director Wang is still in the warm bed.

"Hello? Who is it?" Director Wang's voice was intermittent.

"I'm Shao Shilin." Shao Lao said: "I'm really sorry to disturb you so late, but life is at stake. I need to know now that the orders from your factory and the city hospital are very important."

Director Wang heard the solemnity in Shao's old words and said, "Wait a moment, I'll check it right away."

About half an hour later, Director Wang called back and said, "I just checked the list, and there are orders from our factory, the First People's Hospital, the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, and the Municipal Stomatological Hospital, and some are just some. There are only scattered clinics, there are too many lists of these clinics, do you want me to send them to you?"

"Yes." Shao Lao said, "I need all the lists."

A picture of the list was posted on Shao Lao's mobile phone. Shao Lao swiped the picture and found that there were more than a dozen clinics on the list.

"It seems that tomorrow will be enough for us." Mr. Shao pointed to the list and said, "I'll contact those three public hospitals in a moment and ask their personnel department to check the list of the most recent resigners. For the rest, we need our family members. Ran."

After all, Shao Lao yawned a lot, and Shao Lao couldn't bear the days of continuous rotation. After all, he was already a sixty-year-old old man. No matter how energetic he was, he couldn't compare to a young man like Xu Yiman or Jiang He.

"It's 4:30 in the morning, go back to sleep for two hours, and at 6:30, I will call you to get up." Elder Shao looked at the two sincerely and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

Jiang He and Xu Yiman shook their heads in unison.

Shao Lao smiled and walked towards the dormitory in the distance.

Inexplicably, Jiang He remembered what Shao Lao looked like when he was young. When Jiang He was six years old, when Shao Lao was most energetic in his thirties. At this moment, Old Shao's back and that of Old Shao in Jiang He's mind overlapped. Jiang He finally realized that Shao Shilin was indeed old and he needed a rest.

Jiang He also somewhat understood why Shao Lao had said those words to him before.

He is indeed old.

Jiang He was lying on the bed, staring at the dark ceiling with his eyes open. He didn't turn on the lights, didn't make a sound. Countless people flashed in his mind, including his own parents, the director of an orphanage, his own aunt, and the dead Wang Chao. One by one the faces were spinning in his mind, making Jiang He not close his eyes all night.

At half past six, Mr. Shao called everyone on time.

Looking at Jiang He's red eyes, Shao Lao asked, "Didn't you sleep last night?"

"Can't sleep." Jiang He answered truthfully.

Mr. Shao said to the sleepy-eyed people: "Let's go, I notified the three major hospitals last night, and soon, we will be able to get the personnel transfer list. But now, we must go to the clinics to see. We are divided into three groups, Captain Liu and Yuan Jun all the way, Guan Deng and me all the way, Xu Yiman, you and Jiang He all the way."

Shao Lao looked at Guan Deng and said, "Guan Deng will send the list to your mobile phones, and call him if you have any clues."

"clear."

Xu Yiman drove, Jiang He sat in the co-pilot.

"Jiang He." Xu Yiman said to Jiang He, "I can sense that you have been worried recently. Since Wang Chao's unfortunate sacrifice, you seem to be a different person."

"Really?" Jiang He turned his head to look at Xu Yiman.

Xu Yiman nodded: "Yes, when I saw you for the first time, you were so confident that nothing seemed to escape your eyes. But now, there seems to be a thick mass gathered on your chest. Like fog, you are a little lost. I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing, you start to think like an ordinary person, and you feel melancholy."

"Melancholy." Jiang He patted his chest: "Yes, it is indeed melancholy. I always have an ethereal feeling, an indescribably faint feeling. I don't know what this is called, but I feel that there is something hidden in it. Something in my heart seems to be coming out."

Xu Yiman said: "You are just too lonely. Although hypermemory is a tormenting disease, it will not deprive a person of their feelings. You have trapped yourself in the cage you built and want to get out. You're on your own. Hypermemory is a tricky problem right now, and no one knows how it's acquired or when it will heal."

"I have a feeling that when I have feelings, that is when I recover." Jiang He said seriously.

Until about noon, the three-way people still had no clues. After investigation, it was found that almost all clinics could rule out suspicion. According to Zhai Qiang's description, people who fit the killer's characteristics were not found in these clinics. Everyone returned without success, but at least the suspicion of these clinics was ruled out.

After the meeting, Mr. Shao said to everyone: "It seems that the murderer is no doubt in a large hospital. This is basically the same as my inference. The murderer can get medical sponges and steal blood bags. Large hospitals have many eyes and mixed eyes. Starting a small clinic is much more convenient.”

"Then what do we do now?" Yuan Jun said.

"Wait." Shao Lao looked into the distance.

At about 4 o'clock in the afternoon, a phone call came to the criminal police team: "Hey, this is the Jinxiu Road police station. We caught a middle-aged man with snarky eyes. He ran away when he saw the police. There must be something wrong. After we briefly asked , He said he killed someone. Now this matter has become a criminal case, you can send someone to take over."

Captain Liu, who answered the phone, brightened his eyes and said, "What's this person's name?"

"Li Dabiao," the other party said.

"Li Dabiao!" Captain Liu confirmed it again.

"That's right, Li Dabiao!" the other party said.

"I'll send someone to pick him up right away."

Captain Liu hung up the phone and ran into the conference room excitedly. At this time, the members of the task force were all in the conference room.

"Li Dabiao has been arrested!" Captain Liu said while looking at the crowd.

In less than an hour, Li Dabiao sat in the interrogation room. Several people stood outside the glass window, looking at Li Dabiao who was sitting in the interrogation room. During the four days of escaping, Li Dabiao has almost changed himself. They once saw Li Dabiao's pictures at Li Dabiao's house, and they were considered neat people.

But looking at it now, Li Dabiao was dirty all over, his hair was knotted and stuck together, and his eyes were red and bloodshot. Trembling all over, he kept looking around the interrogation room, looking like a mentally ill beggar.

Shao Lao pushed open the door and asked in the first sentence, "How long has it been since you slept?"