Detective: I can see the criminal record

The follow-up arrest work went smoothly. The three suspects arrived one after another within three days. Cen Lian looked over their heads, and then went in one by one to "have a chat" with them during the interrogation. Several suspects had The number of murder and injury cases he carried increased unknowingly.

A person who can take on this kind of murder and arson job cannot have only one or two cases. Some of the cases that Cen Lian found were accumulated for several years. This wave can be regarded as a clean sweep.

So before the New Year came, several units sent cordial and friendly greetings to the Taishan District Bureau, although the greetings contained a bit of resentment about being forced to work overtime.

After all the interrogations were completed, Wu Qiushan frowned as he looked at the interrogation records one by one.

"None of the interrogation records mentioned that we initially saw traces of burning paper for sacrifice near the tomb where Wu Yungong and his gang were killed." Wu Qiushan instinctively felt something was wrong, "Although we did not solve the case based on these traces in the end, we did not People will light incense and burn paper for a group of tomb robbers for no reason.”

"We can't rule out that this is the owner of the Qing Dynasty tomb and his descendants may come to offer sacrifices." Yuan Chenxi hesitated.

Cen Lian shook his head. What Wu Qiushan said was also what puzzled him, "We have contacted the cultural preservation department about the Qing Dynasty tomb. The identity of the tomb owner is unknown, and no epitaph has been found. At first, I also thought that it might be a descendant. Sacrifice, but according to the pictures you took of the scene, that location is a bit far from the tomb.”

Wang Yuanteng looked at the photo carefully and quickly confirmed Cen Lian's statement.

"This short cliff is above a tomb. The taboo of burning incense and offering sacrifices is higher than sealing soil or tombstones. This incense should not be burned for them, but was accidentally hit by us." He looked carefully and confirmed the location of the traces. "There are still some traces of the mixture of incense ash and rainwater left on the ground. The incense was burned towards the south, and the location of the tomb cleaning was in the northwest."

Tang Hua was stunned for a moment, "So, these people are worshiping something in the south, but we have briefly looked within one or two kilometers there, and there are no tombstones!"

Having said this, everyone present became solemn.

In the end, it was Cen Lian who made the decision.

"Let's settle this case first. After the new year, we will go to the south to conduct an in-depth investigation."

There is no evidence to prove that there is still a case there, because it is really unjustifiable for other colleagues to work overtime to celebrate the New Year with them.

Wu Qiushan sighed, feeling that things had become quite troublesome. If something is really dug up in the mountains, it may be difficult to find clues.

…

On the 29th of the twelfth lunar month, the entire support squadron finally successfully sent several suspects to the detention center after four days of intensive information supplementation and running processes.

As for the transfer to the prosecutor's office, that will have to wait until the leave is collected.

The branch director kept his promise and did not arrange for the support squadron to be on duty or assist during the Chinese New Year.

On the afternoon of the 29th of the twelfth lunar month, the entire support squadron had a very tacit understanding without saying a word. They turned off the lights, locked the doors, and got off work in one go. They were afraid that whoever opened his mouth would lose the hard-earned long vacation.

Wang Yuanteng made this request to everyone the day before the holiday. The reason was that he set too many flags during the handling of the last case.

Everyone recalled the flags they had set up more or less, and decided to show respect by keeping their mouths shut before the holidays.

When Cen Lian returned home with his suitcase, he saw his parents packing their luggage.

"That's right. Don't unpack your luggage. We'll go back to your hometown tomorrow." Cen Jianjun glanced at Cen Lian.

"Why do you want to go back to your hometown suddenly?" Cen Lian was a little confused. They hadn't been back for several years since his grandma passed away. His grandfather died early and there were no close relatives in his hometown.

Cen Jianjun buttoned up his suitcase and sat down on the sofa to rest.

"The land in my hometown has been expropriated. I have discussed it with your uncle and your aunt. We will decide what to do with the money when we return to our hometown during the Chinese New Year." He simply explained to Cen Lian and sent him to pack his luggage again.

Early the next morning, Cen Lian drove his family's car in a daze, pulling a cart full of luggage and New Year's goods.

He didn't realize anything until he got on the highway.

"Dad, are you saying that our hometown is going to be demolished?" Cen Lian suddenly felt excited that he was going to be the second generation of demolition.

"The high-speed rail passes by my homestead and there are still a few acres of land. We can't pay much money," Cen Jianjun glanced at him, "We still have to share it with your brother-in-law and two aunts, and our family will get hundreds of thousands at most." ”

Cen Lian suddenly calmed down.

It seems that I really have no destiny to be the second generation of rich people.

So he drove with peace of mind. On the way home, he couldn't help but think about what would happen if he took public transportation home this time.

Apart from anything else, it is very easy to send a few people in.

But when driving his own car, he didn't have such worries. He didn't even dare to set a flag in his mind that he would not run into criminals when he got home, which would easily cause trouble for himself.

Although wealth does not return to his hometown, just like walking at night in brocade clothes, the same applies to making meritorious deeds, but Cen Lian really doesn't want any cases to come against him again.

The car drove all the way to his hometown of Yangdan City, then took the national highway to Lingguan Town, Fengshui County, and then took the township highway to Wugou Village. Only then did he successfully arrive at his hometown.

Cen Lian drove for more than five hours. When he got off the car, he felt that he also needed a good moxibustion with Wang Yuanteng's moxa sticks.

"Finally we're here," Lian Ya, Cen Lian's nearly sixty-year-old mother, rubbed her waist as she got out of the car. "We're back now, what should we do for the New Year's Eve dinner? When the old people were still here, there was always a rule. What should we do now?"

After all, it was New Year's Eve, and the whole family had to have a meal together.

"My younger sister said she had booked a hotel in town, so we won't cook at home," Cen Jianjun looked at the slightly desolate yard of his old home and the two cars parked at the door. "The kitchen in the old home is definitely unusable now."

When Cen Lian entered the house, he was curious and went to the kitchen to take a look. Sure enough, there were only rusty iron pots and some bowls and plates with a layer of dust as thick as a finger. The stove seemed to be a wild cat's nest for overnight shelter, and it was messed up.

It was completely different from his childhood memory of this place.

He couldn't help but sigh, and then went into the house to meet his relatives.

Cen Lian's grandparents gave birth to four children in total. Cen Lian's father, Cen Jianjun, is the eldest in the family. The eldest and younger aunts came early and are now cleaning up at home. Only the younger uncle has not arrived yet.

"Where is Jianmin?" Cen Jianjun asked Cen Lian's eldest aunt, Cen Yulan, after entering the house.

"It is said that they will soon get off the highway," Cen Yulan gave up her seat for their family and sat on the side, "Xiao Lian is so big now."

Cen Lian greeted the relatives with a polite smile, then sat aside and started playing with his mobile phone.

When the younger uncle Cen Jianmin finally arrived at the door, the family drove to the hotel in the town.

When Cen Lian walked in, he was still watching Tang Hua complain in the group that he was being urged to get married before he had eaten a few bites of the New Year's Eve dinner. When he looked up and planned to see how many people were in the hotel, a text bubble with his cannibalistic eyes rose from the lobby.

[Name: Zhang Guohao]

[Gender: Male]

[Age: 25 years old]

[Criminal record: Long-term telecommunications fraud in Yangdan City]

[Prison record: None]

Cen Lian: …