Heavenly Master, I have a different world

"Name?"

"Founder."

"gender?"

"……male."

"age?"

"Officer, I remember that I am not a prisoner on trial?" A slightly helpless voice sounded.

"Uh..." Officer Lin, who was sitting upright, had a slightly stiff expression. He stopped what he was doing, raised his head and smiled dryly at the man in front of him:

"Sorry, I'm used to it. Are you here to claim the body?"

"Yes." Fang Zheng nodded, his eyelashes covering his eyes, and his expression was dull, making it impossible to see the specific mood fluctuations.

"Your relationship to the deceased?"

"Fang Jian is my uncle."

"Uncle..." Officer Lin had inspected the situation of the deceased and was not surprised by this:

"You should be the only relative of the deceased right now, right?"

"..." Fang Zheng hesitated:

"yes."

In fact, uncle Fang Jian was married in his early years and had a son and a daughter. However, after the divorce, the children were awarded to the woman, and the two parties have lost contact since then.

That was a long time ago, and in Fang Zheng's memory, his aunt's appearance had long been blurred.

"This way."

After coming back to his senses, he followed Officer Lin and walked along the long and dark passage, with the uncertain lights above as a foil, and only the sound of heavy and light footsteps echoed in his ears.

The death of his relatives still lingered in his mind, which also made Fang Zheng unable to care about anything else.

"Founder."

The key dangled flexibly on his finger, and Officer Lin asked casually:

"Do you know what your uncle does?"

"I know." Fang Zheng said:

"My uncle rented a storefront in Qilipu to sell antiques and make porcelain. Our Fang family has been making porcelain to support our family since my great-grandfather's generation."

Speaking of this, there was inevitably a little pride in his voice.

The name of the Fang family, a century-old porcelain family, cannot be faked!

certainly.

Qu City is known as the porcelain capital. There are many porcelain families here that have been passed down for hundreds of years. The Fang family is just one of them, and it has long been in decline.

It is said that the ancestors were prosperous for a period of time, but the younger generation failed. Uncle Fang Jian tried hard for decades but failed to make a difference. Even the facade was rented.

As for Founder...

I haven’t developed into this since I was a child.

"Porcelain making..." Officer Lin was noncommittal and continued to ask:

"Has your uncle made some... not so good friends?"

"No." Fang Zheng frowned.

Although uncle Fang Jian is tall and tall, he is actually honest and honest, and he is not good at talking. It is impossible for him to make friends with all kinds of people.

Then he said in a deep voice:

"My uncle is a good man!"

"Really?" Officer Lin turned his back, curled his lips when he heard this, and said slowly:

"Don't look at the body first. Take a look at the photos of the scene first. If you think you can accept it, then go check the body."

With that said, he knocked on a small door on the side and asked for a stack of photos from the person inside.

Fang Zheng took it and his face turned pale the moment he lowered his head.

"After forensic identification, the deceased died between 3 p.m. and 6 p.m. on July 3 and died of excessive blood loss."

Officer Lin spoke:

"The deceased was attacked by several people with sharp weapons before his death. Judging from the wounds, there were at least five weapons. Among them, a long knife penetrated the abdomen and was left at the scene."

When he said this, his voice paused slightly.

Even if the waist and abdomen of the human body are soft parts, it is not easy to pierce them with a knife. This requires not only a lot of strength, but also certain skills.

Even well-informed police officers can't help but be surprised.

Fang Zheng was looking at the murder weapon in the photo.

In modern society, it is rare to see this kind of long knife that looks like a horizontal knife. It has a wide blade, a curved head, a sharp front and a slanted back, and a guard between the handle and the blade.

The blade is sharp.

At a glance, you can tell that this is not an exquisite exhibit, but a real murder weapon!

In addition to the murder weapon in the photo, it was his uncle's body. The bloody scene was like a heavy blow to him who had just entered the society.

"There are fingerprints on the handle of the knife, but the murderer has not been found yet." Officer Lin shook his head and continued:

"There were no relatives around the deceased, and the relationship with the surrounding neighbors was average. It was already the third day after the death that the body was found."

"The strange thing is that except for the injuries on the deceased, nothing around him was damaged, so we suspect that the first scene of the murder was not at the residence, but it is also very strange that the murderer killed someone and brought the body back but left the murder weapon. It’s hard to explain.”

As he spoke, there was doubt and confusion on his face.

Fangzhong's face was tense, and the veins on the back of his hands were bulging. He was even more sad and angry in his heart. His eyes were already red, and he asked in a hoarse voice:

"Why would someone want to kill my uncle?"

"It hasn't been found out yet." Officer Lin leaned forward with a scrutinizing tone:

"But before he was killed, the deceased had taken out high-interest loans from some people and purchased some contraband that could kill people."

"Including things like bows and crossbows..."

Buying a large amount of contraband that can kill people, and being surrounded and killed with sharp weapons, this situation does not happen to 'ordinary people'.

Fang Zheng was stunned.

In his impression, his uncle Fang Jian was honest and dull, and he would never dare to do anything illegal or disciplined even if he had some small thoughts.

Immediately he said hurriedly:

"This is impossible!"

"My uncle is a good man! Even if he buys these... he has no choice but to do so!"

Even so, he was inevitably a little flustered.

Since entering college, Fang Zheng has not been back much. Even during holidays, he often has to do odd jobs to earn money. A few years may not lead to a drastic change in personality.

"Maybe." Officer Lin shrugged and asked at the same time:

"Have you spoken to your uncle on the phone recently? Did he say anything?"

Fang Zheng opened his mouth, but stopped talking.

He suddenly remembered that one night a few days ago, he had just finished being busy at the conference and he did receive a call from his uncle.

I was sleepy and tired at the time, and I just wanted to lie down in bed and take a good nap, so I hung up the phone after a few perfunctory words.

Now that I think about it...

At that time, the uncle's voice was particularly excited, as if he had discovered something extraordinary, but he didn't take it to heart.

"Uncle said that he has found a way to make a fortune recently!"

Fang's face turned pale and he murmured:

"I also need to have a good rest, don't work night shifts, and be sure to pay attention to my health. We will have a good life in the future."

"Oh!" Officer Lin's eyes lit up:

"Did he say what the specific path was?"

"No." Fang Zheng lowered his head and tried not to cry:

"But uncle will never do bad things."

"..." Officer Lin touched his chin, thoughtfully, and then said after Fang Zheng calmed down a little:

"Would you like to see the body?"

"Let me remind you in advance, the corpse has a much greater impact than the photo. Your uncle's situation at that time was unacceptable to many police officers."

"Look." Fang Zheng took a deep breath:

"Police officer, please lead the way."

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"Fang Jian's family?"

"yes."

"Come here, sign here."

A claim letter with dense writing was handed out from the window. Fang Zheng, who was immersed in grief, just casually glanced at the terms on it and signed his name without checking the items.

"Give!"

The package is not big and there are not many things.

In addition to the cell phones that are familiar enough to have some patina, there are also some personal items, bracelets, cards, etc...

There is also a rusty bracelet.

"Thanks!"

After thanking him, Fang Zheng walked out of the door with the package in his arms like a zombie. The warm sunlight fell on him, causing him to subconsciously squint and cover his eyes with one hand to look up.

The scorching sun is high, but it cannot warm the coolness in my heart.

"Why!"

a long time.

With a slight sigh, Fangzheng stepped forward.