I Took Home a Mummy

The houses on this side of Nancheng District are relatively dilapidated, with alleys winding and narrow, and the ground collapsed and uneven. Most of the people living here are tenants, and the environment is messy and messy.

Ning Mitang had been following the old woman slowly, and the wheelbarrow made a loud noise on the bumpy road. She looked around. The gray and gloomy walls in the alley, the dirty ground with water, and the clothes hanging out indiscriminately, all showed the living conditions here.

Soon after, the old woman pushed the car and stopped in front of a small single-storey house. Perhaps it was a long time ago. The paint on the door had fallen off, and the door rails were all yellow-brown rust.

The door was slowly opened, and the old woman moved the cart into the house with difficulty.

At the corner, Ning Mitang stood there. She looked at the closed iron gate, thinking about whether to leave.

There were a lot of people coming and going in the alley, and those passing by couldn't help but look at Ning Mitang. After all, the girl looks so good and has an excellent temperament. She wore a pure white windbreaker jacket on the upper body, a pair of narrow-footed jeans on the lower body, and a pair of light brown short boots under her feet. It was clean and pure, completely incompatible with the surrounding environment.

There was a strange color in the eyes of others, and Ning Mitang was very uncomfortable being looked at, and she stepped to leave.

However, in the next second, there was a burst of anger from the small house opposite.

"I am not dead, where is the money hidden?"

"Why don't you die?"

"I'm telling you, don't give me the money today and see how I can deal with you!"

Ning Mitang took a meal, and the man inside was so loud that even people passing by could hear her clearly. She turned her head and saw the indifferent face of the woman drying clothes next to the house, as if she had long been used to it.

"Give me the money, can you hear me?"

Then, there was a sound of slamming things.

Ning Mitang clenched the shoulder strap of her bag with her hands, she seemed to guess what was going on.

Just when she was wondering whether to look back, there was a loud noise in the small house, and Ning Mitang's heart trembled.

She was stunned for a few seconds, and immediately walked to the small house. The dilapidated iron door was suddenly opened. A panicked and messy face appeared behind the door. The man looked at Ning Mitang in astonishment and ran away instantly.

Ning Mitang pushed the door open and looked inside. The small, dark house was in a mess, and the ground was covered with broken things. She looked up, and inadvertently landed on the ground beside the long table, her black pupils shrank instantly, and she saw the old woman lying in a pool of blood with her eyes closed.

Walking quickly into the house, Ning Mitang stretched out her hand to probe the nose of the old woman and found that she was still angry. She took out her mobile phone and immediately called the ambulance.

Then, she hurried to the door and shouted, "Help, someone here is injured, please come and help..."

Ning Mitang looked anxious when he didn't know when the ambulance would arrive. She was worried that the old woman had other injuries besides her head, so she didn't dare to move her at all. Before long, she felt the old woman's breath weaker and weaker, and the smell of death on her body became stronger and stronger, so she ran outside the door and shouted for help.

People passing by took a curious look and left in a hurry. Even the neighbors were far away and had no intention of helping.

Ning Mitang's heart was a little cold and desperate.

"Are you calling for help?"

At this time, a cold, hard male voice came.

Facing the tall figure that suddenly appeared in front of him, Ning Mitang nodded in a daze, a little surprised, "Officer Qiao." She did not expect to meet Qiao Ziyan here.

"Here, the old woman was injured and shed a lot of blood. She must be rushed to the hospital." Ning Mitang said directly.

Qiao Ziyan strode into the house and checked the old woman's injuries. He immediately picked up the person, "I drove the car and can take the person to the hospital."

Ning Mitang was overjoyed. She assisted Qiao Ziyan to carry the old woman into the car and rushed to the hospital together.

Outside the emergency room, Qiao Ziyan made a note for Ning Mitang.

"I'll find out." Qiao Ziyan put the pen back in his pocket and said coldly.

"That's hard work, Officer Qiao." Ning Mitang nodded and replied.

Seeing the light in the emergency room went out, Ning Mitang immediately stood up, and she stepped forward to greet the doctor who came out. Qiao Ziyan also stood up and followed him, his expressionless face, his angular face getting tougher.

"Doctor, how is the old woman?"

"The patient had a bruise on her head and the wound was relatively large. Fortunately, it was delivered in time to be rescued. As the patient is older, there will be sequelae, and we have to wait for her to wake up and observe for a period of time to judge."

"Thank you doctor." Ning Mitang sighed deeply, her voice full of joy.

Qiao Ziyan glanced at Ning Mitang. There were bright red blood stains on her pure white coat, which should have been contaminated when she was helping her old woman. The red was printed on the snow-white clothes, which was particularly obvious.

The sky is getting dark, the lights in the corridor have not been turned on, and the light is a bit dim.

His sharp gaze fell on the opponent's face, a white and clean face full of joy, the smile on his lips was beautiful and moving, and a pair of clear and clean black eyes sparkled. His eyes stayed on it for a few seconds, then he moved away.

Outside the hospital entrance.

"I'll send you back?" Qiao Ziyan's voice was cold, and he spoke a little jerky, seeming to ask such a question for the first time.

Ning Mitang just wanted to refuse, but found that the other party's eyes fell on her. Only then did she notice that her clothes were stained with blood. Without saying more, she smiled slightly, "I'll trouble Officer Joe, then." She didn't want to be mistaken by pedestrians in the street for her murder.

On the road, the car was quiet and the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

In fact, Ning Mitang did not want to have too much contact with Qiao Ziyan, because she found that every time she saw him, something bad happened, especially a murder case. Counting this time, he has already written her three times, which is really not a good thing.

Just in front of the red light, the car stopped.

Qiao Ziyan's mellow and cold voice rang in the car, breaking the silence, "Why did you appear there then?"

The heart beat suddenly.

After a few seconds, Ning Mitang calmly said, "It happened to pass by."

Qiao Ziyan glanced at her slightly, moved his hand to block, and the car continued to move.

"Officer Qiao, in the previous case of Hot Spring Villa, was Han Wenjing the murderer?" Ning Mitang couldn't help asking.

As the setting sun went down, the orange-red afterlight passed through the glass and poured into the car, making the atmosphere softer.

"Our police found the murderer's dander in the nails of the deceased man..." Qiao Ziyan glanced at the matter straightforwardly. His voice was still cold, but it was much calmer. If Fang Yang was there, he would be surprised. Joe The team would be so patient to repeat the case.

Ning Mitang didn't expect this to be the case. After Qiao Ziyan's retelling, she knew what happened.

It turned out that Chen Junhao, the male deceased, was upset that night and killed the female deceased Feng Cheng. He was in the wretched corpse, but he did not expect to be hit by the sudden appearance of Han Wenjing.

At that time, the moon was shining and the hot spring water was reflected. Han Wenjing saw Chen Junhao burying her head on a woman with blood on her forehead. She was so frightened that her mobile phone fell to the ground, shocking her.

Within a few seconds, Chen Junhao had already stood up, showing a ferocious look, Han Wenjing wanted to run, but he grabbed her hair from behind with one hand.

"Help!"

Chen Junhao immediately covered her mouth and crushed her next to Feng Cheng's body. Han Wenjing saw Feng Cheng's eyes wide open at close range. They were full of horror. Her face was distorted and her face was bloody. She was so frightened that she struggled desperately, "Woo..."

"Hush!"

Chen Junhao's hand tightly covered her mouth, his whole body pressed her body firmly, and a terrifying grin appeared on his simple and honest face, "When you climbed the mountain today, didn't you scold me for being useless? You know if I have any use."

"Mmm..."

Han Wenjing trembled with fright. She struggled frantically, extremely afraid of becoming the corpse next to her.

Chen Junhao picked up a big rock, he held it up with one hand, his eyes flashed with gloomy light, "Don't move, I will gently, the pain will be over once, don't be afraid."

Han Wenjing looked at the sharp corners of the stone that were all bright red, obviously stained with blood from the corpse nearby. Her horrified pupils contracted extremely quickly, and her hands were struggling wildly beside her.

"Bang!" The sound of the stone falling to the bone sounded.

With tears splashing, her panic-stricken eyes widened to the extreme, Han Wenjing saw Chen Junhao's pain beating her movement, her face was unbelievable, she took the opportunity to push the person down, back pressured back, and hit his head. , She desperately tried to smash her crazy.

She didn't stop until the other person was motionless.

Looking at the blood-stained hands, Han Wenjing was so scared that she threw the stone into the hot spring pool. Realizing that she had killed someone, she calmed down for a while, resisting the fear, dragged the two corpses from the hot spring into the hot spring, but the blood-stained stone was thrown to the bottom of another pool.

Ning Mitang sighed a little after hearing this, but didn't expect that Han Wenjing was also a victim, but because of defense, she killed someone. Such a thing was not only bad luck enough to describe. As for whether she is guilty or not, the sentence depends on the judge's ruling.

What Ning Mitang didn't know was that it was so late that night, and Han Wenjing was still wandering outside because she wanted to find Mo Huai in the winter area, and it was the only way to go through the hot springs.

Ning Mitang glanced at Qiao Ziyan. His silhouette was not as exquisite as Mo Huai, but he was a different kind of rough, tough and handsome. She was careless and masculine. Thinking of her constant doubts, she asked: "Officer Qiao, before Liang Yanting Did the murderer catch the case?"

The hands on the steering wheel of the car were powerful, swinging the steering wheel, the car turned a corner, and Luwan Court quickly appeared in front of him.

Qiao Ziyan glanced at Ning Mitang with an unclear expression. She didn't expect her to be so interested in some cases, but then she realized that she was more or less involved in the two cases, and her concern was normal. "No, the clue is broken."

Before the forensic doctors found out the drug in the deceased’s body, they planned to investigate based on this clue. They did not expect to find that the drug was bought by Liang Yanting herself. Looking at it this way, the deceased’s suicide is more likely, but he did not stop. survey.

Ning Mitang's expression became solemn, "Have you found any clues?" She knew that this was not the question she should ask, but she was too impatient, so she blurted out.

The car drove into the Green Bay Garden and stopped in front of the apartment.

Ning Mitang was just a little embarrassed to not get an answer.

"It's a drug."

"what?"

Before the car door closed, Ning Mitang, who was standing outside the car, heard a cold voice. It was not until the car was far away that she returned to what the other party had said.

Drugged?

Therefore, what she smelled on the deceased Liang Yanting was drugged.

Then, the girl I met in the library also smelled like drugs!

While thinking, Ning Mitang took out the key.

"Tangtang."

The door was suddenly opened, and behind the door was Mo Huai's joyful face, "You are back, I have waited for you for a long time." The delicate face was a little wronged.

"Sorry, something happened on the way back." Ning Mitang walked in.

"Tangtang..."

The black pupils contracted rapidly, with horror. Looking at the blood on Ning Mitang's body, Mo Huai stiffened. His face and eyes were full of panic, worry, and his low voice trembled to the extreme: "Tangtang, you ...What's the matter with you?" The ending voice was a little bit crying.

On the white coat, the dazzling bright red made Mo Huai's eyes flushed instantly, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, his face was pale as paper, and his whole body became confused.

He tried to step forward, but his feet softened and he almost fell to the ground.

What happened to his Tangtang...