National Forensic Doctor

"Come, tell me, what's going on?"

Mu Zhiyang stood up, stood in front of the locals, and asked questions. He has worked in the police station and the criminal police team, so he naturally has a very reliable feeling when dealing with clients or the public.

The local man who came to inquire was a man in his fifties or sixties. He might not be that old, but he looked older. His hair was gray and his exposed skin was rough. He looked at Mu Zhiyang and then at Jiang. Yuan asked, "You are the police, right? Are you all police?"

"How did you tell?" Mu Zhiyang asked again.

"You are wearing police trousers." The local pointed at it and said, "My son is also a policeman. He used to wear these trousers when he went home. His name is Fang Guanhua, do you know him?"

Several people shook their heads.

Mu Zhiyang asked: "What do you call me?"

"Fang Mingfeng, you can call me Lao Fang." The local came closer and said, "Are you from the police station? Are there many people here?"

Mu Zhiyang shook his head, gave Wang Chuanxing a look, and then said: "Tell me what the situation is first."

Wang Chuanxing turned around and walked a little further away to make a phone call to learn about the situation.

Jiang Yuan, Jiang Hao and others sat around the stove making tea while listening curiously with their ears pricked up.

When not at work, the detective's curiosity will gradually recover. It's like a pig that hasn't eaten melon for a long time.

"I told the police when I called the police that there are tourists missing here. You have to pay attention to this matter... But, how many people do you come to at one time?" Fang Mingfeng, a local, said, but felt that it was inappropriate. He hesitated for a moment and said, "I'm going to get something to show you."

He was starting to get suspicious, but seeing that there were so many people like Mu Zhiyang, he didn't dare to ask directly, so he wanted to run away first.

Mu Zhiyang couldn't let him leave just like that, so he grabbed him and said, "I'll show you my ID first."

Mu Zhiyang showed the police identification card in his pocket.

"Are you really the police?" Fang Mingfeng frowned.

"We are police officers from out of town, here to have fun." Mu Zhiyang gave the answer this time. Because if there is indeed a disappearance case, it is still necessary to understand the situation.

Fang Mingfeng said coquettishly: "Where are you from out of town?"

"From Ningtai County."

"What are the police from Ningtai County doing here?"

“Team building.”

“What do you do for team building?”

Guo Kanghao smiled and said, "Tell me about his situation."

Meng Chengbiao glanced at the police officer's ID card again, handed it back to Guo Kanghao, and then said: "You have called the police several times. The police over there always come down to take a look and ask questions, and then go back and get news..."

"He said no tourists were missing. Is there no evidence?" Guo Kanghao interrupted Meng Chengbiao. If you have been a police officer for a long time, you will know that everyone is not able to express themselves in language. It is too common to go off topic while talking, and it is a bad thing like asking questions.

Before Meng Chengbiao was interrupted, he hummed twice before remembering what he wanted to say and said, "Do you have the kind of evidence they want, but you know, the person is missing."

"How does he know?"

"You guys know..."

Fang Mingfeng broke the cycle of chatting again and said, "Which tourist is missing? Doesn't he have a name or a photo?"

"That." Meng Chengbiao took out his cell phone that time and showed Fang Mingfeng the photo.

"Liu Yang." Guo Kanghao mainly read it to Jiang Yuan and others. Then he looked at the photo, then frowned and said, "That's a 20-year-old female tourist, right? Is she alone?"

"Yes. I came alone. I paid the deposit and left." Meng Chengbiao said softly.

Fang Mingfeng didn't understand what I meant, so he asked, "How much is the deposit?"

"200 yuan." Meng Chengbiao replied.

Guo Kanghao smiled and said: "The 200 yuan deposit, maybe I think it matters, so I just want it.

"It's possible." Meng Chengbiao said: "The kid has no money, so he can save money on food and other things. He only eats steamed buns, pickles and the like a day, and then he drinks some porridge, and everyone knows if you fry some vegetables or something. Say thank you. Also give money.”

"Does he run a B\u0026B?" Mu Zhiyang came over with a small teapot provided by Jiang Hao, as he hated Internet celebrity products such as making tea by the stove. Titanium.

Guo Kanghao judged from personal experience that what Meng Chengbiao described was indeed not abnormal at all. There are not many people who care about 200 yuan, but there are also very few people who care about 200 yuan. Moreover, there are no special people who are willing to bargain to show off their status or show off, and there are not even children from poor families.

I am still willing to play that kind of game, but there are many young people who can only eat steamed buns and pickles, and there are many young people who are willing to give in and eat carbohydrates.

That kind of person is probably really poor.

Meng Chengbiao nodded: "Hey. Your home is right next to the stockade. Your daughter-in-law said she could make some money doing that, so she taught you how to do it. At that time, there was a unified process for documents outside the town, and you had all the documents..."

"How much does his B\u0026B cost per day? How many days did the guy named Liu Yang pay?" Mu Zhiyang exchanged places with Fang Mingfeng and asked.

"128 a day. That young man came over and negotiated the price with you. He stayed for 4 days for 420 yuan. He paid a deposit of 200. It turned out that the deposit was required, so it's possible, right." Meng Chengbiao said those words , the answer is not logical at all.

"It's true." Mu Zhiyang agreed with Meng Chengbiao, and then asked: "He thinks Liu Yang is missing. How many days has he been missing?"

"Eight days."

"Doesn't he have my contact information?"

"I called and the call went through."

Mu Zhiyang nodded, holding a small pure titanium tea cup and thinking.

When Meng Chengbiao saw this, he thought I was in trouble. He sighed and said, "Actually, you know that they are bad investigators. Your daughter-in-law also persuaded you later that young people nowadays love to travel and are willing to travel on a budget. It was decided that we would go to Qinghai-Tibet on foot, and it was even impossible to go abroad. Yes, you and those young friends

I have contacted everyone, and he said that we are willing to go out and play. This is true. The deposit is required, and the room fee that is not available is required. This is very possible..."

"How many young people?" Mu Zhiyang grasped the key point and raised his head: "Aren't there a few missing young people? They all just took the deposit and left?"

"There is only one person who has taken the deposit, but there are not many. If you call here, there will be news. None of them are saying that they will come back from the mountain and live there. None of them have left their things outside your place. , and they didn’t come to pick it up. Just say, you’re a bad young man who wants money, things, and a phone call, that

It's abnormal..." Meng Chengbiao stopped nagging again.

Mu Zhiyang then asked in detail.

Jiang Yuan drank too much tea at that time and walked over.

Mu Zhiyang came over and said loudly: "It sounds like a case, but it's also similar. One is taking deposits, one is taking things, and one is returning from mountain retreat... Special hotel or B\u0026B owners, in that kind of situation , I will call the police at all. It is an abnormal situation during business operations. I guess it is still an old man.

My son is a policeman, so he is not a little too vigilant. "

"Collect the phone numbers and names and check if they are broken." Jiang Yuan didn't feel burdened, and just regarded it as a major hurdle in team building.

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