Xian Shengrong, male, forty years old, had been imprisoned for theft and selling ecstasy. After he was released, he went to Jiangyang County to work.
An anti-theft camera in a small supermarket near Jiangyang County captured Xian Shengrong's last image as he left the scene in a hurry. A few hours later, Wei Yao, Huang Xing, and the others retrieved a 9mm Luger shell from where he stood. Half a month later, his decomposing body was found on a highway 60 kilometers away.
Cause of death: traffic accident.
"Who knows if it was an accident or intentional. Anyway, it's already smashed into pieces." Gou LI's slurping noodle came through the car's Bluetooth. "Hey, boss, give me another braised egg with some spicy sauce, thank you … The preliminary autopsy report didn't find anything unusual, and the second autopsy didn't find any eggs either. Anyway, traffic accidents are one of the most difficult ways to identify intentional homicide. Our work as a forensic doctor is done. I suggest you go back and continue your love-hate relationship with the surveillance cameras. "
The car sped along the highway. Yan Ji sat in the front passenger seat, subconsciously grabbing his hair that he didn't have time to apply hair gel when he was discharged this morning. "You're the chief forensic doctor. The second autopsy didn't find anything? Are you at the same level as a county forensic doctor? "
Gou LI sat in the noodle shop eating happily with an earpiece in his ear. He snorted contemptuously. "Don't give me that. Back then, it was you who urged me to work overtime for half a month and dissected the entire series of poisoning cases by myself. Let me tell you, after so many years, provocation doesn't work anymore. Don't even think about asking me to go back and do the third autopsy!"
"Okay, send me the second autopsy report." Yan Ji said helplessly and dotingly. "I really don't know what to do with you."
Gou LI was so disgusted that he shuddered and accidentally hung up the phone.
After a short while, the phone buzzed. The second autopsy report was sent over.
Jiang Stops drove calmly. Yan Ji sat in the front passenger seat, flipping through Gou LI's notes with one hand and mischievously putting the other hand on the driver's leg. Every few minutes, he would try to stretch his hand between the driver's legs, and then Jiang Stops would rudely pull it out.
According to Yan Ji, when the husband was on a family trip, as long as the husband was still alive, he should never let the wife drive. it was a matter of a man's status and dignity. But because he had just been discharged from the hospital, Jiang Stops was worried about him driving more than two hours back to Jianning. so he said that he had psychological trauma of sitting in Yan Ji's car, which rose to the level of PTSD, and forced him to sit in the front passenger seat..
Yan Ji deeply felt that his belief in male chauvinism had been challenged, but on second thought, when he was discharged from the hospital in the morning, he did not have time to wash his hair, take a shower, change his clothes, shave his beard, and style his hair. His personal image had been reduced from the starting price of 50,000 yuan to 800 yuan for a night. If Jiang Stops drove, he would not have time to pay attention to him, so he readily agreed.
"Xian Shengrong used to be a shooting major in sports school. No wonder he was hired as a killer." Yan Ji muttered to the phone. "But his death was quite tragic. His back muscles and ribs were severely damaged, soft tissue contusion, and the volume of his lungs was reduced. He died directly because of breathing difficulties and excessive blood loss caused by his Qi and blood deficiency."
"A typical death by dragging," Jiang Stops said while holding the steering wheel.
Yan Ji nodded. "He should have been dragged for a long distance, but because the body was found late, the local traffic police squadron did not have a strong sense of protection of the scene, so they could not accurately determine the route of the crime. To be honest, this is the traffic accident I hate the most. First, there is no specific time, and second, there is no precise location. How long will the surveillance video take? "
Jiang Stops asked, "Has Xian Shengrong's social relations, income, family, and friends been checked?"
"It is said that they have checked. The bad friends he usually hangs out with didn't say anything, and there is no abnormality in the bank flow. There is only 50,000 yuan in cash and old bills at home."
— Old bills.
No matter who hired Xian Shengrong, this person's anti-reconnaissance ability was already quite strong.
"… Only 50,000 yuan," Jiang Stops murmured.
Yan Ji looked at him teasingly. "Why, are you proud that your husband's life is cheaper than yours?"
Jiang Stops waved his hand as if to give him a slap, but Yan Ji caught him in the air and pinched him in the palm of his hand.
"Stop it." Jiang Stops immediately pulled his hand back and held the steering wheel. His fair face seemed to be serious as he focused on the road ahead. "I was just thinking how it could be so cheap. It doesn't fit me, it doesn't fit … It doesn't fit common sense."
Yan Ji sighed. "Now I believe that you have never been in a relationship before."
At this time, the traffic light at the highway intersection turned red. Jiang Stops slowly stepped on the brakes and glanced at Yan Ji strangely.
"If I had a chance to hire an assassin to kill the King Of Spades, and I was almost 100% sure that I would succeed, I wouldn't spend a few million to hire an international first-class assassin. Fifty thousand yuan would be giving face to the King Of Spades. Do you understand this mentality? Using a sledgehammer to kill a chicken is itself a compliment to the chicken. In fact, this kind of ant-like small character shouldn't even need to be stepped on by me. In the end, I wasted a few million yuan on him? With a few million yuan, I can do whatever I want. "
Jiang Ting didn't know what was going on.
"So," Yan Ji said lovingly, "You don't understand the subtle hatred between males at all."
"…" Jiang Stops thought, what kind of anti-scientific theory is this? You are just talking nonsense.
Yan Ke shook his index finger with an unfathomable expression, as if he was an experienced expert on men's emotional problems.
At this time, the traffic light turned green. Jiang Stops stepped on the accelerator and slowly drove on the viaduct leading to Jianning City along with the traffic flow.
"I don't know much about the internal structure of this drug gang, but I have observed it carefully." Jiang Stops frowned and said, "The King Of Spades should have a team of people who are responsible for dealing with the aftermath. In some cases where it is impossible to avoid leaving clues, the assassin will choose to commit suicide to protect the employer. This group of suicide squads is recruited from very poor places in Myanmar, and the remuneration is paid to their families in Myanmar. So even if the domestic police trace the assassin who has committed suicide, it is difficult to follow the flow of foreign funds to find the connection between the assassin and the King Of Spades. It is a very perfect killing mechanism. "
Jiang Stops glanced at Yan Ji again and seemed to feel a little suspicious, "So why did you use an 'outsider' like Xian Shengrong this time …"
Using an "outsider" to assassinate Yan Ji, and then taking the trouble to silence Xian Shengrong afterwards. Although the "traffic accident" was done neatly, just like how Aje killed Fan Si on the highway, which was a typical style of the King Of Spades, it was not the most efficient preferred plan.
Was it really like what Yan Ji said, there was no need to use a sledgehammer to kill a chicken? In the eyes of the King Of Spades, Yan Ji's life was a waste?
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