"The deceased is Fan Bowei, the director of the Cargo Department of Hong Kong Customs," the police officer said to Zhao Yu, who was investigating the scene. "He was 45 years old, divorced and single. He was killed between three and four o 'clock in the morning on the 15th …"
"Then … how did you find out?" Zhao Yu squatted down and looked at the white outline of the deceased's body. He asked out of habit.
"Hmm …" The police officer looked through the records and didn't answer until more than ten seconds later. "Fan Bowei went to work today. Because his position was important, the unit called him, but he didn't answer.
"In the end, the unit had to contact Fan Bowei's relatives. They came to check and found the crime scene …"
"Relatives? What kind of relatives? "Zhao Yu raised his head and asked.
"Mm …" This time, the young policeman panicked and quickly looked through the records. After a long while, he answered hesitantly, "It's … It's Fan Bowei's father!"
"So … The deceased was holding a Kuman Thong in her arms …" Zhao Yu asked again, "Did the deceased raise the Kuman Thong himself?"
"This … I'm not sure yet …" When the police officer answered, his forehead was already sweating.
"What?!" Zhao Yu's eyes widened. "You don't know? This person has been dead for two days. Don't you even know if Kuman Thong is his? "
"This …" The police officer wiped his sweat. "The deceased believed in Buddhism when he was alive. I guess … it should be him, right?"
"What the f * ck? What do you mean by 'should'?" Zhao Yu glared at them and asked, "What kind of attitude is this? Are you looking down on the special investigators of the Central Criminal Division? "
"No … no no no …" The young policeman quickly nodded and bowed. "I … I'll go and ask. I'm sorry, sir …"
After that, the junior police officer hurriedly took the notebook and made a phone call …
Tsk tsk …
Zhao Yu scanned the scene and realized that Inspector Cheng was nowhere to be seen. He wondered if he was hiding somewhere to smoke or to make a phone call.
It seemed that his previous worries were not unfounded. The local police's style was indeed very different from that of the mainland.
He could see clearly that this wasn't a problem with the junior police officer, but the local police who were playing tricks behind his back.
Since they knew that Zhao Yu was here to investigate, why didn't they send an experienced police officer to help instead of a rookie?
It seemed that handling a case in a different place was definitely not as comfortable as it was before.
However, Zhao Yu thought about it again. If he were a local police officer, he would definitely feel conflicted.
Forget it, Zhao Yu decided to let go of his prejudices and started to observe the scene carefully.
From the furnishings in the house of the deceased, it could be seen that Fan Bowei was indeed a devout Buddhist believer. There was a Buddhist shrine in the house and a Bodhisattva was enshrined. There were also incense burners and offerings …
However, Zhao Yu knew that Kuman Thong actually originated from the folk customs of Southeast Asia and had nothing to do with Buddhism.
Therefore, without an important confession, it was impossible to confirm that the Kuman Thong in Fan Bowei's arms when he died was his own pet.
If not, it didn't mean that this case was done by the same murderer as the previous Kuman Thong murders.
Whether it was an imitation or the reappearance of the Kuman Thong killer depended on the Kuman Thong in the hands of the deceased.
Looking around the crime scene, Zhao Yu found that most of Fan Bowei's rooms were surprisingly clean and tidy. Only the deceased's bedroom was a little messy.
Because the deceased had been poisoned by the murderer in the middle of the night, the bed of the deceased was in a mess, and part of the bedding had slipped to the ground.
Based on the traces at the scene, Zhao Yu could tell that the murderer must have started from the bedroom. He had used a rope that he had prepared beforehand to wrap around the neck of the deceased, then dragged him along the floor to the living room. Finally, he had tightened the rope and strangled him.
The deceased might have had an absolute advantage in strength, causing the deceased to be unable to resist at the time. Hence, there were no signs of a fight at the scene.
Tsk tsk …
Zhao Yu looked at the scene and imagined himself as the victim. He was filtering the scene of the crime over and over again.
"Sir, sir …" At this time, the police officer who had left earlier ran back panting and said, "I've asked clearly. We have asked Fan Bowei's family, but their answers were vague. So, we can't be sure if the Kuman Thong belongs to him."
"What? You can't be sure? "Zhao Yu frowned." What do you mean vague? "
"Fan Bowei is single and divorced. He lives an independent life, so his family doesn't know if he used to raise a Kuman Thong!" The police officer replied. "Also, some people have ulterior motives for raising a Kuman Thong, so they usually don't want others to know.
"But …" The police officer flipped open a document and handed it to Zhao Yu. "We found natural incense in Fan Bowei's drawer, and there were some children's biscuits in the fridge, which might have been used to raise a Kuman Thong …"
Zhao Yu took the document and found that, apart from the photo, the rest of the information was written in traditional Chinese, which looked very awkward.
"So …" The police officer said, "Our officer thinks that the Kuman Thong should have been raised by Fan Bowei himself!"
"Probably … Probably …" Zhao Yu shook his head. "Are you investigating the case or writing a script? Let me ask you, what did the expert from Thailand say? He should have been able to see clearly if the Kuman Thong was raised by Fan Bowei himself, right? "
"Um …" The police officer shook his head awkwardly. "I don't know about that. He didn't seem to say anything."
Phew …
If it had been in the past, Zhao Yu would have already flown into a rage. But now that he was mature, he knew that it was pointless to fly into a rage. Instead of flying into a rage, he might as well come up with some ideas.
At that moment, the first thing that came to his mind was that he needed an expert.
This was because he found that the Kuman Thong case involved a lot of secret religious knowledge, which was far from what he had come into contact with before. So, he needed to find an expert to help him.
Secondly, he was still thinking about the Thai expert named Mia. Through the contact just now, he seemed to have seen something in Mia's eyes.
The Thai expert's eyes were unfocused, as if he had found some important clues. However, he had no intention of sharing them with Zhao Yu.
So, he thought that he should work on this guy to see if he really had something up his sleeves.
Also …
Zhao Yu took a closer look at the shrine in Fan Bowei's house. He still remembered that before he had come, Mia had been staring at the shrine in a daze, as if he had been thinking about something. It was Zhao Yu who had interrupted him.
So … Could the clues that the Thai expert had found be related to the shrine?
Thinking of this, Zhao Yu stood in front of the shrine and looked at it carefully.
However, he didn't know much about Buddhism. After looking at it for a long time, he still couldn't figure anything out. So, he took a few photos, then left the crime scene …
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