Chapter 1538 Political Correctness

Old Zhang walked out of Starbucks with two cups of coffee in his hand. He got into his police car and handed one to Yue Ya in the passenger seat.

Yue Ya took the coffee and slowly rotated it in her hands.

It was very cold. Not every ghost messenger could withstand the cold like Zhou Ze; Zhou Ze was an exception. In fact, most ghost messengers still had ordinary human bodies.

"Thanks for your trouble."

Old Zhang said apologetically.

"Serving the people."

Yue Ya responded with a smile. After Old Zhang came to the internet cafe and explained his purpose, Zheng Qiang and Liu Chuyu pretended not to hear. They were too lazy to play any detective games.

According to their boss's meaning, something big was likely to happen soon, and they just wanted to rest first.

If it weren't for the fact that Old Zhang was one of the five ghost messengers under their boss, they might have ridiculed him.

In the end, Yue Ya couldn't bear it and nodded to Old Zhang, indicating that she could accompany him to investigate the case.

After all, it was something the boss had ordered. If none of the three went to cooperate, it would be difficult to explain to the boss.

Old Zhang took a big gulp of coffee and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

He said,

"Actually, I'm not being fussy about this matter. If it were an ordinary case, I would investigate it myself and wouldn't think of bothering you here.

I just feel that there is a problem with this case, so I wanted to find a helper. Moreover, in some matters, it is indeed not as convenient for me to handle as it is for you."

"Then why didn't you tell the boss directly?"

Old Zhang shook his head. "After all, there's no evidence, just my intuition."

The intuition of a veteran criminal police officer of several decades.

"Or, did you bother the boss with this kind of thing before?"

Yue Ya spoke the truth.

For a long time before, whether Old Zhang was alive or dead, he liked to ask Zhou Ze for help in solving cases.

Boss Zhou had to grit his teeth and agree several times, but after repeated requests, Boss Zhou, who was always lazy, could only keep Old Zhang at a distance.

Old Zhang licked his lips, a little embarrassed.

"Four people are missing, right? Their families didn't report it, but their colleagues or neighbors did?"

"Yes, so the number of missing people should be even greater. After all, not every colleague or every neighbor is so enthusiastic."

"Actually, it's very simple. Since the family members don't admit that the person is missing, just grab one of them and interrogate them, right?

Obviously, at least the families of these four people should be aware of it. The person suddenly disappeared, but they didn't report it. It's very obvious."

Old Zhang coughed.

"Oh!"

Yue Ya showed a look of realization.

"So, you don't want to get your hands dirty?"

"I'm different from you." Old Zhang sighed, "To be honest, although I am also a ghost messenger, I am not much different from an ordinary person. It's not that I have any moral cleanliness, and I'm not that pedantic, but if I do it, it's easy to leave a lot of traces. At that time, it may make things even more troublesome.

Most of the time, I can't help Zhou Ze with his affairs, and I can only watch from the side or help with some errands;

Sometimes I feel like I owe him a lot. After all, not to mention how many times he helped me when I was alive, if it weren't for him, I wouldn't be able to continue sitting in a police car now."

Yue Ya hummed,

her lips curling,

several silver needles spat out and fell into her hand.

"Not necessarily, maybe your role is bigger than the rest of us."

"How is that possible?"

"Nothing is impossible. To be honest, we are just doing errands for the boss now.

With the boss's personality, if it weren't for that lawyer surnamed An planning and arranging things, he might not have thought of taking in ghost messengers as subordinates, and he wouldn't bother to cultivate and promote anyone.

Maybe he's more interested in wandering around outside and abducting one or two great demons back.

Sigh,

You just saw that thing that looks like a sloth, right?

The few of us ghost messengers together might not be a match for it.

Compared to a beast, our advantage may be that we can speak and communicate.

Besides,

When Europeans make a movie, they have to pay attention to putting a black person or an Asian in the cast, what's that called?

Oh, right, it's called political correctness."

Yue Ya glanced at Old Zhang meaningfully,

and patted him on the shoulder.

Obviously,

the implication was:

You are your own boss's political correctness.

Old Zhang felt a little uneasy. How did he feel like he had become a mascot while chatting?

"Give me the address, I'll go grab a tongue and ask."

"Don't hurt anyone."

"I'm more afraid of hurting people than you are." Yue Ya rolled her eyes at him.

"Well, it's in the residential area in front, it's a family of three, but the son is in college out of town and is not at home.

The couple are both employees of a nearby textile factory.

The woman is missing, and the husband didn't report it. He told everyone that his wife had gone back to her parents' home, but two employees in the textile factory who were from the same hometown as his wife didn't hear about it, so they secretly reported it to the police station."

"They're really enthusiastic. There are so few people like this nowadays."

The social atmosphere nowadays is that everyone sweeps the snow in front of their own door and doesn't care about the frost on other people's roofs.

"It's also because there have been more cases of husbands killing their wives or defrauding insurance recently, so it has aroused some people's vigilance. So, based on the most cautious principle, they chose to report it secretly."

"So the husband is at home now?"

Old Zhang glanced at his watch and nodded.

"He should be off work and back home."

"I always feel like you haven't told me something?" Yue Ya turned her head and looked at Old Zhang, "Of course, if it's the kind of thing that doesn't matter whether you tell me or not, then you don't have to tell me. I'll just help you ask questions and tell you the results I get. That's all I'll do to complete my task."

Old Zhang sighed,

rubbed his eyebrows,

and said helplessly:

"According to the investigation of the four missing people currently under investigation, they actually have one thing in common."

"A commonality? Why does it sound a bit like the victims in a serial murder case all wearing red skirts?"

"To put it inappropriately, if it were just a simple serial murder case, I might not be so conflicted. At worst, I'd compete with the murderer for speed to see if the fish is fast or the net is fast.

But three of these four missing people have cancer, and one has uremia."

Hearing this, Yue Ya was stunned and frowned.

"I understand."

Four people with terminal illnesses collectively disappeared in a short period of time. This may only be the tip of the iceberg of what has been discovered. What secrets are hidden inside? Even thinking about it a little bit gives people a feeling of chills and fear.

The water is very deep, deep enough to bury people completely.

"Have your police questioned them?"

Old Zhang nodded. "We've questioned them, but the families are not cooperating."

"Then I'll go down. What about you?"

"I'll sit here and wait for your news."

"Then I'll see you later, my officer."

Yue Ya smiled, saluted Old Zhang, got out of the car, and walked into the residential area in front.

…………

This is an old residential area that should be quite old.

Following the address given by Old Zhang, Yue Ya found the house. There were no surveillance cameras in the corridor. Along the way, she didn't find any surveillance in other places except for the entrance door.

Yue Ya walked to the door, and two silver needles appeared on her fingertips. After fiddling with the keyhole for a while, the security door was quickly opened, and then the inside door was easily opened as well.

After walking in,

Yue Ya only felt a pungent smell,

a very strong smell of alcohol.

Was he drinking?

Yue Ya was a little worried. If that person was drunk, what would she interrogate? She couldn't search souls, and she didn't dare to kill people and seize their souls.

The living room wasn't big. Yue Ya first pushed open the door to the bedroom. The first bedroom should be their son's room, and it was full of Cristiano Ronaldo posters.

Yue Ya pushed open the door to the second bedroom. This should be the couple's bedroom. The quilt was in a mess, and there were cigarette butts all over the floor, making it look very dirty, but she still didn't see anyone.

Yue Ya returned to the living room.

At this time,

she suddenly realized that the walls of the living room were a bit crowded.

She thought they were posters of celebrities or something, but this time she looked closely and found that they were all photos of one person.

In the photos, the man was wearing a suit, a white coat, and a jersey at different times, and the slogans below were very loud, completely describing the man as a "great man."

"Is this a celebrity?"

Yue Ya thought with some doubts.

Because she really didn't recognize or had never seen the man in the photos.

She felt that she hadn't fallen behind the times. In addition to doing her job, her spare time was quite rich. Even those small fresh meats that were popping up in circles and circles now, she could mostly name them.

"Clang!"

At this moment,

there was a crash from the bathroom.

Yue Ya walked over and pushed open the bathroom door.

A middle-aged man was kneeling by the toilet with a bottle of baijiu (Chinese white alcohol) in his hand.

The pungent, sour smell rushed out from the moment the bathroom door was opened.

Yue Ya showed a look of disgust on her face,

and the silver needles in her hand turned several times.

She really wanted to stab the person in front of her to death, so as not to pollute the air around her.

However, Yue Ya still endured her temper and tried to ask:

"Where did your wife go?"

The man opened his bloodshot eyes and looked at Yue Ya with his head shaking, seemingly puzzled, but he didn't realize that a stranger had appeared in his house.

"Where did your wife go?"

"She went to get treatment."

The man took another sip of wine, then turned around and threw up into the toilet.

"Which hospital is she getting treatment at?"

Yue Ya continued to endure the pungent "fumigation."

"Hospital?"

The man showed a look of doubt and sarcasm,

looked up,

burped,

and shouted directly;

"Is the hospital a place to treat diseases? It's just a place to cheat money."

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