Swallowing the Seas

Chapter 85

The next morning.

The early morning sunshine in Jinhai summer accompanied by the chirping of birds filtered through the curtains. Wu Yu opened his eyes dimly, closed them again for a moment, then sat up and let out a long yawn. He found that something was wrong with the furnishings of the surrounding rooms - it was Bu Zhonghua's master. Lying.

The leader eats, lives and sleeps with the leader, and even sleeps with the leader. As a subordinate, life has simply reached its peak at this moment...

Wu Yu rubbed his groggy eyes and rolled out of bed. When he saw the time, it was already eight in the morning. He turned around and said loudly: "Leader! Leader?"

There was no reply outside the house. He must have gone to work.

Wu Yu made the bed a little and was about to go upstairs to the guest bedroom to brush his teeth and wash his face. However, as soon as the master bedroom door opened, a black thing whizzed down in front of his head, making him take three steps back as fast as lightning. When he took a closer look, it was Just a sock hanging in the air.

......sock......

The black men's socks were dangling, tied to the top of the door by a thin rope, and it was unknown what was stuffed in the bulging bags. Wu Wei stared at it expressionlessly for about ten seconds, then raised an eyebrow and opened the sock. Inside, there was a latest mobile phone and a bunch of headphone power and data cables. There was a note stuck on the screen of the mobile phone that had not yet been peeled off. , Gonggong wrote: [Christmas gift to Wu Yu, Bu Chonghua].

There is another note taped on the back, the handwriting is much more scrawled, it must have been written in a hurry:

[The autopsy results of the killer at the construction site have been released. I have to go to the technical team. You can go to work again in the afternoon. ps: You are not allowed to download Hatano Yui with a new mobile phone. 】

The air was quiet. Wu Yu picked up the socks with two fingers, his eyes a little subtle.

"...I understand the truth, but these socks must have been worn before."

"The deceased's body trauma is consistent with the characteristics of being light internally and externally severe, widespread and multiple, and all injuries occurring at once. Judging from the autopsy results alone, there is no doubt that he died from a high fall." In the office of the technical team, Wang Jiuling shouted with an autopsy report. Di Fan: "The fingerprints of the deceased are not recorded in the national criminal database. According to your speculation, we checked the entry and exit records. Sure enough, the reason why he has no criminal record is--"

With a snap, Wang Jiuling photographed the autopsy report in front of Bu Zhonghua and pointed to the deceased's information on the homepage: "Nationality, Myanmar."

Bu Zhonghua only glanced at it, and his suspicions were confirmed, but he was not particularly touched: "I asked you to check his whereabouts in the past month. Are there any special clues?"

Wang Jiuling shrugged and pointed to a pile of personal belongings packed in evidence bags in front of him: "All the bits and pieces are here. The ID card is fake, the student ID card is forged, the polo shirt is a high imitation, and the watch is... It's old and refurbished, and the phone is a parallel import from Hong Kong... Oh yes, the phone is full of all kinds of photos of Wu Yu being followed, let alone, it's quite scary."

Bu Zhonghua casually picked up the parallel-imported mobile phone. The technical team had unlocked it and restored all the data. The photo album was mostly filled with Wu Yu. Wu Yu in the bookstore, Wu Yu on the way to work, squatting at the fish stall downstairs of the Public Security Bureau waiting for skewers to eat, sitting on a bench on the street with one hand in his trouser pocket and one hand stretched out to feed stray kittens. Wu Yu... All the photos are from the side or the back from a distance, and none of them can clearly see the front face.