Black and White Edge

Chapter 1 Unknown body in the dump (1)

The city's bright neon lights up the low-hanging night, dimming as the stars and moon move westward. A cold wind blows, the early spring cold fog spread along the streets, bring but not always a good dream ......

And just as the hustle and bustle of the city gradually returns to silence, a weak point of light wanders out from the edge of the city, alone through the open countryside, like a firefly out of the flock.

Crunching ......

The little electric donkey on his hips rolled over the thawing mud. He listened to two financial commentators on his headphones analyzing the US-China trade war on the future direction of the stock market while keeping his eyes on the small patch of potholed ground ahead of him illuminated by the headlights, carefully dodging larger rocks and potholes.

After passing through a soft vegetable field that had just been turned over, and straining to climb and push across a hard ridge of earth, the little donkey stopped in front of a one-person-high barbed wire fence. On the other side of the barbed wire fence, blackened hills were one after another, emitting a damp, rotten, disgusting odor. This was the Lion's Grove Waste Treatment Plant in the west of the city, a place that anyone with a little bit of sophistication would be leery of approaching, but he treated it like a treasure trove, because everything that existed in the city existed here, only to be eliminated, only to be left out, but all of it was a testament to modern civilization.

"Cough~cough......cough~cough......"

Unwrapping his scarf and removing his headphones, the cold mist saw its way under his collar, and he couldn't help but cough violently. Not because of the smell of this place, the smell of this place he had long been accustomed to, but not accustomed to his own aging, and know in his heart of hearts that sooner or later he will himself be eliminated like these old fellows here.

Turning off the engine, getting out of the car, and turning on his headlamp, which was strapped to his forehead like an absentee headlamp, he took a few steps to the side along the barbed wire fence, and found his way into the junkyard through a pre-cut opening with a light touch. To be honest, the darkness of the dump late at night was quite frightening, but his fear had long been buried more than a decade ago, and only occasionally would he still lament the fact that the brothers who had panned for garbage together back then weren't around.

Everything here was already familiar to him, and he knew that the target he was looking for would probably be behind the two mountains of garbage in front of him. It had rained yesterday, and the water and mud mixed together made it particularly difficult to walk. Twice he slipped and fell, but luckily he managed to get his hands on the ground in time not to get his clothes wet. After a few stumbles, he finally found the place.

This area was close to the stopping point of large garbage trucks, mostly waste materials discarded by various factories. The smell was also different from earlier, with a unique motor oil odor mixed in with the fishy stench. He squatted down, plowed away all kinds of scattered edges, picked up a piece of polished metal, held in his hand and weighed, not! He also picked up a larger piece from the side, which was about the same weight, but when he checked the sheen of the cut surface with the help of his headlamp, it wasn't there either!

Sweeping his eyes a little farther away, he saw a faint pinkish reflection under a pile of cracked asbestos tiles to his left, similar to the texture of plastic. He bowed and scooted closer. There was indeed a piece of pale pink transparent plastic film pressed there, and the plastic film was sheathed in something, a white blob, certainly not metal, probably rubber or hard plastic.

Driven by curiosity, he reached out and grabbed it to take a look, and the moment he touched it, he felt the elasticity of flesh, and immediately loosened it like an electric shock.

What the hell?

Unwilling, he used his hand to pull the light pink plastic film wrapped around the object, the asbestos tiles pressed on it slid away, revealing most of his arm and a hand, a human hand, a dead man's hand!

I day!

His eyes almost popped out, he didn't scream, just another violent coughing fit triggered by a loud gasp for air.

Calming down after a few moments, he looked around to make sure no one else was in sight and pulled a piece of asbestos tile over the pale hand with all his might. He knew he was wearing cut-resistant gloves, an essential piece of equipment every time he came over, but he couldn't help but look down to make sure. Confirming that he wouldn't leave fingerprints, he got up and walked quickly out of the junkyard, mounted his small electric donkey, and left without looking back. The whole time there wasn't a single thought of calling the police.

***

Ten minutes short of eight in the morning. Uniformed police officers walked into the office compound of the Josie City Police Department one after another. Lv Wenwu of the Criminal Investigation Team, however, walked out of the office building from the opposite direction, in plain clothes with a brisk gait.

"Good morning, Brother Bin!"

"Good morning!" Meeting his fellow partner Zhang Le Hang face to face, Lu Wenwu simply nodded.

When there were no cases and no meetings, he usually didn't stay in the office. Having been transferred to Qiaoxi for half a year, the leaders and fellow officers were already accustomed to this style of his. No one would say he was absent or truant. If you go to the small playground behind the City Council compound at six o'clock, you can see him running laps or practicing the bar. If you enter the office at seven o'clock, you can see him sitting in front of the computer concentrating on the official documents in advance. What's more, he has consistently maintained a one hundred percent detection rate since his transfer, and although none of the cases were particularly important, his attitude and professionalism have won the recognition of the higher-ups.

Lu Wenwu walked to the parking lot of the compound and fished out the car keys from his pocket. The bureau had arranged for him to have a Great Wall SUV that was old, but it was well-maintained, fast-starting, and powerful enough, so he was satisfied with it. Sitting in the car, he fastened his seatbelt, ignited the ignition and put it in gear to start. If at this point he was still blind as to where he was going, he already had an idea in the few seconds it took him to drive from the parking lot to the front door. Driving out of the police station compound, he turned left and drove onto Culture Road, added a foot of gas and headed straight to the high-speed rail station in the south of the city.

Qiaoxi, change in more than ten years ago is just an inconspicuous small city. Noble geographical location adjacent to Shanghai and Hangzhou, coupled with the municipal government's policy of attracting investment, since the early twentieth century, all kinds of factories in this piece of land such as sprouting up, but also attracted a large number of migrant workers. Lu Wenwu specifically pay attention to the relevant data on the annual report of the Municipal Bureau of Statistics in the past year, household registration is not in the local migrant workers at most more than 800,000 people. The Spring Festival vacation hadn't been over for long, and it was the peak time for these people to go back to work, so the traffic flow at Qiaoxinan Station was sure to be high. He planned to go over and take a look, maybe he could stumble upon some cases.

When he came to the street corner that was still two stops away from the south station, Lu Wenwu obviously felt that the car could not be driven. Looking at the long line of cars in front of him, he decisively turned into the side road, looking for a place to park his car and then walked over on foot.

Walking in front of Qiaoxinan station on the overpass, overlooking the station in front of the road, Lu Wenwu for his choice to feel lucky. In order to recruit workers, several larger local factories directly sent buses to park on the side of the road in front of the station square to pull people in, causing serious congestion. Many drivers of small cars who couldn't move were tapping their horns to vent their annoyance. Looking further in the direction of the station building, a stream of migrant workers carrying large bags and small packages from the exit poured out, a bunch of piles gathered in the front square, some waiting for buses, some waiting for the factory's transportation, some waiting for acquaintances to pick up. Yells, urging sounds, shouting and cursing mixed together, the scene to be more chaotic and more chaotic.