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    September is the harvest season. This year, Yunxi City has good weather and the crops in the fields are growing well. Farmers who have worked hard for a year are anxiously waiting for the autumn harvest.  Shuangta Village is the most remote village in Yunxi City. It is named after the two ancient pagodas erected in the village. The village is close to the north, so local farmers use sorghum as their main crop.  Sorghum can be eaten and used to make wine. It can be said that it has many uses.  "Red Sorghum" directed by director Zhang Yimou and starring Jiang Wen, Gong Li, Teng Rujun, etc. can be said to be popular all over the country. "When the sorghum is red, Jiu'er smiles" This sentence has been deeply remembered by me since I was a child.

    In the early morning, the sun had just opened its eyes from the horizon. An old man wearing coarse clothes and cloth shoes was holding an adze and holding a pipe in his mouth. He hummed "The Little Widow Goes to the Grave" happily and twisted along the village path.  Go to your own sorghum field.

    ¡°Old Zhangtou, you¡¯re busy!¡± the old man shouted to his fellow villagers as he passed a sorghum field.

    "Hey, you're busy, are you going to the ground now?" Lao Zhangtou put down the adze in his hand and wiped the sweat on his forehead with the towel hanging around his neck.

    The old man took off the pipe from his mouth, exhaled a puff of smoke that stung his nose, and said with squinted eyes: "I only have a little bit of land, so there is no need to get up so early. It will probably only take a week to finish."

    "That's fast enough. Look at my house. It won't be finished without half a month." Lao Zhangtou looked up at the endless sorghum field with a sad face.

    "What are you worried about this year's bumper harvest? Why don't you worry more about not getting food? Seeing the crops grow like this this year, we are exhausted and happy, right?" The old man said and took two more puffs of dry smoke.

    When Lao Zhangtou said this, the sadness on his face instantly disappeared, he smiled innocently and nodded.

    "Come on, I won't bullshit you anymore, I'm going to my field!" The old man put the adze on his other shoulder and started walking again.

    ¡°In June, when the weather is very hot, the little widow goes to the grave and meets a soldier¡±

    Accompanied by "literary songs" with very rural characteristics, the old man stood beside his sorghum field.

    ¡°Bah, there was a strange sound coming from the old man¡¯s feet.  He felt that there was something muddy under his feet and asked doubtfully: "His grandma won't step on the feces, right?"

    After saying that, he lowered his head and looked at the soles of his feet.

    "Huh? Why is there blood? Is someone killing chickens on the roadside?" The old man raised his feet and rubbed hard on the clean field ridge.  In rural areas, it is common to kill live chickens to visit the graves of ancestors.  In rural areas, unlike cities, people can be buried in cemeteries after death.  Generally in rural areas, people are buried in their own fields after death.  So it was not unusual to see blood stains on the path, which did not arouse too much suspicion in the old man.

    ¡°These bastards are killing chickens in front of my farm.¡± The old man cursed while wiping the blood on his feet.

    When he got up again and prepared to work in the fields, a large piece of fallen sorghum caught his attention.

    "Which son of a bitch did such a good thing? Do you think I'm easy to bully? Are you crushing my crops?" The old man put away his pipe and ran towards the fallen sorghum.

    Just a few seconds later, the old man¡¯s panicked screams came from the sorghum field: ¡°Killing!¡±

    An hour later, the fields of this village, where few outsiders usually come, were filled with police cars. Our department also rushed to the scene immediately after receiving the alarm call.

    In order to save time, the five of us wore survey uniforms while listening to Captain Xu introduce the situation to us.

    "The reporter's name is Sun Ergou, a 58-year-old male who is a villager in Shuangta Village. Around 7:30 in the morning, he discovered the body when he went to his field to harvest crops. All other circumstances are currently unknown.  "

    "Captain Xu, has Sun Ergou seen the deceased?" I was the first to get dressed, stood up and asked.

    "I don't know him. And I just asked the local police station to identify him. They are very sure that the deceased was not from this area." Captain Xu shook his head and said.

    "Could it be that the body was dumped?" I said to myself, holding my chin.

    ¡°Don¡¯t think about it, let¡¯s go in and take a look first.¡± Fat Lei walked up to me and patted me on the shoulder.

    "Ye Qian, please bring my camera equipment over here." Fat Lei turned around and shouted.

    "Okay." Ye Qian picked up two large bags and followed us.

    The crime scene was a rectangular sorghum field running north-south. The sorghum field was short from east to west and long from north to south. To the north was a dirt road about one meter wide. It was on this dirt road that a large amount of blood stains were found.

    Since this scene is an outdoor scene, the ground is rough and hard soil, and the wind has been very strong in recent days, leaving no floating ash layer on the surface, so basically no traces such as fingerprints and footprints can be extracted, so I became a soy sauce in this case again.

    After ascertaining the situation at the scene, Ming Ge was the first to get into the cordon set up by the police station.  The four of us followed him in.

    He put down the exploration box in his hand, walked to a pool of blood that had not yet completely coagulated, and made a "pinching" motion in the blood with his hand. He naturally "picked up" a long dark red blood clot.  .

    "Judging from the blood stains and amount of bleeding at the scene, the deceased should have suffered a ruptured artery and blood vessel." Ming Ge did not see the body, and based on this alone, he could tell the possible cause of death of the deceased, which has to be admired.

    ¡°Is this the scene where the body was dumped or the scene of the crime?¡± I squatted in front of Brother Ming and asked.

    Brother Ming looked in the east-west direction, and then said to me: "This must be the scene of the crime. Have you noticed that there is only this part of the road with blood stains, and there is no trace of blood in other places. The deceased should have a ruptured artery."  Injury, if the body was dumped, there should be dripping blood stains for a long distance around here."

    "The suspect killed someone here, doesn't that mean he can leave a lot of physical evidence?" Ye Qian asked quickly from the side.

    "That's right, as long as we work hard, we can't find clues even in this wilderness." Brother Ming answered confidently.

    While Brother Ming and I were sticking our buttocks out to study the dripping state of the blood, Ye Qian sniffed hard behind us, and then asked in confusion: "Why is there a smell of engine oil?"

    After hearing this, Brother Ming turned to look at Ye Qian curiously and asked, "What's the smell of engine oil?"

    I also turned around and looked at her at this moment. She was looking for the source of the smell with her pointed nose.

    "Where is the smell of organic oil? Why didn't I smell it?" Fat Lei put down the camera in his hand and poked his head over.

    I quickly made a "pause" gesture to Pang Lei, telling him not to disturb Ye Qian.  Others may wonder, but I have a clear understanding of it. A master of motorcycle modification like Ye Qian is not as sensitive to things like engine oil as ordinary people.

    "Here." Ye Qian suddenly stopped and found a pool of black oil on the ground on the west side about three meters away from us.

    Brother Ming put down the blood clot in his hand and walked to where Ye Qian was in a few steps.  After squatting on the ground and observing carefully for a few times, he stood up and said to us: "The suspect or the deceased came to the crime scene on a motorcycle."

    "Director Leng, how did you judge?" Ye Qian stood aside and asked curiously.

    Brother Ming glanced at the road and said: "This road is not the main road in the village. The entrance is on the east side, and the west side is blocked, so not many people usually walk there. Almost all the people who can come here are farmers. I have just inquired  In the past two days, the villagers have been busy harvesting sorghum. At present, Shuangta Village basically harvests sorghum manually. After they cut off the sorghum stalks, they will use a large agricultural tricycle to pull the sorghum stalks away and then harvest them again.  Do threshing.¡±

    "You see, this road is less than one meter wide. Agricultural tricycles can't get in at all, and there are no traces of wheels on the ground. Therefore, villagers should choose the wide road to the south instead of here when pulling sorghum. So  This piece of engine oil should not be left by the agricultural tricycles commonly used in the village. Agricultural tricycles have been excluded, and cars are even less likely. The only ones left are motorcycles. Judging from the erosion of the oil on the ground, the engine oil is dripping on the ground  It has been quite some time, which means that when the motorcycle parked here, it was probably not dark yet."

    "It is nearly two hundred meters from the Didiluo location to the intersection on the east side. This road is completely impassable on the west side. People in the village who are familiar with the situation will not pass by here, and people who are not familiar with the situation will not dare to ride into this narrow area easily.  of sorghum."

    "In addition, according to the analysis of blood stains at the scene, the time of the crime should be about six hours from now, that is, around two o'clock in the middle of the night on September 16. At this time, rural people have long been resting at home, and it is impossible for someone to ride in the middle of the night.  Motorcycles hang around here, so I can determine that this motorcycle with oil leakage should be the vehicle used by the suspect or the deceased. There are no street lights here, and it is difficult to see at night, and it is so remote that even during the day  , except for local farmers, few outsiders pass by here. This eliminates the possibility that the suspect ambush here in advance and waits for an opportunity to commit crimes. Therefore, I infer that the suspect and the deceased may have arrived riding the same motorcycle.  here."

    "If you can ride a motorcycle, maybe it's an acquaintance who committed the crime. As long as we find out the circumstances of the deceased, we should be able to catch the real culprit." Ye Qian said excitedly from the side.

    "This is the idea for solving the case. Let's go and see the body." Brother Ming nodded, turned around and walked towards the sorghum field.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com)bsp;"This is the idea for solving the case. Let's go and see the body." Brother Ming nodded, turned around and walked towards the sorghum field.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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