"It's too, too …"
After sighing for a while, the policeman from Jiangnan District didn't say anything in the end. He covered his face and slumped in the chair.
His mind was filled with the thought, "It's over, it's over, it's over."
Not only him, but the others also looked like they were going to die.
At noon, they received a call from the workers in charge of the courtyard management, claiming that they smelled a strong stench in the courtyard of a villa.
The stench was coming from the villa/room.
These few words could provoke the nerves of the police and the reporters. The former had a headache, while the latter was excited.
This was not a murder case, but it was going to be a murder case.
Especially the high-end villas in the rich district, it was a hot topic. But this time was special. Few newspapers dared to send reporters to investigate. They all pretended not to hear it. After all, the person who died was suspected to be the young master of the Bin family.
Binjiang Industry, Nanzaoyang Steel and other leading enterprises in traditional industries, were not as good as the top few conglomerates in terms of control of the country's economic lifeline, but they were also gods beyond the mortal class. They only had some genetic similarities with ordinary people, but there was a strong difference in the fairest death and life expectancy.
It might be an exaggeration to say that Nanzaoyang was a country ruled by the conglomerates, but it was very appropriate to say that the conglomerates and the officials shared the country's land. The conglomerates were even above the officials and the law.
The director of Nanzaoyang liked to make a bunch of critical movies, criticizing how dark society was and how incompetent the government was. He claimed to torture people's hearts. Although it didn't mean that the movies were of any use, the people enjoyed it very much. However, there were so many popular films criticizing the government, but none of them dared to criticize and expose the conglomerates.
In fact, as long as they could provide sufficient box office earnings, the chaebols would also support movies that criticized them. In any case, even if hundreds of thousands or millions of people demonstrated on the streets, it wouldn't affect their ruling position. What they loved the most was to see people desperately shouting and helpless.
It was as if all evil originated from the government, and the problem could be solved by criticizing the government.
It was like a person who had a tumor but always blamed the disease on the surface of the body.
"Leave the matter of contacting Bin Jinghao's father to me. You all go to the front line."
"Yes."
After thinking about it, the police chief still didn't go to the scene.
The frontline work was handed over to his subordinates. He still had to deal with Bin Jinghao's father. The father probably didn't know that his son had met with misfortune. It would be interesting if he knew but didn't call the police.
Moreover, it was enough for the director to look at the photos of the crime scene in the villa. He had just finished his meal and didn't want to investigate it himself.
It was not easy to directly contact a capitalist of that level. After the secretary transferred the call, Bin Jinghao's father finally answered the phone.
"Hello, I'm Li Riyu, your son …" The director considered his choice of words. Should he say that your son is dead or that your son won't be able to live?
If you had an illegitimate child, you would be able to ascend to the throne openly.
"Jing Hao?
Jing Hao just left not long ago. He went to the south. What happened? Did Jing Hao do something wrong? "
Father Bin's tone was serious. When he learned from his secretary that it was a call from the police chief, he had already guessed it.
No wonder this kid went to the south. It turned out that he had committed a crime here in Seoul. Even the police came to his door. This brat had been troublesome since high school. He had impregnated many female classmates. Although this wasn't a problem, the problem was that the identity of one of them wasn't simple.
Originally, he wanted to make the rice uncooked, but this brat refused. In the end, he had no choice but to kick him abroad. Now that he had returned to China, he was still troublesome.
"I, I …" In the summer, the police chief just wanted to wrap himself in a few layers of quilts.
It was too scary. What was going on?
Your son was actually wearing a resurrection armor?
Then who died in the villa?
"Boss Bin, I think we may have encountered trouble."
"You must come to our police station in person. It's best if you come alone."
"It's best if you bring something to ward off evil spirits."
Jiangnan District, Bin Jinghao's villa.
The police officers were busy taking photos and collecting evidence in the living room. Everyone couldn't help but feel nauseous when they glanced at the body.
"What kind of person is this? He can actually do such a cruel thing."
"Yes, it's too cruel."
The faceless Bin Jinghao was lying at the scene, and his body was gradually decomposing.
It was as if someone had taken off his mask and walked in the world with his face.
"The garage should be the first scene of the crime. The blood appeared from there. The corpse was moved to the living room in a very regular pattern. Then, the victim's face … The fatal wound should be on the right side of the neck."
"Very precise. After being stabbed, the victim lost the ability to resist on the spot."
"This criminal is too arrogant."
The police at the scene deeply sighed. After a short period of adaptation, he could also accept this kind of corpse.
It wasn't the criminal's behavior of destroying the corpse that was arrogant, but the fact that he didn't cover up his murder at all.
He didn't bury the corpse, nor did he move it to another place. He just left it exposed to the sun in the living room in the summer. Even if the air conditioner in the living room was turned on slightly, the corpse wouldn't decompose so quickly and the smell would spread.
In this day and age, even a child who watched too many detective anime should have some common sense when it came to committing crimes. This criminal didn't even wipe off the blood stains. It was as if he was urging the people around him to find the corpse quickly. He really didn't respect the police at all.
"Part of the cash in the victim's house was stolen. From the bed in the bedroom, it seems like the criminal slept on the bed for a few nights. The collected hair is being sent for examination. Perhaps there's information about the criminal, but the kitchen is not disturbed. The fridge is still full of food."
"Which means that the criminal has been sleeping in the same room with the corpse for the past few days and ordered takeout for his meals?
This psychological quality is too strong. How much hatred does he have for the victim? "
"You might not believe it, but there was no takeout box. It's like the criminal didn't eat or drink and stayed in the room with the corpse for a few days."
"How is that possible? It's just a cruel murder case. Don't add more drama to it."
The villa only had a surveillance camera installed outside, but it was miraculously not installed inside. From the surveillance camera outside … they couldn't see where the criminal entered the villa from. It was the criminal's fault for not covering it up. It turned out that he knew the situation inside the villa.
"I don't know how much hatred he has, but I don't think the victim is simple."
A police officer walked out from the basement of the villa with a brochure in his hand. His expression looked like he had eaten ten pounds of rice.
"We all know him. He's the son of Bin Jiang Industry Group."
"I'm not talking about his identity. Do you want to know why there are no surveillance cameras inside the villa?"
"Compared to the possible appearance of the criminal in the villa, this Bin Jinghao is more afraid of his evil deeds being recorded."
"Really … the wicked will be tortured by the wicked."