Chapter 53: Judge CuiThe process of the case is simple. But there are two doubts. The first is the weapon used by the killer. Wu Xian couldn’t see what specific weapon he used, but could only roughly infer that it was a sharp blade. The second is the manner of death. The way the parents, wife and daughter died was very similar to the crime process described by the criminal who was undergoing a psychiatric evaluation this morning. This was definitely not a coincidence but was deliberate. It just so happened that Wu Xian had just learned that the prisoner had escaped from prison before leaving get off work. Could this be a coincidence? Is the murderer the criminal he interrogated this morning? "No, not necessarily. Maybe it was a copycat crime." But no matter what the truth is.
Wu Xian had to try to obtain information from the official authorities, otherwise it would be difficult for him to quickly avenge the doctor's family. So Wu Xian chose a clean sofa and sat down. Dial the emergency number 333 of this blessed land. Didn't have to wait too long. Several police cars drove over and detectives in black uniforms took away all the bodies. Then the technical investigation department began taking pictures, collecting fingerprints and gathering evidence. The body was covered with a white sheet. Wu Xian felt much more relaxed. It seemed that Xu Ming's family members didn't want their body to be left on the ground like that. He watched the detectives' case handling process with great interest. The way these people handle cases is completely different from reality. Many of their operations do not seem like those of professionals, but more like investigative methods that laymen came up with on the spur of the moment. Just by watching these people's case-handling methods, Wu Xian felt a sense of superiority as a professional. After a while. An old detective with a big belly and a silver star on his uniform walked in. He should be the leader of these detectives. No matter in which orderly society, the murder of a family of four is a big case. Wu Xian secretly wiped his eyes with an onion, went to the old inspector and cried about his miserable experience. The inspector patted Wu Xian's shoulder sympathetically. "Don't worry, doctor, we will help you catch the murderer." Wu Xian's eyes were red as he asked for information about the first suspect: "I heard that the prisoner I examined this morning escaped from prison. Can you tell me his name?" The old detective shook his head. Wu Xian frowned. Why did this world protect the information of criminals to such an excessive extent? He was unwilling to give up and continued to ask: "What about the detective this morning? Can I talk to him?" The old detective's face changed slightly: "He...he is missing."
Wu Xian gave up the idea of asking further questions. It seemed that he couldn't get anything useful from the old detective, so he needed to find an opportunity to "borrow" some information. With the completion of the investigation. The agents left one after another, and all of them evacuated under Wu Xian's confused eyes. "that's it?" Wu Xian didn't know how to complain. How could a law enforcement agency leave the survivors of a family massacre at the crime scene and then leave? After a while. The old detective turned back and spoke to Wu Xian earnestly. "I've seen your eyes like this, and I know you won't let the murderer go... If you are willing to give up your current life, I can give you a chance for revenge." Wu Xian's eyes moved slightly. He pretended to be sad, pointed at the bloody room, bit his lip and growled. "What kind of life can I have now?" The old detective took a deep breath, as if he had made a difficult decision. "In that case, then you come to the Investigation Bureau. I will appoint you as the detective and let you be in charge of this case." "What the hell?" this time. Wu Xian was completely confused. In Wu Xian's opinion, letting the victim's family members serve as detectives is simply illogical, a ridiculous joke, and an incomprehensible fantasy. The old inspector quickly gave Wu Xian an explanation. The laws of this world advocate handling cases from the perspective of the victim, and the person who can empathize most with the victim is the victim himself, so the victim is often encouraged to participate in the arrest. This is a legal explanation. The reality is that the Investigation Bureau has been seriously short of staff recently, and the detective in charge of this case has disappeared. They are in urgent need of manpower to handle the case. If Wu Xian does not get involved, the case may be temporarily shelved. Wu Xian has been helping to identify mentally ill patients and has long been considered half of their own. Moreover, everyone in the Investigation Bureau has deep sympathy for Wu Xian, so the old detective used his power to help Wu Xian. But even after hearing the explanation, Wu Xian still felt it was too far-fetched. Just as he hesitated, a message suddenly flashed in his eyes. [You have found a clue to avenge your family, and decided to accept the inspector's invitation. You will report to the investigation bureau tomorrow morning and vow to catch the real murderer as soon as possible.] "Okay, I'll take up my post tomorrow morning!" Wu Xian had no choice but to agree and watched the fat old detective drive away. Until then.
Wu Xiancai realized where the sense of disharmony he had always felt came from. Before, he always thought that this blessed land was very free, unlike the previous blessed land where one could only move within a very small range. But now it seems that this blessed land is not free at all! It seemed as if there was a huge force behind all his actions, pushing him onto the predetermined route. He seemed to have many choices, but in fact every step was arranged. Whether it is a hospital. Or family. Or the Bureau of Investigation and the streets. Everything in this blessed land doesn't seem to have developed normally. It's more like a virtual world forcibly generated by an outsider with some basic settings! This layman doesn't understand medical care, doesn't know how to investigate cases, and doesn't understand any aspects of the world. "That's why the streets are so monotonous..." "That's not right either." "According to my investigation in reality, the world in the blessed land should also be real, just as real as the real world..." Wu Xian stood at the door and thought for a long time. No results were obtained. He planned to clean up the room first. If he didn't clean up the crime scene, it would be difficult for him to sleep well tonight. But when he turned around, he saw three statues! In the center of the living room. A long rosewood table appeared at some point, with three statues of gods placed on it, three incense sticks for offering to gods, red candles, incense burners and other items on the table, as well as a lighter to prevent Wu Xian from being unable to light the incense. There are three statues, all of which look the same. He has a black hat on his head, a rhino horn around his waist, a ivory tablet in his hand, and a silk robe on his body. He has a dark face and a big beard. In one hand he holds the Book of Life and Death, in the other hand he holds the soul-calling pen, and under his feet are a mixture of corpses and flesh. This is the Earth Official - Judge Cui of Yinlu. "Judge Cui..." Judge Cui was not among the sixteen common statues of gods, which reminded Wu Xian of the notes Qi Zhiyong gave him. It says that apart from the sixteen gods, statues of gods are rare, and are mostly related to the special rules of the blessed land. The appearance of Judge Cui. Does this mean that the rules of this blessed land are significantly different from those of other blessed lands? Judge Cui. From the tenth chapter of Journey to the West. Taizong heard this and looked up. He saw the man: He had a black gauze on his head and a rhinoceros horn around his waist. He had a black gauze on his head and a soft belt, and a rhinoceros horn around his waist with a golden box. He held a ivory tablet in his hand and was full of auspicious mist. He was wearing a silk robe and was covered with auspicious light. Wearing a pair of pink boots, he climbs the clouds and rushes through the mist; carrying a book of life and death, he determines his survival. His hair is fluffy and flutters over his ears, and his beard is flying around his cheeks. He used to be the prime minister of the Tang Dynasty, but now he is in charge of the case and serves the King of Hell.
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