This is simply the Republic of China version of Happy Father! But does this count as a dick's counterattack against Gao Shuaifu? Why does Mrs. Lu like a housekeeper? I have seen photos of Master Lu before, although he is not handsome or young, but he has a good demeanor, rich money, much better than a butler who only has good looks.
I rubbed the center of my brows and said, "Even if Miss Lu is Steward Ma's child, the news seems useless. Miss Lu has been to the United States for many years, and basically never came back. It is impossible and incapable of her to come back for revenge."
Ouyang Bo said: "Does this Steward Ma have any descendants?"
Zhao Yu said: "It's hard to say, because I can't find his detailed information. He is just a housekeeper of a big family. Maybe the national government had household registration information at that time, but now it is almost a hundred years since then, let alone Go find it."
Ouyang Bo was silent for a while, then said: "What if Ma Jian is not just a housekeeper?"
I asked, "What do you mean by that?"
Ouyang Bo said: "In this serial murder case, whether it is the dead bride or the spokesperson, I have checked their details. Those Mu Qingxuan's spokespersons have participated in Mu Qingxuan's investment. And none of the dead brides The exceptions are all those who are in the upper class of the mistress, and the mistress is righting the body."
I was stunned and said: "You can find out this? No one mentioned this when I checked with Zhao Yu."
Ouyang Bo snorted coldly: "Who would say these scandals easily? In short, since the descendants of the Lu family have been ruled out of suspicion, only the descendants of Steward Ma are suspected. Maybe Steward Ma and Mrs. Lu have other illegitimate children, To avenge his mother, he killed Xia Yimeng and skinned her. Because of his mother's past, this man especially hated women with mistresses, so he killed these brides one after another."
"But why did he burn the limbs of those brides? This is a psychopath." I pouted.
"I haven't figured it out yet. But Steward Ma's descendants are very likely." Ouyang Zhuanjia said: "Try to find a way to investigate."
I thought what you said was easy, how to check? It has been many years since Ma Jian died, and he has gone through two "dynasties". It will take many days to investigate.
Although I complain in my heart, I still have to do the work to be done. First of all, our people completely protected Liu Yufei. In order to prevent the sorcerer from taking the opportunity to commit murder again, I persuaded Liu Yufei to give her a gossip mirror that Wu Dan used to cast spells on. Liu Yufei also learned a lot of lessons. After returning home after a serious illness, she lowered her profile a lot. Baguajing obediently accepted her and basically lived in seclusion. The recent filming announcement was also cancelled.
Seeing that Liu Yufei was settled, I started to investigate Ma Jian's clue with Zhao Yu. During the investigation, Zhao Yu and I discovered a problem. After Mu Qingxuan went bankrupt, another domestic product called Yun Rumeng began to publicize and do public welfare activities, and Mu Qingxuan's position has gradually been replaced by him.
"Coincidentally, Zhao Yu," I said to Zhao Yu, looking at the advertisements that started to appear on the street, "Do you think this family is the behind-the-scenes 'driving force' who designed Mu Qingxuan?"
Zhao Yu said: "Maybe, but what they say has nothing to do with Mu Qingxuan's murder of a dead body, and we can't investigate them. Let's focus on investigating Ma Jian first."
So the two of us traveled between Tianjin and Shanghai, checked even places like social welfare institutions, and finally made a list. We estimated Ma Jian's age, and made a list of centenarians and deceased people named Ma Jian. Look, there are more than 200 people in Shanghai and Tianjin combined. Fortunately, this name is not too popular. If it is called Zhang San Li Si Wang Er Mazi, then Zhao Yu and I will have to check up and vomit blood.
The two of us compared the photos, and only dozens of people left sporadic photos. But after excluding them, there are still dozens of people named Ma Jian, and there are no detailed records. But these hometowns are all from Shanghai. The two of us contacted the Shanghai police and asked them to help with the investigation. It took about three or four days before I slowly figured out the information on these Ma Jians. Of these centenarians, no more than ten are still alive, but they are all living in nursing homes, hospitals or their children's homes. The rest are dead. Some are widowed and lonely old people, some have children. The Shanghai police also sent the children and social relations of these people.
Zhao Yu and I looked through the documents, and after reading for a long time, we didn't see any clues. They all looked like children in ordinary families, and none of them had a criminal record.
"There are teachers, professors, and ordinary workers among these people, but they are all good citizens without any criminal records, so it's really hard to judge." I sighed to Zhao Yu.
Zhao Yu stared at the few documents without saying a word, and browsed carefully. Suddenly, he handed one of them to me and said, "Look at this."?Looking in the past, there is also a person named Ma Jian on the information, male, without a photo. The age is very suitable for the person we are looking for, but his occupation is a soldier, and he does not match the housekeeper of a wealthy family.
This man has a son who is now the coach of a Sanda training class and has been to several martial arts gyms or training classes across the country. But since he is almost sixty, he has already retired. The coach also has a daughter who seems to be studying in a foreign university.
"What's wrong with this man?" I asked, "If it's a soldier, he might be a veteran, a hero of the Anti-Japanese War. Do you doubt the family of a soldier?"
Zhao Yu pondered and said: "I've been thinking that the paintings on the second floor of that photo studio can only take away people's souls. If a person loses his soul, then she will be unconscious first, and there may be a certain amount of pain. Consciousness. If it exceeds a certain period of time, she will really become a living dead, or a dead person. Those brides are very slender, although most people have the ability to get rid of them, but if you want to avoid being discovered by the people downstairs, That had to disappear from the second floor. Let¡¯s assume that a person comes down from the window on the second floor with an unconscious bride on his back. This person must have certain strength and skill, otherwise he will be discovered by the people downstairs. Then this person is likely to be a skilled person. Nice man. This Ma Jian is a soldier, and his son is a coach, and I feel like he has the ability to act."
I frowned and said, "Even if he has this ability, most of these brides disappear during the day. Could it be that he won't be discovered by jumping off the second floor with a woman in a wedding dress on his back?"
"Then let's go back and look at the scene." Zhao Yu said: "Go and see how we can get the bride away. Maybe we can find a little bit of clues. Because the bride must have worn a wedding dress at the time, and the wedding dress was complicated. , is too big to handle, and may leave clues.¡±
So Zhao Yu and I went back to the photo studio. When I got downstairs in the photo studio, I looked up at the windows on the second floor. This window faced the street. Although there were not too many pedestrians on the street, they were not too few. There were so many people coming and going, it was impossible for a big man carrying his bride not to be noticed. Even if he used any tool to pretend to take the bride away, it would be conspicuous enough.
So Zhao Yu and I turned to the side window again. This window faces the corridor on the second floor, and it is not easy to be found in the side alley. Opposite is the wall of a western restaurant. The windows of the western restaurant are just staggered from those of the photo studio. I believe that people who eat inside may not be able to see the small windows on the side of the photo studio. Next to the small window is the water pipe, which is exposed and rusty. It looks like it has been around for many years, and it may have been abandoned long ago.
"Half of these faucet pipes have been dismantled, have you noticed?" Zhao Yu pointed to these dilapidated faucet pipes and said, "It seems that they originally wanted to dismantle them all, but the project stopped only halfway through."
"Could this be the faucet pipe in the Republic of China period? At that time, the photo studio spent money to install the water pipe, but the curator suddenly disappeared, so the pipe was not installed." I said.
Zhao Yu nodded and said: "That's right, that's probably the case. Downstairs in this photo studio are the trash cans set up by the hotel. Several of them are as tall as a person. If someone puts the bride in a big black bag from this window Pull it out and throw it into the trash can, even if people passing by find it, they will just treat it as throwing rubbish."
"Who would throw a bag of garbage down from the second floor," I sweated, "It's a bit abrupt anyway."
Zhao Yu said: "If he was wearing the uniform of the water company and pretending to be repairing the pipes, he probably pretended to help throw out a bag of garbage, wouldn't it be natural?"
I suddenly said: "I see. What you mean is that the murderer is probably wearing the uniform of the water pipe company and pretending to be repairing the water pipe?" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com