nucmednet Chapter 596 How did you discover the deceased
Chapter 596 How did you discover the deceased
At the Kuncheng Public Security Bureau, a burst of rapid and loud sirens instantly broke the original noise and tranquility of the city.
Police cars roared through the streets like black cheetahs, their lights flashing, and red and blue lights dancing rapidly on the walls of the buildings;
The terrifying sound of sirens echoed over the city for a long time, demonstrating to the world the sacred and inviolable authority represented by the law and the unquestionable and solemn power of the rule of law.
Soon, the police car that Xing Zhongxing was riding in was the first to stop steadily on the side of Zhou Li's door.
As the car door was pushed open with a "swish", Xing Zhongxing, Wu Lan and Zhai Minghao opened the car door quickly and skillfully.
He got out of the car neatly. He saw Mu Xiaoji standing quietly at the door, like a sculpture, with a solemn expression.
Reporters Yao Xinyue and Tao Ge stood aside. Although they were in such a tense atmosphere, they still stuck to their own work.
The cameras and interview equipment in hand are always ready to record the key moments of this emergency.
Cheng Jianpeng, Liang Boyu and Tian Dayong stood next to the medical vehicle, their eyes all focused on the direction where the police were rushing towards, their eyes revealing tension and concern.
Xing Zhongxing approached Mu Xiaoji with steady and resolute steps. With a solemn expression and a sharp gaze, he asked, "Mr. Mu, is this the crime scene you mentioned?"
Mu Xiaoji nodded seriously and responded, "Well, you guys go in and investigate! Since I discovered the situation, I haven't let anyone in to ensure that the scene remains as it was."
Upon hearing this, Xing Zhongxing nodded affirmatively and said briefly and forcefully, "Okay." Then, he raised his hand skillfully, waved to the police officers behind him, and gave instructions.
The police officers immediately understood what he meant, picked up various professional inspection tools, and walked towards Zhou Li's yard in an orderly and rapid manner.
Everyone's face was filled with concentration and seriousness, and they were fully aware of the importance of this mission.
Xing Zhongxing and Mu Xiaoji stood aside. Xing Zhongxing looked at Mu Xiaoji sharply and asked, "How did you find the deceased?"
Meanwhile, Wu Lan stood by, notebook in hand, pen poised to record key information.
Mu Xiaoji took a deep breath and told the story truthfully: "There is a correctional officer in Nancheng District Prison named Zhou Li.
The deceased was his wife, who had intestinal cancer. Yesterday, his wife suddenly fell ill and stayed at home, so he came to the hospital to ask me for help.
Normally, even though this village is far from the city, it shouldn't take a whole night to get to the hospital."
Mu Xiaoji frowned, his face full of confusion, and continued, "It wasn't until eight o'clock in the morning that he called me from the lobby of the City Center Hospital, and then we went back to his home together."
Mu Xiaoji paused, glanced towards the room, recalled the scene, and said slowly:
“I followed him into the house and saw it was in a mess with items scattered all over the floor.
The strange thing is, he seemed unfazed by it, as if this was just the way it was supposed to be at home."
Mu Xiaoji narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze inadvertently glancing at Wu Lan's hand as she continued writing, and continued to elaborate methodically:
"Then, I followed him into the back room, and he began talking to his wife. When I saw his wife's expression, my professional sensitivity made me feel something was wrong.
So I hurried over to check her pulse, but I couldn't feel any pulse beating and she had no vital signs.
Based on my years of experience, the time of death should have been not long ago, about half an hour or so!"
Suddenly, Mu Xiaoji seemed to remember something extremely important. His expression changed drastically, and he couldn't help but exclaimed, "Oh no, something might happen to Zhou Li."
Xing Zhongxing and Wu Lan became nervous when they heard this, and they asked almost in unison, "What's going on?"
Mu Xiaoji quickly sorted out his thoughts and recalled: "After I told Zhou Li that his wife had died, he was extremely sad. At this time, he received a call.
Since the hands-free mode was not on, I couldn't hear the other party's voice and could only guess based on Zhou Li's expression and the conversation.
From his nervous look and words, I learned that he had a six-year-old daughter who seemed to have been kidnapped and held hostage by the "boss" Zhou Li mentioned.
Zhou Li begged the other party to let his daughter go, but the other party seemed to ignore him and hung up the phone directly after speaking.
Zhou Li was so anxious that he ran out and drove away. I had difficulty walking and was unable to stop him.
Captain Xing, do you have any way to stop him? I'm really worried that he'll get impulsive and go after that so-called boss.
Xing Zhongxing looked solemn and asked without hesitation: "Do you still remember his license plate number?"
Mu Xiaoji shook his head helplessly, then quickly took out his cell phone, opened the address book and said, "This is his number."
After that, he handed the phone screen to Xing Zhongxing and Wu Lan. Wu Lan quickly wrote down the number in the notebook.
Xing Zhongxing immediately gathered his thoughts and instructed Zhai Minghao, who was standing beside him: "Zhai Minghao, contact the command center immediately and ask them to locate this number.
Check where Zhou Li's cell phone signal is now, and notify all the checkpoints on the main traffic routes to keep a close eye on Zhou Li's movements.
Once discovered, intercept him immediately and ensure his safety."
Zhai Minghao saluted in a standard manner and said, "Yes, Captain Xing." After receiving the order, Zhai Minghao hurried to the police car, opened the door, got in quickly, and started to get busy.
Xing Zhongxing turned to look at Mu Xiaoji and asked, "Mr. Mu, did Zhou Li tell you anything else about this so-called 'boss' on the phone? Any detail could be crucial."
Mu Xiaoji tried to recall the past and said, "Zhou Li kept begging the other party on the phone, saying, 'Boss, please let my daughter go, she's still so young,' and then the other party hung up.
Beyond that, no further information about the 'boss' was revealed. But from his tone, one could sense that this 'boss' seemed to have absolute control over him."
At this time, the police officers who entered Zhou Li's yard had already begun the tense and orderly on-site investigation.
Some police officers used professional fingerprint collection equipment to carefully extract fingerprints from various places where traces might be left;
Some police officers took cameras and took photos of the scene from different angles, with flashes of light flashing in the house.
Other police officers squatted on the ground, carefully observing the footprints, bloodstains and other possible physical evidence on the ground.
Carefully collect them with tweezers, place them in a special evidence bag, and make detailed labels.
While Wu Lan was recording Mu Xiaoji's words, she was thinking about the various possibilities of the case. She looked up at Xing Zhongxing and said:
"Captain Xing, judging by the current situation, this case doesn't seem simple. The death of Zhou Li's wife and the kidnapping of his daughter are likely part of a larger conspiracy."
Xing Zhongxing nodded slightly, and said with a firm look in his eyes: "That's right, we must sort out the clues as soon as possible.
We should start by investigating Zhou Li's social relationships to see who this "boss" is and what his intentions are towards him.
At the same time, keep a close eye on Zhou Li's whereabouts and find him before he does anything stupid."
Coleman drove his Land Rover Range Rover to the city center hospital in a panic. He stepped on the accelerator to the bottom and the car sped along the city roads like an arrow.
The scenery on both sides of the street passed by rapidly, and he completely ignored the appearance of the scenery, only thinking about getting to the hospital as soon as possible.
Finally, the symbolic red cross came into view, and the City Center Hospital appeared before him. He hurriedly parked the car in the parking space.
He quickly opened the car door and got out. The door made a "bang" sound, and then he rushed to the hospital lobby in a hurry.
Coleman hurried down the hall, politely asking the nurse who was approaching him:
"Hello, how do I get to the intensive care unit?" His voice trembled slightly with anxiety, and his breathing was also gasping.
The young nurse wore a professional smile and raised her hand to signal, "Sir, go straight from here, turn right at the end, and it's the room at the back."
A trace of gratitude flashed in Colliweiler's deep, dark blue eyes. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a charming smile. He said sincerely, "Thank you, beautiful nurse."
The nurse was touched by the beautiful address, and her smile became even brighter. She responded enthusiastically, "You're welcome, sir. Go ahead!"
After receiving the instructions, Coleman immediately ran towards the direction pointed by the nurse.
When he arrived at the designated location, he happened to see medical staff pushing a medical bed equipped with various advanced life monitoring instruments, carefully escorting the patient to transfer to the ward.
He hurried over and took a closer look. He was surprised to find that the person lying on the hospital bed was his cousin whom he had been thinking about all the time.
Unable to conceal his excitement, he quickly asked, "Doctor, this is my brother. How is his health now?"
As he spoke, he naturally walked towards the elevator door with everyone, his eyes fixed on his cousin, full of concern and worry.
Doctor Liu noticed Coleman and, while paying close attention to the data from the various instruments connected to the patient, he spoke methodically:
"The patient's vital signs have stabilized and all indicators are within the normal range.
As long as you take good care of yourself, avoid strenuous exercise and emotional fluctuations, and follow the doctor's instructions for rehabilitation treatment, you shouldn't have any major problems."
Hearing this, Coleman finally felt relieved. He said gratefully, "Thank you so much, doctor. You've worked so hard. I'm sorry for the trouble you've caused us. Thank you."
Just then, with a ding, the elevator doors slowly opened. A group of people carefully pushed the patient into the elevator, which rose steadily to the VIP ward on the top floor.
The ward is warmly and comfortably decorated and equipped with all kinds of medical equipment, providing patients with the best treatment and recuperation environment.
After everyone had properly placed the patient, Coleman breathed a sigh of relief. He sat down beside the bed, quietly guarding his cousin and praying silently in his heart that he would recover fully and quickly.