Mao Yu sat in an office in the chemical factory, saying no.

A dark red breath condensed like a whirlwind into a middle-aged woman with a brown roll and looked half-mist. She smiled and took off her white coat, and lay lazily in Mao Yu's ear and blew her breath: "Little guy, do you need your sister to help you?"

A dangerous green light condensed in Mao Yu's eyes. He stared at the woman in front of him coldly, without any sympathy in his heart: "You better stay away from me, otherwise, don't blame me for being polite!"

Faced with Mao Yu's threat, the woman twisted her waist, wrapped her hands on him, and exhaled like Lan: "Why are you not polite?"

Mao Yu instinctively wanted to break free from her arms, but suddenly he realized that he could not transform. In the woman's arms, he was like a weak baby, tied his trachea bit by bit by bit by rope.

"Boy, we give you everything you have now, so we can take back everything you have. Don't think that you'll be arrogant after staying abroad for a few years. The water in China is deep, don't slap yourself up and you'll finish it." Mao Yu covered his arm tightly. This was the first time he had tasted the suffocation since he became a ghost.

The middle-aged beautiful woman coldly took out a white scarf and wiped her bright red lips, then threw the scarf on Mao Yu's head in disgust. After she threw a sentence, she turned into a dark red blood light and disappeared in front of Mao Yu: "Don't think we can't see your little moves in private. Let you go this time. If there is another time, I will completely destroy you and your little lover!"

Mao Yu struggled to sit up, and a green spirit transformed from his body into a 17 or 18-year-old girl. The girl tied her thin ponytail and held the embarrassed Mao Yu tightly with her small hands. Her big talking eyes showed an anxious look.

Mao Yu reached out and touched the girl's face, and smiled with a grudge, "Tingting, it's okay. Even the Inquisition can't do anything to me, so what can they do? Be good, go back and rest." After Mao Yu said that, he opened his left palm, and gently held her spirit into the palm of his hand despite the girl's objection, and then deeply pressed her spirit to his chest.

After doing all this, Mao Yu staggered and stood up, and opened the purple curtain in the office. He raised his pale face and felt the afterglow of the sunset hitting himself: "Sunshine! It's such a long-lost warmth."

In the village, Zhang Jian twisted his left arm and shook his head dissatisfiedly. The force of the fist this time seemed a bit dispersible to Zhang Jian. The first time he always couldn't grasp the strength well.

Chu Xiao, who had small arms and calfs, handed over a wet and hot towel with a diligent look on his face, and he was about to lean on Zhang Jian's face: "Big Boss, please protect and support me."

"No! Ugly reject."

Chu Xiao's face turned upright, and he didn't know where to get a paper fan and pinch the handle of the fan, pretending to be a talented man: "The young student claims to be knowledgeable about the past and the present, and is very talented, and even less than eight dou, he has more than four dou. His character is even more noble and not afraid of violence. How can you, the person who puts a bid to sell it, understand how brilliant he is."

With a "bang", Zhang Jian dragged Chu Xiao, who had a long bag on his head, and threw him into the car. Then he patted Luo Yu, who was distracted: "It's finally clear now. So you clean up, let's go back to the hotel today, and let's talk about the subsequent matters."

The city bureau's car left here as if it was fleeing. In a corner of the ruins of the village, a green figure watched Zhang Jian and others leave, and its figure disappeared after the car left.

After two hours of bumpy ride, all the police officers, including Lao Luo, still had a look of escaping from death. Today's events were really imaginative for them. For the first time, they felt that their world was so dangerous.

After getting off the car, Chu Xiao ran away, while Zhang Jian took the police officer behind him who refused to leave and returned to the room where he checked in. He decided to help Forensic Xu sort out the bones he brought back to see if he could find any clues on the corpse.

During the meal, Chu Xiao hurried back alone and brought back a lot of saved information.

Seeing the food on the table with a full range of flavor, he sat down impatiently, picked up the chopsticks and sent the food into his mouth, like a starving ghost reincarnated. Zhang Jian picked up the materials brought back by Chu Xiao, and asked curiously while looking: "These are the materials you hurried to run to Nanjing Station. What are the things?"

"You can see it yourself." Chu Xiao stewed the rice with satisfaction. It was rare that there was such a quiet time.

Zhang Jian turned a few pages, and the material told the story of an explosion in a factory producing dichlorofluorobenzene in Jiangsu Province twelve years ago. The explosion caused 22 deaths and 29 injuries, as well as a series of subsequent accidents. Until he turned to the death list column, Zhang Jian's eyes shrank, and he pressed his shock in his heart and said, "So good? Mao Yu actually died in that explosion. Who is the one we met? Could it be twins?"

Hearing that new clues appeared, Luo Yu, who rushed over, also looked at the material. Even his low voice could not cover up the trembling of his vocal cords: "No, this is probably the same person. The material records that the two Mao Yu both came from Maojia Village and were also admitted to a university of science and technology in Hangzhou in 1997. This has a consistent time and space with Mao Yu, who claimed to be a bricklayer in the 218 case. The two people came from the same place, which is obviously not a coincidence. It is very likely that the two are the same person. But what is the connection between these two cases?"

Zhang Jian thought about it, and suddenly his eyes lit up. He took out the notebook found at the village chief’s house from the table and looked in detail. Then he compared the several materials that Chu Xiao took back, and finally made him realize clues: "These two cases have something in common. Look at the chemical factory under Dong Wei, the chemical factory where the explosion occurred, and the chemical factory mentioned in the village chief’s notes. They all have a common shareholder behind them - Wanhua Chemical Group."

Chu Xiao nodded and said, "Yes, these three chemical factories are all projects under this chemical group. These deceased are directors of this group, and they are directly responsible for these three chemical projects. However, this group was ordered to rectify after the explosion occurred more than ten years ago. Most of the investment companies and shareholders that originally held stakes in the group have been squeezed out by other interest groups. Nominal directors like Zhang Hua who do not have real power have long ignored the company's daily operations. Even if they want to retaliate, it is not his turn?"

"And have you noticed that Zhang Hua is not like those capitalists at all. Although he is engaged in the chemical industry, he is very active in helping those vulnerable groups who have been harmed by industry. According to the analysis of psychological experts in the bureau, his abnormal behavior over the years shows that Zhang Hua is actually atoneing for some things."

"Atonement?" Zhang Jian thought of the strange village they had been to today. Although it had been half destroyed by Zhang Jian, the scene of dozens of corpses forming the bones in the underground space of the ruined civil and architectural house still made Zhang Jian, who was now staying in the warm and comfortable house, feels cold on his back.

Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration and took out a passage from his notebook and read it: "It was rainy on July 15th, and I waited for a week. I finally met the chemical factory manager introduced by the county. A young man, who was very knowledgeable at first glance. He said that his name was Zhang Hua, and he was the manager of this factory, that is, the person in charge of the people..."

Luo Yu interrupted Zhang Jian: "So Zhang Hua is the manager of the chemical factory at that time."

"To be precise, it was a partner. It was quite common to find partners to be managers in the 1990s. This factory was mainly opened by him, Dong Wei, the county government and some small investors. Zhang Hua and Dong Wei were responsible for daily operations, while others did not interfere in the chemical factory."

Chu Xiao took out the industrial and commercial documents registered at that time, but the corporate legal person on it had Zhang Hua's name written on it.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!