Fiction: Strange Case! The woman drowned, the investigators all died unexpectedly, and the truth behind it is chilling

Since I was a child, I have no friends, and the neighbors will hide from me when they see me, and the reason for chasing it is because my grandfather's business is too obscure.

My grandfather had been dealing with the dead all his life, and from the time I can remember, our family has been frequented by all kinds of people, merchants, beggars, but mostly uniformed policemen, and since then, I have known the word 'forensic'.

But unlike forensics, Grandpa never accepted any position and insisted that he was not a forensic doctor, but a servant.

No matter what kind of dead person, no matter what kind of difficult and complicated case, as long as it passes through Grandpa's hand, within one night, Grandpa will be able to tell the truth to the truth, and even those cadres who have been engaged in criminal investigation all their lives are ashamed of themselves.

When I was a child, I asked Grandpa, what is the difference between a forensic doctor and a servant? Aren't they all autopsies?

Grandpa shook his head and said, "Forensic doctors are just looking for the truth, and they have to seek justice for the dead; forensics are only professions, but they are responsibilities; forensic doctors can only find clues, and forensics can talk to the dead." ”

I laughed and said, Grandpa lied to people, people are already dead, how can they speak?

Grandpa is very sensitive to this topic, and every time I ask this question, Grandpa will flash his words and say: Heavenly opportunities cannot be leaked.

Under the influence of my grandfather, I felt that the policemen who filed for people's grievances and safeguarded justice were very tall, and with my efforts, they were finally admitted to the police academy with high or low grades.

After graduation, I was assigned to the Criminal Investigation Archives Section as an entry clerk, and every day I handled cases and filed grievances, and I couldn't beat the eight rods, and the only pleasure every day was to read through those serious cases and get over the addiction.

When I was about to enter a case from ten years ago, I felt a little strange. It was a closed case, the deceased was a woman, twenty-six years old, who died of suicide drowning in a reservoir on the outskirts of the city.

The reason why I feel strange is that this case took half a year from the filing of the investigation to the conclusion of the case, and the criminal investigators who were responsible for investigating the case had accidents, and the accidents were drowning.

Grandpa once told me during the autopsy that water is the source of life and the end of life. All those who drown have hidden unknown grievances on their bodies, and the process of drowning is very painful, even if it is suicide, no one is willing to choose this method of death. Therefore, most people will choose the simple and fast method of taking poison, jumping off a building, and hanging.

In Grandpa's original words, all cases of suicide and drowning are unjust, false and wrong cases.

On one side was my grandfather, who had been proud of since childhood, and on the other hand, the black and white, authoritative but strange case closure report, I had a thought for a while, that is, this case is not simple.

I took advantage of my position to retrieve the information of the senior who was in charge of the case, but found that there was nothing but names and photos. Even the personal resume was terminated in 2006, and there was no mention of the '3.23 reservoir suicide case' in 2006. It's like someone deliberately erasing this history.

With doubts, I put down the work at hand and took the file to find the old archivist of the department, Lao Ning.

Lao Ning is about to retire, and he has recorded a lifetime of files in this department, and the cases in recent decades have passed through his hands, which he knows best. And he's also a very talkative person.

When I found him, I said straight to the point that I wanted to inquire about a case from ten years ago. He patted his chest and said, "I can't solve the case if I want to say it, but if you ask the case, you have found the right person." Say, which case? ”

"That's it, 3.23 Pine Forest Reservoir suicide case." I casually put the file in front of Lao Ning, and when his afterglow glanced at the words on the cover of the file, his eyes twitched inadvertently, and he asked hesitantly, "What do you ask this for?" ”

"I looked at this case and found that there was something strange inside, so I was a little curious."

"I don't know about the case."

Lao Ning's mouth, which had been gushing, suddenly closed, and he directly waved his hand to reject my question. This is not his usual style.

I asked several times, but he insisted that he did not know the case and had no comment on the details. Lao Ning's eyes could not deceive people, and his intuition told me that he knew about the case, but why didn't he say it?