Soon, the ladder was parked accurately at the horse's back. The firefighter standing on the ladder made several gestures downwards, informing the person on the horse's back that he had died. Then, he picked up the person on the horse's back and placed it gently on the ladder.

The person on the horse was completely exposed to the audience. As expected, he was naked and suddenly became turbulent.

The ladder slowly descended, and the onlookers tiptoed to the sky. When the ladder was about to fall to the ground, a sharp-eyed spectator suddenly shouted: "Oh my God! Isn't this the wanted criminal?"

Who? Wanted criminal? Which wanted criminal! Many people in the crowd asked.

"It's the wanted criminal that the police just announced yesterday, the murderer in Shilitang!" The sharp-eyed spectator explained, with a very complacent tone.

Feng Chuan, Li Yadong, the young policeman, and every policeman present suddenly felt a sudden slap in his heart. Yes, this person's face looked very much like the sketch of the suspect on the wanted order.

The suspect who was just wanted yesterday died in public today. In the early morning, the naked man, horseback, death, station square, sculpture that could not be climbed up, all these elements of the case did not come as shocking as this last scene.

The crowd suddenly exploded, and the group of people who were afraid that the world would be in chaos began to make excuses. The young people who were chasing the trend and sharing were quicker to update their WeChat and Weibo. A gangster-like man shouted that the Yancheng police were all eating food. Li Yadong yelled with his neck, but he could not calm the riots in the crowd.

In order to deal with the situation, the Iron Wharf Police Department has added control manpower after the cordon to prevent onlookers from crossing the yellow cordon and causing greater commotion.

The wanted criminal who died naked made the police lose face. No one of the big blockers present could think of a way to deal with it. They just regretted that there were no cracks on the ground so that they could hide themselves.

Perhaps the best strategy at the moment is to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible. Soon, the body transported from the horse was quickly loaded into the fire truck. Feng Chuan took action while carrying the stretcher. He noticed that the person on the horse was not completely naked. The reason for saying this was because the body was wearing a watch on its right wrist, and the time on the watch was frozen at 2:35 in the morning! The murderer was provoking the "Wenshilian" in the same way as the Shilitang case. Slowly, there are great suspicions here. Could it be that the murderer killed the couple in Shilitang and then climbed onto the horse's back and committed suicide? This possibility is too small. What is even more likely is that the Yancheng police made a mistake in the suspect in the case. The sketch they posted to the outside world did not point to the real murderer. The wanted order can be called a "mistaken wanted order".

Outside the cordon, someone and Feng Chuan thought of going together. He called the police and made an erroneous sound. Then, many voices scathed in unison: Oolong! Oolong! Oolong!

The crowd was in a state of enthusiasm, and the police car and the fire truck loading the body fled from the scene in panic. Feng Chuan did not leave with the car because he suddenly thought of a problem, a problem that he should have discovered long ago but was always ignored.

The onlookers lost their "attack" target and became indifferent. They pulled off the yellow cordon and dispersed in different directions. Feng Chuan, who was standing stupidly under the sculpture, was soon flooded by the crowd.

Just now, Feng Chuan heard countless local dialects in Yancheng. The old man in the funeral home said that Li Mingyuan, who died on the train, was a local in Yancheng. It happened that Feng Chuan had heard Li Mingyuan say something. Although he had no idea what Li Mingyuan wanted to express, his tone, tone, verbs, etc. were completely different from Yancheng's local accent!

Feng Chuan carefully recalled the scene of the reversal of Li Mingyuan on the train. At that time, Li Mingyuan spoke inexplicably, with a very heavy local accent. If he was a native of Yancheng, his accent should be not much different from those of the people watching the fun in the station square, but in fact, their accents were not in the same tone at all.

Li Mingyuan's death was strange, and now it seemed even more confusing. Perhaps all the mysteries began with the mysterious Li Mingyuan. Feng Chuan decided to temporarily put aside the investigation of the Shilitang case and the naked corpse on the horse's back, and then go to the Yancheng Funeral Home.

The funeral home was holding two unrelated memorial services for the two deceased people at the same time. Feng Chuan found the old man from last time and pulled him aside without saying a word.

The old man did not recognize Feng Chuan. He asked in surprise whose family member you are? No wonder he had to see so many people every day, and it was normal for him to remember Shinto.

"I've been here once. Did Li Mingyuan cremate last time?" Feng Chuan asked anxiously.

"Who? I'm busy, let's talk about it when I finish my work." The old man said and went to the side, and he was also very anxious.

"It's as thin as a monkey, I died on the train, the one sent by the police." Feng Chuan stepped a step to block the old man's way.

"Oh, he has been cremated." The old man replied.

"Where is cremation? Have you seen Li Mingyuan's body be pushed into the cremation furnace with your own eyes?" Feng Chuan asked excitedly, thinking that he should have stopped the funeral home from cremating the body.

"So nervous, is that the man cheating the zombie?" The old man joked unhappily.

"The cremation of you is indeed Li Mingyuan himself?" Feng Chuan pursued him relentlessly.

"What a mess? Why do you ask so much? You are not Li Mingyuan's family. We will definitely get the approval of the relatives of the deceased or the relevant departments. We will not do anything randomly. Oh, I remember you, you said you are a policeman, hum, the two bodies of the Shilitang murder case sent by your police last time were terrifying." The old man drew two arcs to the corners of his mouth with his hands, up to the root of his ears.

"Well, I'm a policeman. Regarding Li Mingyuan's death, some details need to be understood again." Feng Chuan acted like a stalemate.

The old man had no choice but to wave to a young man and told Feng Chuan that it was the young man who finally dealt with Li Mingyuan's body and handed over the ashes to Li Mingyuan's half-sister.

"When did Li Mingyuan get cremated?" Feng Chuan asked straight to the point in the office.

"The morning before yesterday." The young man replied.

"Are you the only one present at that time?" Feng Chuan asked. The morning before yesterday, that is to say, Li Mingyuan was cremated shortly after he left Yancheng.

"Yes, I'm alone in the incinerator, and the deceased's sister is waiting outside." The young man seemed nervous when he thought something was happening.

"Have the identity of the corpse been checked?" Feng Chuan asked.

"Yes." said the young man.

"Is there any special situation during cremation, such as the coffin becoming lighter, such as the coffin has a strange noise?" Feng Chuan asked inducely.

"I haven't been working in the funeral home for a few times. I don't know what a special situation is. I probably haven't." The young man said ambiguously.

"Is there any?" Feng Chuan suddenly whispered.
Chapter completed!