Chapter 268:

More police cars rushed to the ground, completely blocking the orchard. All orchards in the surrounding areas of Beijing City are no longer allowed to supply outside, and the fruits in supermarkets and fruit shops have been completely removed. This will certainly cause a certain blow to the fruit farmers and businesses, but it is related to the safety of all people ’s lives, and it can only be done above.
The extraordinary method must be used during the extraordinary period.
The owner of Red Star Orchard was originally quite vocal about this decision, and even prepared to join many fruit farmers and merchants to write a joint letter and go to the city to find relevant departments to appeal. It's really ridiculous to get a needle in a fruit. They haven't even heard of it!
But at this moment, when he saw this apple tree with a corpse inside, all his anger, unwillingness and grievances turned into fear. He looked at the policeman who was pulling the guard belt in an orderly manner, and then at the forensic doctor who opened the toolbox to prepare for an autopsy. Then he realized that everyone seemed to be calm, as if they were used to this strange scene.
In other words, the so-called fruit piercing case is simply undesirable? Is the fruit tree the real problem?
The gardener turned his head and vomited when he thought that he would especially like to eat apples from this tree. Hearing his frequent retching voice, Duan Xiaoyun couldn't help vomiting dimly.
In fact, the garden owner misunderstood, Meng Zhong and they were not calm, just accustomed to facial expression management. They have all eaten the sugar apples on the market, and each of them may come from this orchard and grow from this fruit tree. Their stomach pouches are also very uncomfortable, but the major breakthrough in the case made them ignore this feeling.
Meng Zhong took out the small book and asked, "Teacher Fan, have you ever sensed that there is a body in the tree, so you broke it?"
"I didn't do anything. I didn't have time to feel it. I just put my palm on it and it shriveled and broke." Fangallo shook his head and denied.
Meng Zhonghu suspiciously said: "So why did it suddenly wither?"
Zhou Fa medical doctor's sharp scalpel cut open the body and trunk, and said with a strong heart palpitations: "I probably know why the fruit tree will wither. It is actually not one tree, but two trees."
"What do you mean?" Meng Zhong immediately asked.
"You see if there are many holes and cavities inside the corpse. If you look at these trunks, there are also many cavities, one by one, criss-crossing like blood vessels spread all over the body. This can be seen inside the corpse and trunk, originally It's covered with tubes. "
Forensic Chou cut open a treetop and further explained: "The more this tube reaches the crown, the thinner it becomes, like capillaries, and then gathers in the place where the fruit is hung. I guess that these tubes function like blood vessels and provide nutrients for the fruit. Yes. There can be no blood vessels in a tree, so what do you mean by these cavities? "
Meng Zhong said with horror: "It's that kind of vine, they are shaped like blood vessels!"
Forensic Doctor Zhou nodded and opened the right upper arm of the corpse slightly, saying, "Look, the inside of the corpse is also full of holes, as if it was eaten by a parasite. So it is actually two trees, one outside and one inside. There is also a hidden one, like a female ghost wearing painted skin. "
Liu Tao and others also gathered around and watched this extremely disturbing scene.
Van Gogh stood at the periphery, slowly opening: "That vine is parasitic in this apple tree, and this corpse is used as nourishment to produce fruits. These fruits are actually poured with human flesh, no wonder Ms. Duan She will cry when she eats these apples. In fact, she eats the meat of her husband. "
Meng Zhong and others were terrified by his description.
Forensic Doctor Zhou shook his hand holding the scalpel.
Duan Xiaoyun, who had just stopped vomiting, suddenly vomited dimly, and he cried while vomiting, his fingertips protruding into his throat, and wished he could pull out his stomach.
The owner of Red Star Orchard stared at the broken tree, and his dark skin looked white like paper.
His reaction was normal, but Van Gogh glanced at him deeply, with a dark flash in his eyes.
Meng Zhong wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and guessed: "That vine knew we were here to check it, so it ran from under the ground? Quickly dig and see!"
Liu Tao and others immediately picked up the and dug down, and found a black hole that didn't know where to extend. It must be impossible to follow the black hole, it is too deep.
"Find an underground detector." Meng Zhong ordered.
"No, the cave is too deep, and the detector will soon lose its signal." Zhou Forensic shakes his head.
Meng Zhong wiped his face helplessly, then stood up and began the most traditional method of investigation-interrogation. He took the owner to a work shed not far away, found a simple set of tables and chairs for him to set up, and then spread out the transcript and asked: "How long has the apple tree grown here? Are there any abnormalities?" "
The garden owner's eyes flickered, pretending to be hard to remember: "I planted this tree for three years, and it started to bear fruit six months ago. Nothing unusual."
"Are you sure?" Meng Zhong asked severely.
Fangallo looked at each other in an instant, his dark eyes looked like two vortexes, making his head dizzy.
The owner of the garden hurriedly lowered his head, avoiding his sight, and said weakly: "I'm sure."
"He lied." A magnetically rich voice came from the door, giving Van Gaal's bottomless eyes an obvious smile.
"Have you eaten?" He patted the chair beside him.
Song Rui, who hurried over, wanted to glare at him, glanced at the undisguised joy on his handsome face, and his heart melted.
"I boiled a bowl of noodles to eat." Song Rui softened his tone and then looked at the gardener again, exposing: "He concealed a lot of facts."
"I, I don't have it." The gardener wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, and then covered his stomach, defending: "My stomach hurts and my brain is messed up, I can't remember anything."
"Then you don't have to think about it, just put your hands up, and I can just read your memory from your mind." Van Gogh spread his hands on the table, palms up, waiting patiently.
He was watched by his calm, dark and deep eyes, and the gardener's forehead was sweating more and more, his hands clasped his arms tightly, unwilling to stretch out. He knows that this man is called Van Gogh, is the most powerful psychic in China, and can see the secrets hidden in everyone's heart. He won't let him touch himself.
"I remembered it," the gardener's eyeballs rolled rapidly a few times, and said anxiously, "I remembered that three years ago, when this tree was transplanted to my orchard, it had withered for a while, and the leaves were all The light fell off and the branches were all withered. I thought that I could n’t save my life. I thought I had to shovel it away someday so as not to take up the place. But the next day, it somehow grew a lot of tender green buds and came alive. . "
Meng Zhong opened Duan Xiaoyun's confession and looked at it, and asked, "Which day is it alive?"
"Three years, I remember where." The gardener shook his head, throwing a few drops of cold sweat.
"Then I will look at it for you." Van Gaal's hands were always on the table.
The gardener was anxious and quickly said, "That day was, yes ... Ah! I remembered it. It should be the beginning of April. The Ching Ming Festival is coming soon. I also said that when the Ching Ming Festival is over, I will shovel the tree. auspicious."
"Early April?" Meng Zhong pondered, and asked, "Apart from this, are there any other anomalies?"
"No, no." The owner shook his head stiffly.
"Where did the saplings come from three years ago?" Song Rui asked a question.
"It was purchased from the fruit seedling wholesale market of the online mall."
The fruit seedlings wholesale market of the online mall gathers merchants from Tiannan and Haibei. Buyers randomly look at and pick randomly. If the goods are not enough after placing an order, the merchant can still transfer goods from other provinces. This process is difficult to control manually. So, That vine's invasion of the Beijing suburban orchard should not be arranged by someone, but it should be chosen by itself.
Judging from all the signs found so far, it has a very high intelligence and should not be much worse than humans.
Song Rui leaned on the back of the chair when she was confident, and spoke slowly: "You confess it, don't hide it. Even if you don't say it, we will have a way to know the secret you are trying to cover up."
Fan Jialuo lifted his eyelids and stared at the garden owner. Yin Hong's thin lips opened and closed, and he spit out three playful words: "Money tree?"
Meng Zhong looked stunned, and then quickly went to the window to check every tree around him. Are they looking for Yaoteng? How come another cash cow? where is it?
The owner of the garden shook his body and suddenly sweated like a waterfall.
Van Gogh regained his open palm, his tone was faint: "Your inner emotions are really too strong, I don't need to sense, I can hear your voice clearly, you are constantly saying a word: the money tree is broken ... you put I'm the culprit, I wish I could raise my to kill me. But you have to bear it because the police are all around. You can only be patient in the anger of anger and resentment, this violent idea has already sold your heart to you Me. How do you want me to continue? "
"Don't talk any more!" The gardener's psychological defense line was completely defeated, and cold sweat fell down with tears, like a pouch that was pierced, and looked very embarrassed.
Van Gogh raised his jaw at him, his voice extremely low, with a bewitching meaning: "Tell your secret."
The pupil of the garden owner gradually lost focus, and said in a trance: "The broken apple tree is my cash cow."
Meng Zhong, who stood by the window excitedly looking for the cash cow, was suddenly embarrassed.
"Seven months ago, the tree began to bear fruit, and the yield was no different from other trees, but the taste was particularly good and sweet. I told the fruit farmers to take good care of it, and then use it for grafting and planting more. An excellent tree. "
"I am very interested in improving new products. I usually take care of this tree in person and observe the maturity of the fruit. One night, when I came to the vigil in the park, I went to the tree somehow and picked a fruit. Take a bite. "
The gardener took a deep breath and his voice began to tremble: "The weird things happened at that time. On the top of the tree where I picked the fruit, another fruit quickly grew again, very big and very round. Red, well-done. I— "
The gardener tried to calm down the intense heartbeat, and continued: "I thought I was dazzled, and I picked another fruit, still in the same place. Guess what? That place grew a fully ripe fruit. I I could n’t believe my eyes, so I kept picking, picking, and picking a basket, but it was still growing and growing.

Meng Zhong was dumbfounded.
Fangallo and Song Rui always looked at the owner with calm eyes.
The owner ’s story continues:
I did n’t sleep that night, and when a basket was full, I changed it to another basket. In the same branch, in the same place, I picked five or six hundred pounds of apples, and the whole The fruit of a tree was not less than half. When dawn came, I heard the sound of a chicken roar, and the sound of a farmer coughing. Then I realized that this secret must never be discovered. I stopped, where the fruit was removed. There was still a fruit hanging as if nothing had happened. "
The gardener lowered his voice, as if afraid of others hearing the secret: "I took a lot of effort to remove and hide the baskets of apples, and I told the fruit farmer not to pick the fruit of the tree, I left Useful. I called my wife and son and told them about it. They did n’t believe it at first. "
"Later, my son came over to avoid the fruit farmers and secretly picked an apple. But this time, it didn't grow any new fruit. My son thought I had a neuropathy and wanted to take me to the doctor. He showed him hundreds of pounds of fruit one night, and he didn't believe it. "
"I'm crazy, don't I know? I almost didn't suffocate me! So I went to the vigil again the next night and picked another fruit. Guess what? It grew out! No matter how I pick it, it will always grow again! I'm spoiled and immediately call my son and wife to let them come to see it. "
"They read it, and finally believed it, so the three of us picked the apple all night and picked a few thousand pounds, and the thin skin was sweet and crisp. We were just crazy."
Recalling this, the owner couldn't help but smile: "We picked a few more apples after dawn, and only then found that the tree was so smart that it knew how to cover up its anomalies. During the day, it is just an ordinary one. Fruit trees, the harvested fruit will not grow back, it will grow at night. "
The gardener's smile deepened, and his dark face showed a crazy greed: "Other trees can only produce more than two hundred pounds of fruit. This tree can produce tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of pounds of fruit! That must be How much is it? As long as we can pick it up, it can always sell money. You said, is it a cash cow? "
Speaking of which, the garden owner seemed to be sober, squeezing his mouth tight, and was not prepared to speak again.
Van Gogh asked lightly: "What about later?"
This sentence once again caused the gardener ’s pupils to lose focus and fell into an uncontrollable memory:
From that day on, I began to look after it personally. During the day, I kept wandering around it and saw a ripe apple and picked a basket in person , Ask the fruit farmers to sell it, so as not to doubt them. At night, I will work hard with my wife and son to pick the remaining apples, and then secretly hide them. "
"Those fruits are particularly good in appearance, bright in color, and crisp in taste. I secretly contacted a dealer and changed the packaging to sell them as imported apples. For ordinary apples, the purchase price is a catty. Or between five pieces, this kind of apple can sell ten pieces per pound. As long as there is one fruit left on the tree, it will continue to produce energy. It has made a lot of money for me, it is a cash cow that God gave me ! "
Speaking of which, the owner of the garden began to gasp and breathe, as if excited to the extreme.
Meng Zhong clenched the table fiercely, "Come on! That is not a money tree, but a demon tree! It treats human corpses as fertilizer. What is the difference between the fruits you sell and human flesh? You do n’t know it. Our police station makes publicity on TV every day, so you must report it if you find an anomaly. Why do n’t you report it? Just to greedy the money? You know what will happen if the fruit is eaten by the public The consequences? "
The owner did not speak, but looked at Van Gogh with hatred. By this time, all the secrets had been revealed, and he no longer had to pretend. In fact, when he saw the corpse, he didn't feel so sick, but he felt a sudden and cheerful feeling.
Yeah, so a magical tree must be fed in a magical way. What's wrong with eating human flesh? If he knew it had to be fed by human flesh, he could go outside and buy a few orphans to come back and use as fertilizer. What is human fortune-telling more important than making money?
Fangallo sensed the stench of the garden owner, so he smiled and said: "Your family thinks it is a tree, and you certainly haven't eaten less of the fruit it produced? You guessed it. What will happen to the fruit poured out by human life and human blood? "
After hearing this, the owner of the garden felt a sudden panic.
Fangallo hung his hands in front of his face, and then lowered his eyes for a moment, slowly saying: "I advise you to call your wife and son immediately to see where they are now."
The gardener touched the phone subconsciously.
Meng Zhong immediately went outside and asked Liu Tao to send a team to find the gardener's wife and son. Every word spoken by Mr. Fan will not be untargeted. There must be something wrong with those two people.
After returning to the work shed, Meng Zhong found that the owner of the garden was in a hurry, and was constantly calling his wife's son. Just now, he felt that there was no problem with using his life to raise trees, but when his family had an accident, he could not accept it.
After another half an hour, Zhuang Zhen called back and said in a deep voice: "The two people disappeared and disappeared hand in hand on the street. The surveillance only captured their backs, not where they went. I sent you the surveillance video , Take a look. "
Hand in hand disappeared on the street, is this sentence familiar? Meng Zhong quickly opened the confession of Duan Xiaoyun, and found that she described the scene of her husband and son missing, they also said the same thing-they held hands and disappeared on the street without people ...
Three years later, the body of Duan Xiaoyun ’s husband appeared in an apple tree. Where will the wife and son of the owner finally appear?
This inexplicable, terrifying and absurd association made Meng Zhong's cold sweat all over his face.