My Dear Miss Medical Examiner - MTL

50

"Police, call your boss out." This is already the thirteenth food factory run. Song Yuhang got out of the police car and slammed the door.

It is said that the food factory has no signs or facades. It is hidden in the innermost part of the village in the city. The old iron gates are rusty and the walls are peeled off lime, revealing the vaguely written red paint in big characters: selling raw materials.

If it were not for the piles of tin bottles and cans piled at the entrance of the workshop, it would not have attracted Song Yuhang's attention.

For manufacturers registered and listed by the formal government departments, every import and export channel is transparent and controllable, but this kind of black workshop is not necessarily.

Therefore, it is the focus of the search.

The guardian at the door heard the movement and ran out with the curtains raised. When he saw the battle with live ammunition and the half-man gazing police dog, his legs were weak, he hurriedly went back and knocked on the iron door of the back room.

"Boss, boss, someone is looking for..."

Song Yuhang and his party followed him. The yard was also messy and messy. The littering of rubbish, plastic bottles, industrial waste, and even excrement all overwhelmed his face with a pungent smell.

Can you eat something made in this kind of place?

Song Yuhang winked at the detective next to him. He immediately took out his cell phone and called the brothers from the Municipal Supervision Bureau.

"Who...who **** in the middle of the night..." The bald man still had a gold chain on his neck, and he didn't wear a shirt. He lifted the curtain and walked out. He was frightened by the police in the courtyard and he was going to go. Go inside the room to clean up the gold and silver.

Song Yuhang took the man off with one move, stuck his arm, and handcuffed him sturdyly, which helped him up.

"Comrade police, comrade police, I really haven't violated the law or discipline. I'm doing a small business, conscientious business..."

A case officer escorted him into the warehouse with Song Yuhang. As soon as he turned on the lighthouse beam, several mice ran past, and one of them fell in front of her and ran away.

The beams of the wooden structure were covered with spider webs, and the chemical materials were piled up on the ground casually, and black mouse feces were scattered around the sides of the barrels.

A criminal investigation team ran over and handed her a booklet: "Team Song, found it, this grandson's account book."

Song Yuhang hastily turned over two pages, don't look at the small place, remember the account quite clearly: "Oh, there are a lot of buyers, do you remember who they are selling to?"

The bald head grinned at her and nodded at her, "Remember, they are all small workshops like ours, or roadside stalls, and those who make online celebrity food and beverages..."

When he said this, the criminal investigation team suddenly felt sick, and some people whispered: Damn, I won't eat anymore.

Song Yuhang flipped through the ledger and found that he had a few large sums of income every month. It should be the merchants he was talking about. On the contrary, it was a few small sums that caught her attention.

She then turned back and found that the buyers of these several transactions were all from the same person, and took the ledger to him and showed him: "Acknowledge, who is this buyer?"