Starting from you are my glory

"what happened?"

Seeing Lu Xingzhi operating on the computer anxiously, Wei Zhengrong poked his head through a pile of information and asked.

"Yao Shuo gave me Wang Nannan's QQ account and password, and said that she had met a netizen before and mentioned it during a quarrel. It is said that this netizen came to Nandu a few days ago."

"This netizen is very suspicious!" Wei Zhengrong immediately put down the document in his hand and walked towards Lu Xingzhi, "Wang Nannan's life and social circle are very simple, and the people around her are relatively stable. To be able to bring her to such a messy place as a construction site to kill her, it must be He’s someone she feels she can trust!”

"I also have this idea." Lu Xingzhi had already logged into Wang Nannan's QQ on the computer according to the content of the message sent by Yao Shuo.

"Wang Nannan has a computer and a car!"

"But we haven't found it yet!"

"It should have been dealt with by the murderer, or hidden." Wei Zhengrong looked at the contacts on QQ, "I have never used this before. Have you found anything?"

"Look at this!" Lu Xingzhi just clicked on the recent contact, and his scanning eyes immediately became sharp.

"HB!" Wei Zhengrong looked at the name of the black avatar and said in an emphatic tone, "HB!!!"

"It's him!" Lu Xingzhi stretched out his finger and tapped the screen, "The model of the pencil!"

In the past, when Zhang Sicheng committed a murder, he would leave an HB model pencil at the crime scene. During the first imitation case 13 years ago, he made a mistake with this pencil model left over. In view of the fact that over the years, the details of the case have not been disclosed. After the announcement, Lu Xingzhi had reason to believe that the netizen named HB definitely did not get this name randomly.

"Come to my office."

While Wei Zhengrong was still thinking about how to conduct an investigation, Lu Xingzhi had already grabbed the phone on the table and called his colleagues from the technical department.

"Army."

"There is an online contact here. Can you find the location information where he logged in? Or restore the chat history?"

"The location information can be queried through the backend." A colleague from the technical department looked at the computer and said, "As for the chat history, it will be very difficult to restore it if the mobile phone or computer that was logged in during the chat cannot be found."

"Then give me the location information first!"

……

"Army! Master Wei!"

While the two were waiting for information from the technical department, Xiao Ming came back. He had been arranged to check the place where Wang Nannan rented, and he would come back to report the news.

"Is there anything you can use?" Lu Xingzhi took a sip of water and asked in a calm tone: "Have you found any information left by others? Have you found Wang Nannan's computer?"

"nothing."

The answer was expected. If there was any news, Xiao Ming would definitely call Lu Xingzhi and report it as soon as possible.

"No one has lived in the house for at least half a month. There is a layer of dust inside. No useful information has been found."

"You're back. Who's with Guo Shengli?" Wei Zhengrong suddenly thought of Guo Shengli who was still in the hospital, "Have you arranged someone?"

"Don't worry, Master Wei." Xiao Ming took a sip of water and raised his eyebrows, "We will definitely complete the tasks you assigned."

"At the hospital, the Marine Corps coordinated with the area police station and arranged for people to keep an eye on it."

"There are still our comrades patrolling the door. If anyone dares to hit the wound, I can guarantee that there will be no return!"

Very good. Wei Zhengrong was very satisfied with this arrangement. Just as he was about to say something more, the phone on the table rang.

"I'm."

"Well, okay, I got it!"

Lu Xingzhi hung up the phone, "The last login address has been found!"

"go!"

"Wait a minute!" Seeing that the two of them were about to go out again, Xiao Ming hurriedly stopped at the door of the office, "Take me with you!"

"I can't be bothered to panic these days!"

"I won't get out of the way if you don't take me!"

Seeing Lu Xingzhi's expressionless face, Xiao Ming used his trump card and blocked the door with his body, looking as if he was ready to die.

"Hurry up." Lu Xingzhi glared at him, "Hurry up and drive!"

"Hey!" Xiao Ming quickly took the car keys from Lu Xingzhi's hand, grinned and ran downstairs.

"Xiao Ming is quite lively." Wei Zhengrong smiled, "You need young people like this to make you feel more relaxed."

"It's just too out-of-the-box. In our line of work, the mind is restless and easily swayed by emotions."

"Why do I think you are picking on me?" Walking down the stairs, Wei Zhengrong glanced at Lu Xingzhi, who was obviously suppressing a smile, "Who didn't know back then that I, Old Wei, relied on experience and drive to solve crimes? Why has it become a hindrance to you?"

"Times have changed." Lu Xingzhi explained to Wei Zhengrong with emotion as he looked at Xiao Ming who was leaning out in the car and waving to them.

"This society is progressing, and so are our methods of solving crimes. Similarly, criminals' criminal methods and methods are also progressing. The old methods and experiences of the past can provide references and ideas, but if we always regard the past as a guideline, , that is putting yourself at an inherent disadvantage."

"Okay, okay, I understand what you mean, and I understand what you mean." Wei Zhengrong shook his head, "Let's solve the case, why do you say it's so heavy!"

Yes, why are you feeling so emotional all of a sudden?

Lu Xingzhi looked at Xiao Ming in the driver's seat of the car, chatting happily with Wei Zhengrong. The positive emotions from his heart also infected Lu Xingzhi, who had not yet gotten in the car, and his mood suddenly improved.

"Drive quickly." Lu Xingzhi got into the car with a deliberately straight face, "Go to the old bus station!"

Xiao Ming immediately sat down obediently, but still took advantage of Lu Xingzhi's break to fasten his seat belt and winked at Wei Zhengrong through the rearview mirror.

"This place." Standing at the door of the Internet cafe next to the old bus station, Wei Zhengrong blinked, "Wu Jia used to write code on the second floor here."

"But that was two years ago."

Can't you talk without breathing so heavily?

Lu Xingzhi glanced at Wei Zhengrong speechlessly. He had just heard the first sentence and had already touched the mobile phone in his pocket. He was preparing to call the police to send someone to take Wu Jia back to the police station for questioning.

“Is surveillance good?”

Xiao Ming had already entered the Internet cafe and went straight to the front desk, "How often will the monitoring records be overwritten?"

"What's missing?" The boss, who was playing games at the bar, casually glanced at Xiao Ming. "There is a fee for watching the surveillance. It's charged based on time."

"Hey, how come you can collect it on time?" Xiao Ming stuffed back the police card he was about to take out, and looked at the boss with a smile on his face, "Can it be cheaper?"

"The same price as the Internet."

The boss happily lit a cigarette and said, "Five yuan an hour. If it's less than an hour, we'll charge you one hour."

"Hey, boss." Xiao Ming came closer and whispered: "I have this, see if you can make it cheaper."

"You have one..." The boss saw Xiao Ming's police ID and immediately swallowed back what he was saying, "Officer!"

"What I said was just a joke on you!"

"The monitoring records are covered once every half month!"

"You can watch as long as you want!"

The boss quickly pulled up the surveillance records and greeted Xiao Ming enthusiastically, "Come and see!"

"Take me for a walk here." Xiao Ming gestured to the two people who just came in, and then took the boss to wander around the Internet cafe.

"Look, isn't this good?"

As soon as Lu Xingzhi clicked on the surveillance record, Wei Zhengrong said these words.

"I didn't say bad either."

Both of them were talking about Xiao Ming, but they stopped clicking and then focused on looking at the computer.

"I think the time starts from three days ago. Middle-aged men, pay attention to whether anyone from that year appears."

Lu Xingzhi expressed his judgment. Seeing that Wei Zhengrong didn't speak, he played the record according to his judgment.

"Maybe we met the same suspect again."

Watching the video that kept fast-forwarding, Wei Zhengrong made a rare joke, "If he were really from that time, he would be like what we talked about before."

"It's not ruled out." Lu Xingzhi stared at the video and said his judgment, "The person who can restore all the details of the imitation case will definitely not appear suddenly."

"Actually, Wu Jia is still suspect to me, because apart from us and Zhang Sicheng, who has been shot, he is the only one who knows all the details."

"If all the details match up, the possibility of coincidence is completely ruled out."

"I will inform you when I go to the hospital next week." Wei Zhengrong was silent for a moment, "I will not let my personal emotions affect my judgment anymore."

"You know, I didn't mean what I said in the bureau just now." Lu Xingzhi moved his eyes from the screen to Wei Zhengrong's face, "I just said that Xiao Ming has a temper..."

Before he finished speaking, Wei Zhengrong interrupted him, "I know."

"As you know, I didn't mean that."

The first one knew that Lu Xingzhi's words were not talking about him. The second one knew was to reassure Lu Xingzhi that he was not indulging in the failure and self-blame of the past.

"I thought I heard my name just now." Xiao Ming had already observed both floors of the Internet cafe, and now he came over with a curious look on his face, "Are you talking about me?"

Lu Xingzhi gave him a quiet look, and Xiao Ming immediately complied.

"Look!"

Wei Zhengrong's words made Lu Xingzhi pause the playback as if on conditioned reflex. In the frozen picture, a middle-aged man with sparse hair and a scar on his forehead clearly appeared.

"It's true." Wei Zhengrong wiped his glasses, "He's the same person again!"

……

On the second floor of the flower shop, Wu Jia stared motionlessly at the picture on the computer in front of him. After a long silence, he took a deep breath and then exhaled it slowly.

"Knew it!"

The tone was indescribably complicated, and seemed to be mixed with a hint of understanding and relief.

On the monitor facing him, an oil painting with a modern absurdist style was completely displayed in front of Wu Jia.

Hieronymus Bosch, the author of the Paradise on Earth painting, was the prophet who gave Zhang Sicheng spiritual guidance 13 years ago.

It was also two years ago that when Zhang Sicheng was arrested, he faced himself hysterically and declared that under the guidance of the prophet, he would follow the same path as him, bear his sins, and eliminate evil in the world!

"This is Liu Meng, this is Du Mei..." Wu Jia enlarged the oil painting and carefully searched for traces of Zhang Sicheng on it.

"So, I just said that when Zhang Sicheng was arrested, I felt like something was missing."

Wu Jia murmured to himself: "It turns out that the driving link of the driving force is missing."

"Although the Nandu City Library held an exhibition of European medieval oil paintings, there were so many painters in the Middle Ages. Why was this oil painting selected? This kind of painting style would basically not be exposed to the public in China in the 90s. In front of you."

"Whoever selected the content of the art exhibition that year gave Zhang Sicheng an opportunity to awaken the demon in his heart. Moreover, although no clues related to this person were found in subsequent cases, the exhibition period was only one week. Time oil paintings, considering that Zhang Sicheng was still working at that time, I could only look at them during my breaks at most."

Wu Jia's intuition told him that he was very close to the real leader of the serial murder case 13 years ago and the imitation case a few days ago!

The middle-aged man buying flowers is the key to unlocking all the secrets!

"Do I have a talent for painting?" Wu Jia put his hands in front of him again, looked at the palms with clear knuckles, and smiled, "Maybe, but I managed to escape from the darkness, how can I enter the darkness again? Woolen cloth?"

"But it's fine."

"I'm not the only one."

"The second personality that absorbs the growth of darkness is perfect to deal with this possible mastermind!"

"And I believe you must be very artistic, right?"

After a rhetorical question came out of his mouth, Wu Jia didn't speak anymore, but his hands naturally rested on the keyboard and he typed a line of words on the computer screen.

"Of course, my main personality, art and painting are all my innate skills since I was born!"

So, you need to be prepared now. After all, you still have to buy painting materials, and you also need to prepare in advance how you might speak and what you say when you meet next time. Otherwise, if you don’t look like that, the man won’t either. Believe in yourself, so you can't get the information you want.

correct!

Wu Jia got up and rummaged around the room, and finally found the voice recorder he bought two years ago in the cabinet in the corner. He blew the dust on it. Wu Jia's eyes were filled with complicated emotions.

"I never thought I would be able to use you one day!"

It was used to catch Zhang Sicheng two years ago. When he thought that two years later, it would be possible to use this recording pen to catch the mastermind behind the scenes, Wu Jia felt that everything was reincarnated, and there must be a cause and a result. a feeling of.

Everyone is inside, no one can escape!

If it weren't for him, no, if Wu Jia hadn't been replaced by him, according to the development in the original work and TV series, Wang Nannan should have died in the hands of Wu Jia, himself, and then eventually, he would have been discovered and died before the law under sanctions.

Really, no one can escape!

Wu Jia's thoughts were racing for a moment, and then he calmed down and connected the recorder to the charger. It had not been used for several years, so don't break it.