what's in the depths

"Oh, there's nothing particularly important. It's just a routine visit to the residents, to go deep into the people's livelihood, and just come and have a look." Zhu Yuhan didn't directly express his intention of coming, but played a sloppy eye.

Song Yunian's hand tightly grasped the armrest of the wheelchair. After a long while, he said softly, "Then you can do what you want."

Zhu Yuhan winked at Chu Rong, hoping that he would hold back Song Yunian for the time being, and look around to see if he could get any useful clues.

After walking around, the more I walked, the more I felt something was wrong.

Song Yunian majored in electronic information technology at university. He has a very expensive computer in his room. According to him, there are many pinhole cameras installed in his home, all made by himself.

During Chu Rong's conversation with him, he made it very clear that he had suffered sexual assault back then, and he would never let it go. He called the police at that time, but because the legal system at that time did not deal with sexual assault on men There is a clear conviction system, so criminal suspects are still at large.

"Then what do you want to do, kill him, or take revenge on him in the same way?" Chu Rong asked.

Song Yunian stroked the armrest of the wheelchair, but said nothing.

"Maybe you have grievances, you are not willing to live in this situation, and you feel that death is not a pity for this kind of social cancer, but as a policeman, I have seen more life and death, and the more I understand the preciousness of life. In this world, nothing is enough. At the cost of life."

Chu Rong's voice was very soft. He stretched out his hand and held Song Yunian's pale and slender hand:

"There is a dark side deep in everyone's heart, there are things to fear, and there is wanton madness. This is something that is not protected but not restrained. As long as you transform these darkness into practical actions, every one of us Everyone respects your opinion."

Song Yunian smiled, pale and feeble.

He said that even though he would spend his whole life in a wheelchair, he never thought about killing people or taking revenge, because he knew very well that if he really took revenge, it would be himself, his parents and friends who were injured in the end.

As for outsiders, in the face of your pain and torment, they will only feel sympathy, that's all, but those who really feel distressed are those who care about you and love you.

"I know, you are not some kind of police station at the grassroots level to visit the masses." Song Yunian raised his head, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

Chu Rong was taken aback for a moment, then smiled embarrassedly.

"You guys are here because of the recent live-broadcast murder incident." I have to say, Song Yunian is really a very smart kid.

"Correct."

"So, after careful analysis, it seems likely that the culprit is hiding among those of us who have been victims of the same assault, right?"

Chu Rong took out the fingerprint collection book from the toolbox and put it on the table: "No matter what, I still hope that you will cooperate with us. Can you leave a fingerprint?"

Song Yunian took a deep breath and pressed his fingers together on the carbon stencil paper. In this way, the fingerprint records of all ten fingers were collected by the police station.

"Although I didn't kill people, I really hope that I did this." Song Yunian pressed his fingerprints, then took out a wet tissue to wipe his hands.

"Why?" Chu Rong frowned.

"Because among those children who were forced to perform freak shows, one was the child of the prisoner who raped me." Song Yunian raised his eyes, his white lips trembling slightly, "I am very grateful to this murderer for doing me a favor. What I have never dared to do has brought justice back to me.”

Chu Rong's hand to clean up the fingerprint book suddenly stopped. He raised his head and stared at Song Yunian's fair little face without moving.

The child was laughing, and very smugly.

"How do you know?" Chu Rong's voice was a little cold.

"How do I know?" Song Yu smiled young, "A person who caused me to be like this continues to live freely without any regrets, even marrying a wife and having children, do you think it's fair? Or is it fair to his wife?"

Then, Song Yunian turned the wheelchair to his room, and saw that Zhu Yuhan had turned on his computer and was copying all the information in the computer to the hard disk.

Seeing Song Yunian, Zhu Yuhan smiled awkwardly, as if he was a little at a loss.

"You do what you want." Song Yunian said calmly, without showing the fury of being prying into his privacy.

He opened the drawer, took out a folder from it, closed the drawer, and turned the wheelchair to the living room.

A blue leather folder was neatly placed on the table.

"What is this?" Chu Rong asked.

"The details of the rapist and his family are here. I hope it will be helpful to you."

"Why did you give me this." Chu Rong picked up the document and looked at it, which marked the detailed information of the criminal Luo Yong, including the places where he often appeared, and when his son was cheated away, all of which were recorded in detail .

"Why are you giving me this?"

"Don't misunderstand, I just hope that you can investigate clearly whether his child was really cheated and forced to perform a freak show. I just thought it was like watching the live broadcast at the time. I'm not sure. If it is true, please call Let me know on the phone so that I can be happy too."

Chu Rong looked at him, smiled and shook his head for a long while.

Before leaving, Chu Rong asked Song Yunian how he knew that he was not a policeman visiting the grassroots.

Song Yunian seemed to find this question ridiculous: "Send all the forensic doctors? No, only institutions above the city police station will have them."

Chu Rong looked at his suit: "I'm curious, how did you know that I'm a forensic doctor?"

The dark clouds outside the window slanted down, and the tumbling shadows covered the only light. The heavy rain was approaching, and pedestrians on the road quickened their pace to find a suitable shelter from the rain.

"Can't you smell it?" Song Yunian's face was blurred in the darkness.

"what."

"The smell of death emanating from you..."

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In the General Bureau of Criminal Investigation, the police officers hurried past with documents and files, without stopping for a moment. There were still two days before the week to solve the case that Zhu Yuhan promised, but there were very few clues.

"I wish the team." Zhou Xiaoran opened the door and came in. "We found out the factory that made the sacks, and they sold them from a factory in Huaihua District. Because most of the ordinary sacks are woven with double buttons, this sack has four buttons, and the quality is better. , but there are many selling points.”

"To buy a sack for the crime, you should be able to find it at any store, but the murderer deliberately chose a relatively high-quality product. In real life, he should also be a person who pays great attention to quality, focusing on searching daily necessities near high-end residential areas. point of sale."

Zhu Yuhan put down the search report, and then picked up the files of the fourteen victims:

"Have you contacted the immigrant?"

"No, people immigrating abroad probably just don't want to mention the past and start over in a different environment, so I feel that the possibility of this immigrant committing a crime is unlikely."

Zhou Xiaoran raised doubts.

"Other than him, the rest are those two victims who have committed suicide. It's impossible, they did it." Zhu Yuhan threw the file on the table irritably, leaned on the back of the chair and began to look at the sky and think about life.

"It looks like my police career is really coming to an end."

"Don't be so pessimistic, Zhuge, you can't admit defeat until the last moment, maybe things will turn around." Zhou Xiaoran smiled hastily.

It rained heavily for a day and a night, and the city center was flooded due to the low terrain, and many stores were washed into water curtain holes by the flood.

Zhu Yuhan got up and opened the window, wanting to get some air and adjust his mood.

As a result, the cold and damp wind blew in and wet the files on the table. He felt even more irritable, so he slammed the window vigorously, and quickly packed the files on the table and put them on the heater to dry.

But it seems that there is always a strange point that has been firmly grasping my sight, but after careful investigation, I can't find where that point is.

"Hey, the day before yesterday was Brother Xie's death day. We didn't even get to visit him. We waited for the case to be concluded and took some time to buy something to pay homage to him." Zhou Xiaoran seemed to be infected by the melancholy atmosphere, and began to think about it. Some do not.

Zhu Yuhan closed his eyes and breathed lightly.

Death day.

Worship.

cemetery.

tombstone.

It seems that that point is in it, but I can't think of a reason after racking my brains.

"I wish the team." Tong Si interrupted him, and hurried in with a stack of files, "I sorted out all the clues, take a look."

His thoughts were interrupted, Zhu Yuhan simply stopped thinking about it, sighed, took the stack of documents, and sat back at his desk.

According to the clues that Tong Si has sorted out, it is roughly as follows:

1. The suspect is a person who has suffered same-sex sexual assault or is related to it, has a high quality of life, likes to exercise, and lives in a high-quality residential area.

2. The suspect is very good at electronic information technology, he can intrude into various major systems in the city at will, and may suffer from an incurable disease, and has given up the opportunity for treatment.

3. The suspect may know the detailed information of the suspect who violated others back then, so he was able to deceive the suspect's son to torture him inhumanely.

4. Antisocial personality, mental disorder, generally speaking, it is a monster without emotions.

Then, where is that rather eye-catching point? It is clearly in front of my eyes, but I can't figure it out.

The police officers visited large and small fitness equipment stores in the city to investigate, sorted out a list of customers who had purchased tensioners and lubricating coatings, and then excluded them based on their addresses. The target was once again hundreds of people.

In two days, it is impossible to visit one by one, time does not allow.

But his intuition told Zhu Yuhan that these were useless, and the clue to solve the case lay in that strange point that he couldn't even think of.

He immediately got up, put on the police gun and car keys, and walked out of the police station without looking back amid Tong Si's surprised inquiries.

Since this strange point is in the cemetery, the clue must be here too.

The cemetery is still quiet during the day, and occasionally people who pay respects to the dead put down a bouquet of flowers here and bow farewell.

Zhu Yuhan started to look at the first tombstone in the first row one by one. His unusual behavior caught the attention of the mausoleum guards.

"What are you doing, what are you doing, you are practicing obstacle running here, don't see where this is, go away!" The mausoleum guard grabbed Zhu Yuhan and drove him out.

Zhu Yuhan took out his police officer ID from his pocket: "The police handle the case, you are the one who will go to my side."

The mausoleum guard curled his lips: "The dead are the most important, and the police are great? Disturbing the cleanliness of others, you can't afford to walk around."

Zhu Yuhan didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, so he broke free from his hand and continued to look at the rows in the same way as before.

Before I knew it, I walked to Lao Xie's tombstone, but the fruits and cigarettes I brought the day before yesterday were trampled to pieces.

Yes, that's right, it's obviously man-made.

The remaining half bottle of wine was already empty, two small porcelain cups rolled to the side, and the cigarette case was trampled flat, including fresh fruit, which looked like the whole cemetery was dirty of.

Looking at other grave mounds, the sacrifices sent by relatives are still intact.

Who is so insane, and still deliberately targeted.

What is it aimed at, Lao Xie?No, Lao Xie was a passionate person during his lifetime, never blushed with anyone, and in order to avoid suspicion, he didn't even engrave a sacrifice in service on Lao Xie's epitaph, and he didn't even reveal his policeman's identity.

police?That's right, the person who destroyed the sacrificial offering was targeting Lao Xie's identity as a police officer.

Moreover, he must know Lao Xie.

Zhu Yuhan looked around, and was about to arrest the mausoleum guards and ask him for clarification.

But for a split second, when he glanced at the name on the nearby tombstone, he understood what that strange dot was—

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