what's in the depths

"Hey?"

After waiting for a long time, I didn't wait for the "reward" that Chu Rong said over there. I took the phone and looked at it. I don't know when the phone has low battery and automatically shuts down.

Forget it, even if Chu Rong asked for money, he wouldn't give it to him.

At three o'clock in the morning, the streets were dark, only a little yellow light from the police station.

Zhu Yuhan rubbed his sore eyes and sorted out the last clue.

From Tang Leguang's fall from the building to Zhao Siming's death, it seems that they can be connected in a line.

The person who fell from the building, Tang Leguang, was a colleague of Shangguan Shidi, while the victim, Zhao Siming, had been chasing Tang Leguang relentlessly, but because Tang Leguang did not respond to this, Zhao Siming slandered and spread rumors to hurt Tang Leguang, and then Tang Leguang fell from the building Shangguan Shidi believed that the real culprit who caused Tang Leguang to fall from the building was Zhao Siming, so he asked him out to kill and dismember him under the pretext.

But now, a suspicious point has emerged in the case, that is, their principal Luo Sheng who just returned to China yesterday.

The paintings in his office were intentionally covered by outsiders. Of course, it is not ruled out that the paintings will be damaged due to scratching. He is afraid that Mr. Jin will feel unhappy if he finds out and modify them himself.

But Mr. Jin clearly stated that this painting was given to St. Vital in March last year, but Luo Sheng said it was given this year.

Mr. Jin said that it takes at least a week for an oil painting to dry completely. Judging from the retrieved pictures, it is obvious that the sticky covering on the saint's skirt is nearly three weeks old. What God did.

Three days ago, the principal and administrative director claimed to be conducting teaching seminars in Italy.

During class hours during the day, the door of the principal's office is locked, and it is impossible for students to break in without permission.

And the boy who loves detective novels once said that more than once at around twelve o'clock at night, he heard screams and crying from the teaching building, but the security guard denied it.

According to surveillance, Shangguan Shidi had been in and out of St. Vital College at night, but now that she is dead, no one knows what she saw when she went to St. Vitale that day to be so flustered.

In other words, based on the above, their principal and security guards are all lying and deliberately concealing something.

However, Shangguan Shidi, who passed away, did not fully explain clearly that she killed Zhao Siming for her love, but it was just a branch of the whole case.

In the blink of an eye, Zhu Yuhan suddenly thought that the deceased Tang Leguang had had sex many times before his death, and there were many subcutaneous hemorrhages behind the ears.

It suddenly occurred to me that in Luo Sheng's office there was a high-quality huanghuali tea table, which was about 60 centimeters high.

Zhu Yuhan walked to the side of his desk and sat on the ground. Compared with the height of the desk, it was just above his head. He was 1.7 meters tall. If it was the huanghuali tea table, it would probably only reach his shoulders.

But if it is Tang Leguang, who is only 1.6 meters tall, it happens to reach her ears.

Analyzing this point, Zhu Yuhan couldn't tell what mood he was in.

Not too excited, but more and more disappointed.

After the phone was fully charged, Zhu Yuhan hurriedly called Chu Rong back, but the phone rang for a long time but no one answered.

He thought that maybe Chu Rong had already fallen asleep, so he might as well look for him tomorrow.

Look at your watch, it's four o'clock in the morning.

Zhu Yuhan pulled out a set of duvets and curled up on the sofa in the office.

Sleepiness hit him, he yawned, tilted his head, and fell into a deep sleep.

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After sleeping for less than three hours, he was woken up by Tong Si who was bluffing.

Zhu Yuhan only felt sore eyes, sat on the sofa and rubbed his eyes to try to relieve eye fatigue.

Tong Si handed over the freshly ground soybean milk: "Wash up first or eat breakfast first."

Zhu Yuhan yawned heavily and stood up from the sofa, pushing Tong Si's hand away: "I haven't woken up, my head is not clear at the moment, and I still feel a little nauseous, you can eat by yourself."

At nine o'clock, Fu Huaiyu arrived on time with several police officers from the serious crime team: "I'm going to Chu Rong's research institute today, how about you?"

"Psychiatric hospital." Zhu Yuhan sat on the side smoking a cigarette, trying to wake himself up.

"What are you doing over there?"

"I now suspect that Luo Sheng, the principal of St. Vital College, is related to Tang Leguang's fall from the building. I will go to the mental hospital where his mother is to find out about the situation."

"What time did you go to bed last night?" Seeing Zhu Yuhan's precarious appearance, Fu Huaiyu frowned.

"Around four o'clock." Zhu Yuhan picked up his coat from the sofa and put it on, took the car keys and went out.

"In your current state, do you still want to drive?"

"Let Tong Si open." Zhu Yuhan didn't want to explain anything to him, so he opened the door and left.

Tong Si was standing in the hall chatting with Zhou Xiaoran, and immediately greeted Zhu Yuhan when he came out.

Zhu Yuhan stuffed the car keys into Tong Si's hand: "You drive, go to Nanshan Hospital."

The car drove across the highway, and Tong Si stepped up his horsepower to drive the car to 120 miles.

Zhu Yuhan leaned on the co-pilot, drowsy.

Suddenly there was a loud noise, and the car slammed to the brakes. The loud braking sound hurt the eardrums.

Zhu Yuhan woke up startled and looked at Tong Si in horror.

"I hit... hit something..." Tong Si swallowed, and hurriedly got out of the car to check the situation.

A horse dog with dislocated limbs and covered in blood was rolled in the wheel.

"What's the matter with you!" Zhu Yuhan was fully awake at this time, and shouted angrily at Tong Si.

"It came out of the woods all of a sudden, and I didn't stop the car." Tong Si was still in shock, panting heavily, looking at the dog that died tragically.

Zhu Yuhan slammed the car door, took out the body bag from the trunk, and looked around, but there was no one around.

"Put the dog's body in a body bag first, and find a place to bury it."

Tong Si responded blankly, put on his gloves, and pulled the dead horse dog out from under the wheel.

Suddenly, Tong Si stopped with his hands, and the dog's body fell to the ground.

"Why are you still in a daze, hurry up." Zhu Yuhan urged impatiently.

"Zhu Dui, this dog's body is not quite right..." Tong Si lowered his voice, knelt down and inspected intently.

Hearing the sound, Zhu Yuhan leaned over and followed the direction of Tong Si's finger.

On the hairless abdomen of this horse dog, there are herpes of unknown size and size. The herpes are in the shape of water balls, and there are flesh worms wriggling in each herpes.

The horse dog's eyes were bloodshot, and the pupils were constricted.

Zhu Yuhan felt nauseous, turned around and waved his hands: "Pick it into the car first, maybe it's because of a skin disease, it's too disgusting."

Tong Si suppressed his nausea, put the horse dog's body into a body bag, threw it into the trunk, checked the front of the car, and found that the bumper had obvious dents.

"Drive slowly. Fortunately, only one dog was killed this time."

"Zhu team..." Tong Si's hands trembled slightly, and a trace of sweat broke out on his forehead in the cold winter months: "You, come on..."

Zhu Yuhan dragged him out of the cab and started the engine: "You should be glad you didn't hit anyone."

A sudden car accident caused the two of them to arrive at Nanshan Hospital at nearly eleven o'clock.

Seeing that Tong Si was still in a daze, Zhu Yuhan patted him on the shoulder: "You find a place to rest first, and I will call you when you leave."

Tong Si nodded in a daze, and found a bench to sit down.

Showing his police ID, the doctor led Zhu Yuhan to a side courtyard and opened the iron gate.

The cold air eroded quickly, and Zhu Yuhan subconsciously clasped his arms tightly.

"This is Mrs. Luo." The doctor introduced.

"Thank you for your flexibility." Zhu Yuhan thanked him again and again.

The doctor closed the iron door.

Zhu Yuhan looked at the woman sitting in the corner with her back to him, hesitated for a while, and walked over slowly.

The woman is tied to the chair by a restraint belt. Seen from the back, the woman has white hair, but her back is straight, and her fingers are tapping the armrest of the chair.

"Mrs. Luo?" Zhu Yuhan called tentatively.

The woman was humming an old song that was popular seven or eight years ago, with a steady tone and sweet voice.

Zhu Yuhan walked over, stood beside the woman, leaned down and called again: "Mrs. Luo? Hello, I am the captain of the first team of the Criminal Investigation Division, and my name is Zhu Yuhan."

The woman's hand that hit the armrest stopped instantly.

She tilted her head and looked at this "uninvited guest".

Zhu Yuhan finally saw her face.

I have to say that even though this woman is over sixty years old, she can still see her youthful beauty from her face. I heard that she is a lady from a wealthy family passed down from the Republic of China. Although her hair is already gray, her face has few wrinkles. The big eyes are bright and energetic.

It doesn't look like a psychopath.

The woman only looked at it for a while, then turned her head and continued humming her own little song.

"Mrs. Luo, I don't mean anything malicious, I just came here to chat with you, just chat casually."

The woman stopped humming, took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and after a while, sneered:

"A policeman came to me and said he was talking casually, do you think I believe it?"

Zhu Yuhan was surprised.

Can a psychopath say such logical words?

"He came to find me to take the blame." The woman smiled, as if she already understood the police's thoughts.

Now it was Zhu Yuhan's turn to be puzzled: "To blame? What crime?"

The woman suddenly opened her eyes wide and turned to look at Zhu Yuhan.

"You mean, who should be blamed?"

The woman hurriedly turned her head away and said nothing.

Zhu Yuhan narrowed his eyes and suddenly understood.

Yes, he should have guessed.

"Madam, you are not mentally ill as rumored, right?"

"And the one suffering from mental illness is actually your son, Luo Sheng, I'm right." Zhu Yuhan smiled with a confident expression.

The woman clenched her hands tightly, her long nails digging into her palms.

"He has no mental illness." The woman said softly.

"what did you say?"

"I said my son is not mentally ill, but violent." The woman closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"Then could you please elaborate."

"Did he do something wrong?" The woman didn't answer his question, but said something like this.

Zhu Yuhan nodded: "Yes, I now suspect that your son Luo Sheng is related to a high school student falling from a building."

"actually……"

The woman frowned: "My dead husband took care of many lovers during his lifetime, and often beat and kicked me after returning home. I was often beaten all over. Sometimes, he would also beat my son, maybe Luo My husband's violent factor was inherited in his body, and he was different from other children from a very young age."

"How should I say it?" Zhu Yuhan couldn't help interjecting.

"For example, whenever I was severely beaten by my husband, he would find some snakes, frogs, rabbits and other small animals to kill, and even skin and dismember them..." The woman's lips trembled, and a trace of panic appeared on her pale face.