what's in the depths

"Since you know the suspect, hurry up and arrest him, let him experience the depth of the legal culture." A certain netizen was very dissatisfied with the police handling a case for nearly two months, and his little hands knocked on the keyboard ring.

We call this kind of person a keyboard warrior.

"Come, come, the police officer will give you a certificate, and you can arrest him."

Tong Si scrolled through the comments, and saw that the hot-tempered team leader of their family was tearing up with the netizens again on the Internet. Unable to control the desire to like, he lightly pressed the thumbs up sign.

"I said Zhu team, it's not your business to arrest people. It's fine to hand over the suspects to the criminal police team. After all, we are also mental workers." Tong Si curled his lips. This nosy behavior is very incomprehensible.

"Those who can do more work."

"No wonder Team Leader Fu said that you are meddling with mice."

Zhu Yuhan narrowed his eyes: "He really said that?"

"It probably means that, I polished it up."

Zhu Yuhan rushed over with a stride, without giving Tong Si time to think, he raised his hand to strangle him: "Why don't you write novels with such a brilliant literary talent."

Tong Si patted Zhu Yuhan's hand again and again begging for mercy, with tears streaming from his eyes.

Zhu Yuhan clapped his hands and picked up his coat: "Be on duty, I'm leaving first."

Walking through the main city avenue painted with white moonlight, I came to Chu Rong's research institute unconsciously.

In fact, Zhu Yuhan still wanted to have a good talk with Chu Rong about the kiss that night in the name of "acting". He was not an idiot, and Chu Rong's carelessness was too obvious.

Knocking on the door of the institute, Chu Rong yawned and welcomed him in.

"Are all the assistants off work?" Looking at the empty research institute, Zhu Yuhan suddenly felt a little apprehensive.

"Well, there are no cases recently, so I let them go back early."

Zhu Yuhan rubbed his hands, thinking about how to speak.

"Drink something." Chu Rong brought the tea set.

"White, boiled water is fine."

Chu Rong nodded, looked up at Zhu Yuhan who was still standing aside, hesitant to speak: "Sit down, what are you doing standing up?"

"Sit...sit..." Zhu Yuhan wiped off his cold sweat, walked over mechanically and sat down.

"Is there anything you want to tell me?"

If it weren't for Chu Rong being smart, he couldn't hide what was on his mind.

"It's just... that night..." No, I don't have a thick skin enough to say it.

"That night?" Chu Rong frowned.

Zhu Yuhan nodded: "Just, the night we went to the gay bar...we..."

Chu Rong's pouring hand paused: "Gay bar? Us?"

"Yes, it was the night of your birthday, the night we were investigating the case related to Zhang Wei, you either treated me...or..." Zhu Yuhan had already started to search for the cracks in the ground.

"What did I do to you?" Chu Rong looked very puzzled: "When did we go to a gay bar? I like girls more than rough men."

Now it was Zhu Yuhan's turn to be confused. After thinking about it for a long time, he could only think that Chu Rong was pretending to be stupid on purpose.

Maybe he is also reluctant to bring this topic up on the table, how embarrassing it is, then don't make trouble for yourself.

"No, I'm talking nonsense." Zhu Yuhan waved his hands and quickly changed the subject:

"By the way, in Zhang Wei's case, according to Kuang San's description, he saw a tall man who went to Zhang Wei's house at that time. I suspect that man is Jiang He, the suspect who killed Tan Fangfang."

"How to say."

"Li Xinzhi said that Jiang He was the one who invited him to the sex abuse party, indicating that this person had a special sexual fetish, which coincided with Zhang Wei's death from sexual asphyxiation."

"The suspect put coins into Zhang Wei's airway, can you guess the motive?"

Zhu Yuhan shook his head: "I don't know this yet, we can only conduct detailed inquiries after the suspect is brought to justice."

Seeing that Chu Rong yawned after a few words, he knew that he was really tired, and Zhu Yuhan didn't want to disturb him anymore, so he got up and left after drinking water.

Looking at Zhu Yuhan's leaving back, Chu Rong pondered for a long time, then took out the glass bottle containing the one-yuan coin from his pocket, and held it tightly in his hand.

A coin has two sides, representing two ways. When they don't know what to decide, many people like to flip a coin to find heads and tails.

It was just too late, and it happened before I gave myself a chance to make a choice.

Because the moment the coin is tossed up, the answer is already clear.

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"The person is in the direction of 105. Hurry up and save the smoke. I will set up a gun and seal the smoke! My God, you are still blocked by others, you are an iron head."

Early the next morning, as soon as he opened the office door, he saw Tong Si sitting in front of his computer with a loud voice, and the mouse made a "snapping" sound when he dropped it.

"One shot of the full blood three-level SKS? It's a shame, it's a stone hammer, I have to arrange him, number three, give me your dog."

Zhu Yuhan walked over, closed the computer, and tapped Tong Si's furry head: "Are you here to play games or are you on duty."

Tong Si reached out to snatch the computer: "Zhu Zhu, don't don't! I'm holding a gun!"

"What kind of fight, get out of here." Zhu Yuhan pushed Tong Si out, and also threw his coat out along the way.

Tong Si was wailing outside, and he kept banging on the door: "Team Zhu, let me in! My teammates are going to scold me!"

Zhu Yuhan opened the notebook again and found that Tong Si had turned into a box.

Quit the game, open Zhang Wei's case report, and look through the pages in detail, trying to find any useful clues that were not found before.

As he was watching, he heard Tong Si crying outside to Zhou Xiaoran who had just come to work about his inhumanity.

"Nearly favors are not for you." Zhou Xiaoran said, and then casually picked up the non-stop ringing landline phone.

Zhu Yuhan took out the earplugs from the drawer, trying to block Tong Si's chatter from his ears.

Zhou Xiaoran pushed the door open again and entered.

"You..." Zhu Yuhan lost his temper.

Zhou Xiaoran stretched out his hand and gestured wildly, looking very anxious:

"Bless the team, Team Leader Fu is back."

"Just go back, what a big deal." Zhu Yuhan pulled off the earplugs.

"No, he is now in the Navy No. [-] Hospital. He said he was shot."

When Fu Huaiyu asked him to get back together, he also hesitated for a moment.

Maybe it's because I'm getting older, when faced with a choice, I always subconsciously choose the more realistic one.

But many things are completely determined by the state of mind.

Just like when he learned that Fu Huaiyu was shot twice and lay in the hospital, his emotions broke down.

His legs were weak, his eyes were blurred, and there was a buzzing in his head that he couldn't figure out.

When Zhu Yuhan arrived at the hospital, Director Chen and members of the serious crime team had already packed the ward to the brim.

Zhu Yuhanhao rudely pushed away the crowd and squeezed in. He glanced at Fu Huaiyu lying on the bed with his upper body covered in bandages.

He was still holding an apple in his hand, and when he saw Zhu Yuhan who was out of breath, he was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up.

"coming?"

"You..." Seeing that Fu Huaiyu is still energetic, the heart that has been carrying it can barely fall to the ground.

Seeing Old Chen looking at him with displeasure, Zhu Yuhan quickly saluted Old Chen.

Old Chen coughed twice, and the wrinkles on his forehead became more and more deep. He turned his head and said softly to Fu Huaiyu who was lying on the bed: "We have been sitting for a long time, you should take a good rest, let's go first."

Zhu Yuhan timidly stood aside, and waited until Lao Chen and the members of the serious crime team filed out one by one, and then fell to the side of Fu Huaiyu's bed like a fire burning his eyeballs.

Not exaggerating, it really rushed over.

"Where's the injury?"

"I was shot twice in my right shoulder. It's been about half a month. I had surgery there to remove the shrapnel. I just came back today, and I'm feeling better now."

Seeing him like this, Fu Huaiyu was overjoyed in his heart, but he still wanted to put on an expression of "Old Chen and his group of annoying bastards left just now and you are blocking my eyes again".

"How did it hurt?"

"I didn't pay attention, I was ambushed and shot twice." Fu Huaiyu said calmly, without the slightest awareness that if the two shots were too far away, he would be separated from Zhu Yuhan.

"You!" Zhu Yuhan felt a mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat, and rolled in it for a long time before swallowing it hard.

"When will I be discharged from the hospital?" As soon as the subject changed, her tone softened.

"The doctor said that he is recovering well and will be discharged in about two weeks."

"You are really lucky." Zhu Yuhan muttered.

"I don't know if I will be so lucky next time." Fu Huaiyu said, slowly raising his arms and stretching to try to relieve the pain.

"Transfer to another department."

"Do you think transferring jobs is the same as playing house?"

Zhu Yuhan clenched his fists: "You are the only son in your family. If something happens to you, what will your parents do?"

"In addition to what my parents should do, I also want to hear what you should do." Fu Huaiyu pursed his lips and smiled, and stretched out his left hand: "Do you know what I was thinking when I was shot?"

Zhu Yuhan didn't speak.

"I was thinking, if I was really going to die, it would be nice to see you again; but I also thought, if I die here now, I will definitely not see you."

"You think I'm an idiot, you just hurt your shoulder and you're dying."

Well, this guy with such a low EQ is talking to death again.

"Then what do you like to hear, I said."

With just such a sentence, Zhu Yuhan's heart, which had been silent for two years, began to restless again.

Seeing Zhu Yuhan's self-struggling appearance, Fu Huaiyu knew it was still too early and could only wait for him to figure it out, so he simply did not continue this topic.

The topic changed and it was transferred to the case of Zhang Wei and Cai Zhijie.

"I heard that you have found out the suspect in Tan Fangfang's cooking case, and are arresting them nationwide?"

"Yeah." Zhu Yuhan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that he stopped teasing him.

I'm really afraid that if he continues to talk, he will take off his clothes.

"And the murderer in Tan Fangfang's case and Zhang Wei's case may be the same person."

"What about the Cai Zhijie case?"

"Cai Zhijie and Zhang Wei seemed to die in the same way, but later Chu Rong dissected Cai Zhijie's body and found a one-yuan coin at the end of his airway."

Fu Huaiyu felt a little cold, pulled the quilt over and said, "Could it be a deliberate imitation?"

"What imitation?"

"Perhaps Cai Zhijie and Zhang Wei were not killed by the same person at all. Zhang Wei had browsed many messy web forums before his death, but Cai Zhijie was more honest, and he lived in such a remote mountain that it was difficult to obtain information through Internet channels. The most frightening thing is that the criminal knew the way of Zhang Wei's death before Zhang Wei's body was found, and then killed Cai Zhijie in this way, in an attempt to divert the attention of the police and separate the two cases. Let's make a case."

Zhu Yuhan nodded: "It is possible."

"If the glass bottle found in the body of the deceased Cai Zhijie did not belong to Cai Zhijie, then, believe it, there will be many similar cases in the future."

"Then... Cai Zhijie and Zhang Wei were not killed by the same person?"

"No." Fu Huaiyu affirmed: "When a criminal leaves a special symbol at the crime scene, it must mean that he will continue to commit crimes in the future. This kind of criminal is very confident in himself and despises the police, and he left The symbol must have a special meaning for him."

a coin.

What would that mean?

If, as Fu Huaiyu said, the criminal will continue to commit crimes, then who will be the next one, and what is the real purpose of the criminal?

Three months after the incident, the murderer Jiang He finally ended his fugitive career.

Due to unbearable pressure from outside public opinion and the police's nationwide search, he voluntarily surrendered on the morning of the [-]th.

In the end, Jiang He explained the whole process of committing the crime and identified the scene.

The same as Zhu Yuhan and his analysis, the intention to kill because of money, but the killing of Zhang Wei was an unintentional homicide. Also him.

Jiang He said that he didn't kill Cai Zhijie, and he didn't know Cai Zhijie, nor had he been to Qiuyun Mountain.

In the courtroom, before the judge read out the verdict, Li Xinzhi stood on the dock and asked softly:

"In the past ten years, have you ever liked me?"

And Jiang He clearly told him:

"No, I just keep using you."

Jiang He's defense lawyer looked at him, pursed his mouth tightly, with a deep furrow between his brows, and finally shook his head helplessly.

The grey-haired judge held up the verdict report, his chapped lips parted and opened.

The Intermediate People's Court ruled in the first instance that the suspect, Jiang He, was sentenced to death with a six-month reprieve for intentionally killing and sexually assaulting minors, and disposing of the corpses by special means, which caused extremely bad social impact.

Li Xinzhi was sentenced to life imprisonment for covering criminals and assisting in disposing of corpses, but he can apply for medical parole because he suffers from liver cancer.

Jiang He suddenly raised his head and looked at Li Xinzhi.

And the man who had a bright future, but was punished by the law for helping him destroy his body and traces, looked into Jiang He's eyes, just smiled, and didn't say much.

Tomb-sweeping Day, it started to rain lightly.

Under a black umbrella, a pair of long and narrow eyes were retracted.

He took out a one-yuan coin from his pocket and placed it in front of the mausoleum.

The coin is reverse, and the chrysanthemums on it are full and vigorous.

Close your eyes, as if you could hear the desperate screams of the people in the car before the car exploded, which could not go away for a long time.