what's in the depths

The corpse was not covered with a thread, and the degree of decay was very serious. From the appearance alone, it could only be judged that it was a man, and his age and identity were unknown.

Zhu Yuhan raised a bill against taking pictures of the corpses for evidence collection, and then split up with Zhou Xiaoran and others to investigate the scene.

The torrential rain destroyed the crime scene first, and it was quite difficult to obtain evidence. It is not known whether the sticky fibers in the grass are the clothes worn by the deceased, and the footprints that can restore the scene of the crime have been washed away by the torrential rain. .

"Let's carry the body back first. This mountainous area is temporarily sealed off, and the monitoring will be called for two months." Zhu Yuhan covered his nose and waved at the team members.

Because it was winter and it happened to be warm again, it was difficult to determine the specific time of death of the deceased according to the degree of decay in this contradictory climate environment. We could only start with the personal information of the deceased.

When the body was carried back to Chu Rong's research institute, forensic doctor Wang and Chu Rong were discussing the clues of the deceased Tu Yaya with the serious crime team. Cover your nose with your hands.

Hawthorne frowned, looked at the corpse being brought in, and shook his head: "What's going on here?"

"The highly decomposed corpse was washed from somewhere on the mountain to the foot of the mountain, just at the ramp of Nanshan Expressway. There was no clothing on it, and there were no traces of clothes around it. The footprints were washed away by the heavy rain, and there was no clue at all."

"You can't see the time of death?"

"Unrecognizable."

As he said that, Zhu Yuhan subconsciously glanced at Tu Yaya's body again, and nodded with his chin: "How is it here, has it been resolved?"

Hawthorne nodded: "Well, the murderer is the little girl's younger brother, who is only... ten years old."

Zhu Yuhan's eyes widened in disbelief: "Ten years old? Are you kidding me? A ten-year-old kid kills someone?"

"Yes." Hawthorne handed over the case report: "People from the technical department restored the phone recording when the parents reported the child's disappearance, and heard a little boy's voice from it. He kept asking you if you found it. Look. What kind of words have come to this?"

Zhu Yuhan only felt creepy: "That is to say, the parents of the child knew about it a long time ago, but in order to protect their son, they deliberately lied about their daughter's disappearance and created the illusion that someone came into the house and kidnapped them? They also wrote the blackmail letter themselves?"

"Yes, I wrote it with my left hand. The reason is that Tu Yaya ate the grapefruit her mother prepared for her younger brother. The younger brother was very angry and hit her sister on the head with a porcelain cup. Unfortunately, it hit the brainstem, causing the little girl to die on the spot. die."

A chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and when he looked up, he saw Hawthorne was also frowning and thinking about this matter.

This was a bit rare, and it was the first time that he had seen other expressions on Hawthorne's face besides indifference.

Seeing Zhu Yuhan, Chu Rong immediately walked out of the autopsy room.

He seems to be in a good mood today. It may be that the case that has been piled up for a long time has finally been solved, and he finally has a smile on his face.

Even Zhu Yuhan was inexplicably happy with him.

"Comrade Rongrong, today is very happy, what's the matter, tell me?"

Chu Rong asked back: "Is there? Haven't I always been like this?"

Zhu Yuhan patted him on the shoulder and pointed to the highly decomposed corpse in the second dissection room: "I don't know if you can still laugh when you see this."

Chu Rong cleared his throat, put away his smile, and pretended to be serious: "Let's have lunch later, I have something to tell you."

This Chu Rong always likes to pretend to be mysterious, what can't be said right now.

"Okay, then do an autopsy as soon as possible. I have too many cases piled up in my hands. If I don't solve the case, the higher authorities will force me to take the blame and resign."

"Don't worry." Chu Rong smiled: "I will as soon as possible, besides, if you are really fired, at worst I will support you."

When Chu Rong said this, our Captain Xiaozhu really felt his scalp tingling.

As soon as the words fell, someone knocked on the door outside the institute.

I thought it was someone from another group who came to get the report, but unexpectedly, when I opened the door, I saw an old man with gray hair and a slightly distressed look standing at the door.

Zhu Yuhan was too familiar with this person.

Fu Jiasen, Fu Huaiyu's father.

The last time I saw him was before Fu Huaiyu's mother passed away. At that time, he was full of vigor, good complexion, straight back, and walked like the wind;

But this time, he seemed to have aged ten years in just a few months, his hair was messy and almost all turned white, and his slightly hunched waist made people feel very sad.

The pain of losing his wife hit him so badly that he quit his school job and stayed at home every day without doing anything, just lying in a daze.

After learning about the incident, Deputy Director Li specially invited Fu Jiasen to come to the Institute to inspect the recent work of the Criminal Investigation Section in order to encourage Fu Jiasen to cheer up.

As for Zhu Yuhan, when he saw this old man, he felt stiff all over, and every cell in him screamed to run away.

He didn't even dare to look at Fu Jiasen's face, he always felt like a heinous sinner; he also didn't have the courage to say hello to Fu Jiasen, no matter how he tried to avoid it, he was responsible.

"Chief Fu, long time no see." Chu Rong and the others naturally stepped forward to say hello, leaving Zhu Yuhan standing there alone, motionless.

His whole body seemed to be cast in molten iron, and he couldn't even lift a single finger.

Chu Rong took a look at Zhu Yuhan, and immediately stood in front of him, chatting with Fu Jiasen about some miscellaneous things, and reported the latest work by the way.

Fu Jiasen nodded slowly, raised his hand and gently stroked the raised hair on the back of his head.

"Chief Fu, why don't we go to the physics and chemistry room to visit, a dead body has just been brought here, and the smell is too strong."

Fu Jiasen just nodded mechanically, and obediently followed Chu Rong out of the dissection room.

Seeing Fu Jiasen's figure gradually leaving, Zhu Yuhan felt a little relaxed.

He sighed softly, raised his eyes, and met Hawthorne's scrutinizing eyes.

"You're so nervous, do you have a ghost in your heart?"

"It's a long story." Zhu Yuhan, who had been in a tense state just now, suddenly relaxed, and his legs softened and he sat on the ground directly.

"I can probably guess one or two." Hawthorne looked at the direction Fu Jiasen was leaving, and said thoughtfully.

"..."

"To be honest, it has something to do with the previous team leader of the serious crime team. Before I came here, I learned a little bit. Chief Fu is the father of the team leader. Later, because of the unfortunate death of his mother, the team leader Fu resigned in grief. job."

As he spoke, he glanced at Zhu Yuhan who was sitting on the ground:

"I heard that his mother died of cerebral hemorrhage? Then I can probably guess the reason." As he spoke, Hawthorne showed a knowing smile.

"To be honest, you and that Team Leader Fu must have some unusual relationship."

Zhu Yuhan glared at him: "Are you from Dunhuang?"

"no."

"Then why do you have so many murals. (forced words)"

"You can't swear."

Zhu Yuhan stood up and patted the ashes on his pants: "I'll go back to the police station first, how about you?"

"I went back too, nothing happened."

After saying hello to Forensic Doctor Wang, the two walked out of the institute in silence.

The rain was still falling, and the leaden gray clouds in the sky were thick and hard to melt. After this rain, the temperature finally dropped.

Zhu Yuhan stepped on the brake, looked at the completely blocked intersection in front of him, and simply pulled up the handbrake, watching the light rain outside the window in a very boring way.

"Actually, you don't have to feel guilty." In the silence, Hawthorne suddenly said this.

Zhu Yuhan naturally knew what he meant by "embarrassment", but the topic itself was embarrassing, so he simply refused to answer the conversation. If Hawthorne was sensible enough, he would obediently keep his mouth shut.

Facts have proved that Hawthorne is ignorant.

"In this relationship that is not accepted by the world, one party is destined to be hurt. You have to make a choice. This is unavoidable. What's more, your evasion will hurt both parties."

Zhu Yuhan didn't respond and ignored him.

"Speaking of which, there is one thing that I am very concerned about."

Seeing that Zhu Yuhan still didn't answer, he sat up straight and cleared his throat: "It's related to Team Leader Fu's mother, do you want to hear it?"

Now Zhu Yuhan can no longer pretend to be silent, he naturally wants to hear, and it is very, he wants to know, is Fu Huaiyu's mother really mad at Fu Huaiyu?He always felt that this matter was too unbelievable, a bit like a fantasy.

"The last time I had a physical examination in the hospital with my team members, two doctors just opposite were chatting. One of them said that just three or four months ago, an old lady with a cerebral hemorrhage was sent to the emergency department. In fact, after rescue, the old lady died that night. She was out of danger, but around ten o'clock the next morning, the old lady suffered a sudden cardiac arrest and died on the spot."

Zhu Yuhan was startled: "You mean, this old lady is Fu Huaiyu's mother?"

"I'm not sure about this, and I can't inquire about such things, and people won't tell me if I ask."

Zhu Yuhan thought for a long time in a daze, and then asked stupidly: "Then should I talk to Fu Huaiyu?"

Hawthorne squinted at him: "What do you say—"

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At noon, Chu Rong arrived as scheduled, and he never mentioned anything about Fu Jiasen, as if he had never seen this person before.

"What to eat."

"Anything is fine." Zhu Yuhan has never been picky about food.

The two found a Japanese food store, and the taste was okay, but the quantity was a bit small.

There are no customers around, and the biggest advantage of the Japanese grocery store is that you can smoke.

Chu Rong sat across from him, watching Zhu Yuhan take out the cigarette and place it skillfully, he couldn't help but smile.

"Why, you want to smoke too?" Zhu Yuhan handed over the cigarette.

Chu Rong shook his head: "No, just seeing the smoke, I remembered the thing I wanted to tell you."

Zhu Yuhan glanced at him: "What."

"Actually, Tong Si, Team Leader Huo and I went undercover for so many days. Now we all suspect that the king in this game of kings should be the boy named Fu Yuzhi."

"How to say."

"In the eyes of everyone, including us who saw him for the first time, they all think that he is a good boy with good character and learning, but in fact, if you really get along with him, you will find that he hides a lot of things, such as, He has strange feelings and even behaviors towards his younger brother, for example, he has the habit of smoking and his ears are pierced."

"Then you can't conclude that he is the king based on this alone."

"It's true that these are all our guesses before the criminal is brought to justice, but I have to say that Fu Yuzhi's suspicion is too great... When chatting with students before, I heard a girl in their class say that the two deceased, Su Heng and Yuan Ming, he had an improper relationship with Fu Yuxing, oh, Fu Yuzhi's younger brother, with this child."

Zhu Yuhan was stunned: "What is an improper relationship?"

Chu Rong moved closer to him and lowered his voice as much as possible: "Strong J."

"Ah? What? This is a bit too much information, I have to digest it."

Chu Rong shook his head: "As you can see, that boy Fu Yuxing is indeed very delicate, like a girl, so...you understand, some things are really hard to say."

Chu Rong said it very cryptically, but Zhu Yuhan probably understood it too.

A boy with a mild mental retardation, oh, add a prefix, a beautiful boy with a mild mental retardation, is likely to become the object of puberty boys, even though they are not gay, but they also enjoy this process very much kind of stimulus.

"Is the news reliable?"

"Really, the girl said that Fu Yuxing said it to herself, what kind of roommate pokes the butt, the butt hurts, that's probably what it means."

Zhu Yuhan once read such a sentence in a book:

"Sometimes, the campus is more cruel than the society, because here is a group of extremely destructive people who have no tolerance."

He either agrees or disagrees with this statement.

It is indeed hateful for those students who are neglected to discipline and finally become the scum of society, but behind the hate is the educational mechanism that makes the whole society have to reflect.

Nowadays, many parents and even teachers still regard "sex" as a scourge, lest they avoid it, but they ignore that this is a normal physiological process that should not be disputed. When a child reaches a certain age, his body's physiological functions are normal. Development, these things that cannot be learned from books or adults' precepts and deeds can only make them find another way.

Therefore, there must be a victim.

Thinking starts from the heart, but externalizes in form, and biased cognition will eventually lead to deviant behavior.

"Tomorrow, tomorrow I will call Fu Yuzhi to the police station for questioning."

The two of them went back to the research institute after dinner, and they saw the highly decomposed corpse. Even after being injected with a high concentration of carbon dioxide, the stench still lingered.