Criminal Investigation Files

Ten minutes later, at the 10-7 convenience store not far from the community, Song Wen brought the heated food to the opposite side of Lu Siyu, and he ordered an oden by the way, which made the food in front of him look like Not so shabby.

Lu Siyu, who is a hot eater, not only did not get the clerk's disdain and eyes, but also gave him a priority. Song Wen once again realized clearly that the face can really be eaten.

The two sat at the table in the convenience store. The way Lu Siyu opened the lunch box had a sense of ceremony. The lunch box was gorgeous and insulated, and he arranged them in a line from left to right in the four grids on the top. Neatly, then took out the rice, put it in front of him, and took out the chopsticks from it, and then he was ready to serve.

Seeing Song Wen's eyes always glanced over inadvertently, Lu Siyu graciously pushed his lunch box forward. What he made today were fried squid in sauce, eel with garlic, chicken meatballs with mushrooms and a side dish. A serving of stir-fried choy sum.

The four dishes are a combination of meat and vegetables, and they are delicious in color, fragrance and taste. When the food is placed in front of him, Song Wen doesn't notice it, and stretches out his chopsticks to pick up a piece.He chewed the eel, and the bones inside were a little bit reluctant to vomit.

Song Wen looked at Lu Siyu while eating, thinking how could someone be so good-looking, and how could someone cook so deliciously?I couldn't help asking, "Actually, you didn't study in a police academy, did you?"

Lu Siyu looked at him, a little confused.

Song Wen smiled and said, "I think your craftsmanship is more authentic than New Oriental's chefs."

After listening to the bad joke, the corner of Lu Siyu's mouth also twitched into a smile. It was just a slight twitch of the corner of the mouth, but it made his cold eyes and eyebrows a little angry.Song Wen suddenly remembered the emotional apathy that Zhou Yining mentioned to him before, and now that he got in touch with him, he felt that Lu Siyu fit the characteristics of this disease. As for the others, I don't know if Dr. Zhou thought too much.

The food in front of him quickly passed half, and after eating something to fill his stomach, Lu Siyu returned to his usual indifference, and asked Song Wen in a low voice, "Do you still doubt love?"

Song Wen was also about to analyze the case: "I doubted her at first, but now, I don't doubt her much anymore."

"Because the time is not right?" Lu Siyu raised his head and asked him.

Song Wen shook his head: "No, not having time to commit crimes is only one aspect, and it's also because she is left-handed."

Lu Siyu also saw just now that Zhong Qing used his left hand to hold water and open doors.He didn't comment on this, but looked up at Song Wen.

Song Wen continued to analyze: "She hates Lin Zhenghua, but I don't think she will kill her husband. Besides, Zhongqing's height doesn't match. Lin Zhenghua is about 1.7 meters three, and there is a difference of ten centimeters between the two. If they are standing, it is very difficult. It is difficult to penetrate directly from that angle, the murder incident is not yet a break, if it is in other positions, considering the disparity in physical strength, it is difficult for her to not have any scars and signs of fighting..."

Lu Siyu tilted his head and listened a little fascinated. His chopsticks were held high, which made his fingers slender. His joints were distinct and white enough to be transparent. His movements and expressions while eating reminded Song Wen of the one at his friend's house for some reason. A cat of noble blood, such a person sat across from him, which made him become more cautious, and no longer dared to gobble it up.

While thinking about it, Song Wen picked up a chicken meatball and put it in his mouth. The meatball was minced with chicken, and some mushrooms were added. The aroma melted into the meat, and the outside was fried again. Bite, the chicken scatter with its juices, it is extremely tender, but he didn't care to appreciate the food, frowned slightly, and said to himself: "There is still something wrong."

"What do you think is the problem?" Lu Siyu asked in a deep voice, his voice was very soft and low.

"I'm a little confused now. In the past, I thought she was the most suspect, and I haven't completely ruled her out until now, but I always feel that there are some things that don't make sense." Song Wen couldn't tell where his current feeling came from. .Murder motive, method, weapon, time, place... These factors cannot be restored.The more he tried to understand everything, the more he felt disorganized, and his thinking seemed to be in a dead end, and he couldn't get out for a while.

Song Wen took out his mobile phone while talking, opened the search page, and entered the word "same wife".

The identity of the same wife is accompanied by depression, mental coldness and violence, and is also a high-risk group for AIDS.In this regard, the relevant laws are blank, divorce is very difficult, women are threatened with violence, and it is difficult to obtain financial compensation.At present, the number of same-sex wives in China is more than 1600 million.

Song Wen thought for a while, and opened the post bar again. There are obviously many such women gathered in the same wife bar.This post bar has been reported and closed several times, and it has also struggled to open several times.

"Should I get a divorce? It's so tortured..."

"I found out that my husband was gay after I got married and had children."

"I ask everyone to identify, am I being cheated?"

"We can only complain here, there is no way to attract attention?"

In the post bar, there are desperate cries of women one by one. They seem to be trapped in a quagmire, threatened and dragged down.The husband who was supposed to be their reliance turned into a devil, turning their life into an endless hell.They gathered here, using the Internet as a port for catharsis, and many people seemed to come and leave helplessly.Life is one's own, knowing one's own well-being, without a good solution, torture becomes a soft knife for killing.

Most of the same wives have been subjected to domestic violence by their husbands, and those men beat them with fists and fists, both soft and hard.If the same wife wants to divorce, not only will they not be compensated, but their personal income will also be taken away, and they will even be burdened with inexplicable debts.Those men have all kinds of tricks, and some even use the reason of mediation to delay the date of divorce again and again.

At present, among the Marriage Law and other laws, none of them think about this.This makes it impossible for these women to get out, let alone obtain any compensation.

They are confused, tolerant, helpless, lonely, and become victims of a marriage.

What Zhong Qing said is right, there is no one to talk to in their lives, people will look at homosexuality with colored glasses, and even look at same-sex wives with contempt, for many people, divorce is a luxury.Song Wen flipped through some pages, and the more he scrolled down, the more indignant he was. He put the phone on the table and said, "I really don't understand those married homosexuals. If you don't love that person, what's the point of marriage? The marriage certificate traps the other party and traps myself."

Lu Siyu glanced at him: "It's only some men who cheat on marriages. These people choose to cheat women, and it has nothing to do with their sexual orientation. In other words, even if these people don't like the same sex, they also like the opposite sex. Little San, I won't treat my wife kindly." Under the sunlight, Lu Siyu's pupils showed an amber color, crystal clear, and when he saw Song Wen looking at him, he suddenly looked like a snail whose tentacles had been touched. He lowered his head coldly and stopped talking.

"Maybe there are other clues in the bureau, let's go back and have a look later." To avoid embarrassment, Song Wen ended this topic and cleaned up the trash on the table.

"Wait for me, I'll buy some other things." After Lu Siyu finished speaking, he went to the hot drink cabinet on the side to get a bottle of hot drink, then wandered to the corner of the convenience store, where there was a bookshelf with some Bestsellers and recent magazines, he stood aside and glanced at them, took a few books and paid the bill.

Song Wen glanced at them, they were some novels by Keigo Higashino, "Do you like to read mystery novels?" He asked casually.

"I don't watch it very often, I happened to see it today." Lu Siyu replied lightly, "It's almost time for lunch break, let's go back to the bureau."

Song Wen nodded, and the two drove the police car all the way back to the police station.This morning, the bureau also made a lot of progress.As soon as he entered the police station, Zhu Xiao excitedly reported: "Captain Song, the person who lived with Lin Zhenghua has been found, and his fingerprints match. This person is a bartender named Ma Minghui, Lao Jia and Deputy Huang The team is going to pick up people, and they should be there in a while."

"What about other progress?" Song Wen asked again, "The forensic report, physical evidence, and further details of the victim have all been compiled."

"Is the phone information summarized?"

"Recent communication records, important messages are summarized."

"Check again to see if the victim has any recent large transfer records. By the way, Ma Minghui also got a copy."

"Okay, I will coordinate with the bank to transfer."

Song Wen sat in his seat and began to look through the materials. Most of the materials were summaries, summarizing various situations, and did not promote the case much.After seeing Zhong Qing in the morning, Song Wen's mind seemed to be tied in a knot, and it was always a little unreasonable, leaving him with a headache. He wanted to change his mind, and when he looked up, he saw Lu Siyu sitting next to him In the meantime, he turned the meeting minutes recorded in the notebook into documents with a serious expression.

From Song Wen's angle, he could just see Lu Siyu's computer screen through the reflection of the partition glass. The more he looked at it, the more he frowned. He stood up, walked behind Lu Siyu and pointed to some of the records. : "Hey, you have recorded this question about homosexuality, it's too detailed, delete it."

Lu Siyu was not wary of Song Wen suddenly coming behind him, stopped typing on the keyboard, and looked up at him: "I think Doctor Lin's words are quite good."

It was only then that Song Wen realized that he was standing a little close, so bent over his body. As soon as Lu Siyu raised his head, he could smell a faint smell from him. When the man raised his eyes, his long eyelashes blinked, and his black eyes contained Flooding water, like a whirlpool, is both mysterious and alluring.

Being watched by Lu Siyu, Song Wen felt his heart beating suddenly, and hurriedly took half a step back.Lu Siyu was completely ignorant of these things, and stuck out the tip of his tongue to lick his thin lips innocently, and the light-colored lips were suddenly stained with water, making them look even more alluring.

Song Wen coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment and said, "You expect Ju Ju and those old scholars who are reviewing to understand this? Simply record what is related to this case, and don't add extra details."

There are many things in it that cannot be described in detail, and they cannot be seen in light of them. If someone good will report this case to the media, and add some eye-catching words such as homosexuality being dismembered, there will be a lot of trouble.

Some things, even if they know about them, they cannot be changed by sitting in their position, they can only record relatively objective facts.

Lu Siyu hummed, as if he understood, stretched out a finger and pressed the delete button, and deleted a few sentences of detailed explanation, and then deleted it forward, and a piece of paper became clean.

"Hey! The other ones are pretty good, why did you delete them?" Song Wen felt sorry for the half-page meeting minutes.

But Lu Siyu didn't care at all: "It's okay, I'll organize my thoughts again, so that the writing is more coherent, and I can give it to you later."