Criminal Investigation Files

Song Wen and Lu Siyu returned to the office and told several team members what Chen Sixue said, but skipped the part where she healed her eyes.

Fu Linjiang lowered his head to digest the information Song Wen said, and organized his thoughts: "The current case is progressing, that is to say, the real Chen Yanqiu took away Zhang Rui's mobile phone and ID. He has lived for more than a month since New Year's Day Later, he was killed by someone, and his body was thrown into a chemical plant. Chen Yanqiu... this person is terminally ill, right? He also has a younger sister, so why would he do this?"

Song Wendao: "His behavior like this should be related to his previous 'part-time job'. Now we don't know what the specific content of his part-time job is."

"What else? It must be something illegal and criminal." Lao Jia said, "The kid got scared after he finished his work, so he changed his identity and that of his roommate, pretending that he was dead."

Song Wen didn't know how to analyze the behavior of the deceased for a while.He looked up at Lu Siyu. Lu Siyu was biting his nails, thinking very intently. After a while, he said four words: "The golden cicada escapes its shell."

After the two exchanged their identities, Chen Yanqiu must have done something with Zhang Rui's identity during the one to two months, and he hoped that others would think he was dead.

Song Wen asked Zhu Xiao again: "How is your social investigation on the deceased Chen Yanqiu going?"

Zhu Xiao took out several stacks of documents: "All the information I found is here." He hesitated and said, "How should I put it... This person is a good person."

Seeing the puzzled expressions on the faces of the crowd, Zhu Xiao explained.

"No matter where I call, as long as I ask this person, I always get this evaluation. Then they feel sympathy and regret for his illness and death."

Zhu Xiao further concretized the incident: "This person has always been excellent in character and learning. He was a three-good student in elementary school, and he won a certificate of merit. In junior high school, he was a moral model of all kinds. When I arrived at the university, I was the chairman of the student union of their class."

"Shortly after graduating from university, he has spent more time as a volunteer than many old volunteers who have worked for several years. Before he got sick, he had donated blood 5 times. Even when he got sick, he was positive and optimistic. In the mutual aid association, he used his example to encourage other patients, and often let them live in the basement he rented for free. When he was rich, he would lend money to the patients who were in difficulty, and he would take the initiative to help them. All patients, doctors , the nurses, all commented that he is a gentle, kind, and understanding person..."

Zhu Xiao sighed, "To be honest, if it weren't for all kinds of data and evidence in front of me, I would doubt that there are such people in the world..."

After hearing his words, everyone was silent for a while.

God is unfair, such a young man is terminally ill...

No one knows what happened to the last hours of his life.Why did he die in the end?

Looking further down, all kinds of data and analysis can't help them much. After Chen Yanqiu transformed into Zhang Rui, he only sent a few text messages. Those text messages were to prove Zhang Rui's survival, and Chen Yanqiu was covering up The truth that Zhang Rui has died.

Under the pretense of a friend, a "dead" person quietly mixed into human society...

He didn't use his bank card anymore, and he may have stayed in a small hotel or rented a house, but there is no record left.

The young man, cut off from all communication, made the last two months of his life a mystery with his own hands.

Song Wen gave the Q group number to Zhu Xiao. There are still more than 200 people in the group. Through various information, Zhu Xiao quickly identified the numbers that Zhang Rui and Chen Yanqiu used. Although they have passed away, their The numbers are still in the group and have not been kicked out for a while.

If you want to get more information, entering the Q group is undoubtedly the fastest way.

Song Wen asked: "Can you decipher their numbers and log in to see the situation in the group?"

Zhu Xiaodao: "There shouldn't be any problem. I'll apply right away. By the way, can I check the past records in the group, but it will take some time."

"It's best to retrieve it together." Song Wen thought for a while and said, "But these people are very cautious, and the details about part-time jobs may not be revealed on the Internet. You should first find out all the information you can find."

After Song Wen arranged the work here, he turned around and saw Lu Siyu standing in front of the whiteboard in the office, staring intently at the materials pasted on the board.

With the confirmation of Chen Yanqiu's identity, they now know more and more information.

When Zhang Rui died, the forensic doctor also conducted an on-site inspection and took a few photos, but it was treated as a death at that time, so it was not very detailed.

Lu Siyu lowered his head and stared intently at a few photos of the scene. They were left over from the previous disposal of the corpse in the basement. The corpse in the photos had decayed long ago, and his face was completely unrecognizable, but it could be seen that it was a man in winter clothes.

There are also a few photos taken of the indoor environment, which are two dark basements, only the south side has a row of small ventilation windows. In such an environment, the sun may not be seen all day, and the basement is very dark. Messy, all kinds of furniture are old.Through the photos, you can smell the musty smell in the basement.

Lu Siyu's fingertips lingered on a photo for a while. It was a small desk with paper and pens on it. Above the desk were two rows of bookshelves. Zhang Rui's education level was not high, and the bookshelves were obviously Chen Yanqiu's, it can be seen that he prefers philosophy and travel books.

There is no kitchen in the house, but there is a small operating table with a dilapidated rice cooker, a microwave oven, a chopping board standing beside it, and a simple knife holder.

"It seems that a fruit knife is missing from the knife rack." Lu Siyu pushed the photo to Song Wen, and there was an empty seat next to the kitchen knife.

Song Wen thought of something: "Lin Xiuran's previous forensic report stated that Chen Yanqiu... was the lethal weapon of that mummy. It seemed to be a knife about fifteen centimeters long, but it was somewhat similar to this fruit knife..." Then he Shaking his head again, he denied his thoughts, "This kind of knife is too common, even if it is similar, it can't prove anything."

Although some progress had been made in confirming the identity of the victim, the next action had to wait for the results of the next investigation. Song Wen and Lu Siyu were half an hour late, so they left work on time.

After entering the door, Lu Siyu walked a few steps and fell down on the sofa. The aftereffects of the reduction in the dose of medicine have completely come out. He only slept for a few hours yesterday, and his mind was like a paste. After a busy day , Lu Siyu felt that every cell was overloaded, and he didn't want to move.

Song Wen could tell that he was not feeling well, but he gritted his teeth and said nothing, walked over to him and asked, "How about I make dinner?"

Lu Siyu raised his eyes to look at him: "Captain Song, don't make trouble, I still want to have a good meal."

Song Wendao: "Okay then, I'll help you, you teach me." Lu Siyu couldn't see it himself, but he could sense that the man's face was abnormally pale, even the color of his lips had turned pale.

Lu Siyu thought about it for a while, but he really didn't have the strength to get up. He moved his fingers and compromised: "Then, let's cook the porridge..." After finishing speaking, he curled up on the sofa, feeling thick from inside to outside. Strong tiredness.He vomited all the food he ate in the morning, and he didn't eat much at noon. He should be hungry now, but his stomach was empty, and he didn't feel anything, as if the organ had long since ceased to be his own.

Song Wen put the rice in the rice cooker, thinking not to be too foolish, and made two more dishes.After he finished setting things up, he came over to greet Lu Siyu.

Lu Siyu still had his eyes closed, but he was obviously still awake, as if he had no bones, Song Wen gently shook him: "No, you have to eat something before going to sleep."

Lu Siyu's face was pale, his eyes could not be opened, and his voice was crying, like a child coquettishly: "Officer Song, I feel uncomfortable, I have a headache... Let me sleep for a while... Don't touch me..."

Lu Siyu's voice was almost begging, and he called Officer Song again. Song Wen was taken aback, straightened up, and went to feel his pulse with his hand, fearing that his body would be too weak and cause shock.Lu Siyu brushed off his hand: "It's really fine, I'm just...a little tired, let me rest for a while..."

At this moment, the little wolf raised his ears, leaned over, and licked Lu Siyu's hand whiningly.

Song Wen saw that Lu Siyu was indeed breathing steadily, but he was very weak. He stretched out his hand to pull the dog away, made a silent movement towards it, then hesitated, and instead of hugging Lu Siyu up, he He took a thin quilt from upstairs, covered him, and then sat on the sofa beside him.

Lu Siyu was in a daze for a long time, feeling as if he had sunk somewhere, with all kinds of voices and people surrounding him.For a while, it seemed like he was in a dark cabinet, and his brother stuffed him in, and he said to him: "Don't make a sound, don't make a sound."; Zhang Yihe couldn't hear what he said at all; for a while, he seemed to be sitting in the forensic room, facing a corpse.

This is purely a self-protection mechanism activated by the body when it has reached its limit.Lu Siyu seemed to have fallen asleep for a while, the pain in his head was relieved, and then he woke up from hunger.

Lu Siyu struggled hard. He felt that Song Wen might be right. If he went to bed after dinner, he might not wake up from hunger.

Song Wen found that he was awake and turned to look at him.

Lu Siyu opened his eyes, the eye circles were still red, like a cat just waking up, he adjusted to the lighting in the room, and asked, "What time is it?"

Song Wendao: "After two o'clock, you slept for almost five hours."

Lu Siyu only thought it was a short while, but he didn't expect it to be so long, he got up and said, "I'm much better, and you haven't slept all this time?"

Song Wen got up and put the dishes in the microwave: "I'm waiting for you to eat."

Lu Siyu looked up, the tableware was the same as when he fell asleep, not moving at all, he sat up with his hands on his forehead, and said anxiously: "You idiot, what are you waiting for me..."

Lu Siyu was a little worried that Song Wen was hungry and sleepy, and he was a little indiscriminate in his words. After he finished speaking, he was a little embarrassed, so he covered his face and reflected.

Song Wen didn't mind too much, but he still retorted: "Uh, don't talk about your immediate leader like that, I also ate two packs of bread and a box of potato chips. And it's not all because of waiting for you, I'm squatting for clues on the Internet. "

Lu Siyu still had no strength all over his body, but his mind turned: "Do you have a clue?"

Song Wendao: "I finally entered that terminally ill group."