Criminal Investigation Files

The investigation of the case has entered the fourth day. They have found out the method of Chen Yanqiu's resurrection and a well-planned car accident, but they still know nothing about Chen Yanqiu's death.So far, no suspects have been identified.

In the morning, a few people met at the Municipal Bureau to discuss the progress. Song Wen made the next work arrangement: "Old Jia Fu Linjiang, you continue in your direction, Zhu Xiao, follow up with the Traffic Bureau." Then he turned his head and said Lu Siyu said, "Let's check downstream first, to meet the family members of the victims of the car accident. We already made an appointment with them yesterday. Let's go there around ten o'clock."

What can be confirmed now is that there is a problem with this car accident, and the problem is very big.If the real perpetrator of the car accident has no clues, they can only temporarily skip this link.At present, the family members of Zhao Youlan, who died in the car accident, can be directly contacted.

Nancheng is too big, with an area of ​​[-] square kilometers and a population of several million. The disappearance of a cleaner in the city is basically silent. Only when people see the rubbish on the side of the road will they think why there is no one. people clean.

The area that Zhao Youlan was responsible for cleaning was the section of Changshou Road in the west of Nancheng City.The total length is more than 1000 meters. There are tall sycamore trees on both sides of the road. It is the end of summer and the leaves are still green. If it comes to autumn, the streets are full of fallen leaves of sycamore trees. They have to be cleaned two to three times a day.

Every morning, this fast area is divided into two sections by a road. At the end of a section, there are several lively bars, and they party until three or four in the morning every night. It is a paradise for young people. On the other side of the road , but it is a few dilapidated buildings of the Republic of China.People have already gone to the empty building, passing here at night, it seems that there will be ghosts and spirits at any time.

Such two extreme places, just separated by a street, appeared in such a southern city, like hell and heaven.

While human beings pay for convenient transportation, they also pay for it. Compared with various death methods, car accidents are the most tragic and painful.It is also difficult to let go of what it brings to loved ones.

In the early morning of December 12 last year, sanitation worker Zhao Youlan was involved in a car accident and died on the spot after being dragged. She didn't even have the chance to go to the hospital for emergency treatment.

From those archives, we can see her biography. Zhao Youlan, female, 54 years old, with a junior high school education, was a female cleaner in the Nancheng Environmental Sanitation Bureau before her death.She is of ordinary height and appearance, passing by people, people will not even give her a second look, except for 'ordinary' Song Wen can't think of a second word to describe her, she is like thousands of thousands of people living in Nancheng Ordinary workers in China are ordinary, ordinary but hard-working.

Zhao Youlan's home is in Jianghuaishu Community, which is an old community.This place is not considered prosperous. Looking south from the community, you can see the South City Tower from a distance. Only at this time, people can feel that this place and those modern high-rise buildings are in the same city.

Song Wen could hardly remember the last time he came to such a place.Different from the elevator room with bright and clean windows in modern times, the windows of this old house are small and exquisite, as if the windows also take up the area, wishing to build a small "日" or "田" character.Separate people from people, family from family.

Zhao Youlan's wife is Zhang Congyun, who is a few years older than her and is 60 this year.He and Zhao Youlan's daughter, Zhang Lili, worked as cashiers in a supermarket. They divorced their husband two years ago. They have a daughter who happened to be on shift today and was also at home.She was also the one who contacted Zhu Xiao on the phone before.

As soon as Song Wen entered the door, he showed his identity.

The area of ​​this house is small, less than fifty square meters, mainly a living room and a bedroom.The living room is full of all kinds of garbage.The stools are old, the table is old, and there is a globe on the table, which is also old.Those furnishings are of different styles, some are Chinese style, some are European style, and some even have a bit of Southeast Asian style.

Seeing Song Wen and Lu Siyu sizing up those things, Zhang Lili curled her lips and said, "My mother picked them up back then. How many times have I told her not to pick them up, but she likes to turn the house into a garbage dump, and she likes to turn many things into rubbish dumps. He was reluctant to throw it away, he could only get in and out, and he always told me that some things looked inconspicuous, and when it was necessary, they couldn’t be kept properly.”

Having said that, Zhang Lili seemed to feel that Song Wen and the others might be mistaken, so she smiled awkwardly: "Now that people are gone, I am reluctant to throw them away. Don't say, some things are really good. It’s useful, once Niu Niu’s schoolbag was broken, I didn’t have time to sew it, and I didn’t have any suitable things at hand, so I took a large pin from my mother’s treasure box and fastened it on, and it fit.” Then she said Said, "I'll pour some water for you, my dad is old and a little deaf, talk to him louder."

After speaking, she got up to pour water, and left them sitting in the living room. The living room and the balcony here are connected together, and there is no sound insulation or heat insulation. You can even smell the neighbor's lunch.At the junction of the balcony and the living room, a double bed was placed, and many bottles and jars were placed on the floor.

There is a model of the South City Tower on the window sill, and the morning sunlight just shines on the tower, making the model more delicate.

Zhang Congyun was sitting by the bed right now, working with the light coming in from the narrow window.

Lu Siyu tilted his head and found that he was repairing a bench.It is better to say it is to repair than to do it. He will use two old benches to piece together a small stool.The old man's hands are a little rough, but very dexterous.

Song Wen was thinking about how to speak, Zhang Congyun raised his eyes from behind his reading glasses and scanned them, his eyes were a little wary: "Lili just said, you are the police? What are you doing here today?"

Song Wendao: "Hi uncle, um, about your wife's car accident half a year ago, we have some questions to check."

The old man raised his head, seemed to be thinking about it, and asked, "Have you found my wife's cleaning car?"

Song Wen explained to him patiently: "To clean the car, you have to ask the traffic police in charge. We are criminal police."

The old man's mouth was bulging, and he didn't know what was stuffed in it. He said inarticulately, "We paid the Environmental Sanitation Bureau 280 yuan for that car." Then he vomited something out, and Lu Siyu found his mouth What is contained in it is a nail.

Song Wen tried to explain the case clearly: "This time we found a deceased person, which may be related to the car accident half a year ago, and there may be other secrets behind that car accident, so we came here to find out about the situation."

The old man lowered his head and continued to study the broken stool in his hand, and measured it with a ruler: "What's the secret? People are dead, can they still be alive?"

Naturally, a dead person cannot be brought back to life. Song Wen was a little embarrassed: "We are not talking about the secrets of that aspect. The driver provided by the traffic police at that time may not be the one who killed your wife."

The old man frowned and raised his head, and said vaguely: "Ah? The traffic police said that the perpetrator died long ago?"

Song Wen was thinking about how to explain to him the twists and turns: "It wasn't the perpetrator who died at the time, and the perpetrator might be helping others to take the blame..." When he said the words, he felt It's a little wrong, this is like a tongue twister, Song Wen can only make up for it, "We are still investigating the details."

The old man lowered his head and seemed to give up understanding: "Oh, I'm so dizzy. What does this have to do with us?"

Song Wen coughed lightly, but he was stopped by the question. Chen Yanqiu's death did not seem to have much to do with them. He might not be the direct murderer who killed Zhao Youlan, but just a top-notch person who was fascinated by ghosts for a while.He continued to ask: "Then what else do you know about the car accident? You can tell us anything you think of."

The old man said: "It's been so long, I don't remember."

Song Wen took out a photo of Chen Yanqiu and put it on the table: "Have you seen this person?"

The old man didn't look up: "I haven't seen it."

Then he spat out another nail from his mouth and began to hammer it into the chair.

While speaking, Zhang Lili brought over several cups. The cups were like other furniture in the house. The four cups had different shapes, and one of them had a gap.Seeing this situation, Lu Siyu had no intention of extending his hand at all, and Song Wen also said: "Thank you." He took the cup that Zhang Lili handed over and put it aside.

Zhang Lili took the broken cup by herself, sat on the stool beside her, and lowered her head nervously.

From the side came the bang bang sound of the old man nailing the stool, and the sound was quite rhythmic.Song Wen briefly described the case to Zhang Lili, and began to ask about the specific circumstances of the car accident.

Lu Siyu opened the notebook next to him, raised his head from his angle, and saw a photo of Zhao Youlan, which happened to be the Nancheng Tower in the background. He was a little curious about the photo, and asked while the two were chatting: "Which photo is that?" When was the photo taken?"

Zhang Lili looked at it and said: "It was taken by my mother when she was young. At that time, the Nancheng Tower was just built, and tourists were not allowed to visit, so she took such a photo under the tower. I am ashamed to say it. My mother always wanted I went there to have a look, and felt that if I didn’t go to the Nancheng Tower, I wasn’t a real Nancheng person, but every time I went there, I missed it for various reasons, and she didn’t make it to that tower in the end.”

In the eyes of outsiders like Zhao Youlan, that pagoda was a symbol of the city, and it seemed that if she had never climbed it, she would not be accepted until she died, which became a pity.

Song Wen coughed lightly and began to ask: "Did Auntie go to work that morning as usual?"

Zhang Lili looked away and nodded: "...Yes, my mother went there a little earlier that day, and left at around 40:[-]. I was quarreled by her in the middle of the night. She said a long time ago that she wanted to come back to participate in my daughter's School activities. Niuniu practiced dancing for two months and wanted to show it to grandma, but unexpectedly..."

"What time did you receive the call?"

"Probably before five o'clock in the morning. The call came from the police, and the person was sent directly to the hospital. He was already out of breath. The traffic police at that time said that they had never seen someone dragged so badly..."

"Was it the other company who came forward at that time?"

"Yes, it was said that the driver of the company hit someone and ran away. A person in charge of the company came to discuss the compensation plan with us. The people there were very polite. Later, the traffic bureau told us that the driver died of illness... ..."

"Did you believe what the other party said at that time? It's just... didn't you think there was a problem?"

"Of course there is a problem. How can it be such a coincidence? If you don't die sooner or later, you will die if you hit my mother to death? I said at that time that there was a problem..."

Just as Zhang Lili was saying this, Zhang Congyun suddenly stood up and said impatiently, "What kind of an afterthought is it now? People are gone, so what is there to say?"

After Song Wen heard this, he was about to explain a few words, but Lu Siyu at the side tugged at his sleeve, motioning not to interrupt.

Zhang Lili seemed to be on fire all of a sudden, she stood up and said: "There is nothing to say, my mother died so unclearly, and the driver who caused the accident didn't know who it was, so you just took the money from others and agreed to do it privately." It’s over! Did you ask me when you signed the contract? Now that the police came to investigate again, if you don’t let me tell you, you don’t want to know who killed my mother?”

The old man asked her back: "So what can I do if I know? This matter has long been over. It's over! It's been half a year!"

Zhang Lili said: "At least I understand clearly in my heart that I haven't even seen that bastard's face. If I did, if I did..."

The old man snorted and yelled at her: "Did you see it? What do you want?"

Zhang Lili bit her lip and stared at her biological father fiercely. She couldn't help it for two seconds, and then she burst into tears: "There is a wrong and a debtor, at least I have to listen to him apologize to my mother. Kowtow in front of my mother's grave."

The old man snorted, "There's a fart for that."

Zhang Lili poked her neck and said, "Anyway, it's a good thing that the police are here now. I don't know who is the real culprit. I just can't swallow this breath!"

The old man stared at her and said, "Do you know what it means to be unable to hold your breath?"

"At least I can read it to my mother when I burn the paper! My mother has served you for decades for nothing, and you haven't been sad when she died..." Zhang Lili couldn't help but shed tears. In the past, even if her family was poor, she I never felt that there was anything missing in the family, but during the period after my mother died, her father seemed to be a different person.

She had already lost her mother, but Zhang Lili's pain was aggravated by her father's indifference. Today, she kept these words in her heart for too long, "Dad,... I was always bullied by my classmates when I was young, and my mother was a street sweeper. Yes, didn't you tell me at that time that as long as you stand upright, there is nothing to be guilty of, you have to stand up straight, we will not lose to anyone, we will not take the initiative to bully others, but we want to seek justice, now your age When I grow up, have you forgotten all those things you taught me? You really...really let me down."