monologue

Xia Ci and Chu Xingmu interrogated Zheng Shan overnight. Han Yang has been working overtime since the twelve severed hands were brought back. He spent more than a day comparing the samples of the twelve severed hands, and finally confirmed that Regarding the identity of the deceased with five hands, he still needs time to compare the remaining five hands.

Xia Ci asked Lang Lang and Ji Qiao to watch Jiao Feng, while he and Chu Xingmu personally interrogated Zheng Shan.

Xia resigned from the psychology department to find Chaihu, and Chaihu came over in the afternoon. She didn't enter the interrogation room, but just watched outside for a while. Psychological problems are much more obvious, so it is very likely that Zheng Shan suffers from schizophrenia.

If Xia Ci and Chu Xingmu can't find anything in the interrogation, or Zheng Shan falls ill halfway, then he must be sent to a mental hospital for psychiatric appraisal and treatment. It is not a good thing for them to confirm whether Zheng Shan is a mental patient, Chu Xing Of course, Mu would not let Zheng Shan go out so easily. The severed hand found from Zheng Shan's house is enough to show the danger of this person. Whether he is mentally ill or not, it is too dangerous for this person to stay outside.

They also need to investigate whether these severed hands are living or dead.

Xia Ci brought Chu Xingmu a glass of water. Chu Xingmu sat at the large table and stared at Zheng Shan. Zheng Shan closed his eyes and did not speak.

Chu Xingmu turned to Xia Ci and said, "Turn off the monitoring."

Xia Ci did not move. Last time, it was because Chu Xingmu turned off the monitoring and used "tricks" that the criminal suspect confessed, but what followed was a complaint. For this reason, Li Yaomin apologized and asked Chu Xingmu to write a three-year A thousand-word review.

"Another way? I brought Han Yang's appraisal report here." Xia Ci put five appraisal reports in front of Chu Xingmu. The five reports were superimposed together, and they were very thick. These were the five deceased. Identity certificates, and the other five are still under verification and comparison.

"If you don't open your mouth, then listen to us." Xia Ci opened the top document. Perhaps because of the late night, the interrogation room was so quiet that only the sound of electricity could be heard. Xia Ci's voice echoed in the interrogation room. In the interrogation room, he frowned.

Lang Lang and Bai Yao were sitting at the desk. Bai Yao was writing in her diary. The case had reached the trial stage. They had almost done the investigation. Because of being reprimanded by Chu Xingmu during the day, Bai Yao was in a low mood all afternoon. , the main reason is still on her own, she thinks that she thinks of the criminal police team too simply, thinking that they are just investigating cases and catching criminal suspects.

Bai Yao stopped writing, raised her head and asked Lang Lang, "Sister Lang, that Zheng Shan..."

"What's your idea?" Lang Lang put down the materials and asked rhetorically.

Bai Yao thought for a while, and said with some uncertainty: "Very angry and powerless, whether it is Hu Hanying, Jiao Feng or Zheng Shan, they seem to be no longer human, especially when I have personally experienced the whole story of a case. Neither the dead nor the murderer deserves forgiveness."

"I started out as a policeman in a local police station. Later, I was on patrol with Master. He was stabbed in the heart by a fugitive. I watched him die in front of me. If there is no accident, The next day he will be able to go home to accompany his wife, because he is going to retire." Lang Lang suddenly talked about his previous experience, "So then I took the criminal police examination, and what I learned in school is far from what I have now. Real and powerless, many criminals can only be understood by you if you get in touch with them personally."

Accident and deliberation are both a thought, no matter what, the final result will be tragic.

Lang Lang stood up, and when he passed by Bai Yao, he patted her shoulder lightly. Bai Yao looked at Lang Lang thoughtfully, every policeman had a boulder on his shoulders, some were lives, some were regrets , some self-blame, some responsibility, some fear, and some powerlessness.

The criminal investigation team collectively worked overtime until dawn. Xia Ci and Chu Xingmu spent the whole night confronting and circling with Zheng Shan, and finally pried something out of Zheng Shan's mouth.

Chu Xingmu walked to the door of the office and took out his mobile phone. After some operations, a passionate radio gymnastics music rang. He walked from one end of the office to the other with his mobile phone, and waited for Qi Shaocheng to wake up. Only after that it was turned off.

"Wake up and have breakfast!" Chu Xingmu yelled, and the people sleeping on the desk got up one after another.

As soon as Qi Shaocheng opened his mouth, he asked, "Where's breakfast? Why didn't I smell it?"

"Eat and eat, you know what to eat. Are you fattening up in summer and waiting for the New Year?" Chu Xingmu slapped his backhand, and Qi Shaocheng quickly avoided, "If you want to eat, go buy it yourself!"

Zhao Chen stretched his waist, yawned and asked, "Have you left?"

"It's gone, it's not gone." Xia Ci threw the transcript on the table and turned around.

Bai Yao didn't know, so she said, "Is it put down or not?"

"He admitted that Hu Hanying's hand was cut off by him, but he still denied the others, saying that he did have those thoughts, but he didn't do it himself."

"Not me? Who did it? A gang committed the crime?"

"He said that there are three people who give him advice in his ears every day. One plans how to cut off his hand, one makes him a normal person, and the other is the murderer." Xia Ci poured himself a glass of water.

"Huh?" Several people were confused, "Does he have schizophrenia?"

"It's obvious, but there's a cloak of mental illness in his words, and it's not easy to draw conclusions right now."

"Chai Hu has already contacted the doctor in the mental hospital, and today he will give Zheng Shan a psychiatric appraisal. Zhao Chen and Jiang Qingshan went to see him and brought a few more people. Bai Yao, Lang Lang, and Lao Qi, you all go to cut off your hands. If you have any questions, the address information has been sent to your mailbox." Xia Ci arranged his work schedule for the day with his bloodshot eyes open.

Chu Xingmu took out a bottle of eye drops from the drawer and threw it to Xia Ci, who held the cup and caught the eye drops with one hand.

Chu Xingmu turned around and said, "Why are you standing there? Act now!"

Qi Shaocheng muttered while taking things: "Haven't had breakfast yet."

"You want me to feed you? I told you that I have fed Chu Daha since I grew up. Do you want me to feed you? Do you believe that Chu Daha killed you?" Chu Xingmu glared at Qi Shaocheng, Qi Shaocheng shrank his neck. In the bureau, especially in this office, Chu Daha in Chu Xingmu's mouth has always been a negative example.

Xia Ci and Chu Xingmu stayed up all night without closing their eyes, and they had to continue investigating the case at dawn, just as Chu Xingmu was about to rest in the office for a while, Tang Zhe rushed up from downstairs, panting and said: "Captain Chu! That Suai is dead!"

Chu Xingmu, whose buttocks hadn't touched the chair, and other people in the office fell silent.

Misled by Wen Xiangqin, Chu Xingmu asked Tang Zhe to keep an eye on Wen Ti at first. After Wen Ti came to the Public Security Bureau to prove his innocence, Chu Xingmu released Wen Ti from surveillance. Huang Qing and a man named Su Ai were found before. Because there was no time for the interrogation of Zheng Shan, he asked Tang Zhe to watch Su Ai first, but yesterday he called Tang Zhe back because of insufficient manpower.

After five o'clock in the morning, Tang Zhe, who was also working overtime in the office, planned to continue to watch Su Ai, but he received a call as soon as he walked out of the office lobby. The person who called the police was Wen Ti, and the deceased was Su Ai. He ran back to the office at the fastest speed in his life and reported to Chu Xingmu.

"Other people are on a mission, Tang Zhe, follow me!" Chu Xingmu lost his joking tone before, Tang Zhe picked up his equipment and followed Chu Xingmu out in a hurry.

In the lobby of the service center, Wen Ti was sitting on the blue stool in the corner, playing with his mobile phone seriously. Suddenly, he felt a shadow above his head. When Wen Ti looked up, he saw Chu Xingmu standing in front of him, condescending look at him.

Wen Ti turned off her phone, then smiled and said, "Captain Chu, don't act like you want to eat me, I didn't kill anyone."

Wen Ti sat up straight, and then stood up. He was half a head shorter than Chu Xingmu, but he was calm and did not feel uneasy because of Chu Xingmu's height.

Twenty minutes later, Wen Ti, Tang Zhe, and Chu Xingmu appeared together on the road to Su Ai's house.

After Wen Ti woke up in the morning, she saw a text message from someone on her mobile phone. After clicking on it, she found that it was from Su Ai. It said: I am dead, call the police.

So Wen Ti came to the Public Security Bureau to call the police. He guessed that something bad happened to Su Ai, because it was a timed text message.

Su Ai's home is in a community near the Jin'an Ballroom. She is a dancer in the Jin'an Ballroom. Apart from that, Chu Xingmu has not gotten any useful information for the time being, because he hasn't had time to check it yet.

When Chu Xingmu went to Su Ai's house, passers-by frequently cast their eyes on the three of them. Wen Ti paid great attention to appearance, and her hair, clothes, and leather shoes were meticulous. Looking at Tang Zhe and Chu Xingmu, one was a young male college student, and the other was a The sloppy middle-aged uncle took a few steps and Chu Xingmu understood what those people were looking at.

So he turned his head and looked at Wen Ti, from head to toe, thinking why his dressing style and hairstyle are British style, Wen Ti noticed Chu Xingmu's gaze, and said: "I just received it this morning. Text message, I was at home all the time before, Wen Xiangqin can testify."

Chu Xingmu didn't intend to ask at first, but when Wen Ti said that, Chu Xingmu immediately changed his expression.

Wen Ti stopped and watched the angry Chu Xingmu lead Tang Zhe into the community with big strides. Wen Ti put her hands in her pockets, the corners of her mouth raised, and a faint smile spread on his face, as if something had succeeded .

Chu Xingmu took the elevator up to the 8th floor. The door of Su Ai’s house was open, and there were already policemen investigating the scene. Chu Xingmu waved, and the young policeman standing at the door ran over and asked, “Captain Chu, what’s wrong?” gone?"

"You go to the monitoring room now, the sooner the better." Chu Xingmu said.

The young policeman went downstairs, Chu Xingmu stepped into the room, and Tang Zhe followed.

The size of two rooms and one living room, there are people surveying and collecting clues in several rooms, there are many photo frames hanging on the wall of the living room, the photos in the photo frames are all Suai's, and there are three glasses on the glass table in the living room , and a half-drunk bottle of whiskey, the trace inspection department was collecting fingerprints in the room, Chu Xingmu turned and went to Suai's room.

Han Yang is examining Su Ai's body.

Su Ai was wearing a tight black dress, lying on her back on the bed, one end of the thin shawl was on the bed and the other end fell to the ground. There were no signs of fighting or rummaging in the room.

"Is there any trauma?" Chu Xingmu asked.

Han Yang put down Su Ai's left hand and said, "I haven't found it yet, but I saw a medicine and a piece of paper on Su Ai's bedside cabinet, like a suicide note."

Chu Xingmu asked: "What medicine?"

"Benzodiazepine antidepressants." Han Yang said again: "It looks like suicide. I can smell the residual alcohol in her mouth. It's not the whiskey on the table outside, it's like liquor. Her The posthumous writing is also very artistic, no one says it, no one knows it, and there is no time to stop it, just want to die quietly, like a flower, blooming silently and withering silently."

Tang Zhe: "..."

Chu Xingmu scolded: "Are you a pervert?"

Han Yang said innocently: "Didn't you always call me Han Pervert? Today I accidentally let you see my more literary side."

As soon as Chu Xingmu raised his foot, Han Yang stepped back quickly and said, "Captain Chu, please don't bother me and my corpse. Can you find clues?"

Tang Zhe thought to himself, Senior Sister is right, it is normal that Sister Lang is really the only one in the team.

Chu Xingmu turned around in Su Ai's bedroom. The curtains in the bedroom were open. There were two layers of curtains. One was light blue gauze curtains, and the other was dark blue chemical fiber curtains. The curtains were tied together and hung down the sides of the window, with the sheer curtains protruding slightly on one side.

Chu Xingmu walked to the window and opened the closed window with gloves on. The sliding window was locked and there was an open-air parking lot downstairs, and another residential building was opposite the building. He closed the window again and let Tang Zhe called technology to flow in.

Tang Zhe hurriedly went to the living room and called the technical streamer. The original name of the technical streamer was Xiao Shan. Chu Xingmu called him whatever he said, and everyone called him the technical streamer.

After Xiao Shan came in with the equipment, Chu Xingmu turned around and pointed to the semicircular lock on the window and said, "See if you can find fingerprints on the lock."