Netherworld Investigator

It was a fine evening.

The bright sweet-scented osmanthus flowers are all over the branches, mixed with the sweetness of the salted pineapple at the entrance of Shiduodian, filling the narrow streets and alleys beside the elementary school.Accompanied by a long-smelling yell, a ball of white water vapor overflowed from the edge of the iron pot at the stall, and the aroma of bamboo-tube rice dumplings rushed into Du Xiaoqing's nose.

Du Xiaoqing is a ten-year-old girl who is in the fourth grade of primary school.Her eyes drifted towards the source of the fragrance unnaturally, she swallowed quietly, tightly hugged a set of painting tools in her arms, and walked quickly through the streets occupied by all kinds of tempting snacks.

It's late autumn and the weather is getting cooler. Most of the children are wearing hoodies under their school uniform jackets.Looking around, the light and bright little hood protrudes from the back of the neck, and it rises and falls with their bouncing movements, which is very cute.

Only Du Xiaoqing was still wearing a shrunken gray women's coat, which didn't fit well, and was wrapped cumbersomely outside the school uniform, covering even the back of his hands.Warm is warm, but compared with the fashionable and neat attire of the students, it is really not beautiful.But Du Xiaoqing never complained that the clothes were not good-looking. Whenever she thought of the scene where her mother squinted and stitched for herself under the dim light, she couldn't feel a little bit of disgust.

Besides, good things are not completely isolated from her.

Xiaoqing's art teacher once expressed her admiration for her painting talent. After learning that the little girl's family was poor, she readily proposed to let her go to the art room every Wednesday afternoon. A painting guide.

However, for the struggling Du family, the money to buy paper pens, drawing boards and paints is not a small expense.Children from poor families are well versed in the world. Faced with Du's mother who goes out early and returns late every day to make ends meet, Xiao Qing hesitated again and again, but still did not ask her mother for pocket money.

Mother Du gets off work very late, and Xiao Qing always goes to and from school alone.Beginning a few months ago, after school every day, she would go to the park alone to pick up some bottles and cans and sell them to the waste station in exchange for some money. After saving for nearly a semester, she finally had the first life in her life. A set of painting tools that really belong to you.

The art teacher said that Xiaoqing has a strong perception of color, as long as he works hard, he will definitely achieve great achievements in the future.Her words of encouragement are like planting a moist seed in the heart of a poor and introverted little girl, which will eventually bloom into moving flowers in time.

The veil-like dusk enveloped the whole city, and Mother Du returned home earlier than usual today.

She was holding a bag of green vegetables in her hand, the tips of the leaves were a little yellow, and she bought them at a very low price before the vegetable market closed.The dishes are indeed not very fresh, so I have to be more careful when picking and washing.

She was wearing a red children's coat in her arms, and when she reached out to open the door with great difficulty, she dropped the key on the ground with a crisp sound.After entering the door, she put the clothes in a conspicuous place so that her daughter could see them at first sight when she came home.

Mother Du is a part-time worker.The new employer was very kind. Seeing that Du's mother was diligent and honest, and knowing how difficult it was for her to raise a child as a single mother, he gave Du's mother clothes that his children had never worn before.Although it is an old thing, but the texture is good, the cut fits well, and the style is not outdated at all. Du Mu thanked it happily.

Xiaoqing looks like her mother, with white skin and big eyes. When she smiles, there are small dimples on her face. The bright colors make her look particularly cute and cute.Du's mother looks weak at birth, but her strength grows in her bones.Back then, despite the persuasion and criticism of others, she resolutely divorced her alcoholic and domestic violence ex-husband, and with the help of distant relatives, she came to the big city alone with her infant daughter to make a living.Leaving her hometown and having no relatives, Xiaoqing was often ill when she was born, and soon spent all her savings. The guilt and despair towards her daughter were like a giant snake tightening her chest. She had the idea of ​​committing suicide more than once.

Fortunately, Xiaoqing grew up healthy and happy, and is very sensible, although this sensibleness is really distressing sometimes.I remember one time, when the mother and daughter were watching a family drama, the daughter in the drama told her mother with tears in her eyes, I will be your daughter in my next life.When she was sleeping at night, Du Xiaoqing pulled Mother Du's pillow towel, and said something next to her ear, "Mom, I will be a mother in the next life. I will support you. Don't work too hard."

At that moment, tears burst into Du's mother's eyes. No matter how difficult the past was, she could not even complain about fate. Her daughter was the only light in her gloomy life.

Mother Du looked up at the clock on the wall.It stands to reason that Xiaoqing should be home at this time of day.The primary school is less than one kilometer away from where they live, and there is no need to cross the road. She takes the children to school every day, and asks Xiaoqing to come back with her classmates after school.

She smiled nonchalantly, turned around and opened the refrigerator. The child has grown up recently and is always crying for hunger. I have plenty of time today, so let me cook fresh meatballs for her.

In this life, it was a bit bitter in the past, but after all, life is getting more and more exciting.

Pedestrians returning home hurriedly walked, and the night fell to the ground like a crow feather.

Outside the alley, a motorcycle sped past, and the wheels ran over a field of finely chopped sweet-scented osmanthus, and the smell was strong.

In the dimly lit alley, there were faintly visible watercolors scattered all over the floor. Brand new brushes were broken in half and lay broken on the dirty concrete floor.

The roar of police sirens approached from far away, making the noisy street instantly become extremely silent.

There was a sudden knock on the door, and Mother Du hurried to open the door. When she passed by the back of the chair with the coat hanging on it, she accidentally dropped the clothes on the ground, and the little red clothes were scattered all over the ground, like a flower blooming in the air. Blooming blood flower.

20 years later.

Wang Zong parked his motorcycle in front of an abandoned warehouse in the suburbs, and pushed open the hoarse and heavy door.The air was filled with the smell of rust and stench, and his eyes fell on the shivering little prey curled up on the ground.

The child was covered in blood, with an iron collar tightly wrapped around his neck, and was tied to the railing like a dog. There were shocking vertical and horizontal bloodstains on his immature back, and there were signs of suppuration at the edge of the wound.

"That stinky guy surnamed Wen has already been thrown away by me, he can't take you away." Wang Zong's eyes showed a fierce light, he bent down, and caressed the child's smooth neck with rough hands , enjoying the rapid pulse rushing in his palm: "Little dear, you are really too bad, why are you shouting? Do you know how much trouble it has caused me?"

His tone suddenly turned cold: "I used to have brothers and sisters who were as disobedient as you, and their final fate is very interesting..."

Before he finished speaking, a swift figure leaped out from the darkness, kicked Wang Zong's side quickly and fiercely behind him.Half of his body went numb, and he swayed back two steps.Before he could fully react, he saw another reverse uppercut hit his face, swinging heavily towards his side cheek.Wang Zong pressed his back against the corner of the wall, and the severe pain turned his vision into black and white, and a tall and thin figure against the light covered his suddenly widened eyes.

"It's you!" He spat out a mouthful of blood, and stared unwillingly at the young man not far away.

The man's hair was slightly curly, his skin was milky white, his eyes were round and distinct, exuding a harmless and innocent temperament.If it hadn't been for the pain he had just had, Wang Zong would never have thought that the bewildered little policeman he met during the day and the ruthless character in front of him were actually the same person.

In this short period of time, the policemen who had been ambushing for a long time rushed in and subdued the prisoner.The young man bent down, found the key from Wang Zong, carefully removed the blood-stained collar around the child's neck, stretched his long arms, and firmly protected the fragile little life in his arms.

When he was escorted into the police car, Wang Zong suddenly stopped in his tracks, and said to the young man with a blunt smile: "Last time I also fell at the hands of a man named Wen, it seems that I really have a predestined relationship with this surname. "

This is not the first time Wang Zong has committed child molestation.

Twenty years ago, a ten-year-old girl was abducted by Wang Zong on her way out of school, and then raped.Because the child screamed and resisted, Wang Zong smashed her head with a brick and walked away.By the time she was discovered by scavengers in the alley, she had already died for a long time.

There is nothing more desperate than a person who is destined to commit crimes at an age that can be protected by the law. The prison was locked up for three years.After being released, Wang Zong, who had no great skills, had been hanging out with local hooligans all day long. It was rumored that he had accidentally saved the life of a big man, and since then he has become even more unrestrained and unscrupulous.

Some sins don't deserve forgiveness at all, even once.

A tall and thin young man walked into the gate of the bar quickly. He was wearing a light brown hooded sweater, a pair of black thick-rimmed glasses, and carrying a fashionable backpack. He was dressed in a low-key yet energetic way It is difficult for others to see that Wen Baifan is almost thirty.Moreover, compared to when he was a fledgling seven years ago, he is much more lively now.

"It's not really the twelfth lunar month of winter yet, so I'm looking forward to the spring breeze." Wen Baifan chose a secluded booth and sat down, taking a long breath in the warm indoor wind, and then put on the scarf and coat on his body After unraveling the layers, the tone was a bit distressed, "It's like dismantling a mummy."

"The mummy's body has been hollowed out, so it's really not very resistant to freezing." Luo Fei sat down opposite him, teased, and shook his head helplessly, "I really don't know how you pass the physical test every year, people No. 23, a strong horse, got mixed up with a trash snack like you."

The Chaocheng Police Station building is located at No. 23, Zhenhai Road, Guangming District. People in the industry simply refer to it as No. 23.

"Uncle Ming, give me a stronger drink." Wen Baifan raised his hand to greet the store manager, breathed into his palm, and argued nonchalantly: "Hey, I'm from the special investigation team People, can you still be called special if you are like others everywhere?"

His eyes are lively, the color of his irises is slightly lighter than that of ordinary people, and there is a kind of bright laziness in his expression.

Luo Fei smirked, and as soon as he touched his mouth, he revealed an embarrassing incident that happened to Wen Baifan recently, "No, you are so special. When you saw the road was uneven, you chased the thief, and you lost your way halfway through the chase, and even slipped on your foot. Plopping into the river, this kind of thing can't be done by ordinary people." Thinking of Wen Baifan's shivering appearance when he was pulled ashore, Luo Fei couldn't stop laughing. There are also times when you are led by the nose by the kid."

Wen Baifan has a nickname, "Gentle Yidao", not only because his surname is Wen, but also because of his gentle appearance, and because Wen Baifan is famous for his temper.Whether it's the leader blowing his beard and staring at him, or his subordinates slapping the table and yelling at him, he seems to have no temper, and nods like a chicken pecking at rice.And "one chatter" describes that Wen Baifan would gossip and gossip with the little girls from the Propaganda Department whenever he has time, chattering endlessly, his hobbies are really speechless.

Wen Baifan snorted: "I don't blame the old ghost for being too slippery, I just blame the kid for being too cunning. You don't know, that little thief disappeared into the alley like a loach..." He unbuttoned his shirt with one hand The top button leaned lazily on the back of the chair, "You can stop saying a few words, because Wang Yu has already talked about this matter so much that my ears are getting callused."

"Come on, keep talking, he was mocking, ridiculing, and ridiculing." Luo Fei exposed him mercilessly, "It's also a public release, our forensics department can hear it at the end of the corridor, do you think the sound insulation on the sixth floor How wonderful. Hey, you said that Mr. Wang is too conceited. The gold-plated one is different. No matter how useless you look, you are the top card of the special investigation team anyway. He doesn't know how to respect his boss at all. Well, it's just too much."

On the surface, Wen Baifan seems to be the most suitable to be a policeman, squatting on the Chaocheng Bridge every day to persuade people not to commit suicide, or walk around the streets to mediate various conflicts in people's livelihood.However, as the person with the highest rate of solving crimes on the 23rd, sometimes, Wen Baifan's clumsiness and confusion are more like a weapon to confuse his opponents, and he secretly waits for the opportunity to give the prisoner a fatal "sword".Of course, most of the time, his narcissism, sweetness, mother-in-law, car sickness, and walking with the same hands and feet are all real problems.

Wen Baifan gave him a disgusted look: "You don't respect me very much, and my official title is one level higher than yours, so I can't hold back your babbling mouth."

"What kind of friendship do we have, Wang Yu? He's just a newcomer!" Luo Fei paused, remembered something, and pouted, "Speaking of which, the newcomers are really more arrogant than the other. Take our forensic department." Let me tell you, a forensic doctor surnamed Qiao was transferred from the Nancheng Police Station a few days ago. This big brother is not low-key at all. He drives a sports car to and from work every day. Oh, my little heart that hates the rich is thumping. Bang jump."

"Oh, I heard from Xiaojia and the others." Wen Baifan blinked, and said in a calm tone, "That person seems very handsome, but I haven't seen him before."

As soon as Luo Fei heard this concern, he knew that this "I am the most handsome man in the world who is more handsome than me" is definitely not as calm as he looks on the surface, and he may be so suffocated in his heart. , and comforted him intimately: "I can see that it's okay, just a little bit better than me."

Wen Baifan heaved a sigh of relief, "That's so much worse than me."

Luo Fei was choked by this natural tone, took a deep breath, resisted the urge to hit someone, and continued under Wen Baifan's urging: "It is said that the forensic doctor has solved many big cases in the Nancheng branch before, this time he was transferred to It can be regarded as a promotion from the General Administration, and now serves as the deputy director of the forensic identification team. But looking at the materials, he is a native of Chaocheng."

Nancheng is close to the provincial capital, and it takes less than 15 minutes to take the light rail.In terms of sensuality, the pace of life in Nancheng is naturally much slower than that in Chaocheng.However, Nancheng is closer to the sea and has good natural conditions. Many wealthy people are keen to buy other properties there, and the level of wealth is almost the same as that of Chaocheng, which is the economic center.

Luo Fei's tone was a little sour: "This person is not simple. You have been on the field for the past few days, so I haven't seen you. That day, Director Zheng personally brought him to report. When the old man talked to him, there was a smile on his face. You know, Zheng Yanwang, who has a bad face for thousands of years, wants to scold Luo Fei every time he sees Luo Fei. Comparing the two sides, the disparity in treatment really makes people cry.

Wen Baifan finally regained his composure and laughed at him: "Xiao Luo, don't panic, if the forensics department can't get along, I'll come and join you, brother Bai. Our special investigation team really needs a shameless comrade like you."

At this time, Zhao Ming came over with a tray, and interrupted with a smile: "Come on, you're a white dove, you talk so much, you're a starling." He handed a glass of whiskey to Luo Fei while talking.

"How great is it that Uncle Lao Ming personally entertained you." Luo Fei raised his eyebrows and smiled, "You are finally free to talk to us, so it won't delay you being approached by girls, right?"

"It's quite a delay. Let's charge an additional 20.00% service fee later."

The store manager, Zhao Ming, is a kind of handsome uncle. His short hair dyed gray and white is very eye-catching, and his gestures exude the charm of a mature man, so his popularity is no less than that of young people.It's just that he seems to be a celibate, and he is not short of money. He closes the bar on a whim, and travels all over the world, often for several months.

Wen Baifan touched his face melancholy, and sighed: "Oh, such a bright piece of fresh meat, why don't people come to talk to me if they have nothing to do?"

Zhao Ming gave him a funny look, and solemnly put the other cup in front of Wen Baifan: "Is your taste good enough?"

Wen Baifan took a sip, sipped his head sideways for a long time, and slowly commented: "The entrance is soft, with a thin throat."

Luo Fei pointed to the steaming mug on the table, and couldn't help complaining: "Come to the bar to drink cocoa milk, this is not just fresh meat, it's almost raw meat, which beauty can eat it?"

"By the way, why didn't you see that little beauty surnamed Tang today?" the store manager asked.

"I'm buying sugar-fried chestnuts at the door...Here, here we come!" Seeing the familiar slim figure approaching, Luo Fei smiled, and consciously moved a seat inside, "Uncle Ming, please have a glass of dark beer."

Tang Huanyan's elder brother, Tang Xiaofeng, was also a policeman and died in the line of duty seven years ago.Under the blow of losing her brother, Tang Huanyan resolutely decided to become a policeman.Less than half a year after graduation, she was selected into the special investigation team, and worked with Wen Baifan, Tang Xiaofeng's best friend back then, and gradually became acquainted with Luo Fei.

"Guess who I saw when I first walked in?" Tang Huanyan quietly pointed to the corner, her tone agitated: "Qiao Kejun! But it looks like he is going to leave."

Wen Baifan turned his head, the light was dim, and he could only see the back of a man in the distance, with a dark windbreaker in his arms, broad shoulders, strong waist and long legs, and a simple turtleneck sweater and jeans were also stylishly worn.

It's just a pity that I can't see the face.

"So he's here. Fortunately, we didn't make too much noise just now." Luo Fei said, "But it's close to the police station, so it's not unusual to meet him. Did you say hello to him just now?"

Tang Huanyan peeled off a warm roasted chestnut, her expression was a little depressed: "I don't know him, so why do you say hello? Hey, next time you can introduce me to him."

"Qiao Kejun..." Wen Baifan repeated the name.

"It's the new Director Qiao." Luo Fei reminded him.

"Brother Bai, don't you know Qiao Kejun?" Tang Huanyan was surprised, "When he joined the job a few days ago, everyone rushed to the bathroom on the sixth floor to get water and make tea, just to pass by and see him."

Luo Fei clicked his tongue angrily: "Can we talk about going to the bathroom and making tea with water?"

Tang Huanyan stuck out her tongue and shared information with great interest: "When he was in the Nancheng Police Station, Qiao Ke had a nickname called 'Death Witness'. It is said that as long as he serves as a witness for the prosecution, no matter how difficult it is, he will eventually die. I can find evidence to send criminals to the execution ground. I have a friend who is a reporter and has a super calm personality. Ever since she saw Qiao Kejun in court, she has been completely fascinated, like a nympho Also regard Qiao Kejun as a male god of justice."

"Stop talking about him, you're like a nympho now." Luo Fei choked on her.

The man, reeking of alcohol, violently opened the door, reaching for the light switch on the wall with his bony hand.The incandescent lamp exploded on his head with a "snap", reflecting the nasolabial folds on his face that were carved like a knife.

This is a high-end apartment with a good location. Mr. Fu had put a lot of thought into arranging such a residence for Wang Zong after he was released from prison.One is because Wang Zong once saved his life in public, even if this person makes him despise him, Mr. Fu can't treat him too badly, otherwise he won't have to chill the hearts of other brothers under him.

As for another reason, the apartments in this area are specially designed for single white-collar workers, and there are no family members, which means that there are not many children in the vicinity, which saves Wang Zong's contemptuous private affairs. Hobbies can bring him unnecessary trouble.

Mr. Fu has been black and white for many years, and his heart is already extremely cold. Women and children outside of blood are just commodities in his eyes, but Wang Zong's actions still make him feel sick.

Piles of instant noodle bowls, beer bottles, and snack bags flooded the glass coffee table, unwashed clothes were thrown randomly on the polished wooden floor, the curtains of the French windows of the balcony had not been opened for many days, and the airless room exuded a rotten smell. smell.

Wang Zong leaned on the back of the sofa, admiring intoxicatedly the former trophies nailed to the wall, with an unusually pleasant smile on his shriveled, greasy face.

There are six or seven photos posted on the wall, all of which are pictures of different children, girls and boys, all between five and ten years old.Every child has two different faces, one is a carefree smiling face, the other is crying in despair, forming a shocking contrast.

A few years ago, Wang Zong was charged by the police for kidnapping and child abuse. Mr. Fu hired a skilled lawyer to defend him, but in the end he was only sentenced to three and a half years.Unexpectedly, less than two months after he was released from prison, Wang Zong, who had never changed his mind, found a new prey near the residence he arranged.

Evil is a vicious tiger, once released into the wild, it is hard to get back in the cage.

However, when tomorrow comes, Mr. Fu will be relieved to find that he no longer has to worry about this guy who has embarrassed him.

The man who covered his face with a black mask appeared like a ghost. The muzzle of his gun was slowly pressed down and touched Wang Zong's forehead. Two terrified tears slid down the latter's distorted face.

He thought he was a hunter with a certain chance of winning, but he suddenly became a prey waiting to be slaughtered. Wang Zong's eyes overflowed with the despair of a dying beast.He slapped the wall frantically, screaming at the top of his throat, hoping that someone would hear his cry for help.But soon, he discovered that all this was futile—in order to concentrate on enjoying the desperate cries of the children, he installed thick soundproofing materials in his residence.

"Please spare me!" He knelt down on the ground with a plop, crying and begging for mercy without dignity, "You, you can tell me to do anything, as long as you give me my life, money, or anything else, I can give it to you. !"

The man sighed softly, moved the muzzle of the gun down from Wang Zong's forehead, and fixed it on the heart: "It seems that if you still don't want to make amends, then there is nothing you can do."

"I knew I was wrong! I was really wrong!" Wang Zong raised his hand and slapped himself across the face, swearing upside down, "But I didn't hurt that child! I don't know where he went. Locked in the bedroom, he has disappeared after returning..."

"If you make a mistake, you will be punished." The man in black calmly pulled the trigger and said softly, "Disappear."

Everything was silent, the huge room was like an empty stage, and the wind in the hall made the curtains between the balcony and the living room rustle.

Behind the heavy curtain, Youdao's mysterious eyes flashed in the darkness.