Netherworld Investigator

Wen Baifan stood beside Qiao Kejun's car, his eyes darting around the car for a week.Qiao Kejun fastened the seat belt with one hand, wondering: "What are you dawdling about, get in the car."

"Did you drive this car to Tang Street just now?" Wen Baifan gasped in amazement, "I drove an eleven-way car and got hit by it. You are such an arrogant sports car, but someone smashed the glass and got a tattoo? Good luck."

"Ah."

"Or does it mean that people who have been hooligans will form a special aura on their body to deter others?"

"..."

Wen Baifan looked at Qiao Kejun's hands while driving. The dark leather of the steering wheel made his white and slender fingers even more contrasting. It reminded people of a kind of kitchen utensil called a ceramic knife.

Ceramic knives are not the fragile and exquisite ceramic products that people think. The blade of this kind of knife looks thin, but it is extremely rigid, and its sharpness is even ten times that of steel blades.Since there are no metal ions to dissolve, it is difficult for ceramic knives to produce chemical reactions with other substances. After cutting, it will be as clean as before with just a little washing, without any blood and dirt.

The car drove forward steadily, and encountered a red light before driving out of Zhenhai Road.

Qiao Kejun rolled down the car window, and the lingering night wind chilled his face. He could only see his left elbow resting against the window, his knuckles slightly bent, gently supporting his cheek.It's obviously an ordinary little action, but it adds a bit of lazy and sexy atmosphere when he does it.

Probably because he had ingested meth just now when he was sleepy, Wen Baifan felt a little dizzy in his head, but his heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably.

"Why do you want to be a hooligan?" Wen Baifan asked again impatiently.

"This topic can't be passed, right?" Qiao Kejun glanced sideways at the person next to him, with a somewhat helpless tone.

When the eyes met, Wen Baifan moved his eyes and stared at the windshield ahead with an inexplicable and serious expression, and the light dancing light danced lightly and lightly in his slightly brown pupils.

"I haven't really been a hooligan, I just...experienced life." Qiao Kejun held his head and thought for a while, and felt a little funny. Go to a chaotic place. I ran away from home, stumbled into Tang Street by mistake, and got my wallet stolen by a gecko while eating noodles.”

"The Metamorphosis." Wen Baifan was a little excited when he heard it, "And then?"

"I followed some small clues to their base camp, and negotiated with the boss of the gecko, that is, She Fengwu. Finally, I got my wallet back. I didn't want to go home, so I stayed. From the very beginning, he knew that I would not be around for long, and he didn't let me do anything, so he just threw me under the control of the gecko. The old man was very dexterous in his handwork. During those half a year, in the name of taking care of his younger brother, he also came up with There are many ways to toss me."

Hearing She Fengwu's name, Wen Baifan's heart sank suddenly, and Qiao Kejun seemed to sense something, and looked him up: "What's the matter? Your complexion is not very good."

"It's nothing." Wen Baifan calmed down his turbulent emotions, and asked again, "Then the family will follow you after such a long time?"

"After I had been missing for a while, my dad found out that I was not at home." Qiao Kejun said indifferently, "He is always so busy that he doesn't touch the ground, basically he doesn't ask about my affairs."

"Is that so." Wen Baifan asked casually, "Then your mother doesn't mind?"

Qiao Kejun's tone suddenly turned cold: "I don't have a mother."

Wen Baifan rubbed his nose in embarrassment.He lost his mother shortly after he was born, but whenever someone asked, Wen Baifan would only answer vaguely, "She passed away a long time ago", instead of saying "I don't have a mother" in an obviously unhappy tone. talk.

It was probably some problem between mother and child, Wen Baifan regretted bringing up this topic.

"Then are you still a member of the gangster organization? What's the matter with your tattoo?" Wen Baifan smiled, "Although my foreign language is not good, this doesn't look like delicious pizza."

"Justitia, this is the name of an ancient Greek god. You must have seen this totem, the goddess with cloth strips on her eyes, a white robe, a sword in one hand and a scale in the other." Seeing the lights change ahead, Qiao Ke Jun put down the handbrake, the car drove forward steadily, and his voice became more and more slow, "This is the tattoo my dad personally made for me after I decided to become a forensic doctor."

Wen Baifan suddenly realized: "As soon as you said that, I remembered that there is a sculpture of her at the main entrance of the procuratorate."

Legend has it that this god of justice is in charge of the key to the day and night, and is always monitoring the life of the world. When she finds a blasphemous human being, she will chase and assassinate them with a sharp sword, and the blindfolded cloth symbolizes the supremacy of reason. Don't be fooled by sensory impressions.

"My dad wanted me to become a prosecutor like him since I was a child, but I chose to apply for medical school during the entrance examination. Unexpectedly, I turned around and became a forensic doctor."

The car didn't take a few steps forward before encountering a red light. Following the inertia of the brakes, Wen Baifan slapped his thigh abruptly: "Ah, your father's surname is also Qiao?"

Qiao Kejun nodded: "Well, coincidentally, my father really has the same surname as me."

"The prosecutor surnamed Qiao!" Wen Baifan ignored his mocking answer, and looked surprised: "Your father is the famous prosecutor Qiao Hengjing?"

"Ah."

"When he joined the company back then, he wrote an article and published it in an internal journal. I still remember one sentence." Wen Baifan blinked, read that sentence softly, and repeated it in his mind many times. The sentence: "The tilt of the balance is because one of the weights is too light, but the balance itself will never allow any deviation. Blindfolded justice cannot be reduced to blind rage."

Qiao Kejun reached out and turned on the knob of the radio on the car, and the traffic station's traffic report sounded at the right time: "There will be a countdown to New Year's Day at the Guangming Tower tonight. Zhenhai Road to Jianshe Liuma Road is currently congested. Drivers and friends please drive patiently and orderly. , so as not to scratch."

"No wonder, I'm still wondering, it's only Thursday today, why is the road still so congested at twelve o'clock, so there is a New Year's Eve event." Wen Baifan's face was filled with an intoxicated expression that didn't match what he said, " I’m actually spending New Year’s Eve with the male god’s son, so happy.”

"Then hold on to your happiness for a while, after all, in a few hours, you have to go back to be trained again." Qiao Kejun glanced at the No. 10 compound behind him in the rearview mirror, and it took [-] minutes to pass Yes, the car hasn't left this road yet. "You provoked the suspect today regardless of the danger and did not wait for support. If I hadn't come in time, you would not have just suffered some flesh and blood injuries."

"Don't be afraid, I won't die." Wen Baifan grinned broadly, with no taboos on his lips, "The fortune tellers say that I am lucky, at least I can live to be 90 years old. But I really didn't expect that, on the first day of the new year, my subordinates became a criminal."

Wen Baifan put the seat back a bit, half-lyed down, closed his eyes, and calmed down his excited and tired nerves. "Liu Hanfu claims that he has never purchased drugs. His name is indeed on the purchase list of Jianbang Pharmaceutical, but this name is just an ID. No one uses his real name to buy controlled drugs on illegal websites. Although he did Other things would have been enough for him to get the death penalty, but because of that, I don't think he had to lie about the poisoning."

"Liu Hanfu's girlfriend..." Qiao Kejun's words were interrupted by a noise, and amidst the cheers of the New Year's countdown not far away, a long red light finally passed.

"Li Shuyue?" Wen Baifan moved his body and changed to a more comfortable side-lying position, "It's not that I didn't suspect her. It's not surprising that the nurse used injection to kill people. But the murder scene was handled carefully by Liu Hanfu afterwards, and has already been killed." After so many days, there may not be much evidence that can be found now. The remaining evidence points to Liu Hanfu as the only criminal."

"Judging from the confession and evidence, what Li Shuyue did was nothing more than concealing the fact of the murder and stealing the syringe and morphine from the hospital. Because of Liu Hanfu's persecution, he became an accomplice."

Qiao Kejun stared at the road ahead, and the bright lights outside the window were projected on the glass of the car window, outlining the deep outline of his side face. "There is no accomplice who will never betray in the world. The safest way is to make the other party mistakenly think that he is the mastermind. Using the other party's panic of accidental killing to achieve one's own goals is the most successful complete crime."

If there is another possibility, then Liu Hanfu's accidental killing at the beginning was a trap created by illusion. She successfully deceived one of him, forcing him to find ways to deceive everyone. "

"If there is another possibility, this is a counterattack planned by a girl who lives under torture and intimidation all day long, but what she did indirectly led to the death of another innocent person. She succeeded, and the legal She was found not guilty." Wen Baifan's tone was a little erratic, and he said vaguely, "But should she be punished?"

"Assume that I have the ability to know all the experiences of the parties, and I can't make a firm judgment on the matter, because everyone has their own cognitive boundaries and blind spots." Wen Baifan closed his eyes and sighed, "Like' Isn't it terrible that the symbol of wanton life and death is regarded by so many people as the embodiment of justice, and even worshiped as an idol by evildoers?"

Qiao Kejun didn't answer, and stepped on the accelerator silently, and the radiant red body melted into the turbulent traffic.

Ten past ten the next morning.

As soon as the elevator door opened, Wen Baifan flew out like a bullet, slammed into the wall, and bounced into the office of the special investigation team, "Sorry! Sorry I'm late! Hey, everyone is here What, am I the only one late?"

Under the baptism of all kinds of eyes, Wen Baifan approached the seat of the imperial guard closest to Director Liao, sat down dejectedly, and was mentally prepared to accept the impact of anger head-on.

In the next 15 minutes, the search meeting turned into "Wen Baifan's personal meeting" and "Director Liao's angry three thousand questions".Everyone who was called back to work overtime early in the morning cheered up, pretending to be wandering, but in fact, all of them laughed so hard that they were about to tie up.

"Why do you act without report and go to the suspect alone? Ah, do you think you are good at shooting? Ah, yes, you have a gun, but it's great to have a gun. Who do you think doesn't have a gun? Ah, marksmanship is different. No, you can’t even aim if the target is in front of your nose. You don’t know how to think about the consequences when you do things, and you act without waiting for support. Ah, Tang Seng can’t speak better than you? If there is no monkey around who can hit you, Tang Seng I don’t know how many times I have died. Ah, so how many times have I said that we must have team spirit and cooperate with each other..."

The scene was silent, and the audience looked at their noses, noses, mouths, and necks. Everyone's emotions rose and fell with Liao Chu's cadenced "ah".

"Okay, it's all in front of my subordinates, can you save face?" Wen Baifan, who was scolded to shame, suppressed his embarrassment and begged for mercy in a low voice. My, hurry up and get down to business. Really, the overtime pay is only a little bit, and selling milk tea in Tang Street earns more than this all morning, and the people shouting are not as hard as you."

Director Liao glared at him: "Do you think you have any other weapons in your body besides your mouth?"

Wen Baifan let out a "hey" and touched his nose: "Why do I think this topic is a little inappropriate for young people?"

"Everyone, are you in a meeting?" Suddenly there was a bell-like voice outside the door, and the conference room immediately rang out one after another: "Director Zheng, good morning."

Wen Baifan said inwardly that it was not good.

What is he doing here now, and what else can he do? He must be here to scold people.This Liao Chu is not finished yet, unexpectedly there is another Zheng Yanwang!

I am so unlucky to be scolded on the first day of the new year, so I will be scolded throughout the year.

Sure enough, Ju Zheng sat down on the seat vacated by Director Liao, and began to scold with a dark face, "Do you know how many people I offended because of these guns? What people say about me, everyone says I'm greedy, and I'll keep all the good things in my nest! Forget it, you guys have done a good job, and I can still use my grades to gag other people's mouths, but the result—"

Zheng Yanwang slapped the table, making everyone tremble in fright, "It's only been a few days, and something happened!"

He said to Director Liao: "I told you a long time ago, there is no need to equip the special group with such cutting-edge equipment, they can't perform well. Just look at their leader, Officer Wen Baifanwen, who has been taking physical examinations every year. It was only through my signature that I made an exception, why did you equip him with such a good gun?"

"Okay." Director Liao lowered his voice to persuade, "It's all in front of his subordinates, can you save some face?"

Director Zheng snorted coldly, "With the ability to carry a gun, it's a matter of time to match him with a partner."

Luo Fei interrupted with many things: "Isn't there me, Officer Luo, and Officer Tang over there?"

"Are you... aren't you from the forensics?" Director Liao noticed him then, and then glanced at the people present, "Today is the internal meeting of the special investigation team. What's the matter with you? What are you doing?" When did you mix in?"

"Your power of observation is close to blind." Wen Baifan muttered helplessly, "I came here with Officer Tang, and it's nothing to do with you."

Director Zheng sighed: "Xiao Tang is very skilled, I have heard about it for a long time, but her on-the-spot experience is indeed not enough, Bai Fan and Luo Fei's cooperation is also good, but to be honest, it is still not as good as he and... ..."

Director Liao coughed lightly, and interrupted him: "Okay, what are you doing here today? You didn't come back to work overtime during the holidays to be scolded. We still have a case to discuss."

"Oh, yes." Director Zheng called out, "Come in."

Zhang Tao was the first to shout in surprise: "Young Master Wang, you are back!"

In less than ten days, Wang Yu lost a lot of weight, and his cheeks were sunken. It seemed that he had endured a lot of pressure, and he felt much more mature than before.

Wang Yu bowed deeply to everyone: "Because of my dereliction of duty, I have caused a lot of trouble for everyone."

"Okay, let's go back to the team." Director Zheng waved his hand to let him sit down, "Your punishment is still pending, and the administrative record is a major demerit, so don't think about the bonus at the end of the year."

Wang Yu nodded, went to the empty seat next to Wen Baifan and sat down. After a while, he faltered and said to him: "Team leader, I was wrong before, this time it's thanks to you... um, that's for returning my innocence."

Wen Baifan smiled and slapped him lightly on the back.

The Joker Bar is closed during the day.

In the corner, Wen Baifan huddled in the booth alone, burying his head in the fried noodles with soy sauce.

"You really treat my place as a canteen." Zhao Ming brought a pot of creamy mushroom soup with his own hands.

Wen Baifan almost buried his head in it, and snorted loudly, Uncle Zhao couldn't help but curled his fingers and tapped him on the head: "What's the movement, like a dog."

"Hey, I'm starving to death. I've been busy all morning, and I didn't even have breakfast. Those two old men are so annoying."

"Two?" Zhao Ming sat down casually opposite him.

"King Zheng Yan is here today."

"Old Zheng is like this. Ever since I met him, he has been in menopause." Zhao Ming smiled slightly.

Zhao Ming and Wen Baifan's father, Wen Yue, were partners back then, and they were born at the same time as Zheng Yan, the current director general Zheng Yan.But compared with the flamboyant Zhao Ming, Zheng Yan's majestic face looks very old. At first glance, the two seem to be a generation behind.

"Is the case closed?" Zhao Ming asked.

Wen Baifan responded casually: "Soon."

"Did you encounter anything special this time?" Uncle Zhao smiled: "I feel that my emotions are not right."

Wen Baifan put away his smile and was silent for a moment. When he spoke again, his voice trembled slightly: "Uncle Ming, I saw She Fengwu. He is still alive."

The smile on Uncle Zhao's face faded, and his expression was a bit puzzled.

That night, Wen Baifan dreamed of that scene again after a long absence.

The salty sea breeze was blowing, and the crescent moon hung brightly in the air, resembling the scythe of death.

Behind the heavy shadows piled up by containers, the corpse Wen Baifan saw for the first time in his life was his father Wen Yue.

At that time, he was only eight years old, and he could only shrug his shoulders timidly and cry out suppressedly.

The container terminal shrouded in white thorny lights, Zhao Ming slowly walked out from the chilling shadow, and stuffed the gun into the hand of the little boy hanging by his side.

She Fengwu approached him step by step, the little boy was crying and raised the muzzle of the gun trembling all over.

The man arrogantly pointed to his heart with a contemptuous expression.The little boy's muzzle lowered slowly.

Standing right in front of him, She Fengwu's mouth opened and closed silently, as if he was saying something, the little boy couldn't hear him, but he only felt anger rushing from his bone marrow to his brain.

By the time he heard the sound of metal clashing from inside the barrel, it was already too late.

She Fengwu fell to the ground like a heavy sack.

This was the first time Wen Baifan fired a gun in his life. The tall container cast a heavy shadow on his face, dividing his immature face into black and white.

The blood in the little boy's whole body was quickly drained, and the night poured into his empty body.

A tear slid down from the corner of his eye and dripped onto his chest. He screamed as if he had been hit by a bullet, and unbearable pain rose from deep inside his body.

Killing someone is obviously a very painful thing.

Later, Wen Baifan realized that it was not bullets that shot out from the barrel, but anesthetics.

The marked sinners will be sent to a mysterious place for a new trial by the "organization".

It's just that she didn't expect that after 20 years, She Fengwu was still alive and at ease.

But does this also mean that there was actually someone else who killed Wen Yue?

Chapter [-] The Murderer of Suicide