Dirt

In Lingang City after the Mid-Autumn Festival, the sun was still shining brightly yesterday, but today it is already in an autumn wind with drizzle, making people who get up early and go to work wrap up their coats tightly.

The two-mile driveway under the red light on Monday made people in traffic jams frown, hoping that they would not be late.

While the car owners were still upset about the traffic jam, the sound of motorcycle motors whizzed by, and a white Ducati turned sharply in the drizzle, drew an arc and headed towards the Lingang City Public Security Bureau.

In the public carport of the Municipal Bureau, the man riding a Ducati took off his helmet and shook his hair casually, brushed some wet hair up with his hands, took off his windbreaker to reveal the criminal police uniform inside, and strode towards the hall of the Municipal Bureau. go.

"Morning, Team He."

"Captain He came so early, the vacation is over?"

……

"Vacation? The bureau wants me to sacrifice my life for the country. How can I be willing to let me take vacation? I only took two days of annual leave this year, and I was summoned back by Zhang Bureau. Is there a detachment leader worse than me?"

He Yuan took out a paper towel from the table, sat on a chair and wiped off the water on the leather shoes, then glanced at a new table in the corner, on which the computer keyboard had been set up, He Yuan pointed to that table and asked :

"This is another intern? Isn't there an intern?"

After finishing speaking, the intern He Yuan was talking about came in with soy milk and fried dough sticks, and tremblingly said:

"Captain He, that table was here yesterday, and it seems to be someone from the province."

"Did the Criminal Investigation Detachment Office of the Municipal Bureau ask you to come to have breakfast? Do I need to write your internship report for you, and work hard to eat breakfast every day?"

Intern Mi Yue quickly hid the soy milk fritters behind her back, and He Yuan waved her hand helplessly to let her eat it.

He Yuan was in the independent office, drank a cup of American style and lit a cigarette. Just as he sat down on the chair, he suddenly remembered the phone call he made yesterday from Bureau Zhang. Yuan must go to the director's office this morning.

Outside the director's office, He Yuan knocked on the door, and Director Zhang Fulai's voice sounded inside at the same time: "Please come in."

In the office, Zhang Fulai was carefully looking at the computer screen, the black tea brewed in his hand was steaming, and his body, which was just over fifty, seemed to be a little hunchbacked.He raised his hand to signal He Yuan to sit first, then turned the computer screen to face He Yuan.

"This matter should be kept secret from you, but after all, I will be your subordinate in the future, so I think it's better to tell you."

The rain outside the window was heavier than that in the morning, Zhang Fulai walked to the window, closed the window and spoke again:

"The person on the computer is Miao Miao. The provincial department originally planned to keep him in the background for a clerical job, but he applied for a first-line criminal police officer."

He Yuan looked at the information on the police intranet on the screen, Miao Miao, male, 27 years old, first-class superintendent.He used to be an undercover agent for the "Flock of Sheep" drug trafficking group and participated in the arrest of Bu Ming, the leader of the "Flock of Sheep". He is now transferred to the criminal police team of the Lingang Public Security Bureau.

Next to the personal information is a photo, the person in the photo is completely different from other criminal police officers.

The body is too thin, and the summer police uniform is worn on the body, just like a junior high school student wearing an adult suit. The whole person gives a feeling of long-term malnutrition.His face was quite good-looking, with clear features and clear eyes, but he couldn't tell whether it was delicate or pale.

"The transfer order was issued yesterday, and he started work today. He should be on his way here. He Yuan, there is one more thing I hope you will keep in mind. This person should have been awarded a second-class personal merit, but another undercover agent with him Undercover, died under his gun, do you understand what I mean?"

Zhang Fulai's old voice sounded behind him, He Yuan stood up and took out two cigarettes, handed one to Zhang Fulai, and said:

"Zhang Ju, I don't even have a wife. If it's a girl, you can just let me watch it. Now let me stare at a guy. If people think that my sexual orientation is wrong, they won't introduce girls to me. That's terrible. It's a work-related injury..."

dong dong dong.

The sound of knocking on the door interrupted He Yuan, and Zhang Fu said "come in".

The door was pushed open, and the person who was on the screen just now was standing at the door.

The person who walked in was wearing a thick windbreaker, and the water from the tips of his hair was flowing onto the windbreaker along his slashed cheeks.He Yuan took a few tissues and handed them to him, saying, "Hi, I'm He Yuan, the head of the criminal police detachment."

"Miao Miao." The person at the door didn't know whether it was cold or just like that, the voice was not warm at all.

Miao Miao took the tissue and handed over the mobile phone. He Yuanzheng wondered that the undercover way of greeting is very strange. Do you give a mobile phone when you meet?Immediately afterwards, He Yuan's nerves tensed immediately. On the screen of the mobile phone, among all kinds of dry and wet garbage mixed with rainwater, there was a man's head faintly exposed!

"The trash can at the entrance of the City Bureau, I saw it when I came here to throw out the trash." The voice still sounded warm, and then He Yuan rushed out, not forgetting to turn around and say to Miao Miao, "Follow up." .”

The two arrived at the criminal police office one after the other. Everyone looked at Miao Miao who came in, and when they were all looking at the ordinary criminal police transferred from the province, He Yuan threw the phone in front of everyone and said:

"Gao Chen! Notify the trace inspection, technical investigation and forensic doctors to prepare to dispatch the police! Gather at the gate of the Municipal Bureau!"

The three police cars at the entrance of the Municipal Bureau were full of people. He Yuan walked out of the Municipal Bureau, frowned, knocked on the car glass and said:

"What are you doing? Get out of the car!"

Gao Chen got out of the car and asked He Yuan with his expression, "Where is the crime?"

Looking in the direction of He Yuan's finger, Miao Miao was standing next to the trash can, looking down into the trash can.This should be the last time the Lingang Municipal Bureau dispatched the police, and the murderer had already arrogantly delivered the body parts to the gate of the Municipal Bureau.

The people in the car were all old detectives who had worked in the front line for many years, and they quickly understood what He Yuan meant. Suddenly, the trace inspector went straight to the trash can with his camera in his hand, and the technical detective quickly put his shoes on in the car Get out of the car.

"What's the intern's name, Mi Yue? Why are you in a daze?"

It was the first time for Mi Yue to appear on the scene, and it was still the scene of eating like this. She stood there trembling, her stomach was churning, and the fried dough sticks and soy milk she had just eaten were ready to go back the same way.

Miao Miao glanced at the intern, took out a wet tissue from the windbreaker pocket and handed it to her, walked to He Yuan's side, pondered for a while and said:

"This man's... um... head and face are bruised and swollen, the tip of the tongue is exposed, the nasal cavity is bleeding, and there is a foamy liquid in the mouth. Subcutaneous bleeding can be seen with the naked eye on the cut surface of the neck. It should be strangled and dismembered by him."

The forensic doctor who was walking over was stunned, and after a moment of silence: "Captain He, is this your new intern? You have observed carefully enough."

Miao Miao wrapped her windbreaker around her body and said nothing.

"Go to the person to adjust the monitoring. After the others have extracted the scene, there will be a meeting in the office." He Yuan gave a few more instructions, and signaled Miao Miao to follow him back to the office with his eyes.

In the criminal investigation office, He Yuan tore off his autumn police uniform jacket from the seat and threw it to Miao Miao. Miao Miao didn't speak, and quietly took off the drenched windbreaker and put it on.

After a while, there was the sound of footsteps in the corridor, and Gao Chen pushed the door open. He put the laptop on He Yuan's desk, and the screen at 05:30 this morning was playing on the computer.

In the monitoring screen of the city bureau gate, a person wearing a black raincoat and a summer sun hat lingered repeatedly at the gate of the city bureau for several minutes.Then the man buckled the woven bag in his hand on the trash can, patted the side of the trash can hard, and left.

The total duration was only a few minutes. After reading it several times, He Yuan said:

"This grandson is too tightly covered. Apart from being a person, he can't see any other clues. Have other surveillance calls?"

Gao Chen shook his head, indicating that other surveillance cameras are being retrieved, and it will take some time before they can be retrieved.

He Yuan tapped on the table with his fingers. It is 09:30, which means that this head has been lying in the trash can for four hours.

"What about the identity of the deceased?"

"Still investigating, but Captain He, I think this dead man looks familiar, I always feel..."

Before Gao Chen finished speaking, He Yuan slapped the finger on the table heavily: "Where is Deputy Director Zhou?!"

"The deceased, Zhou Kangming, 29 years old, vice president of Lingang Tongcheng Express Company, father Zhou De, mother Han Baoling..."

In the conference room, Mi Yue was reading the information of the deceased from the documents, and on the other side of the conference table sat the deceased's father, the deputy director of the Lingang Municipal Bureau—Zhou De.

Zhou De has been in the position of deputy bureau for five years. He used to be a front-line criminal policeman, but now he is collapsed in the conference room. Although his face is not full of tears, his eyes are red with tears, and he is still dying. Staring at the projector for last week's photo of Cumming.

In the meeting room, He Yuan's face was obscured by the smoke, and Zhang Fulai also took a deep breath, walked to Zhou De's side and supported the back of the chair:

"My condolences, Lao Zhou. The most important thing now is to catch the murderer. No matter how sad you are, you must cooperate with the bureau's investigation. That Xiaomi, right? Go ahead and report."

"Forensic identification results show that there are groove-like indentations and subcutaneous bleeding on the half-centimeter section of the neck. It is preliminarily inferred that the murder weapon is a cloth strip or tie. The eyeballs and tongue protrude, and the face is bruised and swollen, which is consistent with his lesion. The edge of the neck section The skin was rolled up, and there were scratches on the cut surface of the cervical vertebrae. Lubricating oil was extracted from the residue, and it was preliminarily inferred that the murder weapon for dismembering the corpse was an agricultural chainsaw.”

Hearing this, Zhou De's tears welled up in his eyes, and it was obvious that he was still trying to suppress his sadness. After a pause for a few seconds, Mi Yue continued to report:

"In the surveillance video at the entrance of the Municipal Bureau, the suspect who dumped the body can be seen, but because the sky was dark and the suspect was wearing a black raincoat, useful information could not be identified. Marching through the old city in the north of the city."

The monitoring broadcast on the projector had already shown that the suspect walked into an alley in the old city and did not come out again. Everyone made a mistake.

Since this alley is the last old building in the old city, it can be called a dilapidated housing area. No one lives here, and the surveillance system is also in disrepair.

Once the suspect enters this alley, there are many exits around him, which will undoubtedly increase the difficulty of searching.

"Any other clues?" He Yuan asked.

No one in the conference room spoke, as if they were all carried away by Zhou De's sad mood. After a while, Miao Miao said:

"The monitoring at the gate of the Municipal Bureau, I'll call it up and I'll take a look."

The man in the black raincoat wandered around the screen again. Miao Miao stared at the screen tightly, unable to see what expression it was. After a few minutes, Miao Miao paused the screen and said:

"This person should have suffered a fracture in his left leg, or had a history of stroke. It can be seen that he walked to the left of the center and was a little bumpy."

He Yuan was taken aback, and played back the monitoring screen several times. After a long time, he tapped his finger on the table and said, "Immediately visit the deceased's interpersonal relationship, all bank card consumption records and recent visits, who have you met? You have to find out what you have eaten and who you are with in the end, pay special attention to whether you have contact with anyone with a problem with your left leg, and act!"

In the office of the detachment, He Yuan stood in front of the window, watching the rain that was getting heavier and heavier outside, took out a cigarette and was about to light it, when he accidentally caught a glimpse of Miao Miao downstairs. The drenched windbreaker was staring at the trash can in a daze.

He Yuan looked at the people downstairs with interest, and the people downstairs seemed to have noticed that someone was looking at them, raised their heads and met He Yuan's eyes, and then walked into the city bureau.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door of the detachment office, and He Yuan

Guess it should be Miao Miao.

When the door opened, it was Gao Chen.

Gao Chen came in without saying a word, and directly handed the phone to He Yuan, asking him to answer the call.

"Hey, Boss, I'm Dongjie. I'm at Zhou Kangming's house right now. This should be the first scene. Come and take a look. It's too horrible!"

He Yuan hung up the phone, picked up his coat and walked out. Just two steps away, he remembered seeing Miao Miao sitting in a daze in the public office just now, so he asked Gao Chen to call him too.