to comfort the sun

According to Luo Jun's confession, they didn't know that Huang Xiaoshan had a room in the hotel next door, so that night, they naturally stopped a black car for the delirious Huang Xiaoshan on the side of the road.

The monitoring on the small road outside the clubhouse also confirmed this.

Although by the time the police found the car, the car had been abandoned in the wilderness for several days, and even the wild cats had nested in the car.

There was no trace left by the murderer in the car, only Huang Xiaoshan's vomit remained in the back seat.His fingerprints could be extracted from the car doors and windows, and there was a little dragged blood on the seat. Other than that, there was no trace of resistance. It is conceivable that when Huang Xiaoshan was finally dragged out of the car, he was state of unconsciousness.

In order to confirm the specific trajectory of this car, Sun Fuzhou and Liu Chenglin stayed in the video analysis room all morning, adjusted the surveillance cameras at dozens of intersections, and barely pieced together the approximate route.

This car was stolen in Xishui District, then went around from Xishui District to South China District, then turned a corner and drove to Beichao District, and finally disappeared from the surveillance screen. The place where the car was abandoned was only 200 meters away from the surveillance In an unfinished building in Mi Yuan.

Finally, Sun Fuzhou held the map of Xicheng and looked at the long red line on it, he was almost speechless.

Looking at the screen again, a man who was tightly wrapped from head to toe, even his hands, was magnified and fixed on the screen. Even the only eye that was exposed outside was wearing a pair of glasses. Props brought to conceal one's identity.

In fact, during the Chinese New Year, there are security checks on many road sections. If you run into one, you will inevitably have to take off his disguise. Coincidentally, the murderer has avoided it. He can figure out everything.

Sun Fuzhou wished he could rush into the screen and pull off his mask and hat with his own hands.

This road is impassable for the time being, Sun Fuzhou bit the dead skin on his lips, with a troubled expression on his face: "I still think Huang Xiaoshan's reason for going to the club is very strange, have you checked his communication records?"

Liu Chenglin swiftly packed the takeaway boxes on the table into a trash bag: "I checked earlier, there are two black numbers that cannot be traced back, and they only called for less than a minute."

Sun Fuzhou bit the skin of his mouth all the way, and hissed in pain: "...Then where should we check now?"

Liu Chenglin leaned the garbage bag against the leg of his stool: "It would be great if we could find the scene of the crime."

"You mean the first scene?" Sun Fuzhou scratched his chin, "Could it be in the Beichao District?"

After all, both the victim and the murderer disappeared there.

Liu Chenglin dismissed his thoughts: "Without a search warrant, can't you search house by house?"

After the heavy snow, just two days after it cleared, the clouds piled up again, covering the sky tightly like layers of bedding, accompanied by gusts of wind, every household closed the windows tightly, and the red plastic The cloth is swaying, like a flag representing the Spring Festival.

Low buildings stood on both sides of the alley, and the pages of the small advertisements were drooping, and the sound was blown by the wind, and the sound was scattered in the alley.

Yawning, Sun Fuzhou tore off the white advertising paper with only one corner sticking to the telephone pole with one hand, then propped up the wall, raised his legs, and wiped the mud on his trouser legs - if he had known, he would have He came out wearing duty pants.

After watching the surveillance yesterday, they led people to conduct a carpet search around Beichao District for a whole day. The criminal policemen were so tired that they were dizzy and found nothing, so they had to disband on the spot.

So early this morning, Liu Chenglin temporarily decided to change the direction of the investigation. Others should visit and investigate, and the two of them tried to find a breakthrough from another apprentice of Huang Mao.

This little apprentice is different from Luo Jun, he is just a student at school. For this reason, they specially put on a dignified police uniform, hoping to exert psychological pressure invisibly.

A criminal policeman had contacted this kid before, and the feedback was that he was an ignorant and rebellious young man. On the night Huang Mao died, he played games at home all night, and finally emphasized that his attitude towards the police was extremely bad.

"Unit three, building one... here." Liu Chenglin looked around from downstairs to downstairs, and finally found his destination.

Sun Fuzhou raised his head and squinted his eyes to count the number of floors: "Did you say hello in advance?"

Liu Chenglin walked in front: "I said hello, and the kid is alone at home...here."

Sun Fuzhou, who buried his head upstairs, raised his head abruptly—there was an iron door and a wooden door, which were of the style several years ago, with almost no sound insulation. The hysterical crying of the heroine of the TV series could be clearly heard outside.

As soon as he knocked on the door, the wooden door inside opened in response. A boy dressed in a very punk motorcycle, cool, cool and dark mix-and-match looked indifferently and dejectedly through the gap in the iron door railing, and his eyes turned back and forth between the two of them.

Liu Chenglin showed his police officer certificate in a businesslike manner: "Hello, can we chat?"

Zhou Li moved closer, and carefully memorized the number on the police officer's ID in his heart, and then opened the door to let them in.The boy was very defensive and distrusted them extremely. He sized them up countless times as soon as he entered the door. Sun Fuzhou wondered if he was about to be stared at.

Liu Chenglin finished the general inspection of the house without making a sound, and then started chatting and asked, "Where are your family members?"

This Zhou Li doesn't look very good, but he is in the forefront of the fashion trend. He spreads himself on the single sofa, and his movements are more skillful than Sun Fuzhou's.

He lazily said: "My parents have gone to work, and my grandparents are still visiting relatives in the countryside, so I can't come back."

When chatting with students, Liu Chenglin will use a tactful and roundabout way of dealing with them, first to take their trust, and then to get the words out of their mouths, and strive to establish the image of a stalwart and tall people's policeman.

However, Zhou Li is not a kid who respects the police uncle. Like every adolescent rebellious boy, he expresses his rebellious psychology to the fullest.

After Liu Chenglin chatted a few words with him, the boy finally exploded: "No, what exactly are you asking? You're like a bitch, chattering."

Girls? Liu has the patience and good manners to not get mad at teenagers.

But man? Sun is different. He put on a rogue-like posture, shaking his legs: "You say your small mouth looks like it's been wiped, why don't we have a cup of tea in another place?"

Zhou Li looked at him warily: "Where should I change?"

Sun Fuzhou said with a smile: "Back to the game, we still have the right to invite you to play for a day."

No one wants to go to the bureau to drink tea during the Chinese New Year. Zhou Li's arrogance subsided a little, followed by a look of impatience: "No, you all have to ask, I have to do my homework after the question."

Listen to this bullshit.

Liu Chenglin also knew that detours were useless, so he showed Huang Xiaoshan's photo to confirm for him as usual: "Do you know him?"

Zhou Li said, "I know."

Liu Chenglin asked: "How did you know each other?"

Zhou Li pursed his lips: "We met each other while playing games together in an Internet cafe."

Liu Chenglin covered the photo with the reverse side: "What do you think of Huang Xiaoshan?"

Zhou Li's legs were sprawled, and he was seated: "It's okay, I'm very righteous, willing to stand out, I have nothing to say about being a man, but... I'm a little stingy, sometimes even if we borrow one or twenty yuan, we don't pay it back. "

"On the night of the 23rd, why did Huang Xiaoshan ask you to drink?"

"Let's say it's almost Chinese New Year, let's get together." Zhou Li said, "No, is there a reason for drinking? Usually we think of it and go out for a drink together. There's nothing wrong with that."

Liu Chenglin suddenly remembered the driver of the black car, and asked, "Luo Jun said, after Huang Xiaoshan was drunk, it was the two of you who stopped the car for him. Do you remember what the driver looked like?"

Zhou Li fell into confusion after listening.

To be honest, all three of them drank too much that night, and Luo Jun didn't even pay attention to whether the driver was a man or a woman, which shows how drunk he became.But Zhou Li was a little better than the two drunks, because the parents were at home and didn't dare to get drunk, and they still kept a few sober minds.

When Liu Chenglin mentioned the driver at this moment, he finally remembered what was wrong, but he didn't dare to go into too much detail for fear of making mistakes, so he had to summarize: "The driver was still wearing a mask in the car, and he said it was because of the heating in the car. He caught a cold, and seeing that Huang Mao drank too much, he even brought a bottle of water for us to feed him so that he wouldn't vomit in the car."

Yoo Seung Rin asked, "Can you describe the driver?"

Zhou Li was embarrassed and said: "How can I describe this? With so many bags, and the face can't be seen clearly, I know it's a man... Hearing the voice, it's muffled, but he should be quite young... No, You can't watch the surveillance, why ask me?"

Nonsense, if the monitoring can be seen, it is still necessary to ask you?

Sun Fuzhou didn't like this kid who didn't want to talk too much, as if he wanted to get himself out of the case.

The questioning session hit a dead end.

Sun Fuzhou poked Liu Chenglin's back with his elbow, signaling for a change.

He bent his body and grabbed a handful of melon seeds from Longfeng Chengxiang's fruit box: "Child, let me ask you a person, have you met... or heard of Wang Longhai?"

Zhou Li had a bad impression of him. When he saw that he was speaking, his expression changed, and the thorns all over his body quietly stood up: "I haven't heard of it."

They had asked Chen Yang the same thing a long time ago, and the latter also said that he didn't know or didn't know.

"Look carefully, do you have any impression of this person?" Sun Fuzhou couldn't stop here, so he directly took out Wang Longhai's photo and lined it up with Huang Xiaoshan's photo.

Zhou Li stared at the photo for a long time before hesitatingly said: "I, I can't remember."

Sun Fuzhou cracked the melon seeds: "Chen Chen said that he often buys from Huang Mao, have you never seen it?"

Zhou Li stared at him as if he was facing an enemy: "What? I don't know."

Sun Fuzhou looked at this little kid who had been trying so hard to pretend to be an adult with a funny face, even though he learned how others recognized his elder brother, learned to drink like drinking water, and learned to look foolish and fearless in everything, he still couldn't conceal that he was a little boy. Fart kid facts.

No experience, no guts, just a paper shell.

Sun Fuzhou tipped the melon seed shell in his hand, and it fell into the empty trash can with a clatter. He patted off the dregs sticking to the palm of his hand: "It's okay, you know that Chen Chen was arrested by us, right? Because of taking drugs, what? It's all over, anyway, the main culprit, Huang Mao, is dead, and his death has nothing to do with you, we just asked you to confirm, so as not to disturb you in the future, but the premise is that you have to cooperate, right?"

"I'll cooperate." Zhou Li was really taken aback. He was afraid that Chen Yang would really recruit something, so he didn't dare to say anything. You said this person, I seem to have seen him before, but his name is not Wang Longhai."

Sun Fuzhou pursed his lips and smiled triumphantly.

According to Zhou Li, about two weeks ago, Wang Longhai used the pseudonym Zhou Hai, and met at the Little Bee Internet Cafe, but he was too hasty to say anything, only knowing that he was here to pay back the money.

Sun Fuzhou asked: "How much does he owe?"

Zhou Li kept drinking water: "I really don't know."

While he was constantly holding the cup, Sun Fuzhou noticed that the back of his hand had injuries similar to those of Luo Jun.

Sun Fuzhou subconsciously withdrew his foot, as if the toe injured two days ago was still aching.

Sun Fuzhou just wanted to say: "Your hand..." Did Shen Yuan do it?

But before he could finish his sentence, Zhou Li shook his hand, and the water splashed all over his body.

While scolding his mother, Zhou Li quickly stood up and shook the water drops on his pants, and said embarrassingly, "I'm going to change clothes..."

He left as if fleeing.

While Zhou Li locked himself in the bedroom, Sun Fuzhou whispered: "I don't think they are right."

As soon as they mentioned what happened in the clubhouse that night, both of them chose to sum it up. So did Luo Jun, and so did Zhou Li.

Liu Chenglin said calmly: "Then you can come up with some more words."

Sun Fuzhou rolled his eyes at him.

Soon, Zhou Li changed into black pants with ankles exposed, and slumped back on the single sofa, his expression as usual: "What did you just say?"

Sun Fuzhou grinned: "It's okay, the clubhouse Shen Yuan beat you up that day, right? The boss of that clubhouse, who looks like a dog, has a tattoo on his arm, he doesn't look like a good person at first glance."

Zhou Li let out an ah, nodded, put his hands in his coat pockets, and put his two crossed legs together.

Sun Fuzhou said with a righteous face: "Well, even though this is your private matter, it is his fault if he did something. Whenever I ask him to apologize to you, or if you want compensation, I can help you. "

Zhou Li shook his head again and again: "No, no, it's our fault, we shouldn't hit that man..."

Sun Fuzhou smiled, very brightly, very brightly, and even made some noises—not a sneer, not a mockery, but a real uncontrollable laugh.

Sun Fuzhou wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and asked, "Why did you hit that man?"

Zhou Li smiled forcedly: "I just drank too much..."

"Really." Sun Fuzhou said seriously, "It's good to drink too much, and you can't remember things. Luo Jun said that Huang Mao molested the waiter, and you said that Huang Mao beat the waiter. Tell me, who drank too much?"

Zhou Li gritted his teeth, resolutely not to fall into the trap: "I beat that man."

Sun Fuzhou raised his eyebrows, he didn't expect that the two people would have inconsistent confessions on this matter: "Don't think I'm trying to trick you, it is clearly written in Luo Jun's record that Huang Mao molested the waitress, and then The waitress called the security guards, and you were found to have sneaked into the club, but you told me that it was because you beat a man?"

Zhou Li's eyes were puffed up, his lips were pursed, and the sound of swallowing was amplified in his head. He forced himself and Sun Fuzhou to look at each other, trying not to show a trace of dodge.

"Speak responsibly." Sun Fuzhou pointed to the law enforcement recorder on his chest, "Citizens have an obligation to cooperate with the police. If you blatantly refuse, the police have the right to determine that you are suspected of a crime. We wear police uniforms. Come, just to make you pay attention, I said, this matter has nothing to do with you, but you have repeatedly hindered our work..."

Sun Fuzhou could clearly see that in Zhou Li's eyes, the energy to prove his innocence disappeared all of a sudden. From the moment he got involved in these people's lives, he couldn't make his own choices. clean up.