to comfort the sun

Orange-pink curtains hang quietly on both sides, and outside is half a concrete wall and a gray sky.

With this as the background, Zhou Li sat awkwardly on the sofa and poured out all his unspeakable secrets.

"That Shen Yuan told us to say that." Zhou Li squeezed his thick eyebrows, and spoke quickly, "He brought people to beat us up because Huangmao was selling goods in his shop, but I I didn't expect Huangmao to die, but that night, the man surnamed Shen sent me a text message, if I don't do what he said, I will be like Huangmao!"

Zhou Li called out a text message and pushed it in front of the two of them.The date of the text message was the night of the 25th, the day Huang Xiaoshan's body was found.

The content of the text message was not considered a threat, but it was enough to scare Zhou Li.

Connecting the front and back, Sun Fuzhou felt his scalp go numb.

Maybe he knew that he couldn't pretend to be stupid anymore, so Zhou Li started to smash the pot and smashed it: "To be honest, I have never touched that thing. After all, I am still a student. When Huang Mao and Luo Jun were playing, I was outside. Look out, this matter has nothing to do with me at all, let me see, it might be that person surnamed Shen who did it."

Sun Fuzhou was taken aback for a moment, and then realized: "Why him?"

"Why else, let's ruin his business, if we don't punish him." Zhou Li pursed his lips, "Actually, Huang Mao went to the club to attract a big client. There are many rich people there, and they don't know how to bargain. I won't renege on my debt, but I didn't expect to be planted."

Sun Fuzhou tapped Wang Longhai's photo with his fingertips: "Is it Zhou Hai who helped you enter the club?"

Zhou Li said: "I didn't see him that day, but Huang Mao used my mobile phone to call a man named Ah Hai. It should be him. He owes Huang Mao a lot of money, and he will definitely help."

In the end Zhou Li half begged and half eagerly said: "I said this not because I wanted to be a witness. If the man surnamed Shen is really the murderer, please don't say that I said it!"

Sun Fuzhou could imagine that these three young people, with their gorgeous fantasies, used a shady trick to sneak into another kind of life circle that did not belong to them, the so-called rich people, because they were envious of their well-dressed clothes. , I envy them for their generous spending, and envy them for living confidently.

So they had a crooked idea, but they were too unlucky, and before they could realize it, they were caught off guard by reality.

The other two important supporting roles, Wang Longhai is their kind, in Huangmao's career, he exists like a behind-the-scenes pusher; Shen Yuan is their longing target, this high-ranking insider may not even have their faces remember.

But it seems that their motives are not enough to commit murder and dismemberment.

In the World Trade Center, Xishui District, Xicheng, the desolate silence of winter was driven away by the boiling voices, and the advertising screen scrolled the luxury goods advertisements of the hottest male stars.

In the nineteen-storey annex building, a man was going up in an elevator full of people. He looked at the numbers on the monitor that kept climbing, and his palms were already sticky. Every time he reached a floor, he would leave the elevator. One or two people went out, until the No.19 floor, the elevator was already empty.

Since the building was built, it has been greeted and sent every day. From dawn to moonrise, it stands quietly on this land. Now, a young man climbs on top of it and overlooks the bustling city. City.

The man is very young, with healthy wheat-colored skin, not small in stature, but very thin, with sunken cheeks, dry lips like cracked riverbeds, and every lip line is a ravine.

He stood behind the half-person-high fence, tiptoed, stretched his neck and glanced down. The dense crowd underneath looked like a colony of ants, and this building was a huge ant nest. stand firm.

The unsheltered roof was not often cleaned, and there was sewage with algae growing under the wall. He was kneeling on it with one leg, and the cold damp seeped into the fabric, which also slightly irritated his nerves.

He took out his mobile phone from his pocket, as if he had sensed it, several unsigned messages came one after another.Everything reminded him that there was no way out.

The dizziness after taking drugs still remained in his head, his legs were shaking weakly, walking from one end to the other, he thought that he would not hit pedestrians here.The man mustered up his courage again and looked towards the heel of the building, but this time it was no longer a dense colony of ants, only the endless sky.

The wind flowed past his ears, and the glass dome was shattered. The man still looked at the sky, but his eyes were only gray.

"At five o'clock this afternoon, a young man fell from the roof of the World Trade Center sub-building to the sky garden on the fifth floor and died on the spot. At present, the police have cordoned off the scene and are confirming the identity of the deceased. It is understood that the man had been in the elevator. I've been wandering around for a long time..." On the car radio, the gentle female anchor was reading the script unemotionally.

The driver in the driver's seat claims to have 30 years of driving experience. When turning corners, he always puts on an air that makes people mistakenly believe that he is going to be elegant. , almost wiped out Sun Fuzhou's mouth.

Also because he was wearing a police uniform, the case was discussed.

What he said was straightforward.

After leaving Zhou Li's house, Liu Chenglin wanted to go back to the bureau and try Luo Jun again based on Zhou Li's confession.Anyway, work reports are always sorted out at home, so Sun Fuzhou took advantage of the time to get off work and ran away decisively.

However, the consequence of not loving work is turning a corner on the way home to work overtime.

Originally, this case was within the management scope of the branch bureau, but it was said that it was a suicide and had nothing to do with the city bureau.But as luck would have it, when the people from the sub-bureau were arranging the body, they found a suicide note from the man, and as soon as the content was spread out, good guy, the "[-] corpse case" was solved directly - the murderer committed suicide in fear of crime!

Search again—he has an ID card on him, his surname is Wang and his name is Long Hai.

It was the first time for Sun Fuzhou to work overtime so willingly. He must pay his respects to this murderer who had the courage to blow himself up.

At the scene of the crime, another 30-meter cordon was pulled out. The personnel of the forensic team and the physical and chemical inspection team had already gone in and checked out. The corpse had already been loaded into the funeral car. Sun Fuzhou held the police officer The card squeezed in to pay homage to the remains.

This man named Wang Longhai made his grand debut in front of the police by committing suicide two days after he disappeared.

The deceased jumped from the [-]th floor and hit the glass roof of the sky garden on the [-]th floor. The [-] cm thick glass was cracked. Sun Fuzhou stood on the [-]th floor and looked down, his legs were weak. It was hard to imagine how Wang Longhai stood on the nineteenth floor rooftop.

"Ouch, Captain Huang, we meet again." Sun Fuzhou greeted the familiar face in front of him.

Huang Wei also greeted him kindly: "Vice Captain Sun, is this Wang Longhai the murderer of the corpse case??"

Sun Fuzhou sighed: "I was just suspicious at first, but now it's good, I will deliver it to my door."

Huang Wei also sighed: "The suicide note said that since he killed someone, he has always had a disturbed conscience, and he has been heavily in debt because of drug addiction, and he has nowhere to go... You said, if you knew this before, why did you do it in the first place? Live well, What can't be solved?"

Sun Fuzhou turned around twice at the place where Wang Longhai slammed down with his hands behind his back. The scarlet blood was still wet, and there seemed to be a bloody smell in the air.

The sun has been below the horizon for a long time, and the peripheral vision seems to be unable to hold it anymore, and the sky is gradually being blackened by the twilight.

Wang Longhai wrote in his suicide note that when he first came into contact with drugs, he ignorantly thought that it was just a consumable product like cigarettes. Only once, he was greedy for this item, which could give his body and soul a temporary rest. .

Sun Fuzhou sat in front of the computer, frowning with a cigarette between his fingers, and slowly typed out the words "report to solve the case".

With the murderer's "confession", combined with the various circumstantial evidence they obtained before, the case can be said to be closed to a certain extent.

Liu Chenglin took a stack of paperwork reports that had just been completed with various chapters, and put them on his desk: "Do you feel relieved now?"

Sun Fuzhou hummed, not understanding what he meant.

Liu Chenglin said: "Ju Wu just lost his temper and said that if we had found out about Wang Longhai one day earlier, we wouldn't have sent so many drafts to the media today."

Sun Fuzhou snorted: "Who knew that since this kid dared to kill people, his psychological quality was so poor."

Liu Chenglin added: "Wang Longhai has been hiding in an unfinished building for the past two days. The murder weapon mentioned in the suicide note is also there. I asked Li Ru and Qiu Yun to get it."

Sun Fuzhou hummed lightly, but his eyes kept wandering on the blank document with only one line of title on the screen.

"Okay, you can write the report tomorrow." Liu Chenglin reached out and closed his file, "The key evidence is missing, what's the use of writing this now?"

"What are you doing?" Sun Fuzhou looked at him dissatisfied, "Wang Longhai has already resorted to it himself, isn't the murder weapon on his way back, what else is there to investigate?"

Liu Chenglin's temper has always been restrained, just like now, he just asked plainly: "Do you really think there is nothing to investigate?"

Sun Fuzhou nodded: "Yes."

It has only been three days since the case was received by the police and today. During these three days, they not only investigated the case, but also investigated the case. Huang Xiaoshan's parents were making trouble inside the bureau, the media outside the bureau were watching, and the leaders were there. One phone call.

If you do it well, it’s what you should do. If you don’t do it well, it’s just a matter of hats being buckled down.

Liu Chenglin is the captain and the person in charge of the case. If the hat is really going to come down, he will be the first to put it on his head.

So Sun Fuzhou couldn't figure out why he wasn't willing to close the case.

The two of them neither quarreled nor fought, but they still broke up. Sun Fuzhou suppressed his anger, reopened the document, and wrote the title of the petition report.

Then it was gone and then.

At this moment, a little comrade with a splayed eyebrow walked up to him and shouted, "Deputy Sun."

Sun Fuzhou saw that this person looked familiar, but he really couldn't remember his name: "What's wrong?"

The eight-character eyebrow handed over a USB flash drive and scratched the back of his head: "I have finished watching the video you let me watch. There are four files and four camera positions in total. One of the hidden cameras captured the one-two-five case, and discarded the second one." The person who boxed the corpse, would you like to take a look?"

Sun Fuzhou stared at him blankly, he didn't know what to say for a while, so he nodded at him, and stepped back to let him operate his computer.

Comrade Ba Zimei is an auxiliary policeman, and he likes to keep his mouth tightly shut when doing things, like a little old man.

After importing the file, the eight-character eyebrow pointed to the video on the screen and said, "Look, it's about this time period. Unfortunately, the angle of view is a bit off, and the whole body was not captured."

The angle of view of the entire video is very low, probably only reaching the waist of an adult. The camera is facing the gate of the first floor of the staff dormitory not far away, and one-third of the screen is occupied by a green leather trash can.

According to the distance, the camera should be installed on the trunk of a tree at the back door.

Sun Fuzhou really wanted to ask Shen Yuan, what does it mean to install a camera in this poor place?

The person who dumped the body appeared at [-]:[-], wearing black clothes, black trousers, dark green rain boots, and white construction gloves. He was holding a suitcase in his left hand and a black plastic bag in his right. The suitcase was casually leaned against the side of the trash can, and the black plastic bag containing the head was switched from his right hand to his left, and then he threw it into the trash.

There is another detail in the video that cannot be ignored. In the lower left corner of the screen, in the gap between the video frame and the trash can, there is something that looks like a car taillight flashing, but its proportion in the screen is too small to be real. Give more useful information.

Sun Fuzhou's eyes flickered, and the cries of Huang Xiaoshan's parents came from the first floor again, hysterical, using the most vicious words to curse the dead Wang Longhai.

In the end, Sun Fuzhou let the eight-character eyebrows leave, and said something like coping: "The picture is not complete, so it doesn't explain anything."

The eight-character eyebrow pursed his lips again, took a last look at the surveillance camera, and left without saying a word.

He is just a small auxiliary policeman, not even a staff member, so he has no right to speak here.

It was another lively day in the lounge on the first floor, and Sun Fuzhou rushed downstairs, his brain was swollen by Huang Xiaoshan's shrill voice, and his face was extremely ugly.

Sun Fuzhou rushed all the way to the reception room of the family members, and he slapped open the iron door: "What are you arguing about..."

The last word "noisy" hung in his throat, he couldn't get up and down, he stared blankly at the people in the room, and the people in the room also looked at him.

The bucket on the water dispenser spit out a playful bubble.

"Brother, I saw you running here as soon as I entered the door. Are you anxious to see your wife?" Li Ru appeared out of nowhere and hooked his neck from behind, with a dusty smell on his body, " Let me tell you, I'm almost exhausted today, the surname Liu asked me to go to Wang Longhai's house to have a look, I was halfway there, and turned around and told me to find some murder weapon, that's fine, and I finally got this one Dao, asked me to pick up a little girl again, and drove to the school. The classmate said that she left with a boy, and said she was her boyfriend. I really... um? Why don’t you talk? "

Sun Fuzhou turned his head away with difficulty, and raised his chin towards the door: "Is that the girl Liu Chenglin told you to look for?"