to comfort the sun

Although Wang Longhai is dead, the murderer cannot be determined based on his words, and various evidences are needed to support the facts.

So as soon as Sun Fuzhou went to work, he was sent by Liu Chenglin to the field to investigate the dormitory where Wang Longhai lived before his death.Then, it turned into him standing at the back door of the dark beer club, staring at a street tree.

He touched the rough bark, and there was a piece of inconspicuous splicing marks on it. A small black "eye" was hidden in the trunk, and the pinhole camera that captured the corpse thrower was here.

"Vice Sun, shouldn't we go there?" The person who spoke was a familiar face, and his characteristic eight-character eyebrows were tightly frowning.

They had been wandering around the trees on this road for more than ten minutes, but the business they should be doing was put aside, and there was no instruction, so he could only follow silently.

"Don't worry." Sun Fuzhou patted the trunk, pointed to the front of the tree and said, "Xiaozheng, squat here and look in that direction."

The eight-character eyebrow is called Xiao Zheng. Because of the homonym, he is often called Xiao Zheng. Over time, it has become what everyone calls him.

Xiao Zheng's square face wrinkled together, obviously reluctant, but he did as he did.

He looked at it for a long time, and finally realized something: "Is this the surveillance I watched yesterday?"

"That's right." Sun Fuzhou had a childish expression on his face, "Then what do you think this surveillance camera is here for?"

"Shoot..." Xiao Zheng moved his sore legs, wanting to see the scenery in front of him thoroughly, "The entrance of the dormitory building?"

"Stand up." Sun Fuzhou reached out and pulled him up, "Think about the surveillance you saw yesterday. If it was to take pictures of the door of the dormitory, wouldn't it be better to put it on the tree in front of you?"

Xiao Zheng thought about what he said, and it was true: "Then it is photographing people passing by this back door?"

Sun Fuzhou couldn't hold back and raised his hand and gave him a shudder: "Give your brain some oil and go around. What's the point of just taking pictures of the lower body? You know people by staring at the crotch?"

Xiao Zheng shrunk his neck, raised his hand and scratched the top of his head that had just been violently hit. Hearing his words, he couldn't help but smile innocently.

With his hands behind his back, Sun Fuzhou walked to the tree where the camera was installed, raised his hand and pointed straight ahead: "It's taking pictures of that wall."

Especially the base of that wall.

The shape of the clubhouse is a four-story single-family shop. The building next door is separated from it, and it is made into a staff dormitory. There is a narrow gap between the buildings. Because there is a yard behind the clubhouse, the dormitory building is It is a section longer than the clubhouse, just forming an included angle.

As an employee of the clubhouse, I must know where the surveillance probes in my store are, and I am familiar with them by heart. The same is true inside and outside the dormitory building.But what if you want to do something shameful?

They will find a monitoring blind spot, which is similar to when they were in school. The side of the teaching building is usually a blind spot, which becomes a secret base for male students to secretly fight and smoke. Instead, it is the root of the wall.

Xiao Zheng concluded with a very tongue-in-cheek sentence: "...This surveillance is for taking pictures of places that cannot be photographed by other surveillance?"

Sun Fuzhou gritted his teeth and nodded: "Almost, that's what it means."

After figuring out the meaning of this hidden camera, Sun Fuzhou finally felt relieved to get down to business.

The decoration of the dormitory building is very simple, but it can be seen that the inside and outside of the building are newly painted, the white walls are still white and cold, only the place near the ground is yellowish, the red stair handrails are polished, and the color is still the same. Bright and dazzling.

Wang Longhai’s dormitory is at the top of the second floor. The first two days were Chinese New Year, and the store was closed for rectification. There was no one in the dormitory. Most of the rooms had their doors closed, and only a few rooms were half-open. There are still people working inside.

This situation should be some homeless people.

Sun Fuzhou walked very slowly, and the corridor was not too long, which made him feel like he had traveled thousands of miles. He looked at almost every door.

Xiao Zheng also looked at it, but even after staring at it, he didn't see anything strange.

Some employees noticed him as an outsider, and shouted at him if they disagreed, "Who are you, how did you get in?"

Before Sun Fuzhou could make a move, Xiao Zheng first showed his police ID, and his tone was more fierce than his: "Police, those who handle the case, don't join in the fun without your business."

Seeing that it was a policeman, he was decisively discouraged. The man grabbed the door and saw it was about to be closed: "I said it earlier, you check it slowly, so I won't disturb you."

"Wait!" Sun Fuzhou resisted the door that was about to close, "I have something I want to know about you."

The man had a bitter face, very embarrassed: "What do I need to know? I'm new here, what can I know..."

"It's okay, don't be nervous, let's smoke a cigarette." Sun Fuzhou leaned against the door to prevent him from closing it, put on a smiling face, and purposely took a pack of soft drinks that he had given off at the annual meeting of the Municipal Bureau before.

More than 100 cigarettes, he is reluctant to smoke.

The man took the cigarette hesitantly, and finally he didn't resist so much: "...All right, then you can stand here and ask."

After all, these days, curiosity is enough to join in the fun, but it is not worth it to make a show just to join in the fun.

"Okay." Sun Fuzhou put on a friendly attitude with his brothers, and helped him light a cigarette, "You should know what we are here to investigate. The one who died in Xishui yesterday was called Wang Longhai, do you know him?"

"Oh, Ah Hai, I know." The man frowned as he recalled this character, "I read on Weibo that he killed someone?"

"This matter is still being investigated, am I asking you about him?" Sun Fuzhou rejected his curiosity, "Have you had any contact with him?"

"What do you mean contact or not..." The man sneered, winking, "We're all colleagues, and we're not that familiar."

Sun Fuzhou sighed: "It's okay, I know you are not familiar, so you chat with me."

The man said: "I'm not in the same department as him. He's on the third floor and we don't have much contact with each other. But I heard that because of his drug use, the higher-ups want to let him go."

Sun Fuzhou was very surprised: "When did that happen?"

The man recalled: "Before the Chinese New Year, the manager talked to him, but I don't know what they talked about."

Sun Fuzhou nodded: "Do you all know about his drug use?"

"Some people have good ears, so I know." The man said, "Actually, Ah Hai doesn't play with us very much, he only knows how to make money. He said that he is saving tuition fees for his younger sister. His younger sister will be the first in the exam every year."

Sun Fuzhou suddenly thought of the little girl with big eyes, with low eyebrows and pleasing to the eyes, full of spirit. I heard that because of her obedience and integrity, there is no such bad habit of patriarchal in the family.

"According to what you said, he should be quite economical. Why would he touch that thing?" Sun Fuzhou crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame in a different position.

The man yawned lazily: "I heard that he got infected because he smoked extra cigarettes. He works part-time in many places, smoking and so on. How can we figure out who it is? We don't care. Anyway, we found out. It's been a while since."

After that the man has nothing to say.

Sun Fuzhou stared at the closed door in front of him, his heart turned a thousand times.There is always a voice next to his ear, clamoring, unusual!unusual!Check it out!Check it out!

I will check your uncle!

Sun Fuzhou cursed secretly, turned around and walked towards Wang Longhai's dormitory, this time he did not walk slowly, but strode like a star.

He knocked on the door, but no one answered, and the door was locked.

"I asked for the key from the administrator earlier." Xiao Zheng, who had been invisible for a long time, stood up in time and opened the door.

"Smart!" Sun Fuzhou patted him on the shoulder affirmatively.

Their dormitory is a four-person dormitory with iron bunk beds. There are two wooden tables in the center of the room. There is a six-grid iron cabinet against the wall for storing things. bathroom.

The sunshine outside the window was just right, and the crystal dust rolled up and down in the light. There was a person lying on the lower bunk near the door, wearing headphones, sleeping soundly.

Sun Fuzhou patted his face: "Hey, buddy, wake up."

The man muttered something, opened his eyes in a daze, raised his hand and took off his earphones: "Who the hell are you?"

Sun Fuzhou didn't move again, Xiao Zheng skillfully threw out the notebook.

The man blinked blankly, and then realized: "Oh! Comrade policeman, you want to see Wang Longhai's stuff, right? No one has moved, and they are all there, right at the bottom left."

Sun Fuzhou smiled at him, and lit another cigarette: "Okay, please, don't sleep, and talk to us later."

The man took the cigarette with a row of noodles and thanked him two or three times.

Sun Fuzhou found the cabinet belonging to Wang Longhai according to what he said, and locked the side.

Wang Longhai's roommate touched his head and said, "I'm sorry, I don't know where his keys are."

Xiao Zheng did the same.

"Okay, I'll do it." Sun Fuzhou fumbled under the briefcase for a long time, and found a long and thin steel wire.Then he familiarly poked the wire into the keyhole a few times, squeezed the lock, shook it, pulled it, and it opened.

Not only Wang Longhai's roommate who was watching, but even Xiao Zheng was shocked. What kind of TV drama plot is this?Lockpicking is not a compulsory course, is it?

Sun Fuzhou didn't pay attention to their shock. He threw the things in his hands on the ground, squatted in front of the cabinet, grabbed the door, and began to pick at the things inside—two literature on the street with nothing to look at. , an iron box with messy little things, a hard-shell notebook with a pen in it, and a bunch of keys.

Except for clothes and daily necessities, these are all his secrets.

Wang Longhai's roommate, who claimed to be A Lin, picked up the two literature stalls, grinned and said, "Hey, he reads these two books every day, and he doesn't know what they see."

Sun Fuzhou glanced at the titles of the books - "How to Be a Successful Man" and "How to Survive in Society". From the titles, he knew that there was nothing nutritious. Maybe the person who wrote these books hadn't even figured out how to live. , I rushed to teach others.

Sun Fuzhou opened the tinkling tin box, and a luxury car logo fell out of it.

Ah Lin leaned over again: "It's nothing, Rolls-Royce! Ah Hai said that he used to be a car washer, because he accidentally washed off the car logo once, and was fired, it might be this logo. "

Sun Fuzhou put away the car badge: "You two have a good relationship, don't you?"

Alin scratched his head in embarrassment, looking like he wanted to get rid of it but couldn't get it out: "It's not very good, we are classmates in junior high school, he dropped out of school a semester earlier than me, I also saw that he earns a lot , and then came to the city."

Sun Fuzhou asked: "Then do you know about his drug use?"

Ah Lin hesitated to speak, and finally said ambiguously: "You know..."

Sun Fuzhou glared at him: "What do you mean knowing? If you know it, just say you know it."

Xiao Zheng also gave him a tacit understanding.

Alin smiled embarrassingly: "I also heard that he didn't smoke in the dormitory. Although he lived together, he didn't talk much, and he took a part-time job when he had time. Before, we were just guessing. It was only after we found him that we felt it was true.”

Alarm bells rang in Sun Fuzhou's heart: "Shen Yuan is looking for him?"

Alin said: "It should be fired. The manager said that opium smoking is not allowed in the store."

Sun Fuzhou lowered his head in silence, stretched his tingling legs, picked up the hard-shell notebook and flipped through it—this should be an account book, the cover was severely worn, and the pages of the book were all rolled up.There are a bunch of numbers written in an orderly manner in the notebook, but there is no beginning, no end, no date, and no idea what is what.

Some of them have a yellow mark on the page number for unknown reasons.

Looking at it in general, Sun Fuzhou can only tell that the plus sign is income, and the minus sign is expenditure. From the beginning, the income was greater than the expenditure, and later the expenditure was greater than the income.

It actually confirmed the fact that Wang Longhai was heavily in debt, but what Sun Fuzhou couldn't figure out was, who was the borrower?

Wang Longhai owed a lot of money, even if Huang Xiaoshan had the ability to borrow it, he didn't have the heart to borrow it, right?Who knows if it will be returned.

At this time, there were regular footsteps coming from the corridor outside, not light or heavy, neither rush nor slow, from far to near, and stepped over the threshold in the middle, and finally stopped behind him.

A Lin was the first to turn around, and when he saw the person coming, he was startled, jumped onto the bed like a student being checked, rolled up his messy bedding, and shouted respectfully: "Brother Shen!"

Sun Fuzhou was very calm about his arrival, as if he had expected it long ago, he calmly stood up holding his notebook.

However, after squatting for a long time, his legs were numb from squatting. He softened his knees just as he stood upright to avoid damaging the notebook. He subconsciously opened his arms, twirled his toes, and rushed towards Shen Yuan. past.

Shen Yuan: ...?

He smiled wryly: "...Brother, give me a hug?"