to comfort the sun

Early the next morning, Sun Fuzhou reported to the hospital on time with his lunch box in hand.

According to the tip-off from his undercover nurse, Shen Yuan came back in the middle of the night with something in his hand.

When Sun Fuzhou arrived at the hospital, Shen Yuan was still asleep, his eyes were still blue and gray, his breathing was soft and even, and his sleeping position was curled up obediently.However, his sleep was too shallow. Just as Sun Fuzhou put down the lunch box in his hand, he opened his eyes in a daze and woke up.

Shen Yuan stretched out his hand from under the quilt, warmly, grabbed Sun Fuzhou's wrist, borrowed his strength to sit up, and said in a rustling voice, "...Why did Team Sun come so early today?"

Sun Fuzhou froze indistinctly, and then comforted himself in his heart, hoping he wasn't noticed.

He lowered his head and opened the lunch boxes one by one, and what he bought were ordinary soy milk fritters.Sun Fuzhou said in a half-joking tone: "Isn't it afraid that you are hungry?"

For two days in a row, he managed to figure out Shen Yuan's tastes - in general, in one sentence: not picky eaters, easy to feed.

Shen Yuan glanced at him thoughtfully, then retracted his gaze, and slowly lifted the quilt, intending to get out of bed.

Seeing this, Sun Fuzhou quickly reached out to help: "Where are you going?"

Shen Yuan brushed him away inadvertently, raised the waist of his trousers, and smiled meaningfully at him: "Go to the toilet, do you want to help me?"

Sun Fuzhou has long been used to this person's occasional sarcasm, so he immediately answered: "Okay, I'll help you, don't blame me if you break it."

Although he said so, in the next second, Sun Fuzhou calmly sat back on the chair, and didn't intend to actually practice it.

Shen Yuan's legs had already recovered a lot, and he walked steadily, he didn't know what he was doing in the hospital.

Another uncle in the ward suffered a broken leg and had his plaster cast removed yesterday. He was surrounded by his family and left the hospital early this morning. The ward was empty and quite deserted.In contrast, Shen Yuan's file stated that he was an orphan, and only Sun Fuzhou was busy in front of him every day.

Thinking of this, he rolled his eyelids and twitched the corners of his mouth unnaturally—whenever he became a servant.

Shen Yuan's few daily necessities are placed on the bedside table of the hospital bed, which can be seen at a glance.

The little nurse said what Shen Yuan brought back yesterday, Sun Fuzhou naturally wanted to find out.There is only one layer of drawers in the bedside table, and a set of clothes is neatly placed inside.He stretched out his hand and pressed the surface, but he didn't feel any real feeling, so he opened two layers of corners, and there was nothing hidden inside.

When Shen Yuan returned to the ward, Sun Fuzhou had already left and left him a text message.

The lunch box was re-covered before Sun Fuzhou left, and the water vapor condensed on the lid, some of which fell to the table, turning into water stains.

Shen Yuan walked to the side of the bed, pulled the lunch boxes over and straightened them one by one, and unhurriedly lifted off the plastic cover.

The little nurse purposely wandered around the ward area before her shift. When she walked to the door, she saw him sitting by the bed, her eyes rolling around, and she walked in tiptoe: "Would you like breakfast?"

Shen Yuan took a sip of soy milk leisurely and nodded.

The little nurse turned around beside his bed: "Where did you go yesterday?"

Shen Yuan looked up at her, and tilted his head puzzledly: "Why do you ask this?"

The little nurse straightened her body: "Just ask, why are you a patient, don't come back so late next time."

Shen Yuan said suspiciously: "Don't worry, the doctor said that the stitches will be removed tomorrow, and it won't last for a few days."

"Are you going to be discharged from the hospital?" The little nurse was a little surprised, "Go home after you are discharged from the hospital?"

"if not?"

I don't know if it's a delusion, but Shen Yuan always felt that the nurse was a little weird today - she paid too much attention to him.

The little nurse shook her arm and turned half a circle on the spot: "Hi. That's good. You don't need to be hospitalized. Of course, it's still comfortable at home."

"Why, don't you want me?" Shen Yuan took a bite of the fritters, lowered his head and swiped his phone, said intentionally or unintentionally, "But, you know, I have a boyfriend, you have no chance."

The little nurse slightly bent the knee of her left leg, moved her center of gravity to the right, and leaned against the wall, trying to be as relaxed as possible: "Although you are handsome, our orientation is not suitable, and your boyfriend is so nice to you, you were still in the middle of the night last night." ..."

Realizing that she had accidentally slipped her mouth, the little nurse's words stopped immediately.

Shen Yuan took advantage of the situation and asked, "What else?"

The little nurse had an idea, and her ability to make up stories improved instantly: "I also... called to ask you if you slept well. Didn't you go out? I was afraid that you two would quarrel, so I told you that you slept well. "

Afraid that if she stayed any longer, she would even slip up, the little nurse immediately said a few perfunctory words and slipped away decisively.Shen Yuan stared at her back for a few seconds, a little lost in thought, and soon his gaze gradually turned downwards, shifting to the small piece of ground in front of the bedside table.

A small piece of confetti fell on the white tile floor, and the white against the white was inconspicuous.

Shen Yuan put down the breakfast in his hand, bent down and twisted up the small piece of paper scraps, then he raised his eyes again, looked at the drawer of the bedside table, and frowned.

·

As soon as they stepped into the city bureau, Qiao Dangren and Qiao refused to let the two brothers take Sun Fuzhou away at once, and called it a meeting.

In the conference room, there were only a few members of the task force, but soon, Wu Changhai also came. I thought he was here to guide the work, but I didn't expect that this man moved a bench and sat in the back to listen. Standing up, everyone present tensed up.

The meeting revolved around the new drug "white sugar" that the task force was investigating. On the podium, the entire whiteboard was covered with photos by Liu Chenglin, and the photos of several important people were specially marked.

The first is Dahei and Hua Ge.

As the keynote speaker, Liu Chenglin directly took a marker pen and made an annotation: "Dahei, whose real name is Song Biao; Hua Ge, whose real name is Liu Hua, besides operating their own industries, they are also subsidiaries of the Zhao Corporation— Shareholders of Chaoyang Real Estate, the two have a good relationship, and Dahei will often come and go to Brother Hua's bar. In the previous [-] corpse case, the deceased Huang Mao was Dahei's younger brother, and the other deceased and murderer Wang Longhai also had evidence It shows that he had contact with these two people before his death."

Qiao Dangren raised his hand and added: "In addition, we have not yet confirmed the information provided by the informant that there is a drug deal in the bar under Hua Ge's name."

Joe, the taciturn and practical brother, refused to distribute the stack of materials in order.

Sun Fuzhou took it, flicked through two pages and then didn't move.

"They are very sensitive to the actions of the police, and they are very wary." Liu Chenglin said, "Chaoyang Real Estate will transport sand and gravel from the water into the city every quarter, and the possibility of transferring drugs is very high. The bar is only a transit point, and the goods must be scattered. In the hands of each exporter, Luo Jun said that his connector is a man named Lao Gui, who is short, dark, and missing a front tooth, and often haunts the bar street in Beichao District. You and Qiu Yun go to inquire about contact."

Sun Fuzhou answered yes loudly.

Liu Chenglin pursed his mouth into a line, turned the tip of the pen in his hand, and turned to Huang Xiaoshan's photo.After the case was closed, Huang Xiaoshan's body was quickly cremated, and the ashes were taken home by his parents for burial the next day.

After many days, seeing this face again, Sun Fuzhou felt a little unreal.

Liu Chenglin deliberately juxtaposed the photos of Huang Xiaoshan and Wang Longhai, side by side, wondering if the two dead people in the spirit of the sky would find this scene funny.

Liu Chenglin put a question mark under the two photos: "We re-examined Huang Xiaoshan's autopsy report yesterday. I believe you all have the impression of the test results of the wound. The right hand stabbed downward with a hammer and a knife. The wound was inclined to the right, but The wounds formed by dismemberment tend to lean to the left, Wang Longhai's dominant hand is the right hand, even if he is sawing the corpse, there is no reason to switch to the unskilled left hand to hold tools."

Sun Fuzhou dug out the autopsy report, and indeed mentioned that the guess at the time was that the murderer used his left and right hands alternately, and the special nature of the hand-made wood saw blade tended to wobble during the cutting process, so this detail was not taken into consideration.

It wasn't until they took out the surveillance video of the body throwing that they brought it up again.

Liu Chenglin took out a photo and pasted it between the photos of Huang Xiaoshan and Wang Longhai, it was a strange man: "We found the body mutilation cases in Xicheng over the years in the case file, and in one case the fugitive murderer was a left-handed man. "

The man in the photo is staring at the camera sullenly, with tough facial features and an ordinary appearance, but judging from the muscle ratio of his shoulders and neck, he should be physically strong.

"Li Aicheng, the suspect in the case of killing his wife and dismembering his body in Xicheng in 09, a slaughterhouse worker, disappeared from his home in Liao District, north of Xicheng on the day of the incident, and has not heard from him since. The police suspect that the suspect may have fled to other provinces. He The method of dismembering the body after the murder is very similar to this case." Liu Chenglin dropped another bombshell while talking, "In addition to these two cases, we also called up some old cases in the past. From 09 to now, There were two cases of left-handed murder in the province, the bodies were damaged to a high degree, there was no connection between the dead, and the murderer has fled so far."

There was no sound in the meeting room, not to mention the needle falling on the ground, even the breathing was afraid of the sound being heavy.

Wu Changhai who was sitting in the back suddenly opened his mouth: "Speak briefly!"

Liu Chenglin paused for a moment: "...they must have bought someone to kill someone."

Wu Changhai stretched his feet forward, stepped heavily on the ground, and even the ground shook three times: "Is there any evidence?"

Liu Chenglin lowered his head slightly: "The profile of the murderer in these cases is surprisingly consistent, the crime area spans a wide range, there is basically no connection between the murderer and the deceased, and they are all left-handed. I boldly guess that these murderers are very likely to be this Li. Love City."

Sun Fuzhou flipped through the life of Li Aicheng, who was not well educated, a laid-off worker in a slaughterhouse, and his colleagues gave him mixed reviews. Some said he liked to make people smart, and some said he was clever. Zhao's back kitchen was a helper, and he was fired just before committing the crime.

Mrs. Zhao...why does it sound so familiar?

Sun Fuzhou's fingertips grinded on these two words.At this time, his mobile phone on the table turned on.

The content of the text message was directly published on the lock screen, and the sender was Li Ru: Last night after Shen Yuan left the hospital, he went to the dark beer club, and Chen Yu and Zhao Song picked him up.

He looked back at the podium, Liu Chenglin had already mentioned the van driver who was drunk and drove the day before yesterday.

"... When we checked the driving recorder, we found that the driver had been parked on the side of the road until Sun Fuzhou came out of the shop, and he immediately started the car. During the interrogation, he kept denying , and it wasn’t until we found evidence of his gambling that he admitted that someone told him to do it.”

Everyone looked at Sun Fuzhou in unison as if they were watching.

But for Sun Fuzhou himself, the near-miss car accident is still vivid and vivid in his memory.

"This matter..." Sun Fuzhou glanced at the blacked-out phone screen again, and said slowly, "...I suspect it has something to do with Shen Yuan, and I'm applying for an investigation."