The Swan Bay Murders

The autopsy report from Berlin came out.

Li Jiangluo received a call early in the morning. I was smoking a cigarette at the time. The other party said something, and then his breathing became short of breath.

After hanging up the phone, he picked up the coat that was on the sofa and said to me, "Brother, the autopsy report is out."

The two of us ran out all the way and stopped the car on the road, but the timing was bad, we caught up with the morning rush hour, and it took a lot of effort to get in the car.

Sitting in the back seat, I could feel him trembling all over, his hands clenched into fists on his lap, looking out the window, wondering what he was thinking.

I also can't calm down, as if knowing the cause of death, I can find the murderer immediately.

Along the way, I was so anxious that my palms sweated, but the road seemed to be very long, and I couldn't reach the police station no matter what.

Li Jiangluo answered another call, it was from Xu Zhao, asking when we would arrive.

I was very impatient, and was even more disturbed by his question.

Finally arrived at the police station, I ignored Li Jiangluo, got out of the car and ran inside, opened the door and realized that someone was coming with me, looked back, he just got out of the car, presumably he was paying the fare .

I didn't have time to be polite to him, so I took one look at him and walked in the door.

When I came to the office yesterday, I saw Xu Zhao smoking a cigarette as soon as I got to the door.

The man was standing by the table, smoking a cigarette, holding a paper in one hand and a pen in the other.

When he saw me, he put down his pen, held a cigarette between his fingers, and motioned for me to sit down.

"Where's Jiang Luo?" Xu Zhao asked while pressing out the cigarette butt.

I was a little annoyed that he called so kindly.

Li Jiangluo also came in, hesitated at the door, and then walked to my side.

Seeing that neither of us had the intention of sitting down, Xu Zhao stood up again and handed me the piece of paper in his hand.

The first line of that paper read "Autopsy and Pathology Report of X City Public Security Bureau". I didn't read it carefully, but just read the last part.

"The deceased, Xing Bolin, hanged himself."

"how is this possible!"

As soon as I saw this line of words clearly, Li Jiangluo beside me punched the table angrily, and shouted at the expressionless Police Officer Xu with a blushing face.

I opened my mouth, but couldn't say a word.

"Xu Zhao, there is definitely something wrong with this autopsy report." The veins on Li Jiangluo's neck seemed to burst at any moment, and he was still shaking, panting and said to Xu Zhao, "He still has a knife wound on his body. Is it suicide, why hang yourself and stab yourself a few times? Do you think this is reasonable?"

I looked up at Xu Zhao, the paper in my hand was almost crushed by me.

I raised my hand, squeezed Li Jiangluo's shoulder vigorously, and tried to remain calm: "This is impossible, I request a re-examination."

"No need." Xu Zhao walked around us and closed the door, then walked back and sat down again, "I think you should read this report carefully. He did lose a lot of blood, but the cause of his death was asphyxiation."

"It doesn't make sense." I slapped the autopsy report on the table, not in the mood to read the report word by word, "Is this how your police handle cases? Human life is at stake, and you draw conclusions casually?"

Xu Zhao lit a cigarette, and his calm look made me really want to beat him up.

He took a puff of smoke and said to me: "After investigation, the time of Xing Bailin's death should be around three o'clock in the afternoon. We have thoroughly checked the surveillance of the community. During that time, no one went to his house at all, except for Xing Bailin. I and Li Jiangluo did not find any traces left by anyone else, and the saber was only covered with the fingerprints of Xing Bolin."

He stared at me, and that look made me even more angry.

"Of course, we won't assume that he committed suicide just because of this. We also found two things when we searched the scene." Xu Zhao took out another file bag and threw it in front of us, then turned the swivel chair with a cigarette in his mouth. The past is with our backs.

I picked up the file bag on the table, opened it, and found a medical report and an insurance policy inside.

I don't know what kind of mood I should face my brother's death.

Because I didn't know until now that even if he doesn't leave me now, he will leave me in pain in the near future.

Li Jiangluo did not come out of the police station with me, he squatted motionless in Xu Zhao's office.

I don't care about him, I just want to get out of there.

It turned out that in the eyes of the police, my younger brother was a person who had AIDS and wanted to cheat insurance. He bought an insurance last year, and the beneficiary was Li Jiangluo, who was tested positive for HIV antibodies in May this year.

But I still can't understand why he hanged himself if he wanted to cheat insurance. I believe that if Berlin wanted to fake a homicide scene, it would be easy. He is smart, at least smarter than these policemen.

But now I can't continue to pursue it, because my whole person is already confused.

I can't think, I can't ask questions, I read the sarcasm in Xu Zhao's eyes.

Inexplicably, I even suspected Xu Zhao.

Maybe I'm crazy, but if Xu Zhao loves Li Jiangluo deeply, and my brother is the biggest obstacle in his relationship, then is there a possibility that the policeman is the murderer and deliberately directed such an untouchable The story of the mind.

I don't know why I came up with such an idea, but I just feel that this matter will definitely not be as simple as Xu Zhao said.

At the end of October, it actually snowed.

I stood at the gate of the police station, not knowing which direction to go.

I watched helplessly as the ground was gradually covered by snow, and as pedestrians ran past with their collars tightly clenched, I was the only one who couldn't move.

I suddenly became homesick, and a man who was about 30 years old hugged his mother and cried loudly.

My cell phone didn't work here, so after looking around, I finally found a public phone booth.

I called and the phone was picked up right away.

It was my dad who answered the phone. Through the receiver, I could clearly hear our old lady asking him who was calling.

"Dad." I tried my best to keep my voice from choking, lest they worry.

"Bai Chuan?" My dad's voice came, and he complained, "Why did you call? Is the domestic work done? Go and see Berlin when you have time. There is no news of the child for two days!"

When I heard Berlin's name, I suddenly didn't dare to speak. My mother was fighting with him on the phone, and she seemed to have finally won: "Baichuan, Huahua seems to be not quite right these two days, could it be water? Is it too cold to freeze it?"

Huahua is a goldfish raised by my father, and the old couple loves to play with it all day long.

"Isn't the bathtub displaying the temperature? Look, there should be no problem." I held the microphone, took a deep breath, and said, "Mom, I still have a lot of things to deal with here, and it may take a while before I go back." , I’ll call you after I’ve registered my cell phone number.”

"Ah? It will take a long time? Didn't you say..."

I hung up the phone before she finished speaking.

I really can't do it anymore, I can't wait to slap myself twice when I think of letting their white-haired people give away black-haired people.

I regret it, I regret that I shouldn’t take my parents abroad. If I let them live with Berlin, maybe this kind of thing wouldn’t have happened. Maybe, I shouldn’t have gone abroad or stayed abroad. Together all the time, nothing will happen now.

Overwhelmed with chagrin and regret, I leaned against the phone booth, covering my face in pain in the snow.

It would be great if life could be restarted. I will never let my younger brother face life alone.

When I returned to the hotel, Li Jiangluo was sitting at the door of my room in a daze. When he heard footsteps, he raised his head, his eyes were red and swollen.

He leaned against the wall and stood up, holding the medical examination report in his hand.

I step past him and pull out my key card.

The temperature in the room is very high, but I can't get warm no matter what.

He followed me through the door and closed it silently.

I took off my coat, only to find that it was wet from the melting snow.

"I called this hospital." Li Jiangluo's voice was so hoarse that he could hardly utter a word, "They didn't tell me anything, they said they would keep the patients' secrets."

I sat down and looked out the window and he just stood there motionless.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, and the whole city looks very clean.

It was also very cold.

I asked him, "Don't you know anything about this?"

He didn't say anything, I turned to look at him, and found that his hand was clenched into a fist, and he was biting the back of my hand vigorously at the moment.

Tears flowed from the red eyes again. Seeing me looking at him, I lowered my hand and said, "I'm sorry...I hurt him."