dark crossing

After a long dark night, the sun finally penetrated the veil of the night. When the dawn is faint and the east is about to dawn, when it is warm and cold, the early morning in Jianghu, even the wind is wrapped in a misty chill.

Residents of Room 192, Building 501, District [-], Golden Years welcomed several unexpected guests early in the morning.

Wang Qiang was awakened by a burst of intensive knocking on the door.He worked the night shift last night, and he didn't go to bed until nearly five o'clock this morning, and was woken up just after seven o'clock.

Seeing a few unfamiliar faces outside the door, Wang Qiang, whose dream was disturbed, frowned, and said in an impatient tone, "Who are you looking for?"

"I'm Miss Zhang from the property in our community." The chunky woman who spoke was wearing a dark green tartan coat, like a mailbox standing on the side of the road, "Are you a tenant or an owner?"

"Well, I'm a tenant..." I don't know how the property management came to the door so early in the morning, Wang Qiang scratched his messy hair, and murmured: "We have paid the property fee for this phase..."

"It's not about the property fee." Sister Zhang stretched out her stubby fingers and pointed to the two men behind her, "There is a report from the residents that your building was tripped last night. The cause was found out, but the leader took it very seriously and reported the situation to the power supply station and fire department early in the morning."

There are two men behind Sister Zhang, one is wearing an iron-gray worker's uniform of the power supply station, and the other is wearing a light blue auxiliary police uniform for firefighting.

The man in the uniform and glasses of the power supply station naturally took over what Sister Zhang said: "We have checked that the trip was not due to a fault in the UHV power supply system. Therefore, we need to go door-to-door to investigate the cause of the trip."

Although I can't understand what these bunch of professional terms are talking about, but last night, their house did trip, and they haven't called yet.

After Wang Qiang got off work, he wanted to take a hot bath but failed.So, he immediately opened the anti-theft door, turned sideways to let a group of people enter the house, and kept complaining: "This season, tripping and power outages are really terrible! You can't take a shower, and you can't use the heater. Hurry up and check it out. what is the reason!"

"It's okay to take a bath, keep warm, etc., it's not a big problem—"

The one who spoke to him was the auxiliary police officer who checked the fire department.The young man looks very young, tall, energetic, and very talkative. "The biggest fear of tripping is that the electricity is unsafe and causes a fire. If it really burns, it will kill people!"

Wang Qiang nodded, stood aside with his hands down, and agreed, "Fires are quite scary."

The man wearing glasses from the power supply station scanned the room—in the not-too-large living room, there were two bunk beds with a simple curtain in between.

Five or six men's slippers of different colors were scattered on the floor, and a ball of socks protruded from under the bed. In addition to the red plastic casing of the ham sausage, there were two or three intertwined, dusty socks on the floor. off-line board.

The man with glasses frowned, turned around and asked Wang Qiang, "Are there a lot of people living here?"

"It's okay." Wang Qiang yawned, then scratched his back through the cotton sweater with his backhand, "There are not too many people in our room."

What he said was true, although the house of [-] to [-] square meters was divided into five or six rooms, and a dozen people lived there.

But the land price in Jianghu City is expensive, and the monthly rent for a better location is about a hundred thousand yuan.

The wage earners from outside work hard for a month, and the money they get is only five or six thousand in total.In order to survive in Jianghu City, where land is at a premium, these people have no choice but to become herdsmen, struggling to survive in the crowded and cramped group rented houses, in front of the ants who live in snails.

Compared with the examples in the news where more than 20 people squeezed into more than [-] square meters, Wang Qiang lives in a group rented house, but the living environment of [-] square meters per capita is quite good.

The two people who checked the trip fault carefully checked the living room, kitchen and bathroom.

The abuse of high-power electrical appliances in these places is not obvious.

But when the compartment is found, the situation is much more serious.

Especially the last room at the end of the corridor.As soon as you enter the door, you can see a row of wires stretched like a spider web.

In this bedroom, which is only a dozen square meters, there are two bunks.

A young man who looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a camisole that had been washed a little faded, wrapped in a quilt, was sitting on the lower bunk, eating breakfast.

There was no decent table in the room, so he pulled a chair as a table, with a plate of pickles and a large bowl of rice on it.

In the corner of the room, there are six or seven empty beer bottles piled up, and the underwear hangs directly on the wires exposed above the head, or on the bed frame of the upper bunk.

The young man who lowered his head and soaked the white water for rice had already heard the doorbell, but he didn't expect to be "surprised".

When a stranger saw his dirty and messy living environment, his young face flushed with embarrassment.

"Brother Qiang, who is this?"

"It's okay, eat yours."

The property staff named Ms. Zhang frowned at the messy room, "Why is it so messy? How can this wire be pulled in a mess? Your landlord didn't tell you that we don't allow private wires here. ! In case something happens! Can you afford the responsibility?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the man with glasses who had been serious since entering the room continued, "We have been investigating since six o'clock this morning, and we have been investigating all the way until now. I understand why it tripped!" Tetsu pointed at the baggy underpants on top of his head speechlessly, "If you put the underwear on the wires to dry, it won't be a surprise if it doesn't trip." Frowning, he said what he said was all about this gang, The condemnation of the residents who have no common sense of safe electricity use: "The wires are completely exposed, which is not in compliance with the fire safety management regulations! You even put wet underwear on it! There is no fire and no one gets an electric shock. This is your fate!" "

After finishing speaking, he said to his fellow auxiliary policeman who was still looking around: "Hey, Qian Sen, please quickly write down the address of this household, and don't forget to write down the reason for the trip that I just guessed. This trip, It has nothing to do with our power supply station, and you still have to take care of the fire department." He continued to look around, and then commented: "This group of renters must be rectified! Thoroughly solve the hidden dangers of fire protection! Otherwise, it is too unsafe. With so many people in sight, what should we do if there is a fire..."

rectification?

Wang Qiang is an old fritter who has been immersed in the society for many years. When he heard this word, he felt that the situation was not good.If the relevant departments really intervene and require the landlord to rectify, then everyone in this house will have to sleep on the main road!

After reading this, he immediately put a smile on his face, and persuaded: "Don't, brother! Can't we just restore these Dora's wires some other day?" While speaking, he winked at his roommate who was buried in breakfast.

The young man was also clever, he got up immediately, and neatly packed up the various underwear hanging on the wire.

Wang Qiang took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to the man with glasses, but the other party just said blankly, "I don't smoke."

After kicking the iron board, Wang Qiang had no choice but to turn his head in an embarrassing manner, trying to talk to the fire auxiliary policeman who seemed to be more talkative, "Young man, your name is Qian Sen?"

Seeing the little auxiliary policeman nodding, he immediately smiled and started to make friends, "You say it's a coincidence, the guy who lives with me in the lower bunk in the living room is also called Qian Sen."

Hearing what he said, "Qian Sen", who was patrolling the room, turned his head, widened his eyes and asked in surprise, "Really?"

"Of course it's true, why did I lie to you!"

"Hey, that's really a coincidence."

The fire assistant policeman "Qian Sen" chatted with Wang Qiang, and casually inquired about the situation of "Qian Sen" who had the same name and surname as himself.

Wang Qiang noticed that when they were talking, the frost on the face of the man with glasses melted a little bit, and he occasionally cast curious eyes on him.

He wished that the two people's attention could be diverted, and seeing that they were all very interested in Qian Sen who shared the same room, he searched his guts and brought out all the details about "Qian Sen" that he could think of.

"We all work at Ng Fung Shangshi. To put it bluntly, this factory is engaged in pig breeding and slaughtering."

"You know how to kill pigs?"

Wang Qianglang laughed and denied: "When did I! Qian Sen and I are both doing cold chain distribution." After thinking for a while, he added: "But Qian Sen used to work in the slaughtering workshop, and the distribution is only recently. He was transferred to the post. This kid is quite straightforward and has a bad temper. He has only been in the delivery business for more than a month, and he has already offended many customers." He laughed again, half-covering his mouth and whispered: "That fat man Mom's gold medal pork bone pot, you know it?"

The young man who had just put away his underwear picked up the bowl again, and chewing on the rice did not prevent him from interjecting: "Who else in Jianghu Market doesn't know? It's the one whose body was dumped!"

"That's right, that's it."

"What's wrong with that store?" "Qian Sen", the auxiliary firefighter, asked curiously.

"The proprietress of that shop had a quarrel with Qian Sen from us just last month. He complained that he delivered the meat 5 minutes late, and the scolding couldn't stop! He even went to our manager to make a fuss! It caused my brother to be deducted from his bonus, and he lost more than 1000 yuan!" Wang Qiang was a little annoyed, paused and said: "So, you can't be too unreasonable and unforgiving in life. No, I heard that The store, now the business has plummeted, good guy, the loss is more than one thousand or two thousand! This is called the present report! Who made her care about it?"

Although Qian Sen usually doesn't talk much, in the eyes of the roommates who live with him, he is introverted, calm, and generous.When the brothers were in short supply, this Qian Sen had offered to help many people.He is a well-known "rich household" in this group of rented houses.Therefore, when he was scolded by the proprietress of the pork bone pot, the people who lived with him were very upset about him.

"Your Qian Sen here is handsome, isn't he?" The auxiliary policeman "Qian Sen", who was still young and chattered for a long time, forgot about his business, and was only interested in asking questions curiously.

Seeing the young man in front of him seriously wanting to compare his appearance with his roommate, Wang Qiang couldn't help laughing again.

This smile made "Qian Sen" even more curious, "What are you laughing at? Could it be that he is more handsome than me?" As he spoke, he stroked his hair viciously, "I am known as a handsome guy in our unit!"

"Of course he's not as handsome as you!" Wang Qiang lit a cigarette and took a puff, "Our Qian Sen is almost forty, how old are you! How can you be so young?"

"Really? Do you have a picture of him? Bibi, hahaha!"

"It's too much!" The man in glasses who hadn't said a word for a long time stopped him, "Hurry up and make a note of the situation in this house, I'm still in a hurry to go back to work!"

"Hey, don't worry, our efficiency is already very high, and we found out the cause of the trip in just over an hour."

After a good chat, "Qian Sen" probably wanted to let the house go, looked up at the "spider web" on his head, and said tolerantly: "Besides, as long as these aging wires are replaced, it is not serious enough to completely The extent of house renovation."

Seeing that he wanted to help, Wang Qiang puffed out his cigarette and responded repeatedly: "Yes, yes! You see, there are only a little more wires in this compartment! Other places are fine, where do you need to rectify? Let's just pay attention later!"

Neither "Qian Sen" nor the glasses answered the call, and the two began to carefully study the wiring in the house.

Wang Qiang was in a bad mood, so he quickly took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket with a cigarette in his mouth, rummaged through it for a long time, found a photo, and deliberately interrupted by holding up his mobile phone: "I really have a photo of 'Qian Sen' here, look at it look!"

Hearing this, the young auxiliary firefighter "Qian Sen" immediately let go of the wires and turned his face to look at the screen, "Hey, this guy is far behind me!" He took Wang Qiang's phone and handed it to Wang Qiang naturally. The man with glasses said, "Brother Jiang, look—"

The Qian Sen in the photo has a crew-shaven head, a muscular physique, and deep forehead lines and Chuanzi lines.This photo is a group photo, seven or eight men are all grinning together.

But even the corner of his mouth curled up into a smile, it couldn't cover up the sternness in this man's eyes.

Through the photos, they can see that each other is not easy to mess with.

……

"This Qian Sen is Li Songyuan." Wendi, who came out of the group rented house, got into the car, and was wearing an auxiliary police uniform. She took a file bag from the back seat and put the resident information registration form from the property into it. .

The middle-aged man named Qian Sen on the information used a fake ID card.After comparison, the face on the copy of the ID card was almost exactly the same as that of Li Songyuan who had been dead for more than ten years.And according to the photos provided by Wang Qiang just now, they further confirmed Qian Sen's real appearance.

Wen Di, who briefly changed his name to "Qian Sen" for the sake of cliché, sorted out the information, and then raised his head and asked his companions: "Jiang Zhi, do we have to tell the captain to apply for arrest directly?"

Jiang Zhi, who was wearing the worker's uniform of the power supply station, pondered for a while: "The application must be applied, but I don't think the superiors will approve it immediately." His eyebrows were drawn together, forming a particularly deep Sichuan character: "The timing of the arrest may Not mature yet."

Last night, after discovering Li Songyuan's whereabouts, Shen Ting "supervised" Chu Huainan, and immediately called the police.

The news, which was obviously closely related to the murder case, quickly reached Chen Congna.

Chen Cong held an emergency meeting in the team overnight. After formulating the battle plan, he immediately notified the power supply department to cooperate and cut off the power supply suspected to be Li Songyuan's residence.

And early the next morning, Jiang Zhi and Wen Di launched a surprise attack on Li Songyuan's foothold on the grounds of investigating the cause of the trip.

During the early visits, they learned from the property management office that Li Songyuan is now aliased as Qian Sen and has lived in this community for more than half a year.

Therefore, the two, who wanted to "fish" but didn't want to startle the snake, made a disguise.Jiang Zhi transformed himself into "Jiang Ge" of the power supply station, while Wen Di assumed the pseudonym "Qian Sen" and pretended to be the auxiliary fireman.

While investigating whether the suspect's residence had the conditions to commit the crime, they also successfully found out the suspect's work situation and general personality through dialogue with the co-tenant Wang Qiang.

Now, it can be basically confirmed that this "Qian Sen" should be Li Songyuan himself.

However, although it has been confirmed that Li Songyuan is still alive, he is highly suspected of committing the crime.But his residence did not meet the police's previous conjecture.

The police believe that after Li Songyuan hijacked Chen Feng, he most likely carried out a series of operations such as murder and dismemberment in his residence.

But now it seems that this hypothesis is impossible to establish——Jiang Zhi took off his glasses with a headache, pinched the bridge of his nose, "The suspect's residence does not have the conditions to commit murder or dismemberment..."

Five minutes later, Shen Ting, who stayed overnight at Chu Huainan's house for nothing, also received the news. ——The group rented house where Li Songyuan lives is full of people, so it cannot be the scene of the first crime.

Shen Ting moved her fingers, edited two short words of "monitoring action track", and sent it over.

Li Songyuan, who has been missing for many years and has changed his face, is indeed suspicious.

However, the information currently available to the police is far from being able to prove that he is the murderer.

Although Chen Cong had already applied for an arrest warrant, Shen Ting knew very well that a rash arrest would at most be a crime of fraudulently using someone else's identity information.

In order to prove that Li Songyuan is the real murderer of the Pedestrian Street case, the most urgent task is to analyze his movement trajectory, screen out the places where he stayed and meet the conditions for killing and dismembering the corpse, and obtain evidence that can confirm that he is the murderer. direct evidence.

This time, the deputy team Chen Cong coincided with him.

After Wendi and Jiang Zhi raided Li Songyuan's residence, Chen Cong immediately sent someone to retrieve all the surveillance cameras near the Golden Age community.Also let the entire criminal investigation detachment, regardless of internal or external work, whoever is free, must participate in the monitoring and screening work.

Where is the first scene of murder and dismemberment? There should be an answer soon.

……

When Chu Huainan, who was wearing a nightgown, came out of the room wiping his wet hair, Shen Ting was sitting on the sofa in the living room, brushing his phone with his head down in boredom, and said good morning to him without looking up.

Because of this "good morning", Chu Huainan's handsome face was full of smiles.

He suddenly felt that this ordinary morning had become extremely beautiful.

I lived with this person in a separate room for two nights, seeing him sitting cross-legged on the sofa with bare feet at this moment, for some reason, I actually had a warm illusion that they were already an "old couple".

"I woke up really early today. What do you want for breakfast?" Chu Huainan walked into the kitchen and took out a lot of ingredients from the refrigerator. Seeing that Shen Ting, who was holding a mobile phone, did not answer for a long time, he asked him in a different way: "Breakfast Do you like Western style or Chinese style?"

Today is February 2th, Chu Huainan specifically told Aunt Zhao not to come here early in the morning.He hopes to spend an uninterrupted "Valentine's Day" with this serious-looking young man who frowns while swiping his phone.

"You can still make breakfast?" Shen Ting quickly browsed through the progress report of the case, put down her phone, stretched her waist, and said jokingly, "I didn't expect Mr. Chu to be a good wife and mother." ?”

Chu Huainan, who was wearing a nightgown, had an unearthly face, and his slender fingers, as stunning as a work of art, were holding two small raw eggs.

Such a picture is rare in a hundred years.

Chu Huainan, who countless people have tried their best to never meet, actually wants to cook breakfast for him himself?

Shen Ting walked towards the kitchen, and looked curiously at the eggs in Chu Huainan's hand, only then did he know for sure that these two eggs were indeed real eggs that could be eaten, not imitation works of a certain artist.He spread his hands regretfully, "But, I never eat breakfast."

Skipping breakfast is one of the few things Song Ci and Shen Ting have in common.

"This is a bad habit." Holding the egg did not prevent Chu Huainan from stretching out his fingers and flicking the smooth and plump forehead in front of him.

The eloquent capitalist attacked others with his hands, but still spoke righteously, "In this world, there is no one who doesn't like breakfast, only bad breakfast!"

Leng Buding was poked on the forehead affectionately, Shen Ting raised his eyes in astonishment, facing Chu Huainan's eyes which were staring at him seriously.

Shui Bo's dandy peach-blossom smiling eyes are so watery that they seem to be able to raise a pond of koi.

The head of Yuannan, who is domineering in the business world, raised the egg in his hand confidently, and joked: "From now on, I will take care of your breakfast."

Faced with such teasing, Shen Ting's heart suddenly jumped a few times inexplicably.

Such a life-like scene made him seem to have returned to many years ago...

The habit of not liking breakfast is followed by his father Shen Zhi.A long time ago, Shen's mother would think about breakfast in front of her father and son almost every morning.

After many years, he has already forgotten when was the last time he was told to "eat breakfast".

Apart from his family, who would care about whether he eats breakfast or not?

In this context, Chu Huainan's "Breakfast Contract Declaration" seems like a particularly solemn confession.