Criminal Investigation Notes

Song Rongjiang's parents were under 20 years old when they had him. The two young people were not ready, and the child was born.

His father didn't take responsibility, and his mother saw him as a drag.

His mother was weak, like a dodder plant that would not be independent, unable to survive without men, and she always came back with new boyfriends, and then lived on the help and odd jobs of those men.

Song Rongjiang is very smart. Although his family is not rich, he has received a complete education, from elementary school to junior high school and then to senior high school. In school, his grades have always been above average.

Song Rongjiang is quiet and withdrawn when no one is around. Once he gets in touch with people, people will find that his heart is actually arrogant. He looks down on many people and feels that his talents are underappreciated. He thinks that he cannot succeed because he has no good ones. parents.

Song Rongjiang also lived with his mother after he became an adult, and it was his mother who always took care of his daily life.

After the mother became old and fading, she turned to rely on him and needed him to support her.

He had looked for several jobs, but they all hit the wall and couldn't integrate.

Later, Song Rongjiang became a taxi driver and drove the night bus. He slept during the day and avoided normal communication with other people.During his breaks, he would go to the bookstore to buy books, then copy some poems, and leave some literary microblogs on the Internet, complaining like ordinary young people.

In the interrogation room of Huadu Baihushan Prison, an interrogation is still going on.

Su Hui's voice was deep and slightly hoarse. He was listening more often, and only occasionally asked some questions. Song Rongjiang felt that facing him was completely different from those reporters, policemen, and judges.

Su Hui looked at him with a very indifferent gaze, which made him calm down involuntarily.

The teacher Su in front of him didn't seem to think that he was an abnormal person, and he didn't treat him as an outlier, and there was no accusation against him in the tone of the conversation. Such an environment allowed Song Rongjiang to open his heart.

"My mother probably regrets having me as a son now, but if it wasn't because of her, how could I have been born?" Song Rongjiang bowed his head and said, "I still remember when I was a child, if my mother wanted to do something in the room? Her My boyfriend will give me a few dollars and let me go downstairs to shop."

The interrogation room was small and poorly ventilated, and the smell of smoke was too uncomfortable. Su Hui coughed again and again, then stabilized his voice, and continued to ask him: "What will you do downstairs at that time?"

"There is a rental bookstore downstairs in my house. Of course, it has long been turned into a coffee shop. When I was young, there were many novels, comics, and some famous stories and poetry anthologies in the rental bookstore. There was an old sofa in it. I could Sit on it and watch for a long time. You may not be able to imagine that when I was a child, I was the kind of child who was so obedient."

"That's when you got into the habit of copying those sentences down?"

"At first, the teacher said that adding some sentences like that to the composition would give extra points to the grade. Later, for a while, I felt that adult life was very boring, and I couldn't find the goal of life."

Song Rongjiang flicked the cigarette ash at this point, with a vicissitudes of expression: "I realized that no matter how hard I earn money, I can't afford a new house in this city. No matter how busy I am, no woman will love me. I may have to be so mediocre For a lifetime. Then I occasionally opened a collection of poems I read when I was a child, and I read the poems that I had recited and forgotten. At that moment, I suddenly felt that what was said in the poem was correct... Human Feelings are common, no matter the country, no matter the era, many things have never changed for thousands of years."

Su Hui looked at the people opposite. In this city, there might be many people who were as confused as him, but those people did not embark on the path of breaking the law and committing crimes. He was looking for reasons for his evil.

Song Rongjiang paused, and recited a poem: "The brilliance of childhood, youth, friendship and first love all fade away like a dream, making you sad."

Su Hui recalled it for a while, and said the title of the poem naturally: "To Wordsworth."

Song Rongjiang smiled: "Mr. Su, you are really different from those mediocre people."

Su Hui looked at the serial killer in front of him who liked poetry: "Now, let's talk about the victims."

He took out a photo of the first victim. The woman in the photo had short hair reaching to the shoulders. She died last winter at the age of 24.

"Last winter, December 12th, at 18:[-] a.m. that night, she got into your car and what happened?"

Song Rongjiang took a puff of cigarette and flicked the butt of the cigarette with his finger. He had smoked four cigarettes in a row, as if he hoped that he would be poisoned to death by those nicotine, so that he could avoid the death penalty.

"That woman is for sale!" Song Rongjiang's expression was full of contempt. He recalled that winter night. It was very cold. A man was working alone in the car, not daring to turn on the air conditioner in order to save fuel, and then a woman came over and knocked on his car window...

"She took a taxi that day at about one o'clock in the morning. While in the car, she called her friends and talked about those customers unscrupulously. I couldn't stand it. I stopped her once, but she didn't hold back at all."

"When she got out of the car, I looked back and saw something red like blood on the back seat cushion. So I got out of the car and asked her if she had stained my seat."

"She didn't explain, but said that I was making trouble for no reason and wanted to extort money. Then she started scolding me, hitting me with a bag, kicking me with high heels, and she said she would report me to the taxi company to make me unable to drive. I was angry. , dragged her back into the car, pressed her on the back seat, and took off her clothes..."

The entire interrogation room was filled with smoke, and Song Rongjiang kept recalling it. He remembered that the woman was wearing a bit thick elastic thermal socks, and a leather skirt that only reached the buttocks.The woman wore earrings with long tassels, and she smelled of inferior perfume. She was a street girl who lived in the lower class of the city.

Then Song Rongjiang's expression changed, and that expression was disgusting...

Su Hui raised his head and asked him, "When you took off her clothes, you should have realized that you were wrong."

According to the post-mortem autopsy report, the woman was not on her menstrual period, she was forced by Song Rongjiang to have sex, and then brutally killed.

Song Rongjiang squeezed the cigarette in his hand and said: "Maybe I was wrong. I didn't see it until the next day. The red spot on the seat was not blood. It might be the juice trace left by some guest. Possibly, it's her lipstick mark. But that doesn't matter, that woman is damn, she's swearing at me, kicking me, hitting me. She's a dirty whore, a bitch, like It's a crazy bitch..."

He kept using all kinds of words he knew to insult the woman who died under his hands.

Song Rongjiang took another puff of cigarette and said, "I didn't want to kill her at first, I wanted to scare her."

Su replied: "Her words angered you..."

Song Rongjiang was silent for a while, then nodded.

He extinguished the cigarette in his hand, took another one out of the cigarette case, and lit it.

Su Hui asked: "After the first murder, were you afraid?"

"I'm afraid, but I'm not too afraid." Song Rongjiang's hands trembled a little. At this point in the conversation, he finally showed a trace of regret.

But Su Hui felt sensitively that this regret was not for the victims who died under his hands.

"Are you afraid that your mother will find out?" Su Hui asked tentatively.

Song Rongjiang was silent for a moment and said, "I'm sorry for my mother..."

The view of the man in front of him towards women is undoubtedly influenced by his mother.He has depended on his mother since he was a child, and has some Oedipus complex. He is dependent on his mother, but because his mother has dated many boyfriends, he also hates his mother, and he thinks she is dirty.

It was hard for him to imagine that he was conceived from such a dirty body, and he even hated himself.

His childhood experience made him fear normal sex life. The first murder happened by accident, which made him feel the taste.

"Let's talk about the second victim." Su Hui pushed another photo to him.

The girl in the photo has a sweet smile, which is in stark contrast to the photo of the corpse after the incident.

It was a 23-year-old female bank employee. When the bank was at its busiest, she worked overtime until eleven o'clock one night. Then she went downstairs and waited for a while before taking a taxi.Since then, no one has seen her again.Soon after, the girl's body was found in a dry well outside the city.

"It's her bad luck." Song Rongjiang said, "That night, I drove the car to a remote place. I told her that the car broke down and asked her to wait in the car. Then I got out of the car and pretended to be Repairing the car, took tools out of the trunk. She was playing mobile games in the car, I opened the door at the back of the car, and then easily controlled her."

Song Rongjiang still remembered that the woman had a very loud voice, and she kept screaming and screaming very loudly, so he hurriedly covered her mouth, kept hitting her against the car door, and hammered her head with a wrench.

She was injured, and her hands were covered with blood. The girl lay on the car window in despair, leaving a bloody palm print on it.

This crime was committed one month after the first crime. If we say that the first crime was very accidental, the second crime was premeditated.

The first time the object of the crime was a woman in the service industry, Song Rongjiang had a quarrel with the other party again, but this time, he set the object of the crime as an innocent girl, and there was no contradiction beforehand.

The girl was unprepared at the time and did not tell her friend the driver's vehicle information, which made the subsequent detection difficult.

Fortunately, the serious crime team connected the two cases together. They traced all the way according to the clues, and soon found Song Rongjiang.

The police later found ropes, tapes, knives and other tools in Song Rongjiang's car. Through laboratory tests, they found the blood of the second deceased, and the chain of evidence was complete, confirming that he was the murderer.

Su Hui stared at the devil in front of him. After committing the crime for the first time, he realized very clearly that he could not escape the law, and began to change his attack mode.

Before, he was picking up passengers, getting money, working to make ends meet.

And after the first case, he became a hunter.

He is constantly looking for his prey in the city, and regards hunting as his carnival before the doomsday.

Song Rongjiang targeted young girls who took taxis alone in the middle of the night. He would test them with words, and when he found that they were unsuspecting, he would wait for the opportunity to strike.

Su Hui asked him, "How do you feel about this second crime?"

"Feeling? It feels good." Song Rongjiang smiled at this point, and the little bit of guilt a few minutes ago was gone. He looked at Su and replied, "I feel that she really belongs to me. After doing this When it happened, I seemed to have suddenly found my purpose in life.”

The expression on the man's face made people involuntarily feel a chill rise from his heart. The devil in his heart was completely released because of these two experiences.He began to go all out for the murder, like a loose rope, suddenly tightened with excitement.

Killing brought him pleasure, and he couldn't live well without killing.

A serial killer was born through these two murders.

Such a process was frightening, and made Su Hui feel even more disgusted.

"Others, what else do you want to know?" Seeing that Su Hui didn't speak for a while, Song Rongjiang asked himself.

Su Hui turned his head to cover his mouth and coughed a few times, and asked him, "Do you have any impression of the name Pei Weiwei?"

"The third victim suspected by the police?" Song Rongjiang narrowed his eyes and looked at Su Hui. His expression suddenly changed, like a ferocious beast.

Pei Weiwei, a girl who disappeared after Song Rongjiang committed the crime for the second time, is a 20-year-old female college student, and she is studying in a relatively famous university.

Pei Weiwei's family lives in this city, and she often takes a taxi home on weekends.

She disappeared after a class reunion after school started, a little over three months ago.

According to Pei Weiwei's classmates, they finished dinner that day, chatted for a while, and left a bit late. Finally, they watched her get into a taxi. The driver of the taxi was a man.

At that time, everyone was drinking too much, and no one remembered the license plate of the taxi.

In the taxi, Pei Weiwei sent a text message to her mother: "I'm in the car, I'll be home later."

At that time, everyone felt that such a thing was too ordinary, too ordinary, this is a metropolis with a population of tens of millions, and this kind of scene happens every day in every corner of the city.

But no one thought that since then, the girl disappeared, and this text message became the girl's last words, and she never appeared again...

The police called the surveillance camera, but they did not capture her getting into the car, nor did they find out which taxi it was.

Late nights, taxis, young girls.

The police naturally linked this case with the two previous cases, which also looked like a serial killer's serial crimes.

Later, the serious crime team intervened and Song Rongjiang was arrested. He quickly confessed the process of the previous two murders.

But he has always denied that he killed Pei Weiwei.

The police found traces of the first two cases in the car, but no traces related to the third case. Under their constant questioning, Song Rongjiang never let go.

Until the final trial of the case, the police did not find any new evidence.

In the end, Song Rongjiang was sentenced for killing the first two victims, and Pei Weiwei's disappearance became an unsolved case.

"Why do you ask me?" Song Rongjiang stared at Su Hui and asked back. He had obviously seen those news reports and was already familiar with the name.

Su Hui didn't speak.

Song Rongjiang frowned, shook his head unhappily, and denied it, "I don't know where she went, I only killed two people, I didn't kill the third person, there are so many murderers in this city, why are you holding her?" I won't let go?"

Sensing Song Rongjiang's resistance, Su Hui nodded politely, and naturally changed the subject.

However, Song Rongjiang's reaction just now caught Su Hui's attention. He was like a leopard whose tail had been stepped on. He was hit on a sore spot. He was eager to argue and could no longer be calm.He's also like a cheating husband who is too eager to cover up when asked about his fidelity.

Such a sensitive reaction is definitely not the impatience of being asked too many times or the anger of being accused for no reason, but a manifestation of psychological guilt.

Although there are many murderers in the city, each murderer has his own scope of activities and behavior.

Moreover, different murderers have different necessary conditions for choosing a victim. According to the victim, you can see the murderer's preferences.

Arrange the three girls together, and you will find that they have similarities, short hair, tall, fair complexion, slightly collapsed nose bridge, small eyes, and very thin body. This is not a beauty in the traditional sense, but it fits Song Rongjiang aesthetic.

What particularly caught the attention of the police was that Pei Weiwei used to be a member of the school's literature club, and had also participated in some school club performances.

In the end, Pei Weiwei got into a taxi alone, which happened to be within the range of Song Rongjiang's daily activities.

According to eyewitness descriptions, the car and its driver were very similar to Song Rongjiang.

Song Rongjiang had very little income that night, and he could not explain his whereabouts on the night Pei Weiwei disappeared.

Based on various clues, it is very likely that Song Rongjiang is the murderer, and he has always been listed as the number one suspect in this case.

But there is one thing that is very strange. Song Rongjiang is a death row prisoner who is about to be executed. Killing two or three people will not change the result.When describing the first two victims, he was even complacent and unrepentant, but he has always denied it in this case.

If Song Rongjiang was the murderer of Pei Weiwei, why would he lie about this issue?

While Su Hui was thinking, he asked some other questions. In the blink of an eye, the conversation had been going on for two hours.

A pack of cigarettes, smoked to the last one.

Song Rongjiang exhaled the last puff of white smoke.

This conversation is finally over.

Su Hui collected the materials and said, "Thank you for your cooperation, I'm here today." He pulled out the photo of the dry well in the second case, handed it over and said, "This photo is for you, as a souvenir."

He had to give the cruel murderer a little "sweetness" so that he could get more information from him.

Su recalled the forensic documents he had read. The forensic judge concluded that the second victim might still be breathing when he was thrown into this dry well. They found traces of the girl's fingers scratching down the well. She had shouted and tried to save herself.Seriously injured, she was alone in the cold winter. In this dry well, the blood flowed out and she gradually walked towards death.

No one heard the girl's cry, what would she think at that time, how helpless she would be...

It was a dry well in winter. The whole photo was only gray, surrounded by fallen grass. The photo revealed a sense of desolation and despair.

Song Rongjiang took the photo, as if he had got some treasure, he stubbed out the cigarette butt, "Mr. Su, I enjoyed talking with you." He paused and said, "I haven't been so happy for a long time, it seems like I saw you A friend I haven't seen for a long time."

Su looked back at him, he couldn't see the expression on Song Rongjiang's face clearly, but judging from his tone, he should be smiling.

He has no such friends.

For a moment, Su Hui hoped that there were really ghosts in this world. If the girl's soul was still there, he hoped that she could crawl out of the well in the photo and punish this man.

He thought so in his heart, but his face remained calm: "In a few days, I will visit again."