Criminal Investigation Notes

The next day happened to be the weekend. After the two returned home, Su Hui slept for a whole day and night. When he got up, Lu Junchi had already prepared dinner.

There was a plate of delicious garlic shrimps on the dinner table. When Su Hui saw it, he was attracted by the taste. He picked it up with chopsticks and tasted it. It was very delicious.

By now, Lu Junchi seemed to have a better understanding of Su Hui's temper.Su Hui's favorite food is shrimp, as long as he likes to eat shrimp, the shrimp must be fresh, whether it is Longjing fried shrimp, braised prawns, river prawns, or even crayfish.

But if he was asked to peel the shrimp, he usually peeled at most three, and he would not bother peeling any more.But if you peel it for him, he can eat a plate by himself.

In the end, Lu Junchi simply peeled it for him in advance, so as not to occupy his hands when eating.

These freshly made foods are hot and fresh, and they taste completely different from those instant foods.

Su Hui unknowingly ate half of the plate of prawns, and finished a bowl of rice for an unprecedented time. He felt a little embarrassed, and took the initiative to say, "Let me help you clean the dishes later."

Lu Junchi said: "It's okay, and the dishes are done quickly. You can rest after eating."

He remembered that when he first came here, Su Hui was very thin, so thin that his jaw line and collarbone were extremely obvious, and there was no flesh on his cheeks. Now Su Hui's profile finally seemed to have a little curvature. , like fine white jade.

While washing the dishes, Lu Junchi thought, if he could make Su Hui fatter one day, it would be a great sense of accomplishment.

Just like Aristotle, who has gained two catties and his hair is shiny now.

The last case is finally closed, this is a rare leisure time recently.

The two tacitly didn't talk about the case that just ended, and they didn't even rush to resume the case.

Wounds need to heal, and time is the best medicine in the face of such things.

After dinner, Lu Junchi assembled the new swivel chair he bought online. It was a small swivel chair that could be placed next to the dining table.

There is no difficulty in the whole installation, but the wheels of the seat need a lot of strength to be able to be inserted.

Su Hui assembled a similar one by himself. The six wheels tossed and tossed for half the night, and finally had the students come over to help them install it the next day, but now he watched Lu Junchi put it together, pushed hard with his hand, twisted it, and rolled one wheel at a time. It's all right.

Is this easier to install?

Su Hui couldn't help but eager to try, wanting to wash away his shame, he asked, "Can I try?"

Lu Junchi stood up and asked him to try one, Su Hui picked it up and stuffed it in, it didn't move at all...

I tried to stuff it again, but it still didn't move...

Seeing whether he could put it in, Lu Junchi said, "I'll do it." Then he took it and stuffed it in easily.

Su Hui gave up struggling, and squatted aside with the cat in his arms, watching him work.

The chairs were quickly installed, a seat was added to the room, and the dining table became a more formal office.

Su Hui sat in his seat and read a book for a while, then he raised his head and saw Lu Junchi sitting on a swivel chair looking at his phone with earphones on.

The two people's positions are a bit similar to theirs in the serious crime team's office, except that in the office, Lu Junchi sits in the main seat, and Su Hui sits on the outside.At home, Su Hui sat at the big desk, and Lu Junchi sat at the side dining table.

Su Hui looked at Lu Junchi's concentration on his phone, and his expression was not very serious.

He was a little curious, and asked Lu Junchi while getting up to fetch the water: "What are you looking at?"

Lu Jun quickly took off his earphones and said, "A recently released Japanese drama, each episode is not long, only 10 minutes, it's a comedy about criminal investigation, it's quite interesting."

Su Hui blinked his eyes and took a sip of water: "I can't see that you still like watching this kind of movie."

Lu Junchi said: "It was recommended by Qiao Ze, and it seems to be quite stress-reducing." He is busy with work, and he can only watch some movies in his free time. Most of them are those that boys like to watch. Politics, this drama is criminal investigation plus funny, just in his interest point, he is eager to buy Amway, "I have some edited jokes here, do you want to try it?"

Su Hui said casually, "Okay."

His eyes are not good, and it is very difficult for him to read and watch videos for a long time, but he is very curious, wondering what kind of movies Lu Junchi would like.

Su Hui thought that Lu Junchi would send him a website address, but unexpectedly, the man came over and handed him an earphone.

Exactly to the right.

Su Hui took over the earphones and put them on. He looked down, and from the corner of his eye, he could feel that Lu Junchi watched the film and then looked at him again, with an expression that seemed to worry that he didn't like it.

After watching for half a minute, Lu Junchi turned his head to look at him again, as if his reaction was more important than the content of the film.

Su Hui watched the movies. He used to like to be quiet and be alone. Even when he watched movies, he liked to watch literature and art. He seldom watched this type of movies. There were many characters in the movies and they were a bit noisy. His eyesight was not good. It can only be distinguished by the sound, but he suddenly felt that such a movie is also very good-looking.

After seeing a few places, he laughed unconsciously.

Su Hui doesn't smile often, but when he smiles, his eyes are slightly narrowed, and the cleanliness and detachment of his whole body will fade away a bit. Just a faint chuckle makes him seem to come alive. became alive.

Seeing that he liked it, Lu Junchi felt a little relieved.

He couldn't tell what kind of feeling he had in his heart, it seemed that seeing Su Hui happy made him feel happy too.

After watching a video, Lu Junchi put on the earphones and said, "I'll share the address with you. You can watch it later if you're bored."

Su Hui hummed, and he began to concentrate on looking at the jigsaw puzzle again. After a period of hard work, only the last few pieces of the White Hell were left to be completed.

When he reached the last piece, Su Hui suddenly found that the piece he just put down was stained with blood.

Su Hui frowned and looked at his fingers. After looking at them intently, he realized that at some point, his fingers were cut, which stained the jigsaw puzzle with a trace of blood.

Lu Junchi also noticed Su Hui's strangeness, he frowned sideways and asked, "What's wrong with your fingers?"

Before Su Hui, he didn't feel any pain at all. He thought about it and said, "Maybe it was because I was careless when I installed the chair just now."

When he said this, he pursed his lips, feeling that he was really a waste, he only tried once, and in the end he cut his finger.

Lu Junchi went to fetch alcohol cotton balls to sterilize him, and then asked him, "Do you have any Band-Aids at home?"

Su replied: "Yes, it should be in the storage box above the TV side cabinet."

Lu Junchi had tidied up the whole house before, but the things in this storage box hadn't been moved, and there were some boxes and iron boxes scattered inside, which were also piled up in a disorderly manner.

Lu Junchi thought that the Band-Aid would be in the iron box, so he opened one and looked, but it was empty.

Then he opened the other one. There was something inside this one. On the top was a police officer's card and a badge, and there were some sundries underneath, but there was no Band-Aid.

Lu Junchi put the box back, turned it over a few more times, and finally found a few band-aids from the bottom of the box. He put the things away. At this moment, the second iron box was not closed properly, and the box lid fell off. His things were scattered, and the police certificate just fell out.

Lu Jun took it back late, glanced at it inadvertently, his heart suddenly moved, the police officer certificate was actually Su Hui's, and it was five years ago.

Su Hui asked from behind: "Did you find it? It might be under it..."

Lu Jun replied hurriedly, "I found it."

He was about to take it, when he suddenly discovered that a small star fell out of the iron box, which was hand-folded and made of light yellow paper.

Lu Junchi hesitated for a second, held the star in the palm of his hand, and then put the basket back on the TV cabinet.

He walked over to Su Hui holding the Band-Aid, tore off a piece, and helped him wrap his fingers: "Don't get wet, it should be fine in two days."

Su Hui moved his fingers, hummed indifferently, and said, "I want to put this puzzle in a photo frame."

It was the first time he had put together such a difficult puzzle, and he felt a sense of accomplishment after completing it.

Lu Junchi nodded: "Okay, I'll put it on for you."

That spot of red blood doesn't look obtrusive, but it seems to have added a soul to the entire pure white hell.

When the puzzle was framed, it was not too early. Su Hui sat at the desk for a while, and then returned to the room.

Seeing him go in, Lu Junchi also entered the bedroom, and took out a small box from the bedside table. When he opened it, there was a box of identical little stars inside, and he had accumulated 99 stars in total.

Lu Junchi put the star he got from Su Hui's box on the table and compared it with other stars.

The folding method of the stars is quite common, and the less common one is the kind of paper.

Lu Junchi reached out his hand to turn off the light, and the stars lit up all of a sudden. They were fluorescent paper, which usually looked like ordinary yellow, but in places where there was no light, they would glow.

It turned out that it has been so long.

Lu Junchi still remembered that he got his first star four years ago.

It was more than a year after Yu Yan's death, and less than a year after he entered the General Administration. The behavior analysis team was established around the same time as his entry.

At that time, he was 23 years old, still very young, a little policeman who didn't know much about anything.

Because of his meritorious service in carrying out the protection mission and his background in studying abroad, Bureau Tan promoted him and directly appointed him as the deputy captain of the fourth criminal investigation team. At the beginning, Lu Junchi was very blind. The domestic process and handling methods are completely different from those abroad. Even at his young age, he couldn't restrain those old detectives.

Fortunately, there was an old captain above him. Mr. Luo was over 50 years old at the time. He was an experienced old criminal policeman. He had rich experience and always treated Lu Junchi as his own son.

Lu Junchi learned a lot of criminal investigation experience from his master, and gradually got used to it. The old detectives in the team gradually respected him, and only occasionally called him the deputy team in jokes.

One of Lu Junchi's daily tasks is to sort out the cases that need to be analyzed, and then upload them, waiting for the analysis files from the behavior analysis team.

Basically every day when he goes to work, Lu Junchi will turn on the OA system of the police office.Occasionally, if there is a reply from the person in the previous article, the work of this day will be more motivated.

At that time, the poet was almost the idol of all the young girls in the General Administration. Such a legendary figure by his side was much more attractive than those American TV dramas with high and low.

There were even female policemen who came to Huadu Headquarters to work for him.

Second only to poets in popularity is Moonlight.

The Prophet and the Mockingbird also appear, but they are mentioned at a much lower rate than the other two.

Due to protective measures, no one knew who the members of the behavior analysis team were, and there were rumors that they did not know each other's identities.

Lu Junchi knew that the Huadu General Administration has thousands of office workers, a huge area, and the poet is just one of them.

This kind of feeling is very strange, that is, that person is obviously by your side, he may pass you by, or sit at the next table in the cafeteria, but you just don't know who he is.

At that time, many people guessed that the poet should be in his 30s, and the policewomen chatted about him one by one.

Lu Junchi felt that his qualifications were still inexperienced, so he called them seniors.

Once the poet gave them a behavioral analysis of criminal profiling. Holding the analysis form, the people in the criminal police team were divided into two groups.

Lu Junchi said: "This profiling analysis was given by the poet, isn't it best to ask him?"

"Ask the poet?"

The rest of the group shook their heads.

"For a master like a poet, it would be very troublesome for him to profile."

"You don't know how busy poets are."

"Yeah, I heard that the team next door chased him and asked questions for a long time, but he didn't answer. It should be difficult to talk."

Lu Jun didn't believe in evil for a long time, so he mustered up the courage to leave a message on the system and asked: Senior, I know this inference, but I still don't know the reason behind it.Can you explain it to me?

He asked cautiously, using his honorific title, and didn't even expect the poet to reply him.

Unexpectedly, in the afternoon, he received a message from the poet with a detailed explanation.

The poet asked him: "Understood?"

Lu Junchi couldn't restrain his excitement: "Understood."

The last line of the poet is, "Just do as I tell you about the matter."

Lu Junchi didn't feel that he was arrogant, but just felt that the way of explaining it was magical.

He immediately told Team Luo what the poet said, Team Luo pondered for a moment and made a new layout.

Three days later, they caught the murderer of the case.

Lu Junchi came back from the arrest mission, and immediately left a message on the Internet.

Poet, your analysis is correct, thank you.

It seems that since that time, Lu Junchi has not been too shy to communicate with poets.

Occasionally, he would ask him when he was in doubt. One time, the poet might be busy, so he returned to him a little later, and then left him a message: "Do you have a police walkie-talkie over there?"

Lu Junchi was stunned for a moment, then found out from the desk pocket, and replied: "Yes."

The poet said: "It is too troublesome to type. I will give you an encrypted channel number, you broadcast it, and I will talk to you by voice."

Lu Junchi took the walkie-talkie and went to the corridor, broadcasting nervously.I heard a man's nice voice from the walkie-talkie: "Hello?"

Lu Junchi was extremely nervous: "Ex... Hello, senior, I'm Lu Junchi."

"Why are you so nervous, I don't eat people." The intercom made people's voice distorted, and there was often electrical noise.But Lu Junchi could still tell that the other party didn't seem to be very old.

But he is used to calling his seniors, and it is not easy to change his words for a while.

"You want to ask about that case..." The poet analyzed the whole case.

His thinking is clear and well-organized, and he has an unquestionable confidence, as if what he said is correct, that is what existed, the truth of the matter.

Lu Junchi hummed all the time, listening very carefully, and admiringly.

In the end, the poet said: "You can contact me by calling this channel, but keep it secret for me, because apart from the leader and a few people in our department, only you know this number."

Lu Junchi was flattered when he heard this.

With the first time, there will be the second time.Lu Junchi began to look forward to the intersection with the poet in the case.

He couldn't tell how he felt about the poet. When they communicated, he often felt that his little uncle was still alive. His tone, his indifferent and certain attitude, seemed like his little uncle was talking to him across time and space.

Sometimes he would discuss the case with the poet. He remembered that the case was a dismemberment case of a boy. They quickly caught the murderer, but the poet said that there were still doubts about the case.

"...From the perspective of criminal psychology, it is impossible for such a person to dismember the body under such circumstances, unless the murderer is someone else. Driven by alcohol... including traces left at the scene, alcohol and perfume are very elegant, the other party may be very rich..."

Having said this, the poet suddenly stopped, and there was a low hum.

Lu Junchi's heart skipped a beat: "Senior, are you feeling well?"

After a while, a voice came from the other side of the walkie-talkie: "It's okay, just a little stomachache."

Lu Junchi remembered that he had prepared some commonly used medicines in the office before, including stomach medicines, and hurriedly said, "I have stomach medicines here, can I send them to you?"

The person on the other side paused for a moment, breathing a bit short of breath: "Forget it, I don't need to trouble you..."

Only then did Lu Junchi realize that the members of the behavior analysis team cannot reveal their identities, so he quickly changed his mind and said, "If it's not convenient for me to go there, then I'll put the medicine in a place..." He thought about it, then turned his head and saw the medicine in the corridor. "Is there a vending machine near you?"

The other party hesitated for a moment and said, "You know the vending machines on the first floor of Police Building No. [-], right? It's a place that's a bit behind and no one goes there."

"Okay, I put the medicine at the pick-up port of the vending machine, can you go and get it? I'll put it away in about 10 minutes."

The other side said: "Okay."

Lu Junchi immediately ran back to the office, rummaged through the box and found the box of stomach medicine, and then wanted to run out.

Captain Luo watched him busy, and asked with a smile, "For girls?"

Lu Junchi was taken aback for a moment: "Ah, no, they are friends."

"If you're an ordinary friend, you won't be in such a hurry." Dui Luo opened the drawer for his own work with the tone of someone who has been there, "Come on, the teacher will teach you a trick."

Luo Dui took out a lemon candy from the table pocket and handed it to Lu Junchi: "If you want to chase a little girl, you have to be more thoughtful. For example, the medicine should be given together with the candy. Don't let him remember the bitterness of the medicine. Let people remember that sweetness."

Lu Junchi took the candy, thanked him, his face was a little hot, he had almost zero experience in this area.

Team Luo waved his hand and said, "Go quickly, why don't you make people wait?"

Lu Junchi ran all the way to Building No. [-]. There was no one there, so he put the medicine and sugar in the delivery port.

Then ran all the way back and left a message to the poet: "Senior, I put it away."

After a while, the other party replied to him: "I got it, and I also put something for you."

Lu Junchi was jumping for joy, and ran downstairs again. It was the same vending machine. The medicine and sugar in it were gone, replaced by a small star.

Lu Junchi came back with the star and left a message: "Thank you for the star, senior, have you taken the medicine, are you better?"

Poet: Thank you. I have eaten it. It is that candy...so sour.

Lu Junchi: ...

From that day on, that vending machine became a tool for two people to pass information, which was a secret between the two of them.

The second time was when it was raining, Lu Junchi put an umbrella in the vending machine.The umbrella was returned to him the next day with a little star attached.

The third time it was necessary to transfer files, the poet asked him to borrow a USB flash drive.When I returned as usual, there were more stars.

That star became a kind of tacit agreement among them, a kind of agreement.

Gradually, he became more and more familiar with the poet, and Xing Xing also saved a small box.

After the memory was over, Lu Junchi picked up the stars on the table. He originally thought that he would not be able to wait for the hundredth star.

He was wondering whether this star and his star might have been made by the same person.

His star was given to him by the poet.

So where did Su Hui's star come from?