heart poison

The Hefu Town Police Station and the Los Angeles City Bureau are not in the same scene at all, the flow of time seems to be a beat slower here, and some of the police officers' reactions are seen in Hua Chong's eyes, as if in slow motion in a movie.

However, he has long been used to dealing with colleagues who are relatively leisurely when investigating cases outside the country all the year round. After all, he cannot treat all people in police uniforms as buddies of the serious crime team.Not to mention the colleagues in the township police station, even the colleagues in the accumulated case team who are also in the criminal investigation detachment, they are not very good at commanding.

The deputy director, Hong Yuan, is in his fifties. He is tall and has a simple and honest face. Probably because he has worked at the grassroots level for most of his life, he speaks and behaves with a strong sense of simplicity.The little police officer came to report that some group leader from the city had come, so he hurried to meet him, and then began to wash the pot and boil water, worrying about what kind of tea to entertain the guests.

Zhang Mao had dealt with Director Hong before, and was trying to tell him to stop busy, but was stopped by Hua Chong.

"Flower team, you don't know, this director Hong pays attention to the sense of ritual in his work, and also likes to collect tea, both good and bad." Zhang Mao whispered: "But we are not here to drink tea, you wait for him to work This pass, I don’t know when to go!”

"Exaggerated." Hua Chong said indifferently: "How long does it take to pick and make tea?"

Zhang Mao said "Ouch" in his heart, "You always scold me for a minute of my delay!"

"Are you the same?" Hua Chong glanced at him sideways and let Director Hong be busy, "It is the intention of some grassroots seniors to boil water and make tea. There is no need to stop it just for a few minutes."

Liu Zhiqin listened and smiled silently.

Zhang Mao was stunned for a moment, then patted his forehead and said, "What do you mean? Last time I came here with my brothers from the backlog team, Director Hong wanted to make tea, but Team Xiao stopped him. Director Hong seemed quite embarrassed at the time."

"Just pay attention in the future." Hua Chong said: "Grassroots policemen have the habit of grassroots policemen. We handle cases. In trivial matters, there is no need to impose the routine we are familiar with on them. It is not easy. , to learn to understand each other.”

Zhang Mao scratched the back of his head, "Oh, I see."

Director Hong made tea and brought it over with a smile.Hua Chong exchanged pleasantries with him, and then talked about the case 13 years ago, and asked about Guo Shu.

"Are you looking for Guo Shu? He's not here for a long time." Director Hong waved his hand and sighed, "He's a young man, he's excellent and capable. He can handle any task well if you entrust him with it. To be honest, he shouldn't have come to be a police officer, if it wasn't for his family's situation... hey, he was delayed just like that kid from the Lu family, it's a pity."

Hua Chong asked: "I learned that Guo Shu's parents suffered from Alzheimer's disease when he just graduated from the police academy?"

"I have been ill for a long time, but who knew what Alzheimer's disease was at that time? I didn't have that concept at all." Director Hong said: "It was Guo Shu who came back from vacation and found something wrong with the old couple, so he persuaded him to go to the hospital for examination. Check, it turned out to be dementia. There is no way, he is the only one in Guo’s family, he doesn’t care who cares? I heard from others that Guo Shu’s grades in the police academy are very good, and he specializes in psychology. Let alone more than ten years ago, it is now Well, psychology talents are also in short supply. If his parents hadn't suffered from that disease, he would be a great expert by now. The timing and fate are uncertain. He came to our police station, If he can't make full use of his special skills, he will try to do what everyone else can do. But fortunately, he can figure it out and be filial, so he will give his parents a good end."

"Can you figure it out?" Hua Chong asked, "Guo Shu has never acted abnormally?"

"No, he has a very good mentality." Director Hong frowned and thought for a while, "His father left first, and his mother left a few months later. Before the old couple passed away, he often asked for leave, and we understood. Later, the family He is the only one left, and he basically lives in the residence. If anyone else asks for leave, he will take over, saying that he has troubled everyone before and wants to make up for it. Hey, but I always feel that he wants to use his busyness to make up for it. numb yourself."

"Anesthesia?" Hua Chong's eyes moved slightly.

"Isn't it?" Director Hong continued: "Parents have passed away one after another, and the pain of bereavement is really difficult to resolve."

"Not necessarily." Hua Chong said in a deep voice.

Director Hong was puzzled, "What's not necessarily?"

Hua Chong didn't intend to discuss too much with him, and asked: "Guo Shu and Lu Zhou'an are good friends? Guo Shu also participated in the investigation of the case of the Hu family?"

Hearing this, Director Hong looked distressed, holding a steaming cup of tea, and did not speak for a long time.

Hua Chong had read the investigation records in detail several times beforehand, and Guo Shu was not mentioned anywhere.

If the investigation report is not tricky, then Guo Shu is not one of the investigators.

But director Hong's reaction was obviously not like this.

"It's like this." Director Hong finally said, his tone a little awkward and evasive, "Guo Shu and Lu Zhou'an grew up together. Our town is small, and many people know each other. I'm about ten years older than them. They grew up. Now that I think about it, it is really unfortunate that the two of them came together. One is studying psychology and the other is engaged in military scientific research. Take care of him and help him take care of his parents."

Director Hong's words were foreshadowing why, even Zhang Mao could hear it.

Hua Chong asked patiently: "Although there is no mention of Guo Shu in the investigation records, in fact, Guo Shu participated in the investigation after the Hu family's accident?"

Director Hong heaved a sigh of relief, "Lu Zhou'an disappeared for no reason, and it is very likely that he was the murderer. It stands to reason that Guo Shu and him are as close as brothers, so we should avoid suspicion. But at that time..."

Director Hong paused for a moment, patted his leg and said, "At that time we were indeed underpowered, and this kind of incident had never happened in the town before, and Guo Shu was the policeman with the best overall quality in the office, so he strongly requested to participate in handling the case." , Therefore, so the leader turned a blind eye and closed his eyes, and did not exclude him."

Liu Zhiqin deliberately said: "His name is not on the investigation report."

"Of course we can't report his name." Director Hong said with worry in his eyes, "Hey, we really did something wrong in this matter."

Hua Chong didn't want to get too entangled in the right and wrong of the past, "How did Guo Shu behave when investigating the case? At that time, many people in the town thought that Lu Zhou'an was the murderer of the relatives. How about Guo Shu? Was his mood affected? "

"Our former leader had a special talk with him about this matter. He said that he studied psychology and was the best at managing emotions. Don't worry." Director Hong said: "But we can all see that this incident has hit him. Pretty big."

Hua Chong stared, "Why?"

"My good brother killed someone, he feels very sorry."

"He thinks that Hu You and Hu Xiangjuan were killed by Lu Zhou'an?" Liu Zhiqin asked.

Director Hong nodded, "I remember what he said at the time."

Liu Zhiqin looked at Hua Chong, Hua Chong took a breath, and leaned back.

"What? Is there any problem?" Director Hong asked.

Hua Chong gradually sketched out the situation 13 years ago, "The case was finally investigated, and the hot case became a backlog. How did Guo Shu react?"

Hearing the word "accumulated cases", director Hong shook his head helplessly, and sighed: "I still suffer from inexperience and no technology. If this case is placed now, we will report it early in the morning, and it will be solved soon. .Guo Shu resigned, I think it was also affected by this case. At that time, he invited some brothers in the firm to drink, and I went too."

"Well, what did he say?" Hua Chong asked.

"What else can I say, blame yourself." Director Hong's eyes showed nostalgia and sadness, "One is to blame myself as a psychology student, and my best friend has undergone such a big psychological change, and I have not I could notice it, but I failed to enlighten it in time to prevent the tragedy from happening. Second, I blamed myself as a policeman, but I was unable to find Lu Zhouan. He said that he was not qualified to be a policeman, and he did not want to stay in the town and wanted to leave this town. Sadly, go out and relax."

Hua Chong stood up, "Director Hong, do you still have Guo Shu's photos and files in the institute?"

"Of course there is." Director Hong said, "Wait a minute, I'll look for it."

After Director Hong left, Hua Chong immediately said, "I'm afraid Guo Shu resigned because of self-blame."

"Lu Zhou'an has a lot of friends, but Guo Shu is the one with the strongest relationship with him." Liu Zhiqin said slowly: "Something happened to the Hu family, other friends of Lu Zhou'an—such as Li Qin who is engaged in breeding , the first reaction was disbelief. Later they gradually believed that the murderer was Lu Zhouan because everyone around said so. But according to Director Hong, after the incident, Guo Shu soon felt sorry and annoyed. It has been determined that Lu Zhouan is the murderer. From an emotional point of view, this is not quite in line with common sense."

"Unless Lu Zhou'an has revealed to him the idea of ​​killing Hu You and Hu Xiangjuan, or he has discovered something in getting along with Lu Zhou'an, otherwise he should not think that Lu Zhou'an is the murderer as soon as something happens." Hua Chong drank the warm tea and couldn't taste good or bad, "But director Hong also said just now that Guo Shu said when he left the job that he didn't notice Lu Zhouan's psychological changes, which obviously overturned the previous point. Before the incident, Guo Shu didn’t know anything, so when Hu You and Hu Xiangjuan died, his normal reaction should be to be like Li Qin and others, not believing that Lu Zhou’an killed someone.”

"Is he eager to get himself out?" Zhang Mao asked.

Hua Chong didn't answer directly, but said: "Guo Shu studied psychology. When it comes to using people's hearts, he was probably the most powerful in the entire Hefu Town at that time."

Zhang Trade shuddered, and a cold air surged from his feet.

"The masses are most easily affected by rumors, and they are also the easiest to control." Liu Zhiqin said: "As soon as something happened to the Hu family, the rumors of 'Lu Zhou'an killed his relatives and absconded' spread. Even Lu Zhou'an's friends had to believe it. It is impossible to find out who said that first. On the contrary, although Guo Shu's position at the Hefu Town Police Station was not high, his position was important and he handled the case. Among the personnel, he must be the protagonist. It should be easy for him to influence other people's judgments. He himself appears in the case handling team, which is actually an example—after all, he is the suspect Lu Zhou Ann’s friend and the person in charge at the time should not have agreed to his participation in the case, but the result was that he not only participated in it, but also tried his best not to leave his trace in the report.”

"For those who are familiar with psychology, language has magic power." Hua Chong couldn't help but think of Ji Can and Liang Ping. Aren't they bewitched by language?

"One more thing. There were indeed technical reasons for the failure of this case to be solved. But I thought about it carefully and felt that there was a big problem." Liu Zhiqin frowned slightly, as if thinking, "Hefu Town The traffic was not developed back then, and after the accident, the police actually quickly locked down the suspect, so why didn’t they catch the suspect after so much effort?”

"Because someone is obstructing it!" Zhang Trade said.

"It may also be..." Hua Chong's voice became colder, "The suspect has already been killed. And the real murderer manipulated the rumors and the investigation team step by step, turning the case that should have been solved immediately into a backlog."

"Yes, but what is he planning?" Zhang Mao couldn't figure it out.

Hua Chong saw Director Hong approaching with a folder in his hands, so he made a silent gesture to Zhang Mao.

"This is Guo Shu." Director Hong opened the file, "He's a very capable guy. Hey, I haven't seen him for many years. I don't know how he is now."

"I'm 40 years old this year, and my height is 1 meters." Hua Chong looked up at Liu Zhiqin, "Guo Shu and Lu Zhou'an are almost the same height."

"Well, they all fit the characteristics of that group of footprints." Liu Zhiqin said.

Director Hong asked, "What footprints?"

Hua Chong looked out the window and asked a seemingly insignificant question: "Are Guo Shu's parents buried in the town?"

"That's right. There is a cemetery in the west of the town. When someone dies in any household, they are basically burned and buried there."

"Then Guo Shu has been away for many years and never came back to visit his parents' grave?"

"This..." Director Hong was obviously stopped by the question, and he said after a while, "Don't tell me, he really didn't come back to visit the grave once."

Zhang Mao said: "Isn't this weird? How can there be no reason not to visit his parents' graves for more than ten years? Does he hate his parents so much?"

Director Hong looked at Hua Chong and finally understood, "You guys, do you think there is something wrong with Guo Shu?"

??

Los Angeles City Bureau, Ji Can babbled and made unpleasant noises while standing in front of the drawing board and drawing.Ke Chuli was three steps away from her, quietly accompanying her.

After a series of hypnotherapy and psychological counseling, Ji Can has gradually recalled the suspect's appearance, but he couldn't describe it in words, and he was only willing to keep drawing on white paper.

The ground is full of crumpled paper, and the table next to it is also covered with spare and painted paper.In terms of art, Ji Can seems to have extremely high demands on himself, as long as there is even a little bit that is not correct, he has to throw it away and start over.

Beads of sweat hung on her face and neck, her hand holding the paintbrush trembled, her face was pale, her lips were sometimes parted, and sometimes there were blood marks from being bitten.

Ke Chu looked at the time, and gently reminded him that it was time to rest.But Ji Can shook his head vigorously, brushed back the hair that was in the way, and said in a hoarse voice: "Mr. Ke, I, I can."

The girl's eyes were red, and tears were attached to the bloodshot patches. She was trembling when she spoke, and white joints could be seen on her left hand clenched into a fist.

Ke Chu looked at her for a moment, then nodded, "If you can't hold on, or feel uncomfortable, tell me right away, I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere."

Ji Can raised his hand, wiped away the tears that slipped out, and his eyes fell on the drawing board again.

In the police room, only the rustling of paintbrushes could be heard for a while.

The old drawing paper was torn off, and new drawing paper was spread out. Ji Can was crying while drawing, and the tears never stopped, nor did he let go of his right hand.

After a sudden silence, she slumped to the ground, holding her head in her hands, and wailing, crying heartbreakingly.

Ke Chu approached quickly, and saw a middle-aged man with clear facial features appeared on the drawing paper.On the man's feet were the shoes that Hua Chong put in front of Ji Can a few days ago.

"Mr. Ke, I remembered, I remembered." Ji Can prostrated himself on the ground, sobbing constantly, "That's him! I was wrong, I killed grandpa, I made grandpa go so painfully..."

Ke Chu comforted Ji Can, tried his best to calm Ji Can, then took off the painting from the drawing board, and sent it to Hua Chong immediately after shooting.

"The rest is up to you."

??

In the photo, Guo Shu was in his twenties when he was just working.On the phone, it was Guo Shu, a 40-year-old weathered man.

Ten years is enough to change a person's appearance, but if you look closely, you can still tell that it is the same person.

Director Hong stared at the sketch in Hua Chong's mobile phone for a long time, and said affirmatively, "He, he is Guo Shu!"

Hua Chong put down his phone and suddenly became addicted to cigarettes. He lit a cigarette and didn't speak until it was over.

The clues are almost all connected in series. The person Ji Can saw was Guo Shu, the one who strangled Wang Zhangbing to death with Wang Xiaoning's belt was also Guo Shu, and the person who appeared in the stairwell and knocked Liang Ping to death was still Guo Shu!

As for who was responsible for the murder 13 years ago, perhaps only by arresting Guo Shu can the truth be revealed.

Director Hong had a look of disbelief, "It shouldn't be, he's a nice person, how could it be, how could it be related to the case?"

Zhang Mao also couldn't figure it out, "So, in fact, Lu Zhou'an was killed a long time ago. Guo Shu killed him, Hu You and Hu Xiangjuan, creating the illusion that he fled in fear of crime? Now he came out to kill others? But why? Aren't they friends?"

Hua Chong looked gloomy: "I also want to ask why."

"Guo Shu studied psychology and studied psychology. He could have helped countless people like Mr. Ke, but in the end he couldn't even get rid of his own demons." Liu Zhiqin just hung up the phone and said calmly: "Deputy Qu has already led people into action. Guo Shu He has been on the run for 13 years, and this time he cannot be allowed to escape again."

??

The man has been a little "itchy" recently. He always walks slowly on the road, and his eyes wander over the necks of pedestrians from time to time.

Human life is so fragile, a single knife can complete the transition from life to death.

Those old people who couldn't even struggle, the young man with the guitar on his back, if he slashed across with a knife, no matter how fresh his life was, he would turn into a corpse.

The doctor's scalpel brings people back to life, and the murderer's butcher's knife makes people stop breathing. Whose knife is more magical?

Thinking of "doctor", he frowned, and clenched his back molars lightly.

Sister, that idiot, why do you have to go to the hospital to work?What is the benefit of saving lives?If you can save others, can you save yourself?

Some people deserve to die.

How many damned people are saved by the doctor, how many undeserved people will be killed by the executioner.

Otherwise, how would the world maintain balance?

The man looked at the gray sky, his hands in his pockets trembling.

The higher-ups said that during this period of time no "showing your face" was allowed, waiting for arrangements, but the hand that had tasted the smell of blood was eager to pick up the usual knife again.

The man inspected the countless faces flashing in front of his eyes, and remembered the brand new game console he had received from his sister when he was a child.

At that time, he was obsessed with games. After playing for a day, when he went out and walked on the road, when he saw someone coming towards him, he would reflexively want to "make a move".

My sister patted his head and said with a smile, "What are you doing?"

He said honestly, "I want to kill someone."

"Nonsense!" My sister covered his mouth, "Is something wrong with playing games?"

He broke free, "Sister, don't you want to try?"

"Try your head!" My sister pushed him, "You are young, don't think about it, if you think about it, I will confiscate the game console!"

He quickly said: "I don't think about it, sister, don't accept my game console."

"I will supervise you in the future." My sister thought for a while and said, "I have to buy you some gentle games to play, lest you become a violent maniac in the future."

"Sister, with you here, how can I become a violent man?" He smiled, "Even if I really became a violent man, it was to protect you."

"I don't want you to protect me, just be obedient and separate the game from reality!"

"I know, I know!"

The memory came to an abrupt end, the man smiled coldly, and murmured: "Sister, I miss you very much."