God of unknown origin, please don't ask [criminal investigation]

"Yes, yes, it is the Ren Siyu who voluntarily surrendered himself. Please bring him to the Municipal Bureau. There is something I want to ask him face to face. Okay, thank you."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Xichun took a deep breath, looked at the documents sent from the police station, and already had a rough idea of ​​the process of Ren Siyu's interrogation.

"Bang bang" the door rang twice.

Before Wen Xichun could respond, the door was pushed open.

"Can I come in?" The man at the door knocked on the door with a meaningful smile on his lips.

Wen Xichun didn't raise his eyes: "You are all in my office, is it useful if I don't let you in?"

Yao Jingrong walked forward with a smile, and put one hand on the desk: "I didn't see it, you are quite angry."

Wen Xichun didn't speak, his eyes were still glued to the screen.

"Well, I met Deputy Director Yu just now, and he asked me to bring you this document by the way."

A light yellow leather file bag was placed in front of Wen Xichun.

When I picked it up, there was a red seal in the lower right corner of the file bag, and there seemed to be two artistic words in the middle.

"Ode to the Moon"

"It seems to be an invitation letter for the [-]th anniversary of Songyue Girls' High School." Yao Jingrong said with a glance.

"What should the police do for the [-]th anniversary of the founding of the Girls' High School?" Wen Xichun didn't understand.

"It seems that not only the police, but people from all walks of life were invited to attend the school celebration."

About Songyue Girls' High School, most people have heard of it. It was a girls' high school funded by the Italian government in 1950 with the purpose of cultivating elite ladies. Basically, the students who graduated from here were sent directly to Italy to study, and Italy provides very favorable conditions for the students of this school, Italy's permanent residence permit and the same social security system as Italian nationals.

But Wen Xichun didn't care. To be precise, he didn't have the energy to take care of these things. He only had one request now, which was to see Ren Siyu as soon as possible.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, there was a faint drizzle in the sky again. This kind of weather has made everyone feel bored.

And in this misty rain and mist, a plainly dressed figure slowly appeared at the gate of the police station. Accompanied by his limping movements when walking, one trouser leg was soaked badly, as if he had just come from the river.

Moon Hee Chun's cold eyes were reflected through the rain-soaked window.

When the young man who was not good at walking slowly walked into the hall of the city bureau, almost everyone stopped their work and looked at the past curiously.

Everyone wants to see what kind of posture the son of the secretary who was once famous will appear in everyone's sight now.

Ren Siyu lowered his head, his bangs hanging down to cover his face.

Every step he took was very difficult, not only because of physical obstacles, but more because of the inferiority complex in his heart.

When he saw Wen Xichun, he was obviously stunned for a moment, as if he felt that the other person looked familiar. After thinking about it carefully, he finally remembered that two real estate developers came to Chongmen Village to survey the terrain. One of the hundreds of dollars I spent was the policeman sitting in front of me.

Ren Siyu secretly sneered.

In other words, a village that is so rotten, how could someone blindly look at that place.

"Since you have surrendered, we will follow the procedure directly and save me trouble." Wen Xichun turned the pen and raised his eyes, "Tell me about your crime history."

Ren Siyu looked at some unclear water stains on the table, remained silent for a while, then slowly raised his head——

Wen Xichun saw his eyes were very bright, no matter what situation he was in, there was always light in his eyes.

Then, he raised the corners of his mouth and smiled slightly: "Three years ago, a woman suddenly appeared in front of my dad's car when she ran a red light. My dad didn't stop the car and was hit by someone, causing a comminuted fracture. Openly claiming 50 yuan, to be honest, my dad is an upright official, 50 yuan is my family's entire property, half his life's hard work, so he didn't agree to this woman's blackmail."

When he said this, Ren Siyu's tone was brisk.

"Later, this incident was reported on the Internet. It was spread ten times and hundreds of times. In the end, it became my father's hit-and-run victim and bullied victim. I tried my best to explain it, but the truth is not important to netizens. , they just need a way to vent to balance the pressure of work and life."

"My dad was investigated. For me and my mother, he chose to jump off the building, but I thought at that time that the whole family lived and died together, so I thought about jumping together, but... when I fell, I fell into the building downstairs. On the drying rack, the clothes were hooked on the hook, which survived, but this leg, that's it."

Wen Xichun raised his head, looking through the child's clear eyes, it seemed that he was trying to understand his heart.

"I think God didn't want me to die, and wanted me to live a good life, but I didn't take the college entrance examination, I didn't even have a high school diploma, and I was physically disabled, so I could only earn a living by doing some small jobs."

"Later, I met He Yingying. She is a very good girl, like a ray of light from the sun, shining into my dark world." Ren Siyu choked up when he said this.

"You all know what happened later. She was sold by her unscrupulous family to a dead man for a yin marriage, but I didn't expect that the yin marriage family was the bastard who blackmailed my father and caused our family to be ruined."

"How do you think I could give up my hatred? I hid under their beds for three days, figured out their routines, strangled them with a rope while they were asleep, and hung them on the beams, creating the illusion that they hanged themselves. "

Wen Xichun nodded, and didn't seem to be in a hurry to expose it: "Then why did you choose to surrender again?"

"Because my parents are gone, and Yingying is not here anymore, so it doesn't make much sense to live."

Wen Xichun smiled, and Huang Jiu who was on the side made a record and printed it out, and handed over the confession.

"Okay, let's sign it."

Ren Siyu picked up the pen almost without thinking. Just as the tip of the pen landed on the signature column, a hand reached out to hold his own.

When he raised his head, he was facing Wen Xichun's eyes that couldn't see through his emotions.

"If you sign it, it means that you will be a criminal all your life."

Ren Siyu sneered: "What about life, do I still have a life?"

After a long time, Wen Xichun took a deep breath and withdrew the pen from Ren Siyu's hand: "The cause of death of the two victims was not mechanical suffocation. They were wounded to death, and after they died, two balls of hair were stuffed into their mouths, you dare to confess without knowing these things, your father taught you this when he was alive."

Ren Siyu lowered his head indiscriminately and squeezed the hands under the table tightly.

"You go back first, we will find you again if there is something to do."

After saying this, Wen Xichun got up, and gestured to Huang Jiu who was beside him, indicating that he could pack up and get off work.

But Ren Siyu sat there motionless, like a log.

Wen Xichun stopped what he was doing and stared at him.

He didn't ask why Ren Siyu didn't leave, since he didn't want to leave, there must be his reasons, and most of the reasons were that he wanted to confess his crime quickly and didn't want to drag on any longer.

"Are you still determined?" Wen Xichun sneered, "Then do you want me to do a live simulation for you to see how you hang the victim on the beam with such a body?"

"Since someone has pleaded guilty, it can also lighten your burden. Why don't you just agree to it? Why do you embarrass yourself and others!" Ren Siyu slammed the table and stood up abruptly, but Because of the disability of the leg, the body staggered a few times before barely steadying itself.

"If I want to close the case early, I can find 1 scapegoats, but what is the meaning of this? Whoever does something wrong will have to pay the price. This is the rule."

Throwing down a sentence, no longer searching for the expression on Ren Siyu's lowered head, he is really hungry now, and just wants to find a place to eat.

Opposite the police station is a row of small restaurants. I randomly found Huaiyang cuisine and planned to reward myself with a few side dishes.

As soon as I sat down, before the menu touched my hands, I heard a familiar voice from behind.

"Yes, you can pay attention to this."

Sure enough, people are unlucky. Drinking cold water can stuff their teeth, and even eating a meal can meet people they don't want to meet.

Forget it, just pretend you didn't see it, and leave immediately after eating.

But some people, if you don't recruit them, they will come to recruit you.

"Captain Wen? What a coincidence, you eat too?"

What this said is the same as drinking morning dew and eating fallen flowers.

As a last resort, everyone squeaked, and if I pretended not to hear, I couldn't justify it.

Wen Xichun turned his head and saw four or five forensic doctors sitting on the table behind, each holding a document in his hand. Their posture was more like a meeting than a meal.

"Captain Wen, we just ordered a lot of dishes, let's eat together." One of the forensic doctors warmly invited.

The words have come to this point, if you refuse it yourself, you will be ignorant of flattery.

Sitting among a bunch of forensic doctors, there was an illusion that IQ was ruthlessly crushed.

On the other hand, Yao Jingrong looked at him with a smile, with his slender fingers resting on his chin, as if he was looking at some strange species.

"Let's talk about Captain Wen, have you heard of Songyue Girls' High School?" While waiting for the food to be served, several people began to chat.

"Well, I heard someone say that."

"Did you receive the invitation letter for their [-]th anniversary at the beginning of next month?"

"received."

"It's strange, it's not the director or the political commissar who received the invitation letter, but Captain Wen and Section Chief Yao."

Wen Xichun raised his eyes suddenly.

It is really strange to say so.

"By the way, how is the case in Chongmen Village going? I heard that someone has surrendered." Another forensic doctor suddenly winked and quickly changed the subject.

"Yes, but the situation is doubtful. He has physical defects, and it is difficult for him to complete the large-scale project of killing people and hanging beams, and he does not seem to know the real way of death of the deceased. He thought he was strangled to death, so he may It is intentional to take the blame for others."

"So what's your next move?"

Wen Xichun thought for a while: "Go to Chongmen Village again, and bring back the evidence of the suspected murder weapon found in Yu Rongxiu's house for a blood comparison. If they match, the suspect can basically be identified."

"Going again? That place is really difficult to walk." Another forensic doctor sighed.

Wen Xichun smiled perfunctorily and did not respond.

After eating and drinking enough, several forensic doctors said goodbye to each other and planned to go back to their respective homes to find their respective mothers, but——

"Captain Wen, I heard that you and Section Chief Yao are on the way, so please give him a ride." A forensic doctor pointed to Yao Jingrong, who was already sleeping soundly on a chair with arms folded, "He's been too tired recently, sorry Give it a go."

No, Wen Xichun understands the truth, but who said that he and himself are on the same road?

Several forensic doctors lifted their briefcases and bowed to each other: "Then see you tomorrow."

After all, the restaurant was blown out like a gust of wind, and the speed was astounding.

Looking at Yao Jingrong who was sleeping like a dead pig on the chair, and seeing him maintain an elegant posture even when he was asleep, Wen Xichun once again seriously suspected that he was faking it.

Carrying Yao Jingrong, who was taller and heavier than him, he walked several hundred meters and finally reached the parking lot.

What to do, bring people home?Or send it to the duty room of the police station?

Forget it, although it's true that he doesn't like him, he's not really an enemy after all, so let's take him home, at least let him sleep more comfortably, and save himself a few words in the future so that he can live for a few more years.

Back home, this time Yao Jingrong didn't wake up on the spot, he was in a deep sleep, unshakable.

Wen Xichun found out for him the bedding he used when he borrowed it last time, put it on the ground, and just brought people over——

He hesitated again.

I remembered what those forensic doctors said during the meal, "Section Chief Yao has been working really hard recently, basically he can fall asleep right away by giving him a pillow."

After hesitating for a while, Wen Xichun raised his hand to pull Yao Jingrong up, dragged him to the bed with great effort, and didn't bother to help him undress, just covered him with a quilt and let him go.

After washing himself, he lay down on the floor that was not so soft and not so warm.

Just before closing his eyes, Ren Siyu's face suddenly popped up in his mind inexplicably. It looked like he was smiling, but there was a hint of world-weariness and sadness in his eyes.

Suddenly, I started to wonder why he took the blame for others.

The serpentine hour hand made a circle around the dial, and in the silent night, only the sound of breathing could be heard one after another.

The person on the bed slowly opened his eyes, sat up gently, covered his heart with his palms, feeling the hot and steady heartbeat.

He got out of bed slowly, and accidentally kicked a soft spot with his toe.

The person on the floor was fast asleep, with one hand under his head, as if trying to find a comfortable sleeping position.

Yao Jingrong slowly leaned down, curled up to the side, and quietly stared at his face in the dim sight. Only in this way, seeing him by his side, he felt complete.

He stretched out a hand, grabbed Wen Xichun's hand and put it into his arms, and said softly: "Good night, I hope to see you again when I wake up tomorrow morning."