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

"It's okay, it's my duty." Wen Xichun smiled, "But there is one thing that I am very concerned about."

The woman took out a handkerchief from her pocket, and gently wiped the little boy's black hand: "Ah, tell me."

"Does your child particularly like to imitate others' speech?"

The movement of the woman's hands suddenly stopped, she hung her head, unable to see the expression, after a long while, she nodded slightly:

"This child was born like this. It can't be cured, so it can only be raised like this."

"Then I want to know, who did he imitate when he said just now that it is your blessing to marry into our family?"

The woman's fingertips curled up slightly invisible to the naked eye, as if after a long inner struggle, she slowly raised her head, showing a smile that was uglier than crying:

"He's always running around like this. As for who he learned from, I don't know."

Wen Xichun smiled, from the flustered expression on the woman's face, he probably understood that women also had difficulties.

"Your Mandarin is pretty good." Wen Xichun looked at her with a smile.

The woman nodded slightly at Wen Xichun, and directly changed the topic: "Excuse me, we will go back first."

Looking at the two figures walking alone on the mountain path with one deep foot and one shallow foot, Wen Xichun's smile slowly disappeared from his face.

This child has no self-consciousness, all his actions and words are imitating others, the sad cry, and the sentence that it is your blessing to marry into our family, when combined, things become interesting.

When he got back to the police car, Xiao Liu was not sleepy at all, and was looking around vigilantly with a pair of big eyes.

Wen Xichun sat back in the car: "Don't look, there are no ghosts."

Xiao Liu quickly posted it: "Who is the little girl crying? What happened?"

Wen Xichun opened the car window, raised the phone in the air and shook it back and forth, trying to find a signal.

"It's not a little girl, it's a boy, and I think we'll have to make another trip after we bring the body back to the police station, bring the toiletries and prepare for a protracted battle."

****

After returning to the police station, Huang Jiu's first words were: "The police station is my home, and I love my home."

Bureau chief Lao Chen held a Changbai Mountain between his arms, and took a sharp bite: "How is the case going?"

A two-meter-long desk divides the powers. The first seat is naturally Lao Chen, the one on the left is the criminal investigation department, and the one on the right is the forensic department.

Yao Jingrong pushed the autopsy report over: "The preliminary autopsy results show that the two old men each had an oval open fatal wound about two centimeters deep on the brainstem. The murderer may have used an awl or a chisel. Uncommon and worth noting.”

Old Chen nodded and flicked the cigarette ash: "The murderer peeled off their scalps and sewed their mouths up. What was the purpose of the murderer?"

Yao Jingrong raised his hand and signaled Lao Chen to turn over the autopsy report.

"There was a bunch of hair in the mouth of the deceased. Because there is no hair follicle, there is no way to extract DNA for the time being."

"It's time to die."

"Green spots of corruption appeared in the lower right abdomen, and a network of corrupt blood vessels was initially formed. In winter, the plaques gathered slowly, so the estimated time of death was two days ago, and the emptying capacity of the stomach was about 70.00%. The number decreased significantly, and the food was mushy Combined with the bladder filling degree and 80.00% fluid accumulation, if the villagers did not lie and the deceased ate at six o'clock in the afternoon, then their death time was around ten o'clock in the evening two days ago."

Old Chen nodded thoughtfully, then turned his gaze to Wen Xichun: "Do you have any clues over there? Is there any news about the deceased's son and daughter-in-law?"

Wen Xichun shook his head slowly: "We collected footprints at the scene and compared them with the villagers. At least 30 people have been to the scene of the crime in the past two days."

"Emotions are treated as a tourist attraction." Old Chen patted the table, raised his eyebrows, "These idlers will cause trouble."

"After inspecting the scene, there were no signs of fighting in the house, and the items were in a mess. According to the villagers' confession, the deceased didn't like to clean up the house, but the floor tiles were very clean. After spraying the blue light reagent, there were very few bleeding spots, so it was not the first place. At the scene of a case, it is possible that the murderer moved the body into the house after killing the deceased, and there was blood on it, so the ground had to be cleaned up as a last resort."

The blue light reagent is a special tool for surveying the scene. Even if the blood is wiped off, the place where the reagent has been sprayed can still clearly illuminate the shape of the blood.

When Wen Xichun said this, he kept beating a small drum in his heart. Although it was analyzed that this was not the scene of the first crime, there were still zero clues to the murderer.

"Chen Bureau, I found something very interesting during the autopsy." Yao Jingrong handed over another document in his hand.

"The fracture plate on the calf of the female deceased has not yet been removed. Compared with the type of steel plate, it is imported from abroad, and the price is about [-] yuan. Moreover, the old couple did not have medical insurance during their lifetime. For their poor and white situation, it seems that It's not reasonable."

Old Chen Yuan stared, and pointed his finger on the table: "So the deceased had fractures during his lifetime."

"Yes, and it's a comminuted fracture. I suspect she was in a car accident."

"Interesting, they are all so poor. To install such an expensive steel plate. The later restoration will cost a lot of money. This family can still marry a wife. No matter how I think about it, I feel that I have failed in life." Huang Jiu was indignant Unfair.

"That's enough, let's talk too much. In the afternoon, you go to a few big hospitals near Chongmen Village to see which hospital this steel plate came from." Old Chen waved his hand, "Continue to investigate the disappearance of the young couple. All right, let's adjourn the meeting."

After the meeting was over, a group of people clamored to go to dinner first, but Wen Xichun had no appetite and went back to the office alone.

He turned on the computer, looked at the personal information of all the villagers in Chongmen Village sent from the information department, and went through it one by one.

But strangely, he did not find any information about the woman he met in the village the other night.

Was it abducted by human traffickers?

Just as he was thinking, the door of the office was suddenly pushed open.

The person who came was also stunned, hesitated for a while, walked over and put the document in his hand on the desk, but his tone implied disdain:

"I thought you were going to eat, I'm sorry I didn't knock on the door."

Now Wen Xichun finally understood what Huang Jiu meant by saying that Yao Jingrong was his old friend.

It's not an old friend, I'm afraid it's an enemy.

"This is the autopsy report. The director asked me to send you a copy too." Yao Jingrong put down the document, but didn't intend to leave.

He lowered his eyes slightly to look at Wen Xichun, from this angle, he could only see his pair of slightly raised peach blossom eyes.

After a while, Yao Jingrong raised his hand to cover his mouth and let out a soft laugh.

Wen Xichun glanced at him and took a deep breath: "Do you have anything else to do?"

Yao Jingrong answered calmly: "I'm waiting for you to eat."

"I don't have an appetite, go and eat by yourself." Wen Xichun didn't keep his hands idle, he called up the personal information of the two missing persons and read them word by word.

"Why, I'm in a bad mood." It's not a question, but an affirmation.

"Yeah, so don't hire me." Wen Xichun didn't raise his eyes, and was busy with the matter at hand.

Yao Jingrong shrugged, with a vague smile on the corner of his mouth: "Actually, I think you have something to say."

Wen Xichun ignored him.

"It is already a great thing for a person to master the major he has studied."

The way Yao Jingrong smiled was really like a vixen, sly and a little coquettish.

I can't figure it out, is he comforting himself?

After Yao Jingrong left, Wen Xichun continued to be busy with the matter at hand, and his intuition told him that the vague and unidentified woman in Chongmen Village must know something.

In the afternoon, several people from the criminal investigation department drove to the hospital in Shanwai Town, Chongmen Village. The nurses helped to look through the records of the installation of steel plates on the legs of patients with comminuted fractures in recent years, but they did not find any surgery that matched the brand of the steel plates installed in the deceased. .

"Our town's economic situation is not very good, and generally there will be no patients who are injured to install such expensive steel plates. Otherwise, you can go to the hospital in the city to inquire."

Wen Xichun nodded to the nurse, turned around and walked out.

"It's so strange. I went to the big hospital in the city for the operation. I don't look down on them, but it's not reasonable at all." Huang Jiu scratched his hair, "Where did they get the money?"

"Chongmen Village is a well-known poverty-stricken village throughout the country, with an annual per capita income of 3000 yuan." Xiao Liu followed along and murmured.

Wen Xichun was stunned suddenly, and an important point suddenly popped up in his mind.

"They have no money, but the perpetrators have money."

Several people went to the traffic police brigade again, and pulled out all the car accident records from three years ago to the present.

The female deceased did have a car accident two years ago. The place where the accident occurred was Zhongxin Street, Shibei District, Huiyuan City. The vehicle involved in the accident was a black Honda sedan, and the owner was...the secretary of the previous Municipal Committee.

"It turned out to be him. I know this person." Huang Jiu clicked on the information photo of the owner of the car that caused the accident on the screen.

But Wen Xichun didn't know that in the world he lived in, the secretary of the municipal party committee was not this person.

"It was said that it was a hit-and-run at the time. Later, netizens attacked him angrily and scolded him bloody. The higher-ups couldn't bear the pressure and came out to investigate him. They found that his sister-in-law had accepted 3000 million bribes in his name. The higher-ups wanted to punish him. The secretary took his wife and son and jumped off the upstairs of his house."

Huang Jiu clicked his tongue twice: "It can only be said that he is a scapegoat. If he is greedy for 3000 million yuan these days, is it still called money? A village chief can be greedy for hundreds of millions. Besides, the money is all in the hands of his prodigal sister-in-law. Here, he didn’t get a penny, and he drove a car worth tens of thousands of yuan, hey, it’s a pity.”

Xiao Liu followed suit and nodded: "Yes, in fact, Huiyuan developed really well when he was in office, but after changing the secretary, it's all in vain."

Wen Xichun silently looked at the person in the photo, and after a while, turned around to leave.

The phone rang twice, picked it up, and saw that it was a message from "Yao Jingrong from the Department of Forensic Medicine" in the note:

"Some new clues, come to the Institute quickly."

The police car galloped along the downtown avenue, and 10 minutes later, a sudden brake stopped at the entrance of the police research institute.

It is slightly different from the research institute in memory, and its total scale is larger than that of the General Bureau of Criminal Investigation. It seems that the forensic science department is really popular here.

Pushing open the door of the dissecting room, a tall and thin figure came into view.

Yao Jingrong was standing in front of the window, holding a document in his hand, his delicate eyes were partially blurred through the thin goggles.

Wen Xichun didn't want to greet him more, and cut straight to the point: "What new clues."

Yao Jingrong handed over the report: "We detected a drug ingredient in the blood of the deceased. It was an anti-cancer drug. Hengtai PD-1, which was launched the year before last, cost [-] bottles and can only be taken for a month."

"The deceased himself had cancer?" Wen Xichun asked.

"No, we did a urine test, and neither of them had symptoms of cancerous cells in their bodies, but both of them contained this anticancer drug ingredient in their bodies."

Huang Jiu frowned: "Who would take this kind of anti-cancer drug when they have nothing to do? It's not a good thing. It's a three-point drug, haven't you heard of it?"

Wen Xichun shook his head: "That's not the point. The point is the sky-high price of [-] a bottle of medicine, and I don't know how long it took, plus the tens of thousands of steel plates on the legs and surgery fees, and no medical insurance. Where did this family come from?" With so much money, Huang Jiu, go and find out how much they got paid after the car accident."

"I remember that I lost medical expenses plus mental damage, which was only 7 yuan."

"As for the sales channel of Hengtai PD-1, the hospital pharmacy will check all of them to see the purpose and quantity of their purchase." Wen Xichun said, picked up the car keys and did not turn back to go out.

"Boss, where are you going?" Huang Jiu howled.

"Pack up your things and go to Chongmen Village."

****

The rain that had just stopped for the day started again and the rain continued.

An old Buick LaCrosse was parked at the gate of the General Bureau of Criminal Investigation, Wen Xichun was sitting in the driver's cab, just lit up——

"Papa!" The car window was knocked violently twice.

Opening the car window, Huang Jiu's anxious face was outside: "Team Wen, are you planning to go to Chongmen Village by yourself without us?"

"Hmm." Without giving a reason, Wen Xichun's tone was very perfunctory.

Naturally, he has his own ideas about going alone without his subordinates. This time he went for a private visit in a micro-service, and the police car did not drive, because the villagers naturally refused to tell the truth after seeing the police. consciousness.

"But you've seen the virtues of those unruly people. You went there alone, looking for trouble."

Wen Xichun ignored the earnest Huang Jiu outside the car, and raised his hand to touch the fake beard under his nose.

"If you think this little police officer who keeps nagging is annoying, I don't have much to say, can you take me with you?" Suddenly, a very discordant voice came from the car window.

Wen Xichun looked up and met a pair of eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Like a cunning fox, his eyes are full of charm.