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

The police car crossed the dimly lit path and finally stopped in front of the "Xinfu" station.

Wen Xichun was pulling the handbrake, and he didn't forget to raise his orchid fingers to prevent damage to the manicure he just made.

Yao Jingrong: "It seems that you got used to it very quickly, but if we go to the police tomorrow, we'll split up. I don't want to be known to have such a colleague."

Wen Xichun rolled his eyes, didn't bother to explain to him, and closed the car door with his orchid fingers raised.

Xinfu Station is the terminus of the 305 bus. Because this bus is a long-distance bus connecting the urban area and the suburbs, there are usually no one at the first few stops. Only the bus driver shuttles around this place every day.

There is only one old camera that looks like it has been exposed to the wind and sun for many years, and I don’t know if it can still be used. A few steps back is the unknown forest where the No.1 victim’s body was found.

Wen Xichun went to the stop sign and looked carefully. Sure enough, as he guessed, the word "Xinfu" on the stop sign had been covered up with something, and both "pro" and "no" were stained. With a little sticky substance.

Wen Xichun carefully scraped off the sticky substance and put it in the evidence bag, planning to send it to the trace inspection department for a detailed identification tomorrow morning.

With the dim light, the two checked back and forth near the platform, trying to find clues left by the victim or the murderer.

"Squeak—" There was a strange sound, and the eyes of the two of them instantly went dark.

A bus stopped in front of the platform, and a bald driver got off the bus, running down with his belt in his pants.

"Wait a minute, Master." Wen Xichun hurriedly called to stop him, and showed his police ID, "We are from the General Bureau of Criminal Investigation. I have something to ask you? Listen."

The driver seemed to be in a hurry, his feet kept walking on the spot: "If you have something to ask, I'm in a hurry."

"Four days ago, that is, around eleven o'clock in the evening on the 28th, which driver drove the bus to the terminal."

The driver thought about it carefully, and said, "It's me, what's wrong?"

While speaking, the master has changed from walking in place to jumping in place.

"Were there any passengers in your car at that time?"

The driver nodded, "Yes, yes, a girl in her twenties, what's wrong?"

Wen Xichun showed the photo of the suspected victim Liu Qinxuan to the driver: "Is it her?"

The driver looked like an old man on the subway looking at his mobile phone. He glanced at it and said, "Is it like this? I can't remember clearly. I didn't look carefully at the time. It seems to be like this."

"Adjust the monitoring, I want to see."

The master driver nodded repeatedly, and pointed to the woods not far away, as if he wanted to say something.

"By the way, master, is the monitoring of this platform still operating normally?" Wen Xichun asked the master again.

The driver suddenly looked away from the world, and shook his head blankly: "It seems to be bad..."

"Okay, sorry to trouble you, do you want to solve your internal emergency? Go there quickly." Wen Xichun thought he was very considerate of others.

The master shook his head, there seemed to be tears in the corner of his eyes——

He shook his legs, and a smile slowly formed on the corner of his lips: "No need, I'll just go back and change my pants..."

After the master left, Yao Jingrong didn't know if it was on purpose or because he was innocent at this time, he raised his head and asked, "What's the matter, is the master incontinent?"

Wen Xichun: "Yes, thanks to you, I went back to change my pants."

"What does it have to do with me? It's you. Can't you wait until the master solves it before asking?"

"Human life is at stake. Every second wasted is a potential threat." Wen Xichun was plausible, without any sense of guilt or guilt for causing trouble to the master.

Yao Jingrong shook his head, and then looked at Wen Xichun's manicure hands, which he kept carefully: "Can you come over and take a look, don't just focus on your hands."

Wen Xichun was not happy when he was scolded for nothing.

Doesn't he care? The manicure he just finished is purely for this thing? It's too long and inconvenient, Wen Xichunsheng? I'm afraid it will be knocked off by? It will be peeled off along with his nails.

The two squatted nearby, took a flashlight to measure the length of the shoe prints at the scene, and extracted fingerprints from the stop signs.

But not long ago, it seemed that some workers came to help beautify the city, and the scene was destroyed in a mess.

However, there are not no footprints with clear boundaries that can be collected at present, but the number is huge, and the weight and occupation of the footprint owner can only be analyzed through the sole pattern and wear degree.

Wen Xichun was concentrating on collecting footprints there——

With a sound of "hum--", the mobile phone rubbed against his thigh in his trouser pocket.

Wen Xichun hurriedly stopped what he was doing, carefully stuffed his hands into his trouser pockets, and took out the manicure, but the manicure was too long, so he took a long time to take it out, but he didn't take it out.

Yao Jingrong couldn't stand it any longer, moved to his side a few steps, reached out his hand to take out the mobile phone from his trouser pocket, pressed the answer button and turned it on.

"Boss!" Huang Jiu's eager voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Say."

"There is no one in the department now. If there is no one, I will trouble you to go there! The police station received a fourth call to the police who gave an unclear address and only reported the address. It was located at the unfinished building of Keda Real Estate. Now? ? After rushing over, you should go and have a look."

Wen Xichun said in his heart that this kid has learned to order his superiors.

But right now is not the time to care about these trivial matters. After all, it is still the same sentence, human life is at stake. The police station received the call not long ago, and rushing there now may have a chance for the victim.

With the siren on, the car passed quickly in the silent night.

Keda’s unfinished buildings are located in the suburbs, where there is only a small garment factory that seems to be running poorly, and tall buildings stand beside it, but there are only rough buildings left, standing naked in the dark like thick ink middle.

Wen Xichun jumped off the car before it stopped. At this time, another police car was parked in front of the unfinished building, and three or four policemen in police uniforms came down from above.

"We received a call to the police and located the reporter's mobile phone. It should be nearby. The owner? The information is that he is a high school boy? He is studying in No. [-] Middle School."

In front of the garment factory is a sewer that drains sewage, and the sewer leads directly to the black river that exudes a rancid smell.

"Let's go up and look for it first. You go to the garment factory and ask about the situation. I will immediately notify the General Administration to send more people." Wen Xichun ran towards the unfinished building at a speed of [-] meters after speaking. .

"Wait a minute!" Yao Jingrong called to him, took out a mask from his pocket and handed it over, "If the murderer hadn't gone far, it's hard to say that he wouldn't have seen your face."

Yao Jingrong didn't say any more about the following content, but just looked at Wen Xichun's hands doing manicure.

It's not that he doesn't know, but he also knows that the secret plan of the police station cannot be revealed, even if he knows, he must pretend not to know.

Wen Xichun glanced at him, pulled off his mask and went straight to the building.

When Keda Real Estate invested in the construction of this real estate, it also had the dream of making a fortune, but because of the remote location and the fact that the central park promised by the government has not been in place for a long time, Keda Real Estate set the price of this real estate After falling again and again, someone finally asked, and the result? There were rumors of being haunted, and the road was bumpy. In the end, the real estate was so abandoned here, and Keda had to stop the subsequent construction progress in order to quickly stop the loss.

The building was in a mess, with a thick layer of dust. There was still a lot of construction waste that hadn't been cleaned up. There was even household garbage and animal feces that came from nowhere, and the stench was overwhelming.

Yao Jingrong coughed, and quickly took out his mask and put it on.

The floor is not low, there are 21 floors. Although it is a professional police school, it is no match for the nearly 80-meter-high building. Physically exhausted.

Wen Xichun looked upstairs blankly and shook his head: "I don't think we need to continue to climb up. First of all, if it's really a high school boy who was killed, the murderer must have knocked him unconscious and brought him here. It is difficult for ordinary people to climb up while carrying a high school student weighing more than 100 kilograms."

"It makes sense, but we have searched all the floors below, and if we haven't seen the victim, we can only continue to search upwards."

The two were discussing, when suddenly a strange sound came from the empty floor.

"Thrilling—" It sounded like a hard object scraping against a rough wooden surface.

Wen Xichun held his breath for an instant and listened carefully to the source of the sound.

"Help... help..." A faint cry for help came from a corner.

"There is a living person!" The two looked at each other and walked quickly towards the source of the voice.

There were piles of rotten wooden boards piled up in the corner of the floor. As the two approached, the voice became clearer.

As the rotten boards were cleaned piece by piece, the strong smell of blood permeated the air along with the biting cold wind at night.

The bloody mass under the board was still trembling slightly.

"Hold on, we'll rescue you right away!" Wen Xichun sped up his movements, and the manicure that he spent a huge amount of money on in the afternoon was already scratched so that he couldn't see the original shape.

But these are not important, only the only survivor at the moment is an important witness that can help them solve the case quickly.

The wooden boards were finally cleaned up, and the survivors finally appeared in their original form.

He was wearing the school uniform of a certain middle school, which was wrinkled, his hands were tied behind his back, his eyes were full of steel nails, and a piece of iron wire passed through the back of his head and into his cheeks, and then tied a knot in his mouth.

But the students seemed to be alive and could faintly send out distress calls.

Yao Jingrong hurriedly knelt down to check the victim's injuries.

Wen Xichun's side hit 120. Before that, Yao Jingrong, who was considered half-expert, was obliged to go to the front line.

"Uncle, save me...it hurts..." The boy lay there miserably, his mouth uttering an inarticulate voice.

120 arrived soon, professional medical staff did a simple hemostasis and treated the wound, and everyone rushed to help carry him into the ambulance.

"What does Ruimei Garment Factory say?" Seeing the policemen rushing over, Wen Xichun hurriedly stepped forward to ask.

"The factory is already off work, and there is only one old man on duty there, but he has provided some useful information." Although it is a cold winter day, the police are still sweating.

"He said that he saw a black car parked here. It stopped at the station outside the factory for a while, and then drove to the unfinished building. Half an hour ago, it just left here."

"What about the license plate number, do you remember?"

The policeman shook his head: "I only saw a 2 at the end, and I didn't see the rest clearly."

"Well, no matter how much you see, it's better than nothing."

Wen Xichun was really tired. It seemed that this day? He hadn't stopped from morning to night. There were a lot of things in his head, and his head didn't work for a while.

He stepped into the police car, leaned tiredly in the driver's seat, narrowed his eyes into a slit, and stared blankly at the dark scene outside the front window.

Yao Jingrong also sat in and stared straight at him for a while, then took Wen Xichun's hand and smiled: "Your manicure, it looks like tomorrow? It's going to be redone."

Wen Xichun was indifferent? He withdrew his hand and didn't speak.

"Don't make yourself too tired. Some chores can be handed over to your subordinates. Otherwise, what's the point of your promotion?"

Should it be so?Wen Xichun doesn't know, it's just that in the real world, he is just a little policeman who has no eye contact with the section chief and is suppressed everywhere. If he meddles too much, one day he will relax and panic.

"Go back and rest first. I'll follow up on the high school student. I'll let you know when he wakes up."

Wen Xichun nodded, and stopped rejecting Yao Jingrong's offer, and then started the car and went back to the police station.

****

Early the next morning, Wen Xichun opened his eyes without waiting for the alarm clock to ring.

Although? he only slept for four hours last night, but now that there are frequent murders, he dare not relax. He even hopes that people can live without sleep for the rest of their lives.

When I arrived at the police station, there was no one there, only a few colleagues on night shift yawned and planned to go to the back lounge to catch up on sleep.

Wen Xichun came to the archives room and entered the two clues of "black, license plate number containing the number 2" into the police system. Soon, the police system screened out nearly [-] vehicles that met the conditions, and he called again. I called the traffic police team and asked them to check the information of the vehicles that often appear in the suburban areas among the [-] vehicles. Finally, the number was reduced to [-].

But this is still an astronomical figure.

We can only wait for the victimized student to wake up after the dangerous period, and then ask him for clues.

The right eye that had been put in the eyelash glue started to ache again. Yao Jingrong Qian reminded him to use the eye drops on time, and he forgot at the police station.

Wen Xichun picked up the eye drops and looked at the instructions, and just unscrewed the cap——

the phone is ringing.

Called from the information desk in the police lobby downstairs.

Said that the parents of the suspected victim Yang Ruifan came over.

Wen Xichun sighed and went downstairs.

In the hall stood a bony couple, supporting each other. Their old clothes complemented their mottled white hair, vividly expressing the image of poverty at the bottom of contemporary society.

Wen Xichun suddenly realized?

This country is indeed prosperous and prosperous, but most of them are helpless and poor who have struggled on the line of food and clothing all their lives.

The couple stood at a loss in the police hall, shrinking their bodies and looking around cautiously.

"Are they Yang Ruifan's parents?" Wen Xichun lowered his voice, for fear of scaring them.

The couple looked at Wen Xichun, hesitated for a while, and nodded.

"Come with me."

The morgue of the forensic department exuded a frightening cold air. Wen Xichun opened one of the cabinets, pulled the corpse out, and carried it to the dissecting table with two other forensic doctors.

The couple walked forward slowly and looked at the corpse——

I have learned about the family situation of the suspected victim Yang Ruifan before:

Both parents make a living by farming? Yang Ruifan is more promising and got admitted to a good university. After graduation, he moved to Huiyuan and entered a large foreign company, but because he couldn’t accept the unspoken rules of his superiors, he resigned in a rage and went to another company. After finding a way out, he joined a small media company and barely survived on a salary of five or six thousand.

She knew that she was born in a rural area and was excluded everywhere in the big cities, so she had countless thorns on her body, and tried her best to package herself as an educated and refined egoist. She did not despise her rural origin , I just want to live a better life in this cruel and indifferent big city, is it wrong?

In all fairness, human nature?

Yang Ruifan's parents have never been out of the countryside all their lives, and their vision and thoughts have long been imprisoned in that narrow mountain village. He doesn't ask his daughter to become rich in the future, but only hopes that she can get a stable job in the small county above. Because of this, Yang Ruifan, who has seen the outside world, had a violent quarrel with his parents.

His father was a harsh and inarticulate man, and he never seemed to care about Yang Ruifan. When Yang Ruifan was injured and went home crying, his father didn't feel sorry for him, but calmly found the medicine box and taught her how to do it. How to apply the medicine? Bandages; when Yang Ruifan was in the first grade, her father did not pick her up from school, and let her climb a mountain by herself, for several years like a day.

In the eyes of many villagers, Yang Ruifan is patriarchal. He doesn't like his daughter, but because his wife can't bear any more children, he reluctantly provides for his only child.

It was such a father who was stunned for a long time when he saw Yang Ruifan's body, and then suddenly knelt down in front of Wen Xichun with a "plop", and kowtowed three times to him, his forehead was flushed.

"Officer, please, no matter what we are asked to do or what price we have to pay, please, we must find the murderer who killed my daughter."

The mother had already been crying and almost fainted, and the father who was not good at words was just doing heart-rending actions calmly.

Don't you love your daughter?

no.

Because he knew how rigid the patriarchal thinking in that feudal mountain village was, so he knew very well that sometimes, tears cannot be a girl's weapon, and strength is the most useful armor.

He did not help her deal with the wound immediately when her daughter was injured, but taught her how to do it, because he knew that a person must spend a long period of time alone in his life, and no one can help him;

He let his daughter climb over the mountain to go to school alone, but in fact, he quietly followed her every day in case she had any accidents.

There are many, many, deep love and responsibility, he has no ability to support his daughter, he just wants to teach his daughter what he knows and do his best, hoping that she can go further.

But now, before seeing her daughter returning to her hometown, the accident arrived one step ahead——

Wen Xichun quickly helped him up, but the old father was very stubborn, and kept kneeling there, repeating "I beg you, we must find the murderer who killed my daughter".

Wen Xichun's heart was in a mess. In fact, he didn't like to meet the families of the victims. Seeing their grief and pain because of the loss of their loved ones, he would feel that the burden on his shoulders was even heavier, and he couldn't breathe.

He's not a saint either, just an ordinary guy like most.

A white figure flashed through the door and silently came to Wen Xichun's side.

Wen Xichun's appearance was really exhausted, his face was as pale as paper, and he was uglier than the victim's family.

"Are you okay?" asked the voice.

Wen Xichun raised his head, his right eye was still aching, and the magnificent and profound facial features were revealed in his blurred vision.

This person seems to have installed a bug in his heart. Whenever he feels uncomfortable, he always pinpoints the time to arrive.

"Come to my office." Yao Jingrong took Wen Xichun's hand and walked out without saying a word.

In his eyes, are the families of the victims just family members? No matter how sad the scene is, he will not be moved at all.

There is only one person he cares about, and taking care of this person is all he considers his duty.