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

Back at the police station, Wen Xichun threw his coat on the sofa, nestled in the swivel chair wearily, looked up at the ceiling, and felt a dead silence in his heart.

Although it was not a homicide, a girl who was alive and kicking one second died in front of my eyes the next. To be honest, it was hard to accept.

Wen Xichun didn't like to eat much at first, but when he thought about this and looked at the dinner that Tong Si specially bought for him on the table, he even felt nauseated.

He raised his hand and pushed the lunch box out of sight.

But the pain is the pain, and the work still has to go on.

He took the evidence bag containing the red diamond and went to the forensic department in a daze.

Yao Jingrong is probably the only one who can calmly sit in front of the computer and drink coffee at such a time.

"Come? I heard? You just witnessed a miracle?"

Wen Xichun raised his head, his eyes were indifferent: "Can you still talk about people? A girl just died like this, and you can still make fun of her."

Yao Jingrong put down his cup and shrugged his shoulders: "Isn't it a miracle, a living person? Was strangled to death by? You can find a second case?"

Wen Xichun was really in the mood to quarrel with him, and the conversation changed: "I want to see He Yan's body."

After the storage of carbon dioxide, He Yan's corpse still retains the bright and charming look of life? It's just that because of being dead for too long, the skin is obviously blue and stiff.

"Where's the crown on her head?"

"Fortunately you came early, I just planned to send it to the trace inspection department." Yao Jingrong opened the evidence cabinet, took out the hat worn by He Yan and placed it on the dissection table.

Wen Xichun held the red diamond, turned the hat and inspected it carefully.

Sure enough, one of the rows of red diamond-shaped diamonds on the crown was missing, and the red diamond found at the crime scene matched it exactly.

Wen Xichun raised his eyes: "The deceased has seen He Yan? Or, he has been to the cave where He Yan's body is stored?"

"Who?" Yao Jingrong couldn't help asking.

"I just came across a self-harming suicide from the vegetable market, and the body was sent to the sub-bureau. However, we went to the second investigation site and found this red diamond in the blood of the deceased. It may have been pulled from He Yan's hat crown? of."

Yao Jingrong looked at the red diamond.

"But it's very strange, it's said that the deceased was an employee of a state-owned enterprise and lived in an urban area. How did he get involved with He Yan? Besides, why did he pick off the diamond on the crown of his hat, for money? But a dying person? What are you doing with this?"

"It's impossible to make money. These are fake diamonds and emeralds. The only real one is the pigeon egg sapphire in the middle of the crown." Yao Jingrong quickly denied this statement.

"I'll go to the branch office, you're busy first." After finishing speaking, Wen Xichun didn't wait for Yao Jingrong's response, and blew out of the office like a gust of wind.

****

The people from the branch office and the people from the head office have always been at odds with each other. For nothing else, they feel that most of the major cases are solved by the branch office, and the head office only needs to sit back and enjoy the benefits. For a serial murder case, they have to request from the branch office. Support is simply a bunch of trash.

So when they saw Wen Xichun, most of the police officers didn't like him. They looked like they didn't answer.

When I saw Forensic Doctor Wang, who was in charge of the autopsy of the man who committed suicide, he was sitting in his office eating boiled fish and sweating profusely.

"Have you finished the autopsy here?" Wen Xichun opened his mouth and asked.

Forensic Wang glanced at him: "Yeah, so please let me take a break and eat something. I'm a human? I'm not a god. I also need to rest."

The meaning is obvious, let Wen Xichun go back and forth.

"Excuse me? Excuse me, can you show me the report? I have something I want to know more about." But Wen Xichun didn't have that sharp eyesight, maybe he understood or pretended not to understand.

"The criminal investigation detachment has already taken it away, let them go." Wang Fayi said vaguely while pawing his mouthful of rice.

"But you must have a backup, right?" Didn't Wen Xichun? Anything else, just honesty.

Wang Fayi took a deep breath, and put the chopsticks heavily on the table.

The spicy fish soup in the box jumped out, and three red spots burst out on Wen Xichun's shirt.

Wang Fayi opened the drawer, pulled out a leather folder from inside, threw it on the table, and continued to eat his boiled fish with chopsticks and a cold face.

Knowing that Wang Fayi was bothering him, Wen Xichun consciously stopped wandering in front of him, picked up the documents and hid in a corner.

The cause of death was a knife wound and excessive blood loss? I ran away, but wrote an entry in the autopsy report of Wang Forensic Doctor:

There was a five-centimeter-long scar on the wrist of the amputated limb, which was formed about a week ago, and the scab had not completely faded away.

In addition, there are some photos of the wounds.

"Can I make a copy of this and bring it back to the General Administration?" Wen Xichun asked in a low voice.

Forensic doctor Wang spat out the fishbone, with disdain on his face: "The corpse should be transported back to the General Administration, and let your brave section chief Yao do the autopsy."

Anyway, the enmity between the branch office and the general office is not one year or two years. Wen Xichun felt that he was taking off his pants and farting for asking this question, so he went directly to the printer and took the document one by one Put the paper in and press the ? copy key.

After getting the documents, Wen Xichun smiled when he looked at Forensic Wang who was still full of displeasure:

"I just want to see what I can do to help you. After all, I'm a good person. I'm nosy. I won't tell the leader about this."

Doctor Wang paused while holding the chopsticks, then got up suddenly, walked into the dissecting room, took some photos from inside and handed them to Wen Xichun: "Print a copy of this one too, the photos are clearer than the ones on the report." .”

"Thanks."

Back at the General Administration, Wen Xichun went straight to the forensic department.

The first thing Yao Jingrong said when he saw him was: "It's a miracle that you haven't been kicked out by someone from the sub-bureau."

"What is a miracle to you, have you ever seen the world." Wen Xichun rolled his eyes and handed over the autopsy report, "This is the report I copied, take a look."

"You're coming here. I thought the people over there would definitely say, 'The corpses should be sent to the General Administration, and your brave Section Chief Yao will do it himself'." Yao Jingrong laughed.

Wen Xichun: Did you install a bug on me?

Yao Jingrong shook out the report, flipped through it for a while, then took out the photos, flipping through them one by one.

After turning to one of the photos, he suddenly stopped.

Observing the slight change in his expression, Wen Xichun followed curiously and leaned over to take a look.

What Yao Jingrong held in his hand was a photo taken of the details of the deceased's body, which was actually a strange totem on the deceased's body.

He suddenly thought of something, he took out He Yan's autopsy report from the drawer, and found one of them.

"Look, do these two people have the same tattoos on their bodies?"

"It seems like..." Wen Xichun's eyes widened, "It's exactly the same."

"An employee of a state-owned enterprise who has nothing to do with He Yan? He got the jewel on He Yan's hat and has the same tattoo as He Yan, so they know each other?"

Wen Xichun shook his head: "I heard that He Yan left Hejiazhuang a week ago, and had never left that village before, and it was a week ago that he knew each other. This tattoo is obviously not a couple's tattoo." A tattoo, but a tattoo that tends to be a spell, so there must be a middleman behind them manipulating it."

"I can't figure it out, is there any money to be made in this way?"

"Everything remains the same, probably because of money?" Wen Xichun was not too sure.

"I'll take these two photos first and look for it? Section Chief Yun, he specializes in folklore, so he may have a clue."

Hearing the words "Section Chief Yun", Yao Jingrong suddenly raised his head.

He looked at Wen Xichun with uncontrollable emotions in his eyes, which had nothing to do with happiness anyway.

****

Cafe--

"Unexpectedly, you would take the initiative to find me." The man with a handsome face picked up the coffee cup in front of him, looked at his face reflected on the surface of the light brown liquid, and there was a meaningful smile on the corner of his lips.

"We are all friends, don't say it well, as if we have never seen each other." Yao Jingrong laughed.

"Wen Xichun came to look for me just now." Yun Mu raised his eyes, quietly observing the changes in Yao Jingrong's expression.

Yao Jingrong spread his hands together: "I know, have you researched anything about the same tattoos that appeared on the bodies of the two deceased?"

Yun Muyao shook his head: "It's beyond the scope of my cognition, but if you want to know, isn't it very simple."

After he finished speaking, he leaned closer, and Yao Jingrong's pretendingly calm face was in his pupils: "Just like the things you did back then, I want to know, isn't it very simple."

Yao Jingrong paused for a moment, and then raised the corners of his mouth: "What are you talking about? Why can't I understand a single word?"

Yun Muyao relaxed his body and leaned back, his slender legs elegantly folded together: "Don't pretend, I always thought that Wen Xichun was the one who hindered us, but now I know, the real demons—"

"It's you." His cold eyes shot over.

"Then you plan to tell him the whole story?" Yao Jingrong raised his eyebrows, although on the surface the situation was calm, but after hearing this sentence, he still felt a little bit in his heart.

"It depends on my mood." Yun Muyao blew on the coffee, "But even if I tell the truth, it won't affect you."

"Smart, besides, Wen Xichun won't believe it, after all, for him now, I am the only savior." Yao Jingrong smiled wickedly, and took out a mobile phone from his coat pocket, Handed it over, "Actually, did you find me this time? It's not the same thing. Look at your phone. It seems to be used for a long time. I'll send you a new one."

"Do you know that there is a saying that if you don't have anything to show courteousness, it's either rape or robbery." Yun Muyao said with a smile.

"You think too much, you think I really want to give you a gift? I don't? I like you so much. It's just that the last time I contacted you, your mobile phone card was turned off, which affected my work. This is because the deputy bureau asked me to buy it. For you, he doesn't want this to happen again, understand."

"Yes, Boss? Say something, there is no reason not to." Yun Muyao took the phone case and opened it, looked at the phone, "Thank you, then I will accept it."

Yun Muyao is blind to electronic products. This is a well-known fact. All his energy seems to be devoted to folklore research. The mobile phone he uses is an old brand seven or eight years ago. I also don't know anything about it. To type a word, I have to use my index fingers of both hands to search letter by letter.

In his words? That is: I have studied too many old-fashioned things, and it is really difficult to accept new technologies.

"No? I'm leaving first." Yao Jingrong stood up.

Just when he turned around, he caught sight of Yun Muyao from the corner of his eye while he was still researching back and forth with his mobile phone, and the corner of his mouth curled into an evil smile.

That smug, disdainful smile——

****

The next day, the body of the woman who died because of overeating was also sent to the forensic department.

Originally, according to the procedure, after the death was confirmed, it was sent directly to the crematorium, and the matter was set on fire, but when the hospital was disposing of the corpse, it felt something was wrong.

They found many strange small scratches on the woman's arm, and there was a five-centimeter wound that had just formed a scab on the woman's left wrist.

Although it is a fact that overeating caused her death, but with the attitude that the truth cannot be questioned, after discussing with the woman's mother, they sent the body to the forensic department, intending to let the forensic doctor conduct an autopsy.

The forensic doctor who performed the surgery this time was still Yao Jingrong, but forensic doctor Cen was added to help.

Four hours later—

"This is the autopsy report, can you read it?" Yao Jingrong sent the report to Wen Xichun.

"You mean? This deceased also has the same tattoo on his back as the first two deceased? And there is also a scar on his wrist?" Wen Xichun was stunned.

"Yes, the small wound was caused by being scratched by a tree branch, and the wound on the wrist was caused by a sharp object at the end."

"Then it's definitely not a coincidence. I went to retrieve the chat records of the two deceased within three months. If there is such a middleman, then they must have had records."

However, I dug up the chat records of the two deceased before, but did not find any suspicious persons. Even the day before the man committed suicide, he was still discussing the preparations for the company celebration with his colleagues. He seemed emotional. There is no difference.

After checking the relationship between the three people during their lifetime, it can also be confirmed that the three people did not know each other at all and had no communication with each other.

But it is true that the man committed suicide, and it is true that the woman died from overeating. Only He Yan can be sure that murder or entrapment was involved, and the same tattoos all over the body and the time when the scars on the wrists were formed? In a sense, it proves that they have at least met each other.

In the afternoon, Wen Xichun took the photo of the tattoo and took all the police officers of the Criminal Investigation Team [-] to visit all the tattoo shops in Huiyuan, but none of the tattoo artists said they had ever done it This kind of tattoo.

A group of pedestrians planned to go back to the police station first.

The car drove into the downtown area, and Wen Xichun was concentrating on driving.

"Team Wen? Look at that man? Does he look familiar?" Tong Si poked his head out suddenly.

Following his line of sight, a thin, plainly dressed woman wearing large sunglasses hurriedly entered a company on the side of the road.

The company doorplate reads "XX Insurance Company".

"Isn't this woman the mother of the deceased Meng Fangru?" Wen Xichun frowned, looking carefully, for fear of identifying the wrong person.

"Your daughter's body is still cold, why are you in such a hurry to claim the insurance money?" Tong Si said contemptuously.

"It's normal. In a single-parent family, the only daughter has also passed away. We can't let people spend their whole life in a daze. Isn't it reasonable to get insurance?" Huang Jiu felt that Tong Si didn't have to be so morally kidnapped.

Wen Xichun parked the car aside: "I'll go see what's going on."

Entering the lobby of the insurance company, I saw the thin figure standing hunched over in front of the window filling out the form.

Wen Xichun walked over gently, trying not to make a sound.

Then he reached out and held down the woman's writing hand.

I don't know why, knowing that the woman? I have seen him, but I still show the police ID to the woman? I looked at it and said, "The General Bureau of Criminal Investigation."

The staff behind the window blinked and stood up subconsciously.

The woman looked flustered and quickly lowered her head.

Wen Xichun took the insurance policy in her hand and looked at it.

"You bought such expensive insurance for your daughter."

The woman lowered her head and said in a low voice, "I'm just a family member. How will I live the rest of my life after she dies?"

Hmm~ Say? It's reasonable.

"Accident insurance compensation of 80 yuan, you don't want to use all your wealth to insure it." Wen Xichun said with a smile.

The woman withdrew her insurance policy: "I don't know what you want to say, is it wrong for me to plan for the rest of my life?"

"No? That's right. Buying a good feng shui place? It's also a good choice to house your daughter." Wen Xichun patted the woman's shoulder, "Then I won't hinder you, see you later."

I don't know why, it's a normal farewell, but the phrase "See you later" still makes women extremely uncomfortable.

Back in the police car, Tong Si immediately leaned over: "Squad Wen, what's the situation?"

"Meng Fangru can receive insurance money within 24 hours after her death, and the compensation amount is as high as 80 yuan. What do you think of the situation?"

"No? Evidence, don't doubt others randomly? Ah, we have so many eyes? Eyes? What we saw with our own eyes? Meng Fangru was strangled to death. Killing someone? Defrauding insurance is unlikely." Tong Si said.

"As a mother, your only daughter died unexpectedly, but the hospital suspected that others might send the body to the forensic department. Would you rush to collect insurance money while your daughter was still lying on the autopsy table?"

Tong Si blinked?: "Maybe, no..."

"Let me tell you one more thing. I just read Meng Fangru's insurance policy. The beneficiary? Besides her mother, there is another person named Li Jianye."

"That means? Her so-called single-parent family is fake? She had already found a stepfather for the deceased?"

Wen?

Just as he was talking, the phone rang loudly.

I picked it up and looked, it was a call from the General Administration.

"Hey, Captain Wen?, where are you now?" the other party asked anxiously.

Wen Xichun looked up at the road sign: "Here is the Victory Bridge?"

"That's just right?! Could you please go to the South Exit? There? A wine hostess died in a strange way!"

After hearing this, Tong Si wailed: "No way! What's the matter this time! Please, please let me get off work normally!"

But this howling was quickly drowned out? In the sound of the car's engine...

When they arrived at the scene, people from the forensic department had already arrived at the scene early.

Nankou is a well-known red-light district. The women here are supposed to be drinking companions, but in plain terms they are providing sex services.

A large group of scantily clad women stood at the door of their store watching the police whispering.

Wen Xichun went upstairs in three steps and two, and heard a woman's scolding from a long distance:

"You still dare to look for Miss behind my back?! Now that someone is dying, let me see what you will do!"

The man's begging sound came: "My wife, I was confused for a while, you must help me! You can find my brother-in-law, he will definitely have a solution!"

"My brother-in-law can't help you, sorry." A sad voice sounded behind Wen Xichun.

He looked back, and it was Huang Jiu who said that...

Sure enough, when a woman sees Huang Jiu, she immediately rushes over with her snot and tears in her eyes: "Cousin! Look at this dead man's head! I'm so mad, don't let him go lightly, close the door!" He has a long memory for a year? A half a year!"

Entering the room with ambiguous pink lights, Wen Xichun helplessly blocked his eyes: "It's so fun to play, I admire it."

A naked female corpse was lying on the bed in an extremely weird posture, her right leg was raised high on her shoulder, her left leg was tied around her waist by a rope, her eyes were wide open, The eyeballs almost popped out of the eye sockets, the mouth opened into an "O" shape, and there was a strong panic expression on the face.

Yao Jingrong put the number plate away: "The deceased's name is Zhao Xiaoqi, 26 years old, and has been engaged in the skin and meat business for seven years. According to the witnesses just now, they fell asleep together after they finished their business, but when Zhao Xiaoqi opened his eyes again Died on the bed in this strange posture."

"Is it poisonous?" Wen Xichun asked.

"No, according to the superficial judgment, he died of cardiac arrest." Yao Jingrong took out a package of things from the investigation box and threw it into Wen Xichun's hands, "But we found this in the bedside table."

White? White, powdered, cocaine.