misplaced survival

"How do you know there is evidence here?" Huang Lin looked at Jiang Xiyan warily.

He knew that Jiang Xiyan was smart, but no matter what, he was just an inexperienced student. How did he come up with this idea?

Jiang Xiyan calmly said: "That night, I heard the murderer say 'really, I died so soon, I haven't played enough'. At that time, I thought the murderer was just referring to the thrill of killing, but this I thought about it for a few days, and judging from the reaction of the deceased, the murderer should have contacted him a long time ago."

In other words, the murderer knew the deceased, and he enjoyed playing with the deceased.

Song Zhou put on gloves, because too much time had passed, and the photo had been glued to the kraft paper.

If they forcibly tore it apart, they might destroy the physical evidence, so they had to bring it back to the bureau for Bai Ya to see.

"How did you know that there would be photos under the tree?" Shen Shu looked at Song Zhou, feeling more and more mysterious. This guy secretly made money behind their backs?

Song Zhou put the kraft paper into the evidence bag and said eloquently: "After Gao Zhiqiang was admitted to university, he didn't return to Changping Village for a long time. When he returned to the village suddenly, he went to Liu Pi's house and said a lot of confession. Things went wrong. There must be a demon."

Jiang Xiyan looked at the security guard at the school gate, "Before I came in just now, I deliberately asked the security uncle if Teacher Gao had been back to school before the accident, but the answer was no. But he returned to the village suddenly before the accident, I feel a little weird."

Huang Lin signaled to the police that there was no need to stop him, and asked Jiang Xiyan to continue talking.

Jiang Xiyan looked around and looked at the teaching building, "I asked the students in the first grade of high school before, and they said that Teacher Gao always stared at the playground before the accident, but they confirmed that there was obviously no one on the playground."

Song Zhou watched as Shen Shu dug a hole under every tree beside the playground, and handed him a bottle of water that he bought at the grocery store just now.

"During the surveillance, Gao Zhiqiang often stood by the railing and looked towards the playground. Coincidentally, he was also buried in the playground after his death. If he knew the murderer's plan in advance, why didn't he run away? So what he saw was only the 'playground'."

But when the police asked about it, the playground of Jiangxin No. [-] Middle School was fine before that, and no one had excavated it, so the things were not in Jiangxin No. [-] Middle School.

Shen Shu suddenly realized, "So what you mean is that Gao Zhiqiang suddenly returned to his hometown to get something, but he didn't dare to come, so he changed his way to Teacher Liu's house to repent. So the purpose of his visit this time is to repent with him. The content of the content may have a great connection!"

Song Zhou glanced at the time, "Give back the shovel, go back to the police station, and go to the detention center later, I want to meet Sun Chaoyang face to face."

Huang Lin looked at the group photo in his hand, "It seems that Sun Chaoyang is still very suspicious."

Going to Zhenxi Middle School and teaching in Jiangxin No. [-] Middle School, Sun Chaoyang's suspicion immediately increased.

The police questioned the villagers. The relationship between the two had been very tense before, and they already had evidence that Sun Chaoyang and Gao Zhiqiang had a dispute a few days before the incident.

They need to prove Sun Chaoyang's alibi again, or the murderer is someone else, and his purpose is to put the blame on Sun Chaoyang.

Regardless of the possibility, the police must speed up the investigation.

Jiang Xiyan shook his head thoughtfully, "But I don't think it's him."

"Why?" Huang Lin asked, the evidence in his hand made him have a strong interest in this student.

Jiang Xiyan, who was still answering fluently just now, suddenly became entangled. He and Teacher Sun had met before, and he could clearly feel that Teacher Sun was not hostile to him, but that person was different. He had a strong killing intent and pressed every step of the way.

He often opened the curtains and looked out. That person was spying on him, so why wasn't he staring at that person.

As long as that person is still waiting for an opportunity to make a move, it means that he has not completely escaped.

Jiang Xiyan pursed his lips and said two words: "Feeling."

Hearing this, Huang Lin suddenly smiled, patted Jiang Xiyan on the shoulder, understood his innocence as a child, and said patiently: "Student Jiang, thank you for the clues you provided, but I feel that we can't make evidence. In the future, if there are clues, let the police Uncle is here to investigate, don't run out by yourself, understand?"

After he finished speaking, he took out the walkie-talkie and called the team members over to inspect the scene, then waved to Jiang Xiyan, "Let's go, uncle will take you back."

Jiang Xiyan followed Captain Huang out of the school gate, and looked at the big tree at the gate wistfully. The dim street lights pierced through the green leaves, casting mottled tree shadows, reflected in his eyes, shining like stars.

The evening wind blew gently, and the big tree shook slightly, which disturbed the lightly sleeping green leaves on the tree, and fell from the branches one after another, like a sudden rainstorm.

He reached out to catch a fallen leaf and murmured, "Evidence?"

A green leaf fluttered in the air, not falling for a long time, it slid through the years and seasons, and suddenly landed on the shoulders of pedestrians.

Song Zhou turned his head to look, took off the leaves on his shoulders, and looked up at the big tree at the school gate with confused eyes.

After the heavy rain, there are only a few dead leaves on the tree crumbling. Where did this green leaf full of vitality come from?

But he knows that as long as the foundation is still there, the tree will still grow leaves and bloom next spring.

Holding the leaves in their hands, the two stared at the big tree, as if there was a gentle but firm force pulling them forward.

A silk thread spans the long river of time, regardless of winter and summer, and pulls the two together. It is almost invisible, and suddenly seems to have a visible shape.

Jiang Xiyan followed Huang Lin and was about to leave when a noise broke into his ears. He looked around and saw a few people fighting at the door of a house.

"Chen Yiwei! You deserve to die!"

"Is there anyone else at home? Pay back the money!"

Huang Lin frowned, and said to Jiang Xiyan: "You stay in the car, uncle goes over to have a look."

Jiang Xiyan saw Captain Huang stepping forward, and soon chatted with the troublemakers. It seemed that this was not the first time he had met him.

When the rioters saw the police coming, they didn't dare to smash any more and dispersed quickly.

After watching them leave, Huang Lin returned to the car with a deep sigh.

"Did something happen?" Jiang Xiyan asked.

Huang Lin glanced at the rearview mirror, "This matter has nothing to do with this case, but two old people in Yuba Town passed away some time ago. These people said that they had something to do with this family. I asked several times, and nothing Refuse to say."

The police in Yuba Town also went to investigate and determined that the two elderly people did not commit suicide, and the family members did not call the police, so the police can only count it as a mob.

Jiang Xiyan muttered to himself, if he remembered correctly, the group photo they found in Zhenxi Middle School had the names of the corresponding students on the back, and one of them was the Chen Yiwei mentioned by those people just now.

The street lights pass by in a hurry, and the cars on the road have their own destinations, either rushing home to accompany their wives and children, or rushing to work.

Shen Shu's car finally stopped at the entrance of the police station, and he glanced at the brightly lit public security building, "Old Song, it's getting dark, if you want to go to the detention center, you have to hurry up."

It gets dark quickly in winter, and the detention center will not be open for meetings after the meeting.

"Okay." Song Zhou was about to get out of the car with his things, but saw that the evidence bag he had put on the back seat had disappeared.

His heart skipped a beat, and he had a bad feeling.

Shen Shu opened the door and got out of the car. Seeing that Song Zhou hadn't come down for a long time, he opened the car door and looked in. Seeing Song Zhou had been looking at the back row, he followed his gaze and asked in puzzlement, "Old Song, where are you?" What are you looking at?"

Song Zhou frowned, and after thinking about it, he tentatively asked, "Did we bring back any physical evidence when we went to Changping Village this time?"

"Yes, I have."

Listening to Shen Shu's words, Song Zhou breathed a sigh of relief.

But Shen Shu then pointed to the public security building, "Didn't you let Taozi bring them back? Forgot?"

Song Zhou got out of the car immediately, and walked quickly to the criminal investigation department without saying a word.

Seeing Song Zhou's expression was wrong, Shen Shu quickly caught up and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Song Zhou stopped suddenly, and asked seriously: "Let me ask you, did we go to Zhenxi Middle School just now?"

"Ah, yes!" Shen Shu nodded, "Didn't it mean that Gao Zhiqiang and Sun Chaoyang were classmates at the same school, and Team Huang found a group photo of their class in school before, shall we revisit the old place?"

"Captain yellow?" Song Zhou was taken aback, it seemed that the dossier had been changed again.

Judging from the current clues, he is the only one who remembers the original file, the cement burial case and the "dead" Jiang Xiyan.

As he spoke, he felt his phone vibrate, and seeing that it was Team Huang calling, he took a deep breath, calmed down his depression, and answered, "Hello, Team Huang."

"I have a case in hand. I didn't see it in the survey just now. I read the text message you sent." Huang Lin came out of the scene wearily and sat on the steps. "Although the police and the people are united, the people will have their own I can understand my concerns. Team Song, now the baton is in your hands, I want to see the truth!"

Song Zhou nodded firmly: "Since I have taken over the baton, I will definitely investigate no matter what. Don't worry, Captain Huang."

After he finished speaking, he kept his voice silent and thought for a while. Now it seems that because Jiang Xiyan was out of plan, all the events he participated in will more or less change.

Since Team Huang's incident has also been changed, he should have had an intersection with Jiang Xiyan.

Thinking about it, he asked in a deep voice: "Captain Huang, do you remember Jiang Xiyan?"

As Song Zhou expected, Huang Lin gave an affirmative answer: "I remember, why did you ask him?"

As Song Zhou said, he had already returned to his office. After thinking for a while, he turned on the public security system and asked slowly, "Has Jiang Xiyan been to Zhenxi Middle School?"

Huang Lin took a deep breath. In order to protect Jiang Xiyan's safety, with Jiang Xiyan's consent, they did not mention that Jiang Xiyan found the photo of Zhenxi Middle School. How did Song Zhou find it? knew?

"Song team, where did you know about this?" Huang Lin said, explaining, "Not long after this incident, Jiang Xiyan had an accident. We suspect it is related to the playground burying case, but the murderer It was too cautious, and there was almost no evidence. Later, when Sun Zhaoyang turned himself in, he also voluntarily admitted that it was him who did it, but..."

But they are sure that the police did not disclose this matter to the outside world. Could it be that they were negligent?Did the murderer know that Jiang Xiyan was involved in the investigation through some means, so he killed him?

This incident has always been a knot in his heart. He believes that Jiang Xiyan was killed because of poor police protection.

Song Zhou entered his identity information, clicked OK, and after the page was refreshed, a death record popped up on the screen.

"Jiang Xiyan was stunned and thrown into the water tower until his body rotted and emitted a strange smell." He meditated, his fingers trembled, and he accidentally clicked on Jiang Xiyan's photo.

Looking at the innocent smiling face on the screen, Song Zhou clenched his fists tightly, unable to speak for a long time.