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At seven o'clock in the evening, everyone in the Joint Criminal Department gathered in the meeting room. An Baiwei was standing at the end of the meeting table—at this moment, his subordinates were pressing down a few documents. He glanced around the crowd and said: "First Let’s summarize the clues at the scene, Bian Jun.”

Bian Jun came back after two o'clock in the afternoon. After a nap, he felt much better. He pushed his glasses and browsed the documents at hand: "First of all, the fire in Quehua Mountain has been basically determined. It was arson, and there were a lot of traces of gasoline left at the scene, but the suspect of arson has not been found yet; the second is the corpse in the fire, the autopsy report will have to wait a few more days, and the information that can be directly inferred from the corpse is very limited , what is known so far is that the deceased was a male, with a height between 1.8 meters and 1.8 meters five. There is no missing person report from the police station, and the identity of the body is still unclear; in addition, a charred For the axe, the technicians found a label that had been torn off in half. After interviewing, we learned that there was a hardware store near Quehua Mountain at around 40:[-] the night before that sold an axe. However, according to the store owner, the person who came to buy the ax was a middle-aged man in his [-]s, with a slightly fat body, dark skin, and very neatly dressed, and the police are still investigating and monitoring.”

"Bian Jun is talking about all the information up to two o'clock this afternoon." An Baiwei nodded to him, and then said, "This afternoon, the police came from a surveillance probe from Quehua Mountain to Qianyang Community. A suspicious middle-aged man was found. The police force has been dispatched to follow up, and we need to wait to get the exact clues."

"The question now is, what is the relationship between the fire and the corpses in the fire, or is it not related at all?" An Baiwei said calmly, "Jiang Shuo think about it carefully. Others are waiting for the police station to hear the news." If there is any need for us, we will leave immediately.”

Everyone nodded without objection, Wen Zifan suddenly frowned: "Wait a minute."

As she spoke, she picked up the vibrating mobile phone on the conference table, put the answer to her ear, answered a few times from time to time, and finally said "go right away", and then hung up the phone.

"Team An, the middle-aged man suspected of arson has been found, in the Qianyang community..." Wen Zifan hesitated, "It's just that when he was found, he had passed out and was sent to the second place by the police. People's Hospital."

"Bian Jun Qixiu will follow me to the Second Courtyard, and the others will stay in the department to wait for news." As soon as An Baiwei finished speaking, he felt a rather unfriendly gaze projected towards him. He tilted his head, looked Glancing at Lu Zhe, he changed his mind after thinking about it, "Forget it, you worked hard this morning, stay in the department and rest, Lu Zhe will follow me."

……

As soon as the two of them arrived at the entrance of the Second Courtyard, the young captain in charge of the police station came over. Lu Zhe had an impression of him. This man, who seemed to be only in his early thirties, was called Yu Feng. Absolutely, he is kind, a person who is easy to get along with but not easy to get close to.

After briefly shaking hands, Yu Feng first expressed his relief at Lu Zhe's return, and then the three of them exchanged information while walking to the inpatient department. Of course, it was Yu Feng who said most of the time: "This person is at No. He was found in a hole in the building. When he was found, the corners of his mouth were covered with blood, and he was already in a coma. After being sent to the hospital, we found that he was a frequent visitor to the hospital. Many doctors knew him. From the doctor, we learned about his condition. His real name is Wang Zhuo, he is 43 years old, has terminal lung cancer, his wife is Cui Ning, and he has a three-year-old son, Wang Jing."

"My son's name is Wang Jing?" An Baiwei's focus was diverted, "It seems that the child looks quite quiet."

Yu Feng couldn't laugh or cry: "Be serious."

"Are you sure he really set the fire?" Amber brought the topic back without changing his expression, "Is there any conclusive evidence?"

"You don't know, as soon as you get close to him, you can smell the gasoline smell on his body. I'm afraid that others will not know that he set the fire." The corner of Yu Feng's mouth twitched, "We also found half a box of matches in his pocket And two lighters, didn't run away."

"How do you know that someone else didn't put it in his pocket?" An Baiwei continued to argue.

"You will know why I said that when you see him with your own eyes." Yu Feng shrugged, "Just now I sent his photo to the owner of the hardware store. There is a lot to do with the case... The fingerprints on the ax at the scene are being extracted, it is very difficult, but we are still trying."

"If the case is really closed so quickly, it's really a miracle for the Joint Criminal Department." Amber smiled, and led by Yu Feng into a medical ward. There was only one police officer guarding the ward. Seeing himself When the captain came, he quietly went to the corridor.

The middle-aged man on the hospital bed was pale and swollen, his lips were bloodless, and a section of his hair was burned off. He looked a little funny.

Amber sighed slightly: "At first glance, it looks like the kind of person who doesn't know how to light firecrackers during the Chinese New Year. He can even set his hair on fire."

Yu Feng glared at him, and Amber spread his hands slightly: "What's the situation now?"

"He hasn't woken up. According to the doctor, he may not have much time." Yu Feng took a deep breath, "We found out that Wang Zhuo was diagnosed at the beginning of this year, and he has been receiving treatment in the Second Hospital since then. He is especially able to endure hardships. During chemotherapy, he didn’t bother the doctor very much, the only thing that made him happy was seeing his wife and son—”

Before the words fell, the door of the ward was pushed open with a "bang", and the police guard outside stopped a middle-aged woman who was crying so hard that she was almost out of breath, and looked back at Yu Feng in embarrassment.

Yu Feng winked, and the police officer tremblingly closed the door and returned to the corridor, while the middle-aged woman staggered and rushed to the hospital bed, tremblingly grabbing Wang Zhuo's hand that was not infused with tears Drop by drop fell on the white quilt, unable to speak a word, just crying.

Lu Zhe, who had been silent all this time, wanted to turn around and go out, but An Baiwei gently grabbed his wrist, and pulled him into the shadow behind him, shielding him from the provocative scene in front of him.

Yu Feng, who was suddenly stuffed with dog food, stood aside silently, letting the woman cry for a long time until she lost her voice, and then asked in a business-like manner, "Are you Wang Zhuo's wife?"

The woman didn't speak for more than ten minutes, she opened her mouth after a long while, tears fell down again, her voice became hoarse: "What are you doing? He doesn't know anything...it has nothing to do with him..."

Amber narrowed her eyes slightly.

Yu Feng was still negotiating patiently: "The fire broke out in Quehua Mountain early this morning. We initially suspected that it was related to Wang Zhuo. If you firmly believe that he has nothing to do with it, please cooperate with our work and return his innocence, okay? "

Cui Ning sat by the hospital bed blankly: "You, what did you say?"

Yu Feng repeated it again.

"Impossible..." Cui Ning kept murmuring stupidly, "You guys are talking nonsense...he was at home last night, he didn't go out last night...impossible..."

An Bowei heard Lu Zhe sigh slightly behind him, and couldn't help pinching his wrist lightly.

"So, let's wait for Wang Zhuo to wake up and let him speak for himself, okay?" Yu Feng chose a compromise, "Before that, can you cooperate with our work to investigate?"

Cui Ning was still repeating that Wang Zhuo was innocent and that Wang Zhuo hadn't done anything. Lu Zhe couldn't take it anymore, he broke away from An Baiwei's hand and walked out of the ward, but he was taken aback as soon as he walked out.

At some point in the corridor, a female policeman came to tease him with a little boy in her arms. Seeing the people from the Joint Penalty Department come out, the female policeman nodded and said, "The child came with his mother...the mother is inside."

Lu Zhe walked over involuntarily.This boy should be Wang Jing, his eyes are big, watery, pure and flawless, when he saw someone approaching, he stretched out his white and tender hands to grab Lu Zhe, Lu Zhe subconsciously handed his finger to him, and Wang Jing Grabbing his index finger, he rolled his eyes and giggled.

The policewoman couldn't help but also smiled, and sighed with emotion in a low voice: "This child is so cute, it's a pity..."

Lu Zhe suffered a bit in his heart, and lowered his eyes to look at Wang Jing, who also raised his eyes to look at him, opened his small mouth, and called out "brother" sweetly in a milky voice.

"..." Lu Zhe was stunned for a moment, and then Wang Jing muttered softly, "Quietly looking for mom, quietly looking for daddy, quietly looking for mommy, quietly looking for daddy..."

Lu Che's Adam's apple twitched slightly, thinking of something, silently let go of Wang Jing's little hand, and left, so far away that he could even hear the boy calling him "brother" softly behind him.

Without looking back, he walked straight out of the inpatient department.The night was completely covered, and the surroundings were so quiet that it made people panic. There was only a vague moon hanging in the sky, not even a single star, and the street lamp was the only light nearby.

Standing under a tree, Lu Zhe took out the cigarette in his pocket, took a deep breath, and calmed down the rippling state of mind that Wang Jing had just called out, and finally slowly exhaled the smoke that was lingering in his mouth.

"Hello, is this the inpatient department?"

A deep male voice suddenly sounded in front of Lu Zhe. Lu Zhe raised his eyes slightly, and saw a man wearing a mask, sunglasses and a peaked cap standing in front of him. He was wearing an expensive windbreaker——An Baiwei He once said that he would give Lu Zhe one, but he refused.

"There is still a way to go." Lu Zhe was a little surprised by his attire, but still pointed the way politely, "Turn right ahead and you will be there."

"Thank you." The man thanked in a calm voice, then turned and walked slowly towards the inpatient department.Out of professional habits, Lu Zhe looked up and down the man's back, but suddenly his eyes rested on his trousers.

Through the dappled light, he saw a tiny scorched black mark on the edge of the man's jeans.

Lu Zhe suddenly felt his blood go cold, and just wanted to catch up, but felt that it was inappropriate to call An Baiwei or turn off his phone. When he looked up again, the man had disappeared from sight.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He couldn't have such unreliable suspicion just because there was a burnt mark on this person's body.

But the more Lu Zhe thought about it, the colder he became.

Do people who come to visit patients need to wrap themselves up so tightly at night?People who wear elegant trench coats don't care if their trousers are burned like this?

——What on earth is this person here for?