Doling man

Li Chengtian was thinking about the autopsy report, so he went out early in the morning, passed the corner, and saw the white Porsche that he hit the day before was still parked in the same place, and he took another look, the note with his phone number was still there. Clamped on the car door.

Pushing open the office door, unexpectedly the room was quite lively, everyone came early, Song Qing casually threw a bag to Li Chengtian, and said, "Please eat buns."

Li Chengtian carefully looked at it, and asked, "Is it made of human flesh?"

Song Qing smiled and said, "It's really imaginative."

Li Chengtian said, "Why did you come so early?"

Song Qing glanced at the office at the corner, and said, "There is no way, the boss has orders, and slaves dare not disobey." She then threw a folder to Li Chengtian and said, "Female, age, between 28 and 35 years old, according to the organization From the amount of remaining blood inside, it can be judged that it was indeed dismembered after death, and you are right."

"What about the time of death?"

"Only one severed limb, depending on the degree of stiffness, should last for more than 12 hours. There is a slight bulge at the first joint of her middle finger. The calluses between the four fingers are also slightly thicker than ordinary people. As for the thumb... The location is on the outside of the fingernail, on the palm, that's right here." Song Qing pointed to her finger.

Li Chengtian glanced at the computer, put his right hand on the keyboard, the outer side of his thumb just landed on the space bar, and said: "Professional women often use pens and computers to work on writing."

"I'm only in charge of scientific evidence. As for how to investigate? That's your business."

The door was knocked open with a "bang", Jiang Haibo rushed in the door, glanced at the people in the room, was dumbfounded for two seconds, saw Song Qing, his eyes glowed with surprise, and walked with the same hands and feet. In the past, stretch out your hand and say, "You... Hello... My name is Jiang Haibo."

Song Qing was thoroughly amused by this kid, and finally understood why Cheng Huan wanted to return the product without seeing anyone else. She reached out her hand and shook it politely, and said, "Song Qing."

"Is there still meat sauce?" Lin Le swallowed his soy milk and asked.

Song Qing took out another report and said: "After the DNA test, it does belong to the same person. It was chopped too finely and the biological tissue structure was destroyed. However, a substance was detected, but because the content was too small, it could only be The preliminary judgment is derived from plants."

Zhao Lianxin swallowed the whole bun in one gulp, muttering, "This range is too big, how do I check?"

The door of the corner office suddenly opened, and everyone in the hall kept quiet together in a tacit understanding.Zhao Lianxin quickly swallowed the bun, and called out timidly: "Cheng Dui."

"Someone sent a video of dismemberment to the Daily News, Li Chengtian, come with me."

"okay."

After getting into the car, Li Chengtian frowned slightly and said, "Send it to the newspaper office? It will be more troublesome now."

Cheng Huan put on his seat belt, with a serious expression on his face: "There are more than one. The newspaper may be the first to receive it. There are also evening papers, TV stations, traffic broadcasts, and more influential media in the city."

"It took so much effort, why didn't he just upload it to the Internet?" After Li Chengtian finished speaking, a thought suddenly flashed in his mind, and disappeared in an instant.

Cheng Huan glanced at him and started the car silently.

They were received by Editor Wu of the Daily News.

The old man was driving a pair of square black-rimmed glasses, and the hair on his head had already fallen out. When he saw Cheng Huan, he immediately stretched out his hand and said, "You are Captain Cheng of the City Bureau's Serious Crime Squad. How young!"

Cheng Huan stared at this man, and didn't seem to intend to greet him.Li Chengtian quickly stretched out his hand and said, "You are Editor Wu, you have admired your name for a long time... you have admired your name for a long time!"

Cheng Huan gave him a disgusted look, and the words "use you to be troublesome" were written in his eyes.

Li Chengtian glanced back meaningfully, full of grievances, thinking in his heart, isn't it because of you?

"Are you?" Editor Wu asked.

"Li Chengtian, deputy captain of the serious crime team."

"Oh, both of you, come and take a look. As soon as I got to work this morning, we received an anonymous document in our public mailbox. This mailbox is usually open and often receives some content that the public wants to disclose. As for anonymous documents, there are often As a result, as soon as our people opened it, they were frightened. At first they thought it was a prank, so they ignored it. After a while, several colleagues called me to ask me, and I felt that something was wrong. After browsing the content, I was really not sure, so I called the police.”

"When did you receive the email?" Li Chengtian asked.

"At twelve o'clock last night, it was the video file called 'Defender' on the desktop."

When Cheng Huan double-clicked, Editor Wu immediately frowned and turned slightly sideways.

The room was dimly lit, and it looked like blackout curtains were drawn. There was only a small desk lamp in one corner of the room. A man with a cloth on his head was tied behind his hands to a chair, with his legs left and right. One right is separated and fixed at the position of the front legs on both sides of the chair.In the dark, the hand holding the knife slowly slid across his neck, and blood immediately poured down like an open faucet.

Cheng Huan turned off the video, and said solemnly: "I took the things away, and the mailbox files must be cleaned up. Editor Wu, I hope you know the seriousness of the matter."

Editor Wu nodded and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely support the work."

They cleaned up all traces of the computer before leaving the office of the daily newspaper.

Li Chengtian said: "Send the documents to the major media, this murderer is crazy enough. One hand really can't satisfy him, so he acted so quickly? What exactly does he want?"

"You're right, if it's just to show off, he can put the video on the Internet directly, or..." Cheng Huan suddenly stopped, and countless thoughts flashed in his mind one by one, "The right hand that was cut off, sent Is the video to the major public media a question of credibility? Or..."

Li Chengtian answered: "It's more like venting dissatisfaction and provocation."

"The first video I received...do I know who the victim is?" After Cheng Huan finished speaking, the two ran to the newspaper office at the same time. When the door was opened, Li Chengtian anxiously grabbed Editor Wu and asked, "Your newspaper has recently There are no missing female journalists, aged between 28 and 35, yes, they may also be on leave, and any more than two days will be counted.”

"There is one, wait a minute, I'll ask you about the office."

After hanging up the phone, Editor Wu looked a little ugly and said, "Do you suspect..."

"Who is it?" Cheng Huan asked concisely.

"It's... called Wu Lan. Before she left, she said that she had a very important news to follow. Today is the fourth day of leave."

"Where's the address?"

"Wait." Editor Wu rummaged through the cabinet for a while, then took out a document, shook the dirt on it, handed it to Cheng Huan and said, "All the documents are here."

"Let's go." Cheng Huan handed the file bag to Li Chengtian, and the two walked out of the office together.

"Li...Captain Li..." came a timid voice.

Li Chengtian stopped when he heard the sound. Editor Wu chased him out and shook his hand. His eyes looked slightly red, and he said, "Wu Lan's family is miserable, and I worked hard in the city by myself as soon as I graduated. She is a good girl. You...you..."

Li Chengtian patted him on the shoulder lightly, and said, "Don't worry, we will investigate clearly."

Cheng Huan glanced at the two of them expressionlessly, then turned around and continued to walk outside the gate.

Li Chengtian comforted Wanren, seeing that he had gone far away, he hurried to catch up and said, "Why are you walking so fast?"

Cheng Huan said blankly: "Keeping an appropriate distance from the case-related contacts is a basic quality."

Li Chengtian stopped and said, "Team Cheng, caring is an instinct, and good empathy also helps to obtain relevant information during the investigation."

Cheng Huan opened the car door, turned his head to look at Li Chengtian, and paused every word: "Is it good empathy, or false sympathy?" The corner of his mouth was slightly raised, and his playful and suspicious eyes were scattered in the sunlight, appearing extremely rational and icy.

Li Chengtian stepped forward and stood sideways in front of Cheng Huan, and pressed his hand on the back of his hand. The car door was slammed shut with a loud bang. He looked into Cheng Huan's eyes and said seriously: "There is no sympathy or falsehood, all sympathy The heart is true, this is the most basic respect for life. You are really..." Li Chengtian muttered for a long time, and four words popped out, "There is no manners!"

Cheng Huan wanted to push him away, but Li Chengtian suddenly leaned forward, leaned into Cheng Huan's ear, and said in a low voice, "Brother free, I will teach you, what is emotion? What is temperature? Team Cheng..."

Cheng Huan yanked the car door, and the man was thrown out. The car refueled with a "boom", Li Chengtian became anxious now, and slapped the glass and shouted: "Damn it, you're not going to go back by yourself, are you?"

Cheng Huan lowered the car window and raised his eyebrows: "I should teach you, what is a leader? What is a subordinate? Deputy Li..."

As soon as Cheng Huan entered, Lin Le blinked at him quickly. He looked around, and his eyes stopped on Jiang Haibo. Jiang Haibo quickly stood up and said, "Captain Cheng, Director Song is in your office."

Zhao Lianxin helplessly covered her face and buried it in the table, very vividly rehearsing what it means to not bear to look directly.

Cheng Huan looked away, turned and walked towards the office.

As soon as he opened the door, he heard a thick baritone voice: "Has the video been recovered? Are you sure it hasn't been leaked? Do you need technical support? I'll contact you with my colleagues on the external network."

Cheng Huan bypassed Song Deling, picked up the cup on the table, put some tea and took a glass of water, and sat leisurely on the chair.

With his hands behind his back, Song Deling walked back and forth in the room, casting a glance at Cheng Huan from time to time.

Cheng Huan felt uncomfortable seeing his anxious face and desperately enduring it, and said, "Ju Song, you've reached this point, it's no use being impatient."

"This... a crime of this nature... the influence is too bad, it's just... just..."

"Heinous and daring." Cheng Huan sipped his tea and said slowly.

"Correct!"

"Has the victim's identity been confirmed? When will the case be solved?" Song Deling's head has been "buzzing" since he heard the video was sent to the major media. Live to find Cheng Huan.

"Song Bureau, you know my rules. Before the case is closed, I will not disclose all the details of the case and the investigation process."

Upon hearing this, Song Deling immediately changed his expression, forced a smile and said, "Xiao Cheng, you have always had the final say on how to investigate this case, but..."

Cheng Huan put down his glass and said, "Ju Song, the murderer is obviously going for the news business, I think you should prepare earlier. Now that the Internet is so developed, trying to cover up will only backfire, and maybe it will anger the murderer."

"Enrage the murderer?" Song Deling pondered for a while.

Cheng Huan brewed a cup of tea, put it in Song Deling's hand, and said, "Wait and see what happens, keep an open heart at all times, and give the people a fair explanation. Isn't this what we have been doing all this time?"

Song Deling kept looking at Cheng Huan's back, and disappeared at the door of the office before looking back. This man, since the first day he was transferred, he has been unable to see clearly. It has been three years, and sometimes he feels like the most powerful right-hand man. , but more often it feels like an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf.