Early the next morning.
In the morning rush hour, the streets are very congested, and the buses stop and go as if they are about to explode. The aunt carrying the vegetable basket, the tired white-collar worker, the students carrying schoolbags and playing mobile phones swayed back and forth with the car. Wu Yu was squeezed by the window of the car, carrying the plain steamed buns in one hand and the protective railing in the other. The haze mask covered the outline of handsome nose and jaw, and the eyelids drooped down, quiet and silent.
"Hey, have you heard that Silihe Middle School will not go to night for self-study next week, and go home from school at 3 o'clock in the afternoon every day..."
"Wow, so good!"
"Say they had a ghost crawling out of the river to kill people, and there was only a skeleton left. I wonder if it's true?"
Wu Yu's expression moved slightly, and he glanced at the corner of his eyes.
Several middle school students squeezed into the car door to discuss enthusiastically, yelling mixed with envy, excitement, and fear. A little boy with a schoolbag slung over and said, "I know I know that it's all posted on Weibo and killed. The girl in the same middle school as my cousin..."
The news came out so soon?
The female white-collar worker in the front hugged her hand bag in front of her, devoted herself to reading online comics, and did not hesitate to log in by email when the webpage popped up with the "Login!" Circle, twitter exchange WeChat, Weibo, QQ various information, enthusiastically registered accounts to solicit votes for beloved idols; "Blockchain new economy! Share advertising revenue, millions of annual salary set sail!" billboard side , A middle-aged man was holding up his mobile phone, scanning the QR code suspiciously, and inputting his ID phone number step by step as required.
The tentacles of the Internet are ubiquitous and endless, like countless prying eyes wrapped in the tide, gradually spreading into the deep sea, submerging every corner of human society to the top.
Everyone is swimming in this sea, no one knows that there is a bottomless data trench hidden under their feet.
Wu Yu took a breath and closed his eyes.
Doraemon! The bus horn sounded.
"The Municipal Public Security Bureau is here, please take your belongings and get off in an orderly line..."
At the time when the two shifts were handed over in the morning and evening, people came and went in the Criminal Investigation Building of the Municipal Public Security Bureau. As soon as the door of the large office opened, the smell of cigarette butts, tea, instant noodles and soup drifted all over the corridors.
Wu Yu stood outside the corridor and carefully finished his vegetarian buns. He threw away the plastic bag and was about to return to his seat. Suddenly, he heard the faint noise coming from the closed reception room door beside him: "... There are five people and six people in official leather, so fucking..."
"?"
Wu Yu has only seen the victim’s family make trouble at the forensic office, and never saw anyone who dared to scold the street at the door of the criminal investigation detachment. He just found his reputation, and suddenly the door opened with a "bang", and shouts of scolding and crying burst out.
"Don't talk to me about that useless! Ah, let me tell you! It's useless here with Laozi!" A forty or fifty-year-old man with big breasts was full of alcohol and forced Meng Zhao to withdraw from the reception room. "My girl didn't come back from last work, so you have to catch her boss! Responsible for losing money!!"
"Pingping, my hard-working Pingping!..." A woman with a disheveled hair knelt on the ground and cried out shriekingly. The two girls on the side were anxiously pale and couldn't help it.
Meng Zhao was a little embarrassed, but still not humbled: "Mr. Nian Daxing, calm down a little bit. The police will not let go of any clues, but we must also follow the procedures..."
——It turned out to be the parents of the victim Nian Xiaoping, Nian Daxing and Fan Ling.
The information only says that Nian Daxing is a migrant worker who helps people look at the warehouse, but he did not expect to be such a rogue.
"What clue? There is a fart clue! I told you all I knew, that assembly factory owner is rich!" Nian Daxing drunkly pointed to Meng Zhao's nose and spitted: "The rich are not good things. Otherwise, why tell my girl to work overtime until 10:30 in the evening?! It's not overtime! If you kill her and throw her away, I know everything!!"
Meng Zhao gritted his teeth and said: "The autopsy results show that the virgin|men's membrane of the deceased is intact, and there is no trace of indecency..."
"Don't talk about that with me! The autopsy is not what your police want to write?! The officials protect the rich!" ωωω.九九九xs.com
The doors of several offices in the corridor were all opened, and the staff on duty poked their heads out. Even Wang Jiuling, who had come to get the information from the technical team next door, came in search of sound, looked around here in amazement, talking endlessly.
Fan Ling was probably ashamed, and finally stopped crying and staggering to get up from the ground, holding Nian Daxing's legs backwards: "What are you talking about! What a mess, Pingping is not such a girl!..."
"Shut up for me!" Nian Daxing kicked her backwards and nearly hit Wu Yu.
Meng Zhao was furious: "What are you doing? Stop it!"
Nian Daxing is probably used to beating his wife. He didn't know how to converge in the Public Security Bureau. When Meng Zhao yelled, he became even more horizontal. He rushed to pick up the two in-house girls, and Fan Ling would be beaten: "You cry! I know crying! I can't help with a little help, useless old lady!
Meng Zhao screamed: "Stop him!"
--Snapped!
Nian Daxing only felt that his elbows were held with force like iron tongs, and the big fist couldn't fall anymore, staring at it with red eyes, he saw a handsome and thin young man half kneeling on the crying Fan Ling. Beside, frowning and staring at himself.
"Fuck your mother, the police dare to hit someone?!"
Nian Daxing was drunk and pushed with all his strength-his weight was less than 200 kilograms, and his brute force was so great after drinking. Wu Yu staggered back on the spot for several steps, and almost hit the wall in exclamation!
Meng Zhao didn’t see Wu Yu grabbing Nian Daxing’s arm neatly just now, only saw him being pushed away lightly. He was immediately anxious. Knowing that this mild-tempered newcomer was not upset, he yelled at the internal service to call the criminal police Just strode up. But Nian Daxing didn't care at all. He even pulled the hair of the girl who was going to help Fan Ling, the girl was almost torn off her shoulders even her clothes, and was pushed to the ground by him!
Director Wang pulled his feet and ran over here: "I'm fucking up against the sky?!"
Meng Zhao rushed to protect the little girl. Seeing that there were no women around him or the back office, Wu Yu's presence was almost zero, so he made a decisive decision: "Go call Liao Gang! Come on!"
Boom, Nian Daxing kicked Fan Ling to the ground, spitting and cursing: "Get on the edge! I beat my wife, it's up to you! Be careful I give you to—"
Before he finished his words, his neck was strangled by an elbow from behind, his blushing and his neck roughly muted.
Meng Zhao lost his voice: "Little Wu?"
Wu Yu's face was cold, and he slammed his hook, smashing Nian Daxing to the ground!
There was a loud sound, and the stones were broken cleanly, everyone was shocked, even Fan Ling opened his mouth and forgot to cry.
"You...you..." Nian Daxing was also stupefied, and then jumped into a thunderous rage. He jumped up and grabbed Wu Yu's neckline to desperately: "I fucked you to death!"
The daily dress code of the Public Security Bureau is only for the internal work, and the field work is basically casual wear. Wu Yu wore those Taobao T-shirts with loose necklines and washed out for three hundred and sixty-five days a year. Pulling his shoulder, he exposed most of the light ink tattoo, and the flapping bird flashed past.
Nian Daxing caught a glimpse of a stagnation. In the blink of an eye, Wu Yu grabbed the hand that was holding his shirt and twisted it relentlessly, and the joints sent out a crisp-Kacha!
"Ah—" Nian Daxing screamed before he could say anything, Wu Yu flew up and kicked his chest, swiftly called a cracked rock, and kicked him out like lightning!
With a loud bang, Nian Daxing's heavy body rolled and fell to the ground, making a painful cry like a pig!
There was a dead silence, no one could believe their eyes, and then Meng Zhao buzzed loudly:
"Wu, Wu Yu! There is surveillance here!"
Fan Ling shivered and collapsed to the ground: "Kill! The police are killing!"
"In the case of Silihe, according to your instructions, the police station on the water has launched a search for the murder weapon and the escape route of the murderer. However, the rainfall that day almost made Nancheng waterlogged, and the Sili River directly connected to the Bohai Sea. It is very difficult to retrieve the murder weapon nearby. In addition, no trace of the murderer climbing up and fleeing was found on both sides of the downstream banks. Even if there were footprints, it should have been wiped out by the rainstorm..."
Liao Gang followed Bu Chonghua out of the elevator, and the report was suddenly interrupted by the noise coming from ahead. The two raised their heads at the same time, and Bu Chonghua suddenly shouted: "Stop!"
Fan Ling, who was crawling forward, was stunned, and Nian Daxing's howling stopped abruptly. Meng Zhaozheng pushed Wu Yu to let him go quickly. Hearing this, he jumped up and said, "Team, captain?"
Wu Yu's pupils suddenly tightened.
The scene was at a stalemate, and Bu Chonghua strode forward, and everyone subconsciously stepped aside for him: "What's the matter?"
"He did it first!" Several police officers on duty responded quickly and rushed first: "The victim's family is clamoring to arrest the owner of the assembly plant for compensation. This person also wants to beat his wife..." "Smashed the reception room. ! He also hit Little Wu!" "Yes, he did it first!"
Nian Daxing had been staring at Wu Yu since just now, his face couldn't hide in disbelief. If you look closely, you will find that there is still a trace of fear in it. But at this time there was a lot of discussion around him, and he reacted, holding his belly and started rolling on the ground: "The police are beating people! Is there any law of heaven? Just bully our people, bully us, we have no money and power. ..."
The crying, screaming, rolling and snarling all became a group, and the technical team director Wang who stopped not far away finally couldn't help it: "What the hell is this family? Sapo has been scattered on the head of the criminal investigation detachment. Hurry up and go to the police?!"
The trace check from the side quickly pulled him: "Director, calm down! Don't you often take the lead in personal attacks on the detachment?"
Director Wang said angrily: "When I attack, I attack, so you can't attack outsiders!"
Regardless of the facts, the police acted with the victim’s family at the gate of the detachment. First of all, they lost ground. How to deal with it all depends on whether the leader is willing to protect him. Bu Chonghua frowned and looked at Wu Yu, and the two people’s eyes suddenly separated. Empty collision.
Wu Yu's face was slightly lowered to the side, his posture seemed as if he were usually cramped and restrained, but if he looked closely, he could find that his five fingers were shaking slightly on his side. His eyes slanted upwards, as if nervously looking at what Bu Chonghua was doing. This angle made his brow bones extremely deep, his jaw tightly stretched, and the bridge of his nose and side cheeks showed a jade-like texture.
Bu Chonghua was not familiar with his expression, but at this moment he could strangely perceive his emotions-this person was erecting a spike.
He couldn't even hide the hostility that he usually hid well.
"How are you? How are you?" Fan Ling felt helplessly groping for Nian Daxing, and then slumped on the ground, adopting the most familiar and instinctive way of doing things-patting his legs and crying: "I am poor Pingping! What should I do now! My life is suffering!..."
Everyone dared to be angry but didn't dare to speak. Meng Zhao stood in front of Wu Yu and tried to plead. He opened his mouth several times without daring to speak. Bu Chonghua calmly retracted his gaze and asked Lai Nian Daxing on the ground: "Can you still stand up?"
Nian Daxing immediately turned over and covered his stomach, crying for pain.
"Okay." Bu Chonghua spit out a word coldly.
Then he turned his head and told Liao Gang in full view: "——Provoke trouble at the door of the Public Security Bureau, take him down, close the isolation room and calm down."
Wu Yu was startled.
Meng Zhao was also taken aback by surprise, and then he beamed. Several police officers on duty immediately rushed on the second time without the leader's order. Only Fan Ling panicked and weakly tried to stop him with "Huh? Huh?!", but this thin and shriveled woman couldn't stop the police at all. Several people lifted up Nian Daxing and pushed forward: "Come with us. !""go!"
Unexpectedly, Nian Daxing did not dare to speak, he was muttering something in his mouth, and looked back at Wu Yu frequently, his eyes full of unconcealed suspicion and fear.
"Don't dawdle! Go!"
Nian Daxing shrank as if he was alive, and was sternly rebuked by several policemen and stumbled out.
"Team, look," Meng Zhao rubbed his hands and smiled: "Little Wu didn't mean it, he was to stop young women from domestic violence. Look at this..."
Bu Chonghua did not answer, and there was no joy or anger on his face, and he squinted his eyes to look at Wu Yu. The hearts of the people around were hanging, and it took a long time to hear him ask: "You haven't been beaten, right?"
Meng Zhao hurriedly pounded Wu Yu and said in a low voice, "Hurry up and apologize?"
Wu Yu lowered his eyebrows: "I'm sorry, Captain, next time..."
"Are you not beaten?"
After a moment of silence, Wu Yu vaguely uttered two words: "No."
Bu Chonghua nodded and said, "Don't do anything in the corridor in the future. There is a camera."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the atmosphere became alive: "That year Daxing was already drinking and domestic violence, thieves and petty poisons, and he didn't ask how his girl died. He asked for money when he came up! Tsk tsk tsk..."
"Don't tell me, have Little Wu practiced? When you come up, we will kick the person like a chest, click!"
"Good Wu Yu, why don't you usually see you so prestigious! You have to be harder to know next time!"
Liao Gang smiled smoothly and said: "What do you know, there is a woman from the whole criminal investigation team, Little Wu, this is to protect our police flower..." Before the voice fell, he turned around and was hitting Bu Chonghua's indifferent gaze. , The chills shrugged on the spot, and the sound was silenced instantly.
"Everyone will go back to the office, and the case meeting will be held in five minutes." Bu Chonghua said calmly, "I'll talk about this later."
"In the 502 homicide case, the victim, Nian Xiaoping, 15 years old, died because of acute pericardial tamponade caused by traumatic heart rupture. The murder weapon was a double-edged weapon with a width of about 3.5 cm. The body was temporarily absent. Find any traces of the murderer."
"The first round of screening for the on-site trace inspection has ended. We went through the entire soil and found no traces of the murderer's footprints, blood, fingerprints or hair for the time being."
"The investigative team who went out to visit Xiaogang Middle School responded to the news. Nian Xiaoping has no classmate conflicts or bad records at school, and campus violence can be ruled out temporarily. The owner and workshop director of the Hongxing Assembly Factory where she works were also interviewed. Details The transcript is here, cross-corroboration that no contradictions were found."
...
"Don't look at the technical investigation, the technical investigation is done as hard as you can. How hard did you make the technical investigation?" Wang Jiuling spread her hands under the glaring gaze of the people in the office, and said helplessly: "The water police station and the frogman connected the murder weapon in Silihe. Mao didn't even notice, let alone the murderer, what can we do? Give you a bloody fingerprint out of the soil?"
The piercing eyes of the criminal investigators in the full office fell on his face, the expression of a technical detective father loving us again.
"No way. Later, forensic doctor Xiaogui and the others will do another photographic film on the corpse to see if the occult blood can be found." Director Wang said in a huff: "Look at you, there is nothing wrong with Zhong Wuyan and Xia Yingchun's face. Jian will send Bawang anti-dropping shampoo to the technical team. Be careful and I will turn my face."
The criminal investigators immediately covered half of their mouths as they didn't know anything, and Bu Chonghua asked, "How about monitoring video along the way?"
Everyone's gazes shifted together, and the honest and friendly head of the visual inspection team suddenly became the target of public criticism, and immediately began to shake their heads.
"It was raining that day, and the visibility was extremely poor. The incident occurred in a chaotically managed area in the suburban area. The scope of monitoring and screening was too large." The good old man Liao Gang sighed and helped him translate, saying: "If you only stare at the surveillance, Finding the year of the monkey and the month of the horse may not necessarily lead to clues-I don't know where the murderer landed after jumping into the river."
No evidence was found at the scene, and no social grievances were found. In other words, from the incident to the third day now, there has been almost no progress in the investigation.
The torrential rain washed away all clues, and the murderer occupied the time, place, and people, making an already confusing case even more treacherous.
"Does Nian Daxing have any enemies?" Cai Lin sat on the chair, holding the back of the chair and raising his hand and asked: "The grandson looked like a master who drank too much and dared to provoke Prince Ma. Could there be any breakthrough in him? "
The newly provoked Ma Wangye Wu Yu bowed his head and sat behind his desk. Because the T-shirt was too lenient, he became more silent and thin, unlike just now.
Bu Chonghua watched him stay for half a second.
Meng Zhao helplessly said: "Nian Daxing insisted that he abides by the law and never caused trouble. He asked the Hongxing assembly plant, which hired Nian Xiaoping to work, to take the main responsibility. He refused to explain anything else. What should he do? It is the victim’s family, we can only ask him, but not try him!"
This is for sure. Nian Daxing, a gangster like that, has dealt with the local police station a lot, and he has long been trained as a stubborn hob. Ask him to take the initiative to confess his usual nasty things? That's impossible.
"I have asked the people from Xing Dao to visit Mopai in Xiaogang Village. There should be an answer before get off work." Bu Chonghua stood up and said solemnly: "A 15-year-old girl was killed, but the eyewitnesses did not show up. Not damaged, if there is any grievance motive in it, her parents will almost certainly be unable to escape the involvement. This aspect will have to be investigated deeply."
Cai Lin slipped up and said, "Yes!"
"The only definite feature left by the murderer is the skull mask. We will step up investigations of hospitals, cemeteries, crematoriums, funeral homes and other places, and focus on the rural areas around Jinhai City where cremation is not carried out. If there are any clues to the sale or theft of bodies Thoroughly investigate to the end. In addition, leave two mobile teams in the team to deal with emergencies, and everyone else will go out to investigate the mannequin manufacturers and distributors in the city. If there is no cooperation, the local industry and commerce will be notified. Arrange people to come to the door and check them on fire."
Bu Chonghua is worthy of the old tricks trained by the front-line criminal investigation experience. This trick can be described as poisonous and spicy. Everyone got up one after another: "Yes!" "Understand!"
The field team hurriedly put on eight police pieces and prepared to set off. Liao Gang lowered his voice amidst the noise and asked worriedly: "What if there is no clue on the mask, Captain?"
Bu Chonghua said nothing.
"We have never encountered such a clean case at the scene, lack of monitoring, lack of cooperation from the victim's family, and time constraints... If this strange skull mask can't be found, wouldn't 502 become a'death case'?"
-Death case, no clues, no evidence, no motives, no suspects. Every criminal investigation team leader will encounter death more or less, just like a chronic illness, which will not heal for a long time, and will eventually become a lifelong heart disease.
"...There are only under-professional criminal investigations in this world, and there is no absolutely clean scene." Bu Chonghua paused and said, "But what I worry most is not this, but another thing."
Liao Gang was startled and saw Bu Chonghua's brows pressed tightly against his eye sockets, and he said in a deep voice:
"The rainy season is coming, do you think he will commit crimes again?"
Liao Gang's expression changed in horror.
Good luck did not favor the criminal investigation detachment.
The technical team repeatedly screened and confirmed that there was no trace of the murderer in the layer of soil shoveled back from the scene. Forensic doctors conducted a comprehensive autopsy and electronic photography of the corpse, and found no more features about the murder weapon, nor did they find the murderer’s occult blood fingerprints or DNA.
The police stations of the towns and townships did not have any police information about the stolen graves, and the cremation records of the corpses in the funeral homes and crematoriums were correct. Major hospitals and mannequin manufacturers were interviewed one by one, and the feedback received was very unoptimistic. There was no clue to the origin of the skull helmet.
The 502 Skeleton case that happened on a stormy night seemed to be a carrion crawling out of the Styx, killing an innocent girl who happened to pass by, and then jumping back to the underworld, and never seen again.
Where else can this case start?
Early the next morning.
In the morning rush hour, the streets are very congested, and the buses stop and go as if they are about to explode. The aunt carrying the vegetable basket, the tired white-collar worker, the students carrying schoolbags and playing mobile phones swayed back and forth with the car. Wu Yu was squeezed by the window of the car, carrying the plain steamed buns in one hand and the protective railing in the other. The haze mask covered the outline of handsome nose and jaw, and the eyelids drooped down, quiet and silent.
"Hey, have you heard that Silihe Middle School will not go to night for self-study next week, and go home from school at 3 o'clock in the afternoon every day..."
"Wow, so good!"
"Say they had a ghost crawling out of the river to kill people, and there was only a skeleton left. I wonder if it's true?"
Wu Yu's expression moved slightly, and he glanced at the corner of his eyes.
Several middle school students squeezed into the car door to discuss enthusiastically, yelling mixed with envy, excitement, and fear. A little boy with a schoolbag slung over and said, "I know I know that it's all posted on Weibo and killed. The girl in the same middle school as my cousin..."
The news came out so soon?
The female white-collar worker in the front hugged her hand bag in front of her, devoted herself to reading online comics, and did not hesitate to log in by email when the webpage popped up with the "Login!" Circle, twitter exchange WeChat, Weibo, QQ various information, enthusiastically registered accounts to solicit votes for beloved idols; "Blockchain new economy! Share advertising revenue, millions of annual salary set sail!" billboard side , A middle-aged man was holding up his mobile phone, scanning the QR code suspiciously, and inputting his ID phone number step by step as required.
The tentacles of the Internet are ubiquitous and endless, like countless prying eyes wrapped in the tide, gradually spreading into the deep sea, submerging every corner of human society to the top.
Everyone is swimming in this sea, no one knows that there is a bottomless data trench hidden under their feet.
Wu Yu took a breath and closed his eyes.
Doraemon! The bus horn sounded.
"The Municipal Public Security Bureau is here, please take your belongings and get off in an orderly line..."
At the time when the two shifts were handed over in the morning and evening, people came and went in the Criminal Investigation Building of the Municipal Public Security Bureau. As soon as the door of the large office opened, the smell of cigarette butts, tea, instant noodles and soup drifted all over the corridors.
Wu Yu stood outside the corridor and carefully finished his vegetarian buns. He threw away the plastic bag and was about to return to his seat. Suddenly, he heard the faint noise coming from the closed reception room door beside him: "... There are five people and six people in official leather, so fucking..."
"?"
Wu Yu has only seen the victim’s family make trouble at the forensic office, and never saw anyone who dared to scold the street at the door of the criminal investigation detachment. He just found his reputation, and suddenly the door opened with a "bang", and shouts of scolding and crying burst out.
"Don't talk to me about that useless! Ah, let me tell you! It's useless here with Laozi!" A forty or fifty-year-old man with big breasts was full of alcohol and forced Meng Zhao to withdraw from the reception room. "My girl didn't come back from last work, so you have to catch her boss! Responsible for losing money!!"
"Pingping, my hard-working Pingping!..." A woman with a disheveled hair knelt on the ground and cried out shriekingly. The two girls on the side were anxiously pale and couldn't help it.
Meng Zhao was a little embarrassed, but still not humbled: "Mr. Nian Daxing, calm down a little bit. The police will not let go of any clues, but we must also follow the procedures..."
——It turned out to be the parents of the victim Nian Xiaoping, Nian Daxing and Fan Ling.
The information only says that Nian Daxing is a migrant worker who helps people look at the warehouse, but he did not expect to be such a rogue.
"What clue? There is a fart clue! I told you all I knew, that assembly factory owner is rich!" Nian Daxing drunkly pointed to Meng Zhao's nose and spitted: "The rich are not good things. Otherwise, why tell my girl to work overtime until 10:30 in the evening?! It's not overtime! If you kill her and throw her away, I know everything!!"
Meng Zhao gritted his teeth and said: "The autopsy results show that the virgin|men's membrane of the deceased is intact, and there is no trace of indecency..."
"Don't talk about that with me! The autopsy is not what your police want to write?! The officials protect the rich!" ωωω.九九九xs.com
The doors of several offices in the corridor were all opened, and the staff on duty poked their heads out. Even Wang Jiuling, who had come to get the information from the technical team next door, came in search of sound, looked around here in amazement, talking endlessly.
Fan Ling was probably ashamed, and finally stopped crying and staggering to get up from the ground, holding Nian Daxing's legs backwards: "What are you talking about! What a mess, Pingping is not such a girl!..."
"Shut up for me!" Nian Daxing kicked her backwards and nearly hit Wu Yu.
Meng Zhao was furious: "What are you doing? Stop it!"
Nian Daxing is probably used to beating his wife. He didn't know how to converge in the Public Security Bureau. When Meng Zhao yelled, he became even more horizontal. He rushed to pick up the two in-house girls, and Fan Ling would be beaten: "You cry! I know crying! I can't help with a little help, useless old lady!
Meng Zhao screamed: "Stop him!"
--Snapped!
Nian Daxing only felt that his elbows were held with force like iron tongs, and the big fist couldn't fall anymore, staring at it with red eyes, he saw a handsome and thin young man half kneeling on the crying Fan Ling. Beside, frowning and staring at himself.
"Fuck your mother, the police dare to hit someone?!"
Nian Daxing was drunk and pushed with all his strength-his weight was less than 200 kilograms, and his brute force was so great after drinking. Wu Yu staggered back on the spot for several steps, and almost hit the wall in exclamation!
Meng Zhao didn’t see Wu Yu grabbing Nian Daxing’s arm neatly just now, only saw him being pushed away lightly. He was immediately anxious. Knowing that this mild-tempered newcomer was not upset, he yelled at the internal service to call the criminal police Just strode up. But Nian Daxing didn't care at all. He even pulled the hair of the girl who was going to help Fan Ling, the girl was almost torn off her shoulders even her clothes, and was pushed to the ground by him!
Director Wang pulled his feet and ran over here: "I'm fucking up against the sky?!"
Meng Zhao rushed to protect the little girl. Seeing that there were no women around him or the back office, Wu Yu's presence was almost zero, so he made a decisive decision: "Go call Liao Gang! Come on!"
Boom, Nian Daxing kicked Fan Ling to the ground, spitting and cursing: "Get on the edge! I beat my wife, it's up to you! Be careful I give you to—"
Before he finished his words, his neck was strangled by an elbow from behind, his blushing and his neck roughly muted.
Meng Zhao lost his voice: "Little Wu?"
Wu Yu's face was cold, and he slammed his hook, smashing Nian Daxing to the ground!
There was a loud sound, and the stones were broken cleanly, everyone was shocked, even Fan Ling opened his mouth and forgot to cry.
"You...you..." Nian Daxing was also stupefied, and then jumped into a thunderous rage. He jumped up and grabbed Wu Yu's neckline to desperately: "I fucked you to death!"
The daily dress code of the Public Security Bureau is only for the internal work, and the field work is basically casual wear. Wu Yu wore those Taobao T-shirts with loose necklines and washed out for three hundred and sixty-five days a year. Pulling his shoulder, he exposed most of the light ink tattoo, and the flapping bird flashed past.
Nian Daxing caught a glimpse of a stagnation. In the blink of an eye, Wu Yu grabbed the hand that was holding his shirt and twisted it relentlessly, and the joints sent out a crisp-Kacha!
"Ah—" Nian Daxing screamed before he could say anything, Wu Yu flew up and kicked his chest, swiftly called a cracked rock, and kicked him out like lightning!
With a loud bang, Nian Daxing's heavy body rolled and fell to the ground, making a painful cry like a pig!
There was a dead silence, no one could believe their eyes, and then Meng Zhao buzzed loudly:
"Wu, Wu Yu! There is surveillance here!"
Fan Ling shivered and collapsed to the ground: "Kill! The police are killing!"
"In the case of Silihe, according to your instructions, the police station on the water has launched a search for the murder weapon and the escape route of the murderer. However, the rainfall that day almost made Nancheng waterlogged, and the Sili River directly connected to the Bohai Sea. It is very difficult to retrieve the murder weapon nearby. In addition, no trace of the murderer climbing up and fleeing was found on both sides of the downstream banks. Even if there were footprints, it should have been wiped out by the rainstorm..."
Liao Gang followed Bu Chonghua out of the elevator, and the report was suddenly interrupted by the noise coming from ahead. The two raised their heads at the same time, and Bu Chonghua suddenly shouted: "Stop!"
Fan Ling, who was crawling forward, was stunned, and Nian Daxing's howling stopped abruptly. Meng Zhaozheng pushed Wu Yu to let him go quickly. Hearing this, he jumped up and said, "Team, captain?"
Wu Yu's pupils suddenly tightened.
The scene was at a stalemate, and Bu Chonghua strode forward, and everyone subconsciously stepped aside for him: "What's the matter?"
"He did it first!" Several police officers on duty responded quickly and rushed first: "The victim's family is clamoring to arrest the owner of the assembly plant for compensation. This person also wants to beat his wife..." "Smashed the reception room. ! He also hit Little Wu!" "Yes, he did it first!"
Nian Daxing had been staring at Wu Yu since just now, his face couldn't hide in disbelief. If you look closely, you will find that there is still a trace of fear in it. But at this time there was a lot of discussion around him, and he reacted, holding his belly and started rolling on the ground: "The police are beating people! Is there any law of heaven? Just bully our people, bully us, we have no money and power. ..."
The crying, screaming, rolling and snarling all became a group, and the technical team director Wang who stopped not far away finally couldn't help it: "What the hell is this family? Sapo has been scattered on the head of the criminal investigation detachment. Hurry up and go to the police?!"
The trace check from the side quickly pulled him: "Director, calm down! Don't you often take the lead in personal attacks on the detachment?"
Director Wang said angrily: "When I attack, I attack, so you can't attack outsiders!"
Regardless of the facts, the police acted with the victim’s family at the gate of the detachment. First of all, they lost ground. How to deal with it all depends on whether the leader is willing to protect him. Bu Chonghua frowned and looked at Wu Yu, and the two people’s eyes suddenly separated. Empty collision.
Wu Yu's face was slightly lowered to the side, his posture seemed as if he were usually cramped and restrained, but if he looked closely, he could find that his five fingers were shaking slightly on his side. His eyes slanted upwards, as if nervously looking at what Bu Chonghua was doing. This angle made his brow bones extremely deep, his jaw tightly stretched, and the bridge of his nose and side cheeks showed a jade-like texture.
Bu Chonghua was not familiar with his expression, but at this moment he could strangely perceive his emotions-this person was erecting a spike.
He couldn't even hide the hostility that he usually hid well.
"How are you? How are you?" Fan Ling felt helplessly groping for Nian Daxing, and then slumped on the ground, adopting the most familiar and instinctive way of doing things-patting his legs and crying: "I am poor Pingping! What should I do now! My life is suffering!..."
Everyone dared to be angry but didn't dare to speak. Meng Zhao stood in front of Wu Yu and tried to plead. He opened his mouth several times without daring to speak. Bu Chonghua calmly retracted his gaze and asked Lai Nian Daxing on the ground: "Can you still stand up?"
Nian Daxing immediately turned over and covered his stomach, crying for pain.
"Okay." Bu Chonghua spit out a word coldly.
Then he turned his head and told Liao Gang in full view: "——Provoke trouble at the door of the Public Security Bureau, take him down, close the isolation room and calm down."
Wu Yu was startled.
Meng Zhao was also taken aback by surprise, and then he beamed. Several police officers on duty immediately rushed on the second time without the leader's order. Only Fan Ling panicked and weakly tried to stop him with "Huh? Huh?!", but this thin and shriveled woman couldn't stop the police at all. Several people lifted up Nian Daxing and pushed forward: "Come with us. !""go!"
Unexpectedly, Nian Daxing did not dare to speak, he was muttering something in his mouth, and looked back at Wu Yu frequently, his eyes full of unconcealed suspicion and fear.
"Don't dawdle! Go!"
Nian Daxing shrank as if he was alive, and was sternly rebuked by several policemen and stumbled out.
"Team, look," Meng Zhao rubbed his hands and smiled: "Little Wu didn't mean it, he was to stop young women from domestic violence. Look at this..."
Bu Chonghua did not answer, and there was no joy or anger on his face, and he squinted his eyes to look at Wu Yu. The hearts of the people around were hanging, and it took a long time to hear him ask: "You haven't been beaten, right?"
Meng Zhao hurriedly pounded Wu Yu and said in a low voice, "Hurry up and apologize?"
Wu Yu lowered his eyebrows: "I'm sorry, Captain, next time..."
"Are you not beaten?"
After a moment of silence, Wu Yu vaguely uttered two words: "No."
Bu Chonghua nodded and said, "Don't do anything in the corridor in the future. There is a camera."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the atmosphere became alive: "That year Daxing was already drinking and domestic violence, thieves and petty poisons, and he didn't ask how his girl died. He asked for money when he came up! Tsk tsk tsk..."
"Don't tell me, have Little Wu practiced? When you come up, we will kick the person like a chest, click!"
"Good Wu Yu, why don't you usually see you so prestigious! You have to be harder to know next time!"
Liao Gang smiled smoothly and said: "What do you know, there is a woman from the whole criminal investigation team, Little Wu, this is to protect our police flower..." Before the voice fell, he turned around and was hitting Bu Chonghua's indifferent gaze. , The chills shrugged on the spot, and the sound was silenced instantly.
"Everyone will go back to the office, and the case meeting will be held in five minutes." Bu Chonghua said calmly, "I'll talk about this later."
"In the 502 homicide case, the victim, Nian Xiaoping, 15 years old, died because of acute pericardial tamponade caused by traumatic heart rupture. The murder weapon was a double-edged weapon with a width of about 3.5 cm. The body was temporarily absent. Find any traces of the murderer."
"The first round of screening for the on-site trace inspection has ended. We went through the entire soil and found no traces of the murderer's footprints, blood, fingerprints or hair for the time being."
"The investigative team who went out to visit Xiaogang Middle School responded to the news. Nian Xiaoping has no classmate conflicts or bad records at school, and campus violence can be ruled out temporarily. The owner and workshop director of the Hongxing Assembly Factory where she works were also interviewed. Details The transcript is here, cross-corroboration that no contradictions were found."
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"Don't look at the technical investigation, the technical investigation is done as hard as you can. How hard did you make the technical investigation?" Wang Jiuling spread her hands under the glaring gaze of the people in the office, and said helplessly: "The water police station and the frogman connected the murder weapon in Silihe. Mao didn't even notice, let alone the murderer, what can we do? Give you a bloody fingerprint out of the soil?"
The piercing eyes of the criminal investigators in the full office fell on his face, the expression of a technical detective father loving us again.
"No way. Later, forensic doctor Xiaogui and the others will do another photographic film on the corpse to see if the occult blood can be found." Director Wang said in a huff: "Look at you, there is nothing wrong with Zhong Wuyan and Xia Yingchun's face. Jian will send Bawang anti-dropping shampoo to the technical team. Be careful and I will turn my face."
The criminal investigators immediately covered half of their mouths as they didn't know anything, and Bu Chonghua asked, "How about monitoring video along the way?"
Everyone's gazes shifted together, and the honest and friendly head of the visual inspection team suddenly became the target of public criticism, and immediately began to shake their heads.
"It was raining that day, and the visibility was extremely poor. The incident occurred in a chaotically managed area in the suburban area. The scope of monitoring and screening was too large." The good old man Liao Gang sighed and helped him translate, saying: "If you only stare at the surveillance, Finding the year of the monkey and the month of the horse may not necessarily lead to clues-I don't know where the murderer landed after jumping into the river."
No evidence was found at the scene, and no social grievances were found. In other words, from the incident to the third day now, there has been almost no progress in the investigation.
The torrential rain washed away all clues, and the murderer occupied the time, place, and people, making an already confusing case even more treacherous.
"Does Nian Daxing have any enemies?" Cai Lin sat on the chair, holding the back of the chair and raising his hand and asked: "The grandson looked like a master who drank too much and dared to provoke Prince Ma. Could there be any breakthrough in him? "
The newly provoked Ma Wangye Wu Yu bowed his head and sat behind his desk. Because the T-shirt was too lenient, he became more silent and thin, unlike just now.
Bu Chonghua watched him stay for half a second.
Meng Zhao helplessly said: "Nian Daxing insisted that he abides by the law and never caused trouble. He asked the Hongxing assembly plant, which hired Nian Xiaoping to work, to take the main responsibility. He refused to explain anything else. What should he do? It is the victim’s family, we can only ask him, but not try him!"
This is for sure. Nian Daxing, a gangster like that, has dealt with the local police station a lot, and he has long been trained as a stubborn hob. Ask him to take the initiative to confess his usual nasty things? That's impossible.
"I have asked the people from Xing Dao to visit Mopai in Xiaogang Village. There should be an answer before get off work." Bu Chonghua stood up and said solemnly: "A 15-year-old girl was killed, but the eyewitnesses did not show up. Not damaged, if there is any grievance motive in it, her parents will almost certainly be unable to escape the involvement. This aspect will have to be investigated deeply."
Cai Lin slipped up and said, "Yes!"
"The only definite feature left by the murderer is the skull mask. We will step up investigations of hospitals, cemeteries, crematoriums, funeral homes and other places, and focus on the rural areas around Jinhai City where cremation is not carried out. If there are any clues to the sale or theft of bodies Thoroughly investigate to the end. In addition, leave two mobile teams in the team to deal with emergencies, and everyone else will go out to investigate the mannequin manufacturers and distributors in the city. If there is no cooperation, the local industry and commerce will be notified. Arrange people to come to the door and check them on fire."
Bu Chonghua is worthy of the old tricks trained by the front-line criminal investigation experience. This trick can be described as poisonous and spicy. Everyone got up one after another: "Yes!" "Understand!"
The field team hurriedly put on eight police pieces and prepared to set off. Liao Gang lowered his voice amidst the noise and asked worriedly: "What if there is no clue on the mask, Captain?"
Bu Chonghua said nothing.
"We have never encountered such a clean case at the scene, lack of monitoring, lack of cooperation from the victim's family, and time constraints... If this strange skull mask can't be found, wouldn't 502 become a'death case'?"
-Death case, no clues, no evidence, no motives, no suspects. Every criminal investigation team leader will encounter death more or less, just like a chronic illness, which will not heal for a long time, and will eventually become a lifelong heart disease.
"...There are only under-professional criminal investigations in this world, and there is no absolutely clean scene." Bu Chonghua paused and said, "But what I worry most is not this, but another thing."
Liao Gang was startled and saw Bu Chonghua's brows pressed tightly against his eye sockets, and he said in a deep voice:
"The rainy season is coming, do you think he will commit crimes again?"
Liao Gang's expression changed in horror.
Good luck did not favor the criminal investigation detachment.
The technical team repeatedly screened and confirmed that there was no trace of the murderer in the layer of soil shoveled back from the scene. Forensic doctors conducted a comprehensive autopsy and electronic photography of the corpse, and found no more features about the murder weapon, nor did they find the murderer’s occult blood fingerprints or DNA.
The police stations of the towns and townships did not have any police information about the stolen graves, and the cremation records of the corpses in the funeral homes and crematoriums were correct. Major hospitals and mannequin manufacturers were interviewed one by one, and the feedback received was very unoptimistic. There was no clue to the origin of the skull helmet.
The 502 Skeleton case that happened on a stormy night seemed to be a carrion crawling out of the Styx, killing an innocent girl who happened to pass by, and then jumping back to the underworld, and never seen again.
Where else can this case start?
