sinovels Chapter 3 Mist 2
Chapter 3 Mist 2
The man huddled in the rental house, gritted his teeth, and injected himself with a needle into his arm full of needles, surrounded by empty needles scattered on the ground, and thin layers of sweat secreted from his forehead.He looked up at the calendar hanging on the wall, one after another red circle drawn to today's date - October 10th.
With trembling hands, he dialed the number displayed at the top of the most recent call. After two rings from the phone, a cold male voice came: "It's over?"
"It's over, 30 knife marks... you agreed, and give me the medicine." The man trembled and said weakly.
"Mr. Tang, I'm not making a deal with you." The person on the other end of the phone was as cold as frost, "You let me down very much."
The man stared wide-eyed in horror, still staring at the calendar on the wall: "You... what do you mean?"
"The hound has already smelled you, I'm your word." The man paused, and sneered contemptuously: "Let the chase game continue."
February 10 at 16:2 AM
Lin Chuan was sitting in the meeting room, staring intently at the live remodeling on the holographic screen. It can only be said that this special skill of the police dog really seems to be on the hook.
Sitting in the conference room were him, Tang Zhengfeng, two police officers, and five police dogs. The police dogs were three men and two women, Jiang Yue, Yong Shu, Huang Mao, Wei Lan, and Wendy. Garish tawny hair and yellow hairpins.Jiang Yue, Huang Mao, and Wei Lan are the execution team, doing on-site surveys and chasing criminals, and the remaining two are the investigation team, who usually use the collected evidence to carry out psychological depiction and scene reconstruction.
Lin Chuan looked at this animated picture stitched together frame by frame, and was only amazed at Yongshu's painting skills. Although it was not that realistic, the lines were drawn very clearly and the details were well grasped. Wendy had Targetedly took several groups of photos and sent them to Yongshu, which enabled him to complete the remodeling so quickly, and the two cooperated quite tacitly.
The moving picture is divided into two stages. The first stage is on the roof. The murderer strangled the victim's neck with his right hand, and slashed at the victim with his left hand. Then the victim climbed down the metal escalator. Every step seemed to be approaching the god of death, and he kept dropping knives on the victim.It was raining heavily at that time, and the blood was washed away by the rain, so they did not see blood on the escalator when they collected evidence at the scene.
The second stage is that the victim climbed into the window, just as the blood stains indicated, the victim climbed to the front of the table and leaned against the table. At this time, the murderer approached and stabbed the victim's chest for the last time.
At the end of the broadcast, Lin Chuan pondered for a long time and said, "The last cut was too hasty."
On-site remodeling creator Yongshu pushed the glasses on the bridge of the nose and said: "This is the closest remodeling we can draw to the original case after collecting all the details and autopsy reports."
"I know, but I still don't think it's right." Lin Chuan paused, stepped forward and played the holographic screen again, and after looking carefully, he said: "He has not killed the victim since he came down from the roof. Why?"
"Torture?" Wendy flicked her long curly hair, "If you guess the murderer's psychology, if Tang is the murderer, he and the victim Cheng Jing used to be husband and wife. Jing is taking care of this little boy, maybe Cheng Jing won't give him financial aid, so he threatens him with a knife?"
Wei Lan nodded and agreed: "Every wound is different in depth, maybe it's caused by the murderer's emotion."
Lin Chuan nodded thoughtfully. What they said was not unreasonable, but if it was torturing, Cheng Jing could have let Cheng Jing bleed to death and taste all the pain before death. Wouldn't this be more tormenting?
Lin Chuan shuddered at the method he had suddenly thought of.
"It's not necessarily torture, it's like execution." Jiang Yue's cold voice sounded as usual, he picked up the documents on the table, and said: "The divorce date of Cheng Jing and Tang Chuan is September 2146, 9. There were 15 stab wounds on the victim's body in 10 days on the 15th of March, and the similar numbers are not necessarily a coincidence."
Huang Mao said disapprovingly: "Then according to what you said, brother Yue, it is indeed a knife. How do you explain this knife?"
The meeting room fell into a moment of silence, only listening to Jiang Yue asking everyone: "If you are punishing a person, your ultimate goal is to let her die, but something happened in the middle and you have to finish it ahead of time. What will this accident be?"
Lin Chuan looked at Jiang Yue with an unpredictable expression, Jiang Yue met his eyes, Lin Chuan looked at him and replied uncertainly: "Please help."
Jiang Yue nodded with a slight smile, and said: "Except for the incision on the left chest, the rest of the wounds are obvious stab wounds with different depths, and from the raised scab on the wound and the curling of the wound edge, it can be known that the deceased At this time, they are all living bodies, and the real cause of her death is the fatal wound on her chest."
"If it was just a simple cry for help, maybe it would be fine to just interrupt and continue, but the wound on the victim's body can reflect that the murderer's emotions are extremely unstable, and his mental state is on the verge of collapse. When he saw the victim calling for help, he only felt that his plan would be ruined." , or he was afraid of something, so the punishment ended directly."
"Team Tang," Jiang Yue turned his head to look at Tang Zhengfeng, and said calmly, "Can you call up the records of calls from the police station around 21:40 tonight, regardless of whether they were filtered or not?"
"—Who the hell killed my daughter?! How do you police do things!"
"Quiet...my quiet..."
The true crime team stayed up all night and had to endure the crying of Cheng Jing's parents the next morning. Cheng Li, the majestic chairman of the airline company, rushed into the city bureau in a murderous manner, as if it was the true crime team who killed his daughter. The same as the criminal police.
Lin Chuan, who stayed up all night, with bloodshot eyes and a haggard face, comforted Cheng Jing's parents who were not in a stable mood: "Don't worry, we will definitely find the murderer..."
"Isn't there a 'supervisor'? Why can't that thing look down on a living person!" Cheng Li was furious and shouted at the frail-looking police officer.
"It's not about that, Ms. Cheng Jing's case is a little strange..."
"What's the problem? You tell me it's not the problem that a good person is gone now?!"
Lin Chuan covered his buzzing head, suppressed the urge to go crazy, and was about to speak with a smile on his face, when Jiang Yue, who was watching the fun with folded arms, interrupted at this moment: "Can Qianjin's divorce agreement be settled?" Show me?"
Cheng Li looked at the young man standing on the side with a little vigilance, looked up and down his tall figure and said, "What are you going to do?"
Jiang Yue looked at Cheng Li calmly, and said calmly: "We feel very sorry for Ms. Cheng Jing's misfortune, but we preliminarily deduce that it was an acquaintance who committed the crime. The victim's neck has a pinch mark on his right hand, and the knife mark on his body is a special pocket knife for pilots. As a result, they all match the characteristics of your son-in-law, Mr. Tang Zheng."
"Impossible..." Cheng Li's eyes widened in disbelief, as if he didn't trust the criminal police's ability to handle the case, and continued to shout: "You suspect that Tang Zheng committed the crime? This is impossible, what if it is planted? I will accept the boy Come on, the criminal psychology index is normal! It is absolutely impossible for him to commit crimes!"
Jiang Yue replied flatly: "Then what is the reason for his divorce with your daughter?"
"This..." Cheng Li hesitated for a while, "We asked Xiao Jing, but she didn't say anything, she just said that she had no children anyway, and her relationship faded, so she divorced. We have not interfered with Xiao Jing's life all the time. We respect her decision."
Jiang Yue nodded, and continued to be serious: "We will not let anyone who is suspected of committing the crime be let go. Please cooperate with Mr. Cheng and submit Ms. Cheng Jing's divorce agreement to the real case team for review."
"Her father...give it to the police officer, it's nothing special." Cheng Jing's mother, Zhang Liwen, said to Cheng Li while wiping her tears.
Cheng Li frowned in dissatisfaction, then called up Cheng Jing's divorce agreement from his phone and handed it to Jiang Yue.
Jiang Yue read silently for a while, and then said: "Tang Zheng almost left the house, Mr. Cheng, you are not short of money, right?"
Cheng Li said displeasedly: "That's what the lawyers were talking about at the time. Naturally, I don't know the inside story about the two of them. I only heard from Xiao Jing that Tang Zheng owed her a lot of money before, but she didn't want it. He just asked him to clean it up." out of the house."
Lin Chuan thought, Tang Zheng's motive for committing the crime is very obvious, and it seems that it is very likely to be related to money.
"Thank you." Jiang Yue politely returned the phone to Cheng Li, then turned and left.Lin Chuan met, said goodbye to Cheng's parents, arranged for someone to take the two for a psychological examination, and then caught up with Jiang Yue.
"Have you thought of anything?" Lin Chuan asked, looking at Jiang Yue whose jaw was tense.
"Cheng Jing's family is not short of money, but Tang Zheng didn't ask a lawyer to file a lawsuit against Tang Zheng's requirement in the divorce agreement to leave the house, so this is not a case related to money." Jiang Yue turned and walked towards the underground garage.
"Hey, where are you going? Police dogs can't go out alone." Seeing that he was going wrong, Lin Chuan quickly stopped him.
Jiang Yue looked back at Lin Chuan, and said calmly as always: "I'm not accompanied by a police officer?"
Lin Chuan was sitting on the co-pilot, with his hands on the side of the car window and his head stuck, looking out the window at the ever-changing scenery. The clouds in the sky were churning, and the sun passed through the clouds from time to time, casting beams of light. The man who was driving He was staring intently at the continuous flow of traffic, his side face tensed into a nice arc, he found the gap as fast as he could, ignored the traffic safety rules, and rushed forward with all his strength.
Fortunately, this is a magnetic car, otherwise his vomit would have filled the entire car, Lin Chuan looked at Jiang Yue passing a red light as if nothing had happened and said in disbelief.
It suddenly occurred to him that he didn't know what Jiang Yue was going to do, so he could only ask in a muffled voice, "Where are we going now?"
"Go and see if Tang Zheng is a person with a sense of ritual." Jiang Yue replied without turning his head.
Lin Chuan turned his head and looked at him suspiciously, and then observed his facial features, muttering in his heart, it's not good to be good-looking but to beat around the bush.
As if aware of Lin Chuan's suspicious gaze, Jiang Yue glanced sideways, and then said: "Tang Zheng's family is not rich, and there are a younger brother and a younger sister in the family. The younger brother is studying, and the younger sister is sick. He passed the occupation After the assessment, he entered a pilot training institution, and was later selected by Cheng Li to join the company and become a captain of an airliner. Although he had a stable income, he always had to send it home. Life should be relatively tight. After that, he met Cheng Jing and got married. The wedding was held a year ago, but they got divorced after this year, and in the end Tang Zheng was asked to leave the house, and he didn't even resist at all?"
"So he's not doing it for the money?"
"Not necessarily, but don't you think it's weird? Cheng Jing, who is not short of money, asked Tang Zheng to leave the house, and Tang Zheng didn't even hire a lawyer." Jiang Yue said while turning the steering wheel, and they drove into the car. A high-end residential area. "What is the reason for a normal man to do this?"
Lin Chuan thought for a while and said, "Is there a fault that needs to be made up for, such as betraying the woman?"
Jiang Yue didn't directly affirm: "Or he was caught."
As if a certain direction was opened, Lin Chuan was suddenly enlightened.
"Besides, if it's just torture, throwing Cheng Jing to some desolate place and letting her suffer so much before dying may make him happier, but the last knife ended in such a mess, and the call to the police. "
Lin Chuan listened to him quietly, and was surprised to find that his thinking was somewhat similar to his own.Jiang Yue showed his ID, parked the car in the garage, and muttered, "It's so weird."
Cheng Jing's home has been guarded by police robots. They scanned their documents and entered the room. Many detection robots were collecting clues back and forth. After the two put on their gloves and shoe covers, Jiang Yue walked directly to the master bedroom.
He walked back and forth in the bedroom, kept bending down to look for something, and finally paced back and forth thoughtfully, then picked up the calendar on the bedside table and kept flipping it forward, the arc of the corner of his mouth inadvertently raised.
"found it."
"What?" Lin Chuan hurried over, looking at the calendar in his hand.
"Look, the 15th of every month is marked with a red pen."
Hearing this, Lin Chuan flipped through the calendar in his hand, this one is this year's calendar, there is a red circle circled on the 15th of every month, Lin Chuan pondered: "Did they get married on the 15th of a certain month? "
Jiang Yue shook his head and said, "Not as far as I know."
Then this is something to commemorate... Lin Chuan used to chew his nails when he was thinking, and soon his thumb nails were pitted. Jiang Yue took a little look at his little movements, and then looked away.
"Secondly, he marked each festival clearly. We need to investigate these non-holiday dates later." Jiang Yue pointed to several dates circled with red pens and said to Lin Chuan.
Lin Chuan flipped through the calendar again, and murmured, "It should be the days that he thinks are important and he will write them down."
Suddenly, a communication came from Lin Chuan's watch. He withdrew his thoughts and immediately connected. Then the two heard Yongshu's voice:
"Officer Lin, we found the number. At 21:41 last night, there was an incoming call record with only one pager, which was filtered into spam by the information network. We found out that the registrant of that number is Cheng Jing!"
Lin Chuan beamed with joy. If, as Jiang Yue said, the murderer hastily made a fatal stab while his emotions were extremely unstable, then his mental state should be easy to detect.
Jiang Yue didn't show much expression. After listening to Yongshu's report, he just said calmly: "Check Tang Zheng's psychotherapy reports in recent months. Check it now, and don't disconnect the phone."
"Yes!" A sound of keyboard sounded immediately, Lin Chuan stood still with his left hand raised, and Jiang Yue ran to the wardrobe in the master bedroom, and when Lin Chuan's arm was about to break, Yong Shu finally said: "Tang Zheng... hasn't had a psychological examination for two months."
Lin Chuan took a deep breath, thanked Yong Shu, hung up the phone, and then shouted in Jiang Yue's direction: "Jiang Yue, did you hear that?"
"Well, come and take a look at this." Lin Chuan approached, and saw Jiang Yue took out a few unused syringes from the interlayer of the closet, each of which was 2ml in size.
"What is this……"
"As you can see, it's a needle." Jiang Yue said disapprovingly, Lin Chuanxin said, of course I know it's a needle!
"What is this for?"
"I don't know." Jiang Yue shrugged, turned on his watch, found the autopsy report and looked through it, and then continued: "There are no special chemical components left in the body of the deceased. If this needle is used for internal injection, it is not for Cheng Jing. Yes, it belongs to Tang Zheng."
Lin Chuan looked him up and down, and then said leisurely, "How did you find this thing?"
Jiang Yue asked in surprise, "Have you never seen a man hiding money?"
Lin Chuan: "..."