Criminal Investigation Notes

The conversation continued in the cafe at 2:30 in the afternoon.

Lu Junchi's three views were refreshed. After listening to Su Hui's description, he didn't react, so he lowered his head and thought.

Su Hui glanced at Lu Junchi, blinked his eyes, and corrected him rigorously: "So, Captain Lu, you used a word wrong just now. The murderer is a pervert, but he is not a lunatic. He is very clear about what he is doing. His thinking Very meticulous, and very good at hiding himself. The reason why you found different traces in those cars is because he turned those things into lucrative commodities."

"Commodities?" Lu Junchi frowned and digested the information, "Could it be that Huadu has such an invisible consumer network that specializes in selling these things?"

"In this world, there are people who sell women, children, organs, and even corpses for genital kinship. In places where ordinary people don't pay attention, there are too many dirty things that go beyond the bottom line. . These, what can't be sold?" Su Hui paused and said, "As long as there is demand, there will be a market. Although it is unimaginable, some people like these things, and some people provide them. But this kind of hobby There are also certain characteristics. Most people who like hands rarely like feet. Therefore, these two products are aimed at different customer groups."

Lu Junchi reacted and said, "So those cars are..."

Su Hui nodded: "Some people left some evidence and traces on those cars, but those were left by the people who bought them, they are not the murderers. The murderer encountered a problem when selling those stumps, that is his Those customers didn't have a fixed, safe place to store their residual limbs, so he thought of using the black market of scrap cars to solve the customers' worries. It also made them feel safer, and his business would be better. And the car keys for those scrap cars may have been bought by him from car thieves."

Lu Junchi's brows furrowed deeper, but Su Hui's words explained the strange state in front of him very well.

"If my inference is correct..." Su Hui raised his eyes and looked at him slowly.

Lu Junchi sorted out his thoughts: "The murderer may be selling stumps through a network of connections. He sells those stumps to people with special hobbies, and provides scrap cars as their storage rooms and playgrounds, telling them the rules and how to use them. "

Su Hui nodded: "The murderer probably also realized the danger of this storage method. He wanted to isolate the clues from his customers through multiple scrap cars. This plan almost succeeded."

If it wasn't for the kids who happened to break the window of one of the junk cars...

Su Hui looked at him, and he liked Lu Junchi's little bit, which gave him a sense of accomplishment as a teacher.

Lu Junchi continued to understand the logic in Su's reply, "So, the murderer is customizing according to the needs of the customer? Then why did he do such a thing again? Is it for money?"

"No..." Su Hui's pupils looked a little hazy under the sunlight, but they were very clear, "You can tell from the details of the case and the murderer's behavior, he is highly educated, he is very smart, he has Given enough time, such a person should not be short of money, and he may be using this to contact more monsters like him and weaken his guilt."

"Moreover, the murderer also has things he likes. He likes to kill. For serial killers, trophies can make him relive the process of murdering repeatedly and satisfy their desire for control. He must also like to collect collections, and then he thinks of selling them. Profit. However, his collection may be different from these people's preferences. You haven't found his totem..."

Hearing this, Lu Junchi remembered what the man had said to him before, that most serial killers would collect some victims' items as their trophies. During the investigation, those trophies will be used by the police as the totem of the murderer because of their uniqueness. This murderer should be no exception.

After explaining all this, Lu Junchi's thinking became much clearer.

Under the sun, Su Hui's face looked pale, his expression was calm, and his face was handsome. Seeing such a pleasing beauty only made people feel that the world was beautiful, but what he said was the darkest in the world. That part is mind blowing.

At this time, Qiao Ze came over with his laptop. You can see several videos on the computer. In the corner of the video, there is a "woman" with long hair, but he is taller than the average woman. His face is not ugly, even a little feminine and charming, so that he is not disobedient when wearing women's clothes, which is probably the reason why no one has discovered and exposed him.

In the surveillance screen, his eyes kept falling on Tong Xiao.

At that time, Tong Xiao, who was in danger, didn't notice...

"It is very likely that the murderer is this person. Can he confirm the information through his payment method?" Lu Junchi asked. If the other party paid online, then they would be able to find out his identity.

Qiao Ze regretted: "It's all cash..."

"What about facial analysis?"

"The murderer is wearing makeup, and the pixels are not enough, it may be more difficult to find out."

"Notify the managers of all coffee shops in Huadu, and let them pay attention to whether there are similar customers. If someone goes missing, they should contact the police immediately." Lu Jun quickly made a decision, "Call the other two coffee shops and the surveillance cameras nearby. See if you can find the suspect's route, or the vehicle."

Lu Jun thought for a while, how else could he find the murderer.

After Su Hui finished lunch, he stood up and said, "Thank you Captain Lu for your hospitality. I can also help you with a little idea." He paused and said, "I think you can look for it. After he visited the coffee shop, he said. The **** sent out by those coffee shops."

"Trash?" Jose sighed.

"Yes, garbage can tell us a lot of information, especially the cutlery, paper cups, and food scraps that the murderer has eaten. If you are lucky, there may be his fingerprints and DNA on them." Looking at Qiao Ze and Lu Jun, Su Hui went further. He explained, "Generally, the garbage in coffee shops will use special garbage bags. These garbage are sent to the garbage disposal site, and it may not be able to landfill in a few months."

Qiao Ze frowned, "But with so much garbage, how can we tell which ones were left by the murderer?"

Lu Jun thought for a while and clarified his thoughts: "According to the monitoring, it can be found that the murderer usually arrives at the store when there are few customers in the afternoon, and there are not many customers at that time. According to the regulations of the cafe, the employees must empty the garbage before get off work, so it is suspected The garbage left by people must be in the smallest garbage bag. Many guests will throw away the receipt, which can help us determine the date and time.”

On the surveillance, you can see what the murderer bought. He has been here several times, and they can collect the garbage of the corresponding date for comparison.

"The Army is still smart!" Qiao Ze was excited, "Thank you, Teacher Su..."

Lu Junchi also thanked Su Hui, this method is a delicate job, although it is a bit troublesome, but it is theoretically feasible, but in addition to hard work, it also requires a little luck. Maybe the fingerprints and information of the murderer can be found soon, and it may take a long time to investigate.

Fortunately, the murderer's crime and behavior have begun to gradually become clear from obscurity.

A policeman came over to report to Lu Junchi. After he had dealt with the problem, Su Hui had already left the restaurant and crossed the street in front.

It was only then that Lu Junchi remembered that he forgot to ask Su Hui's WeChat.

Five days after the discovery of the stump, the case finally made a breakthrough.

In the early hours of the morning, the police officers in charge of stalking caught a sneaky man next to the third group of junk cars.

After verification, they quickly confirmed that the person had left fingerprints in the junk car.

When Lu Jun arrived at the General Bureau one morning, the man had already been locked in the interrogation room and the interrogation started.

When he walked into the observation room, Zheng Bo and Qiao Ze were questioning inside.

Seeing Lu Jun coming in late, Xia Mingxi, a female criminal police officer in charge of the record, handed over the relevant information.

Lu Junchi's eyes swept across the table. This man's name is Zhan Xingrong, a small boss who handles decoration materials. He is 32 years old and has a higher education. He looks like a fat little fat man. If it weren't for solid evidence, it would be difficult for people to connect the man in front of him with this murderous case, let alone with those strange hobbies.

"...I'm really innocent, and I'm also curious... Besides, when I bought it, I didn't know whether it was a dead person or a living person. I have nothing to do with this murderer."

Qiao Ze sneered and pierced him: "Mr. Zhan, when you went there last night, didn't you take luck and want to get your things back?"

"I..." Zhan Xingrong was stunned for a while, he wiped the corners of his eyes, "I'm like this, don't break the law..."

"When you made that transaction, you've already committed a crime." Zheng Bai followed suit, "You'd better explain honestly now, where did you buy it from, maybe you have a good attitude, and you can ask for a lighter sentence."

The little fat man began to cry with his face covered, "Don't tell my family about this. If someone finds out, I will die socially..." This secret is like a skeleton hidden in a closet.

Zheng Bo didn't sympathize with him, and said coldly, "You confess first, and let's talk about the rest."

Zhan Xingrong's eyes were red, he hesitated for a while, knowing that he could not escape his guilt, but he still said honestly: "I was introduced to me by an old man in the circle before, he said that there is a reliable person to ship, it is a little bit. Expensive... Then I added a number on the Internet with the mentality of trying it out. I also worried about being cheated. After all, it is a lot of money, and no one's money comes from the wind. I tried to check it. I found out that his IP is abroad, and I can give you the number, but I haven't seen him log in since then..."

"The way of the transaction, when is it?" Seeing that Zhan Xingrong quickly recruited, Qiao Ze asked along the way.

"At first it said 150,000 pairs, but I said it wasn't that many, and it became 80,000. I said, I don't have a place to store them, and he said, add another 20,000, and he can provide waste for trading. Car. That guy...he only accepts cash, the transaction is in a designated scrap car, I received a car key, opened the door and put 100,000 in the drawer in the front of the car. I received it again the next day Two car keys, and instructions for use. After I went, I found a box under the back seat of a car..."

Speaking of this, Zhan Xingrong's eyes flashed a trace of fear: "I... I really thought he was working in a crematorium, so he was able to get the goods, if I knew there was a problem, lend me courage and I would also dare not..."

"What else did the other party say? Or are there any other details you can think of?"

"At that time, there were a lot of rules. For example, the time to go can't be earlier than ten o'clock in the evening, no later than six o'clock in the morning, when you are in the car, you have to lock the door, you can't turn on the lights, you can only use a flashlight and take it out. In the future, I can only watch it in another car with black windows, and put it back in the box after reading it..."

Qiao Ze asked the key question: "Do you know the name of the person who shipped it?"

Zhan Xingrong paused and swallowed: "I only know that people in the circle call him 'the butcher'. He can meet people's various needs, and even spend enough money to have..."

Hearing this, Xia Mingxi, who was in charge of the recording, couldn't listen anymore, and whispered, "It's really perverted... He actually took out the victim's body and sold it."

Lu Junchi folded his arms and said, "People have killed several people. What moral bottom line do you expect such a person to have?"

What surprised Lu Junchi was that the situation described by the victim was basically the same as Su Hui's previous analysis. That teacher Su doesn't look as simple as it seems.

The case finally progressed, and the police finally knew who the opponent they were facing...

Butcher.

Treat innocent women as lambs, even as his commodities. This murderer is as his name suggests, bold, extremely twisted, and at the same time thoughtful.

When Su Hui came to Baihushan Prison for the second time, it was a bit later than the last time.

After Song Rongjiang came in, he was obviously a lot more decadent than when he saw him last time. His hair was messier and dark circles appeared.

It was less than ten days before Song Rongjiang's execution. He had always had a big heart, but at such a time, he also began to be afraid.

The countdown to life is putting a lot of pressure on him.

No matter what his heart thinks, the body begins to resist and fear death instinctively.

Song Rongjiang took the cigarette that Su Hui handed over, and first said, "Mr. Su, you are late. I thought you might not come."

Before Su Hui appeared, he was already a little restless waiting. As the countdown to death began, he didn't know why, and began to look forward to this conversation.

Su replied, "I'm sorry, there is a traffic jam in the city today."

Song Rongjiang was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses: "Today is Friday." Then he looked at Su Hui and asked, "Will you come to see my execution?"

Su Hui believed that the relationship between them was successful. Now, Song Rongjiang has no initial precautions, and even because no one has visited for a long time and is nearing death, he has some subtle dependence on him.

Su Hui asked, "Do you want me to come?"

Song Rongjiang hesitated for a moment, as if imagining what Su Hui could do when he came back, then he shook his head and said, "Forget it, don't come, there's nothing to see."

Today's topic is a continuation of the last topic. Su Hui focused on asking Song Rongjiang's feelings towards people, which includes both men and women.

Those people have existed in his life, relatives, mother, father, classmates, teachers, colleagues.

Su Hui asked very meticulously, as if he hoped to build up the entire first half of Song Rongjiang's life through these character relationships.

Some of them had done their homework in advance, and even asked him over the phone. As the conversation went on, he got closer to Song Rongjiang's world.

He uses different words when referring to men and women.

Su Hui found sensitively that he had strong doubts about women, and a sense of contempt and disgust.

Just as he turned a deaf ear to the victim's denial in the first case, he only believed in the result he thought, and this attitude permeated all his interactions with women.

Fundamentally, Song Rongjiang believed that many women were lying, and he did not believe them.

Correspondingly, he only believed in his own judgments about them, some of which were even made up by himself.

Su Hui judged that this habit may have something to do with Song Rongjiang's mother-son relationship, or it may have originated from the betrayal and injury he received in his youth.

These are also related to his choice of victims.

Su Hui could also capture a sense of nostalgia from some of Song Rongjiang's words, what he was looking for.

However, in his repeated attempts, he did not find a clear related person or event.

Song Rongjiang protects this very well. Whenever Su Hui asks relevant questions, he will hurriedly bypass them.

Obviously, just like Pei Weiwei's location, this is a protection point for Song Rongjiang, a restricted area that no one else knows about and cannot step into.

Su Hui realized that Song Rongjiang would not tell the truth on these issues.

He wanted to die with these secrets.

As Su Hui repeatedly asked about his youth, Song Rongjiang finally showed obvious impatience. He took a heavy puff of cigarette and said, "Those things have nothing to do with my current crime. When will today's conversation end? "

"It's almost over." Su Hui said, coughing a few times on the side of his head because of the smell of smoke. He again led the question to some details of the day of the crime. He needed to bring the topic into Song Rongjiang's comfort zone. There will be expectations for the conversation, and more useful information will be said, and more valuable truths will be told.

Song Rongjiang was obviously excited again.

"Did you know? Mr. Su, when they stopped struggling, it felt so wonderful. I felt like I was completely integrated with them." Song Rongjiang paused, his eyes flashing, and he spat out a whiff of white. Yan, "I feel like I gave them back to death..."

This is Dickinson's poem, and she has a double understanding of death.

Su Hui took a deep breath and coughed a few times because of the smell of smoke.

He can read these people, he can walk into their minds, like walking into a maze, he solves the mystery one by one, but that doesn't mean he likes them.

But he had to do it that way, so that he could unravel untold secrets and unravel haunting mysteries.

Su Hui could feel that he was getting closer and closer to the answer he was looking for.