Criminal Investigation Notes

Lu Junchi walked down the stairs with guns in both hands, and cautiously, dim lights were lit in the corridor in front of him, and there were several rooms on either side. The further he went down, the heavier the smell of blood.

Several police officers followed and walked behind him into a dimly lit basement.

When Lu Jun walked out of a room late, he heard a whining sound from his nose when his mouth was covered.

The door was unlocked, Lu Jun pushed the door late and opened it with a creak. He dodged and raised his gun, determined that it was absolutely safe inside, and walked in without an ambush.

This is a blood-stained room. The walls and the ground are covered in large patches of dark red. Even the roof has been splattered with blood. It looks like a **** on earth, disgusting.

On the metal bed in the house, lay a woman with her limbs bound, and blood was still flowing from her wrists. This woman was Ning Ke, a clerk who disappeared not long ago...

Lu Junchi walked in and put down the gun. Although the victim was a little vague, he was obviously still alive.

He breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and said to Qu Ming, "Hurry up and save people!"

Lu Junchi and Qu Ming quickly took off the tape on Ning Ke's mouth, and then untied her from the steel bed that was bound. Qu Ming took off his coat and helped Ning Ke tightly tied above his wrist, the speed of blood flow was temporary. slow down...

Ning Ke's consciousness was a little blurry, but she was sure that she was rescued. When Lu Junchi bandaged her, tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, opened her mouth, and said softly, "Thank you."

Lu Junchi said to her, "don't be afraid, you're all right, the ambulance will arrive soon."

The two quickly settled the victim. Lu Junchi thought of something, and said to Qiao Ze who was standing by the side, "Get the relevant information about Fu Yunchu immediately."

Qiao Ze was stunned for a moment: "What do you need?"

Lu Jun said lately, "All, the more detailed the better."

At this time, the other police officers have also tried to open the next door one by one.

There are also several rooms in the hallway, most of which are unlocked.

Inside one of the doors, there are several hangers, which are covered with all kinds of women's clothes, and some oversized women's shoes are placed on the ground.

In the other rooms, some are piled with debris, some are filled with various chemicals, and some are filled with the empty wooden boxes that used to hold hands and feet.

Lu Junchi went to the deepest part of the corridor, took a deep breath and opened the door. This room was different from the previous ones. It was cleaned inside. There were two high shelves against the wall. Put some big wooden boxes.

In the corner of the room, there were several large freezers, which were still sizzling.

Lu Junchi looked at the square boxes and had a bad feeling in his heart. Those boxes reminded him of the boxes with limbs, but the box in front of him was much bigger.

Lu Junchi thought of a painting he saw in the hall just now.

He passed by in a hurry at that time, only glanced at it, and still remembered that the name of the painting was "Love".

In that painting, there are several boxes like this behind a woman.

Lu Junchi approached, took out the gloves and put them on, he took a box off the shelf. When I opened the lid, I found the same white preservative as those in the boxes.

Lu Junchi's heart was pounding, he knew that the box in front of him should contain what Su Hui had said before - the murderer's totem.

Based on the size of the box, he roughly estimated what was inside.

It's just that Lu Junchi still refuses to believe that fact.

He pushed away the powder with his hands, dug down, touched the human skin, and then a thick mass of black hair appeared in front of his eyes...

That's a woman's long hair.

There was an indescribable feeling in Lu Junchi's heart, he didn't need to go any further, he was already able to confirm what was in the box...

Su Hui was right with him. The murderer's booty was different from others', so he sold his hands and feet as by-products.

Lu Jun turned around and opened the freezers. Inside were the frozen remains with their hands, feet and heads cut off. It was difficult to see how many...

This place is like a slaughterhouse, and it is like a purgatory on earth. Those corpses are piled up at random, making people feel no different from livestock.

Lu Junchi stood up straight. He had seen too many tragic crime scenes and various corpses, but even if he was as strong as him, he felt a little hard to breathe.

"The Army Corps, the support and ambulance have arrived." Qiao Ze walked into the room as he spoke. He was shaken by the cold air, then looked at the things in the freezer, and covered his mouth in an instant...

In the Baihu Mountain Prison at this time, Su Hui was still sitting opposite Song Rongjiang, his eyes turned to the man in front of him, even if his vision was blurred, he could still feel the hostility and ferocity in the other's eyes.

If Song Rongjiang had a knife in his hand, he would definitely stab him without hesitation and stab him deeply into his body.

The central air conditioner was turned on in the interrogation room, and the temperature was a little low. Su Hui wore an extra coat today, but he could still feel a bone-chilling cold.

Up to now, the relationship built up from the first two meetings has completely changed.

Su Hui knew that Song Rongjiang's trust in him had been reduced to the extreme, and he could no longer get any affirmative answer from the man's mouth. He had to communicate with him in another way to get the answer he wanted.

Su Hui admits that Song Rongjiang is a somewhat different murderer. He is conceited, sensitive and cruel, which is also in line with his profile of him.

Song Rongjiang's starting point is not very high, which can be seen from the disorganization of the first case.

But then, he escalated very fast, and in the second case, he has changed significantly.

When it came to Pei Weiwei's case, he destroyed a lot of evidence, and his answer was not revealing.

The police repeatedly went to collect all kinds of evidence, and the judge severely cross-examined him, all of which did not make Song Rongjiang admit the crime.

If it wasn't for Pei Weiwei meeting Song Rongjiang's choice of victims, and Song Rongjiang having sufficient motives and conditions for committing the crime, it would be almost impossible for the police to link Pei Weiwei's disappearance to Song Rongjiang.

Su Hui believes that this appearance represents one thing.

From the very beginning, from Song Rongjiang's plan to kill Pei Weiwei, he planned to conceal this murder.

He will not let anyone know that Pei Weiwei is related to him, and people will not be able to find out where Pei Weiwei is.

Su Hui didn't show any panic, his voice was still very calm: "If you don't want to speak, then you can listen to me and analyze it to see how much I know about you through the recent conversation."

Su Hui's inaction made Song Rongjiang hesitate for a moment. He is a little confused now, how much the person in front of him knows.

Song Rongjiang's eyes narrowed, and he took a heavy puff of cigarette. Could this Teacher Su really be able to dig out his inner secret from the conversation with him?

The interrogation room was quiet for a while, only the sound of the central air conditioner could be heard, and the overhead lights looked cold and ruthless.

Su replied, "Actually, Pei Weiwei was the first case."

Song Rongjiang choked on the smoke when he heard these words. He coughed a few times, his whole face turned red, and then he scolded, "Stop talking nonsense."

Su Hui looked at him and continued: "I'm talking about the time of psychological crime, not the time of actual crime. I checked Pei Weiwei's information. When she was in school, she was a member of the literary club and once participated in Shakespeare. The stage play adapted from the work. Although she lives on campus, because her home is in the city, she takes a taxi home from the school gate every Friday night, and then takes a taxi from her home to go back to school on Sunday night. That’s right after your shift.”

When he said these few words, Song Rongjiang suddenly fell silent.

Su Hui paused for a while and then said, "Have you noticed that female student long ago? Whether in the bookstore or on her way home by taxi, she may be alone or accompanied by classmates. At that time, she In the conversation, maybe there was talk about those poems…”

Song Rongjiang raised his head and sneered twice: "Mr. Su, your ability to make up stories is quite strong..."

Su Hui gave evidence again: "I judge that you and Pei Weiwei met around the middle of June last year, and even from your Weibo and your comments in the circle of friends, it can be seen that you had an interest in life at that time. There is some hope... Of course, this is just your one-sided acquaintance time, and Pei Weiwei may not be aware of your existence."

With so many taxis in the city and so many people coming and going, who would care about a taxi that happened to be taken by chance?

No normal person can remember what the taxi driver looked like, how old, or what license plate number.

But at that time, Pei Weiwei didn't think that the driver, who had been silent in the front row, was actually watching her in the front-view mirror, and even some weird thoughts came up in his mind...

Song Rongjiang listened to Su Hui's words, and for a moment he forgot to smoke the cigarette in his hand. He became quiet and did not continue to refute.

"You start walking behind Pei Weiwei, and then you start to show up at her taxi spot on purpose. You pass her drive and know her address, her school, where she likes to go... You do this because you want to chase after her. this girl."

"You started to be dissatisfied, just watching her beside Pei Weiwei, you began to fantasize about what would happen to you, but at that time you should also realize that there is an insurmountable gap between you and Pei Weiwei. You are almost ten years older than her. In terms of family background, you are also lower than her. Education, appearance, you feel that you are not worthy of her, your initial emotions are quickly replaced by inferiority complex, so you Posted these Weibo…”

Song Rongjiang lowered his head and looked at the content printed by Su Hui.

There are even a few photos of Su Hui, which were taken by the camera when he was lying at the gate of Pei Weiwei's school.

In front of a lot of evidence, Song Rongjiang's fingers trembled slightly, and he took another puff of cigarette. The spicy gas entered his lungs, and the effect of nicotine calmed his nerves for a moment. Has he lost Su Hui's hypothesis: "Mr. Su, Even if I'm about to be executed, it doesn't mean that you can make things up." He gritted his teeth and said, "I haven't seen Pei Weiwei!"