Criminal Investigation Notes

When Su Hui woke up, he found himself lying on the bed, and everything in front of him gradually emerged, the white walls and the white roof. He squinted his eyes with his remaining vision to judge for a while, and then he was sure that this was the observation room of the hospital. There were intermittent conversations outside.

A voice was speaking, and he identified it carefully. It should be Director Huang, his attending physician.

"...blood pressure and blood sugar are a little low...white blood cells in the blood routine are high, the CT result shows that there is lung inflammation, some bleeding, and the heartbeat is normal...the body temperature has dropped a little from 39 °C, and it is now 38.3 °C, it is recommended to infuse for a period of observation. ...he needs a good rest, he's still too weak."

Su Huizhi stood up, a little top-heavy, his chest was stuffy, and he coughed a few times when he got up.

Lu Junchi heard a voice inside and opened the curtain.

Su Hui was sitting beside the bed. When he was in a coma before, his coat had already been taken off. The doctor had unbuttoned his shirt a few times, and the tie was also taken off and put aside. From the opened collar, a piece of collarbone was exposed, and he lowered his head, looking pale, handsome and thin.

"Are you awake?" Looking at Su Hui's pale lips, Lu Jun felt distressed for a while. Before Su Hui suddenly vomited blood and fainted, his heart stopped beating.

Su replied, "I feel much better."

"I happened to be on duty today, come and take a look." Director Huang looked at Su Hui, "It's good to wake up, Captain Lu told me about the situation at the time, the cause of the fainting may be fever, hypoxia and hypoglycemia. This time The cause is still a lung infection caused by an old injury, which looks very scary. I first prescribed some antibiotics and treated conservatively. In the case of hemoptysis, I should take Yunnan Baiyao first, and Toxamine to stop the bleeding.”

Su Hui replied calmly, "Too Saimin finished eating before."

Director Huang said: "You can't eat it often, it's not good for the stomach and eyes."

Lu Junchi frowned. He judged from the conversation between the two people that it was not the first time that Su Hui had vomited blood. He seemed to be used to this situation.

While prescribing medicine for Su Hui, Director Huang instructed: "Be sure to avoid strenuous exercise. The deterioration of old wounds may cause hemopneumothorax and heavy bleeding. If the situation continues to deteriorate, a detailed bronchoscopy may be required, or even further surgery. With your current physical condition, there is a certain risk of reoperation."

Su Hui nodded there.

Then Director Huang said worriedly: "I judge that there may be some psychological reasons. Psychology and body will affect each other and will aggravate the disease. You have to insist on going to Dr. Yang."

Su Hui leaned on the bed and hummed. He looked at the time and only fainted for more than an hour before and after, but it felt like a long time had passed.

It was Lu Jun who was late to get the medicine, and then accompanied him to finish the infusion.

The antipyretic quickly worked and the temperature dropped. Su Hui didn't want to be hospitalized. The hospital's inpatient department was short of beds, so Dr. Huang didn't force him to stay. He told him to stay in bed and have a good rest. He would come over in the past few days to finish the rest of the infusion.

When the two came out of the hospital, it was already dark.

After getting into the car, Lu Junchi was still thinking about Director Huang asking Su to go back to see Dr. Yang, and asked Su back, "Is Dr. Yang Yang Yuqing?"

The mental hospital opened by Dr. Yang Yuqing is in cooperation with the Huadu General Administration, aiming at the policemen's psychological trauma and mental illness. Although Lu Junchi didn't know what Su Hui had experienced, he vaguely knew that it should have something to do with Su Hui's past.

Su Hui nodded: "I haven't been there for a while recently."

Lu Junchi said, "I'll accompany you to take a look when you feel better."

Lu Jun didn't ask, Su Hui hesitated for a while, but still felt that he should tell him: "I don't have too serious psychological problems, just a little PTSD and depersonalization."

PTSD is Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, and it was this and the original head injury that caused the memory loss in the Su Hui part. Depersonalization is a perceptual syndrome, and it has something to do with what happened two years ago.

Lu Jun never thought that Su Hui would take the initiative to tell him about this.

PTSD Lu Junchi had heard of it and had some understanding. It was the first time he heard the word depersonalization, so he couldn't help asking: "What is depersonalization..."

Su Hui put his hand beside the car window and wrote lightly: "It's just the loss of experience. Sometimes I feel that the world I live in is not real. But I'm much better now, and this feeling doesn't come up often."

Human understanding of this disease is not comprehensive enough.

There is a saying that depersonalization is also a defensive disease, because it is too painful, so all your senses are closed, your mind is detached, and you struggle out of those emotions, so the pain will not be real, but with this At the same time, other emotions were frozen together.

Su Hui had frequent episodes in the past. He sometimes felt that he had lost all his emotions, no sorrow or joy, no laughing, no crying, or even love, like an outsider.

He felt like an actor, an observer, looking at his own face in the mirror would feel unfamiliar, as if living in a world he was unfamiliar with, acting out other people's stories.

Sometimes Su Hui would suddenly enter this state, and sometimes he would suddenly walk out.

This feeling, unless it is a patient with the same disease, is somewhat difficult to understand.

Lu Junchi asked again: "Then this... is it good for treatment?"

Su Hui became a doctor after a long illness: "I'm not too serious, I don't need to take medicine, but I need regular psychotherapy. The treatment methods for depersonalization generally include relaxation, breathing, meditation, and even hypnosis."

When Lu Junchi heard these methods, he felt unreliable: "...will it work?"

Su Hui didn't care: "There should be. In short, it is a disease that sounds very metaphysical, and then needs to be treated in a more metaphysical way. I think the most important thing is to self-regulate." He paused and said. , "I'll go back and make an appointment with Dr. Yang."

Lu Junchi decided to go back and check the disease himself. He changed the subject and said, "Your pseudonym seems to be quite famous."

Su Hui shook his head: "It's just a vest in a small academic circle. People in the city who know these magazines are basically in that lecture hall in the afternoon..."

Su Hui has always been less involved in school affairs. Before, Director Liao's behavior was too aggressive, which caused such a contrast. If you introduce it at the beginning, it will not have such an effect.

Lu Junchi remembered something and asked him, "Do you have any other vests?"

Su Hui gave a low hum: "When it was published in foreign journals, this pseudonym was not used."

His habit has always been to wear a vest to protect himself, and he would rather wear a few more. Now he is teaching in the Chinese police, and the dissertation must be resolved. After weighing, he reported this vest. This is already the least involved in his many vests. .

With the protection of academic works, it can be done once and for all in the future.

At least no one will ever say that he entered the crime academy through the back door.

As soon as the two of them got home, Lu Junchi's cell phone rang. He answered the phone, and gave Su Hui some warm water to bring medicine.

Su Hui was sitting beside the bed. He heard a few words from the phone call just now and asked Lu Junchi sideways, "Is it Bureau Tan?"

Lu Jun said lately, "Well, he cares about you, and asked about your debriefing and your health." Then he magically opened his palm, and there was a yellow-packaged lemon candy in his palm.

Su Hui drank the medicine, his eyes moved slightly, he took it and tore it open and ate it. It was the same kind of candy Lu Junchi gave him last time in the car. His mouth was full of sweet and sour taste for a while, the sugar was a little sour, and there was an itchy feeling that spread to the roots of his teeth, and the sourness made his body tremble. .

Su Hui ate the candy and said, "I made an appointment with Dr. Yang on WeChat, next Wednesday afternoon."

"Then I will accompany you."

"Well, why don't you push your brother's WeChat account to me, I'm quite grateful to him today."

"I'll send it to you later." Lu Junchi said, reaching out and touching his forehead, "The fever has subsided."

Rather than using a thermometer, he prefers to use his palm to sense the temperature, which seems to make him feel more at ease. When he was a child, Lu Haochu often had a fever. When he was taking care of his younger brother, he often did this, and it became a habit.

Lu Junchi retracted his hand and looked at Su Hui's beautiful eyes at him. He suddenly felt that his action was a bit overstepping.

Su Hui was still stunned. It was only when Lu Junchi's hand was withdrawn that he came to his senses, and then he lowered his head, feeling his face burning little by little.

Lu Junchi was also a little embarrassed, got up and said, "I'll cook some porridge for you. You lie down for a while, and then sleep after you finish eating."

Su Hui responded in a low voice, his eyes followed Lu Junchi's back until he disappeared at the door, then got up and changed his clothes and lay on the bed.

Through the open door, he could see the lights in the living room and hear voices in the kitchen.

Su Hui suddenly discovered one thing, his world is often disintegrating and separating, but it seems that when Lu Junchi appears, this feeling will be weakened and reduced.

Listening to him talking and watching him do things, he can have some sense of reality, and he can also experience emotional fluctuations.

In those moments, he seemed to break free from that frozen world and could feel something.

Su Yuan closed his eyes, remembering that when he fainted, before he completely lost consciousness, he seemed to be held by someone.

His face became even hotter, and he buried himself in the quilt.

It was another cloudy day, the clouds in the sky were a little low, and the air was very hot.

Gu Ruoruo walked into the community alone, pulling a large suitcase and wearing a pair of small leather shoes with low heels, but her footsteps were extremely brisk.

There is a small yard on the first floor here, and an old lady is watering the flowers. Seeing Gu Ruoruo, the old lady frowned tightly and wrinkled her face into walnuts: "You are on the third floor, right? What did you buy? Pickled fish or stinky tofu? The smell is so stinky, and it attracts a lot of flies in the corridor... I thought your husband was at home, and no one opened the door after knocking for a long time."

Recalling the pungent and unpleasant smell, the old lady's face wrinkled even tighter.

"I'm sorry, I went on a business trip recently. Maybe my husband forgot to collect the garbage, or something is broken at home." Gu Ruoruo apologized a little, "I'll go back and clean up right away."

Gu Ruoruo went upstairs, took out the key, and opened the door.

After entering the room, she was stunned for a second and took a deep breath. There was indeed a strong smell in the room.

Gu Ruoruo was choked up and coughed, the smell was so bad that even canned herring couldn't match it, as if there was nothing in the world that smelled worse than this.

Gu Ruoruo realized what happened in her heart, her hands began to shake, but she forced herself to calm down.

She went to the window and opened it, and then she looked back at the bed, on which lay a decomposing male body.

That was his husband Pang Qinghua.

He is a standard phoenix man, he was admitted to the best university with excellent grades, and stayed in a research institute in Huadu.

Gu Ruoruo once married him despite her family's objections because she admired his talent.

But after the marriage, she found herself jumping into a fire pit. This man is masculine and thinks that talented men should be polygamous. He is divorced.

This marriage was not the beginning of her happiness, but the beginning of a nightmare in her life.

Now, the man who made her fear has been dead for a long time. The rotting corpse fluid has penetrated into the sheets. The top of the corpse is almost covered with insects, and dense flies are lying on the corpse, as if enjoying a feast.

Gu Ruoruo came over, and the insects on the corpse flew up with a buzzing sound, circling around the corpse.

She lowered her head and rolled her drooping hair with her hands, her eyes were cold, trying to identify what the man once looked like from the rotten puddle of flesh.

After looking at it for a long time, Gu Ruoruo smiled slightly at the corpse and said, "Husband, I'm back."

Of course the corpse would not answer her.

Gu Ruoruo got up, sat on the bay window, and began to laugh like a madman.

So many heart-wrenching nights, quarrels, and nightmares are finally over.

She smiled, tears welling up in her eyes.

Then she adjusted her mood, dialed 110, her voice was frightened, and she sobbed and said, "Hey, I just came back from a business trip and found that my husband had an accident. He died at home. Come over quickly, my address is..."

Then she went into the bathroom and put the bath lotion on her hands and rubbed it into her eyes, stinging and tears rolling down her cheeks.

Gu Ruoruo looked at herself in the mirror, she was still young, she could live better...

The police arrived at the fastest speed, physical evidence, forensics, and criminal police.

Gu Ruoruo had already cried until her eyes were swollen and red, and she was at a loss.

Several physical evidence forensics were there while chatting and investigating.

"It's all rotten like this, waiting for the corpse to be unlucky."

"Why so many flies can't be chased away."

"Crawled in through the vent in the bathroom, the weather has been stuffy and hot recently..."

"By the way, which team is in charge of this case?"

"Five teams."

Xing Yunhai, the criminal investigation captain of the fifth team of the General Administration, walked into the scene to have a look, then turned to ask the little policeman who came to investigate first: "How is it?"

The little policeman looked at the records on the form: "The deceased Pang Qinghua, male, 32 years old, was a researcher. There was a burnt-out charcoal basin in the house."

Xing Yunhai frowned, waved away the flies that were parked on him, and turned to look at Gu Ruoruo, who was crying sadly, "Is your wife suspicious?"

"Her wife is a flight attendant. We searched the information and found that their relationship between husband and wife should not be good. They had filed for divorce before, but it was rejected. But..." The little policeman went to check the confession record, "In the past half month, The wife has gone to study abroad, and it is far away in Changshi, all her colleagues can attest. She has an alibi and no crime time."

"Are there any other traces in the house?"

"No, it's very clean and tidy. The lock on the room has not been picked. The charcoal basin is the iron basin used for washing vegetables at home, and it has Pang Huaqing's fingerprints on it."

Gu Ruoruo was still crying: "We have a very good relationship as husband and wife. Don't look at how easy my husband is outside, he is still very good to me. I didn't expect that he would have an accident when I was on a business trip..."

He looked at the bedside table, and there were some bottles of sleep aids: "Your husband doesn't sleep well?"

Gu Ruoruo said: "It is more brain-intensive and stressful to engage in scientific research. He always sleeps well all night. He only went to see it after I said it."

Xing Yunhai walked into the kitchen and smelled it with his nose. The air here is much better than the bedroom, and there is not much corpse odor.

The kitchen was neat, and all the bottles and jars were neatly stacked. Then he opened the cabinet and smelled a scent of tea...

Xing Yunhai opened the door and smelled it. The tea tasted very fragrant, like this year's new tea, but he had already used up most of the can.

There is also a seasoning box next to it, which contains brown-black particles. He looked at it and judged that it might be coffee powder.

Gu Ruoruo turned her head to the side and stopped crying, her eyes floated over, and she looked at the man standing in the kitchen from a distance with cold eyes.

Xing Yunhai watched for a while, then came over and asked Gu Ruoruo, "You opened the window?"

Gu Ruoruo nodded hurriedly: "The smell in the house is so bad that I almost vomited it out. I opened the window and immediately called the police."

Xing Yunhai asked again: "When you came, was the bedroom door closed or open?"

Gu Ruoruo was stunned for a moment: "It's closed, it seems to be closed..."

Xing Yunhai's eyes stared at her firmly, as if to see through her, he stretched out his hand and waved it, and a few flies flew up immediately: "How come there are so many flies when it's closed?"

Gu Ruoruo's body trembled: "No... Maybe I remembered it wrong, it's open. It's because of this that flies come in."

Xing Yunhai looked at the woman in front of her. She was not low, about 1.6 meters in height, but she was thin, as if a gust of wind could blow her away. He continued to ask her casually: "Open? Your husband thinks Why do you keep the door open to burn charcoal?"

Gu Ruoruo panicked instantly. She even forgot to cry and stammered, "Maybe a small crack was opened. I don't know. I just got home, and when I came back, I saw that he was dead..."

Speaking of this, Gu Ruoruo suddenly came to her senses, her eyes widened, and she raised her head to pretend to be confused: "Officer, what do you mean... this is a murder case, would anyone want to kill my husband?"

She sat on the chair in a daze, sweat quickly formed on her forehead, and then she thought of something, and suddenly clenched the tissue in her hand.

If he was right, it was indeed a murder.

Thinking of this, Xing Yunhai put on his gloves: "Sorry, our police will find out the truth."