Criminal Investigation Notes

From ten o'clock, lightning and thunder began to sound outside the window, which was destined to be a very quiet night in the city.

Lu Junchi sat at the table, sorting out the information he found during the day.

Up to now, these accidental murder cases have finally formed a closed loop. Except for the murderer who initially killed Liu Mengying's mother Zhuang Xueyi, the murderer has not yet been found, and they have gradually identified the suspects in several other cases.

Next, if there is a confession, they can make a breakthrough.

They finally discovered the mystery from those intricate cases. Although the composition of the case was different from what they had imagined, there were several victims and the hidden murderer...

This is definitely a major case in Huadu in recent years.

Then follow the clues, and you can always find the people behind the scenes.

Lu Junchi finally breathed a sigh of relief when the case was found here.

He turned his head and looked at Su Hui, who was sitting on the sofa. Su Hui was holding Aristotle in his arms, dipping his fingers into its soft fur, stroking it from time to time, and Aristotle squinted his eyes comfortably. , while Su Hui was attentively looking at the puzzle in front of him.

From this angle, Su Hui's neck is slender, his skin is white, and his chin is drooping.

Su Hui put together two pieces of the puzzle and coughed a few times involuntarily. Lu Junchi immediately became nervous and turned to ask him, "Have you taken the medicine?"

Su Hui replied, "I have eaten."

However, he knew very well that those medicines only treated the symptoms and not the root causes. On rainy days, his chest would be more stuffy, as if a stone had been pressed against his body.

Lu Junchi got up and made himself a cup of instant coffee, and by the way, he warmed up a cup of milk and handed it to Su Hui. He asked him, "You seem to like playing puzzles."

Su Hui lowered his head, still looking at the pieces in his hand: "I'm trying to restore the puzzle."

The jigsaw puzzle was suggested to him by Yang Yuqing. Whenever he completed a jigsaw puzzle, he felt as if his world had become a little more complete.

Lu Junchi took a look. The puzzle Su Hui was working on was completely different from the usual ones. Each piece of the puzzle was very small and similar in shape. There was no picture on it, it was all white.

He couldn't help but ask curiously, "What puzzle are you putting together this time?"

He has seen many puzzles, famous paintings and cartoons. He saw the large-scale puzzle of the moon here last time, but he has never seen this one.

The scattered puzzles piled together are like snow falling on the table top. The light shone on it, reflecting the light, making Su Huiqingjun's face even whiter.

Su Hui picked up a small piece of white and tried it, and spliced ​​it together, and the white area was extended by another point.

"This is pure white hell."

It was the first time that Lu Junchi heard that there is still white in hell. It looks like a beautiful scene, but it is actually an extremely cruel situation.

Just hearing the name can tell you how difficult this puzzle is.

If you have bad patience, you will be tortured to the point of madness, even madness.

Lu Junchi asked, "Why did you buy this?"

"Because it's hard enough," Su Hui said.

He has also done other puzzles, and he can always solve them quickly. He wants to put together the more difficult puzzles slowly, just like picking up his chaotic memories.

The pure white **** he bought was the 1,000-piece type. Since this case, he has been fighting a little bit every day, and he has been fighting on and off for a week. Now only one-eighth the size is left.

He would try to keep track of the shape of each piece in his mind, and then patiently try again and again.

In Su Hui's eyes, this complex white puzzle is like life and soul.

Lu Junchi became more curious: "Without color and pattern, what do you rely on to tell the difference? Shape alone?"

But in his opinion, the shape of each piece is similar, and it looks almost exactly the same, without any difference.

Su Hui said: "There is a difference. There are seven basic shapes, and each piece is different."

Lu Junchi asked again, "If I misspell a piece, wouldn't I have to start all over again?"

Su Hui's hand still kept on: "No matter how you put it together, there is only one piece of the puzzle in each position. It is unique. Maybe you don't know where it is before you put it together, but once you put it on, you will Will know, that's where it's at."

He paused and said: "Like the facts of those cases, it seems that there are countless possibilities, but in fact, there is only one that has actually happened in the past."

Having said this, Su recalled the case in front of him.

While working on each piece of the puzzle, his mind was not idle, and he was also thinking about the case.

The whole case has come to the present, and it feels like it will soon come to light, but Su Hui is a little confused. He still has some questions that he has not figured out, and there is still a strangeness in the matter.

He feels that everything may not be as simple as it seems on the surface...

After listening to Su Hui's words, Lu Junchi also had a subtle feeling in his heart: "There is only one truth hidden in each case. Some people have said similar things to me."

Su replied: "Really, then he must be very good."

Lu Jun changed the subject and reminded him, "Your milk is getting cold."

Only then did Su Hui stop, pick up the cup and take a sip. Now it is neither cold nor hot, and the temperature is just right.

Lu Junchi looked at Su Hui silently. The longer they got along, the more Lu Junchi knew about Su Hui. When he didn't speak, he was like an unapproachable iceberg, with a sense of loneliness.

In normal life, it is like a cup of warm water with nothing mixed in, lazy, undisciplined, and at ease with whatever happens.

But once he has put into work, analyzed those cases, and faced those crimes, his whole person will be sharp-edged and dazzling, like a sharp sword, reflecting the light of the sword, making people unable to look away.

At that time, he always reminded him of his uncle and that person...

There was a sound of thunder outside the window, interrupting Lu Junchi's memory. He turned to look at the balcony: "The rain seems to be getting heavier."

Su Hui hummed: "The weather forecast says it will rain from tonight to tomorrow morning." He remembered something, "Your umbrella is very useful, where did you buy it?"

When it rained last time, Lu Junchi went to pick him up. At that time, he gave him an umbrella for a short time. The umbrella that Lu Junchi took was dark blue, and the skeleton was dark silver metal, and the quality was very good.

He remembered that the umbrella's crown was large and strong, but it was very light to hold. In the rain, such an umbrella gave him a wonderful sense of security.

Lu Junchi got up and went to get two umbrellas, one in his bag and the other on the table: "If you like, I can give you this one."

Su Hui narrowed his eyes and raised his head to ask, "Do you have two identical umbrellas?"

Lu Junchi looked at the umbrella in his hand: "Yes, one was brought to me by my mother after she went abroad, and the other was bought by me."

Su Hui was a little strange: "Why buy two?"

Lu Junchi looked at the umbrella on the table and listened to the sound of the rain outside the window, his eyes softened unconsciously: "I used to have a colleague who always forgot to bring an umbrella. Once I heard that he lent my umbrella to me without an umbrella. He did. I thought that the captain could borrow an umbrella when he came back from the field, but just in time for an urgent matter, I went in the rain. After my colleague found out, I was very sorry. I was afraid that he would not dare to borrow my umbrella again. I will bring an extra umbrella every time so that I can lend him the extra."

Su Hui held the puzzle and said, "Then your colleague has a bad memory, why don't you remember to bring an umbrella and have to borrow it from you?"

Lu Junchi said: "Actually, I wanted to give it to him, but I was afraid that after I gave it, he would not remember to bring an umbrella." He paused for a moment and added, "And every time it rains, he will come to me. Talk, when the weather is clear, you will come to me and return the umbrella."

"Do you like her?" Su Hui said absent-mindedly, he couldn't find a place with a piece of the puzzle, stared at the puzzle and frowned, "If you give it to me, in case my colleague borrows an umbrella from you... …”

Lu Jun paused for a while and looked at him: "Now, it's no longer needed... That person is no longer here."

"Thank you." Su Hui's hand fell, and another piece of the puzzle was put together.

The rustling rain outside the window was intertwined with Lu Junchi's pleasant voice. For a moment, Su Hui felt that the fragments of memories in his mind seemed to be gradually spliced ​​together in Lu Junchi's voice.

At some point in the past, he seemed to be holding an umbrella like this, standing in front of the third building of the Huadu Bureau.

He remembered that it was raining heavily at that time, rustling on the umbrella, and he pressed the edge of the umbrella very low, covering his face, and distanced himself from the others indifferently and carefully.

The umbrella was borrowed, he just asked casually, and the other party gave him generously.

He also asked, do you have an umbrella?

The other party said, don't worry about me, my colleague has it here, I'll go with him later, I'll drive, and I only need to walk a short distance.

He happily walked into the rain, surrounded by people with umbrellas and raincoats.

In such a heavy rain, if there is no rain gear, it will definitely get soaked. He inadvertently raised his head and looked at a familiar figure running into the rain without an umbrella.

fraud……

At that time, he pursed his lips and thought.

This memory popped up for some reason, so illusory that Su Hui couldn't confirm whether he had imagined it after hearing what Lu Junchi said, or whether it really existed.

The rain was so heavy that he couldn't see the man's face clearly.

The night has never been so long. She seems to be in the polar region, ushering in the eternal night, and the rich black devours all the light.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier. Fang Jiayue sat on the square chair with her hands on her knees. Her tears had dried up.

It was summer, but she was shivering with cold, as if all other senses had disappeared, she could only feel the cold.

It's a bus stop, and the advertisement behind it glows with soft white light.

This is the place she can find, with a clear orientation and shelter from the rain.

Her cell phone was dead, not sure anyone would come to pick her up.

Thick water has accumulated on the road. When a car drives by, it will separate from the water and make a rushing sound.

She felt like she was sitting on an island, alone and helpless.

At this moment, she raised her head inadvertently, and saw a person with a black umbrella walking towards her through the rain screen.

The man was wearing a black top and black pants.

He didn't wear glasses, and his temperament was a little gloomy and completely different from when he was wearing a doctor's clothes during the day, so Fang Jiayue didn't recognize him for a moment.

But at that moment, when Fang Jiayue raised her head, he stretched out a beautiful hand to her. Under the reflection of the billboard, his body seemed to be covered with a faint light.

At that moment, in Fang Jiayue's eyes, he was like an angel in the world, dispelling all the ghosts in the darkness.