Madness of the Heart

The water in the pond is still pouring out continuously, towards the garage not far away, but no one is still thinking about stacking sandbags by the pond.

The employee who was the first to find his body was too scared to speak. Liu Jia fell to the ground with a pale face and was helped away by two male colleagues.

The rain seems to have fallen through, and the rain is getting smaller.

But the sparse rain still washed the dirt pit, and the turbid yellow sewage flooded the calf again.

Someone called the police, and the police will be there soon.

When this happened, many people were dumbfounded. The logistics department forgot to arrange a bus, and the employees who drove by themselves forgot to pick up the car and leave. Everyone retreated to the rain shelter of the new building and looked at the dirt pit from a distance. There was a lot of discussion.

"How come there are dead people? It's too scary to be buried in that kind of place!"

"Yes, I often go for a walk by the pond!"

"Is it buried before? Who the **** is it? Will it be a construction worker? I heard that there are often accidents on the construction site."

"The people from the Propaganda Department have seen it clearly. That leg hasn't rotted, so it should have been dead. Our building has been built for half a year, and it cannot be a construction worker."

"Oh my God, isn't that the person who works here? Which department has missing people?"

Han Mingming suddenly felt an extremely bad feeling in his heart, so he called Sha Chun again, but it was still turned off.

She was also carrying sandbags downstairs just now, and her whole body was wet at this time, looking anxious and embarrassed.

Behind her, most of the staff of the folk music club fell silent.

This group of people usually likes to make noise the most, and there are few moments of collective silence.

"You said, would that person be, yes..." Yang Yan's voice was extremely low, and he stretched out his hand to pull Ranhe's sleeve.

Ran He glared at her with a bad tone, "I don't know, don't talk nonsense. The police will be here in a while."

"But Sha Chun didn't come today, and Director Han couldn't get through her phone." Yang Yan said, "Is this a coincidence?"

Ran He looked outdoors. The police car had arrived. The red and blue light was inexplicably dazzling. A cordon separated the employees who were still near the pond. Several police officers carrying tool boxes ran towards the pit.

"Just dig it out." Ran He turned around and said to Yang Yan.

"It won't let us recognize the corpse, right?" Yang Yan said in horror: "I don't want to see it!"

"Hush!" Ran He pinched Yang Yan suddenly, "Come here and listen to me."

Yang Yan rubbed the painful place, "What are you doing?"

Ran He said: "If... I mean if that person is Sha Chun, we might be in trouble."

Yang Yan wondered: "Why? What does it matter to us?"

Ran He looked back, and other colleagues in the folk music club were whispering to each other in a small voice, "We bullied Sha Chun."

Yang Yan opened his eyes wide, "Are you making a mistake? I didn't. You often scold Sha Chun!"

"Don't you agree?" Ran He gritted his teeth, "Okay, listen to me. If it's not for Sha Chun, everything is easy to say, but if it is, the police will definitely find our entire department to investigate. One person, one room, thinking about each other Ventilation is impossible. At that time, someone will definitely say that I have a conflict with Sha Chun, and you can't get rid of the relationship."

Yang Yan's face turned pale, "I...but I didn't kill anyone!"

"I know!" Ran He said, "but when the time comes, the police will find out that we have bullied Sha Chun, and we have been spreading in the group ten to ten. What do others think of us?"

In a place like the performing arts group, the business may not pass the test, the ability may not be in place, but the superficial character cannot be bad.

Sha Chun was fine, no matter how badly he was targeted, no one would say anything. The listener might even make a joke—this is the workplace.

But if something happens to Sha Chun, the nature will change.

"What should I do then?" Yang Yan almost cried.

Ran He said: "No matter what others say, we must maintain a harmonious relationship with Sha Chun."

What rushed to the scene was the Criminal Investigation Detachment of Nancheng Sub-bureau.

When receiving the case transferred from the police station, Xu Qiang, the deputy captain, did not think it was necessary to report it to the Criminal Investigation Bureau.

Although the police circle in Dongye City is a whole, there is no lack of factional struggles inside. The criminal investigation detachments of several sub-bureaus have their own minds. Before Xiao Yuan airborne, how many pairs of eyes stared at the position of the deputy director of the criminal investigation bureau. Xu Qiang pressed the leader of the detachment over his head, and he couldn't jump to the Criminal Investigation Bureau for a while. In the past, the leader of the detachment had been active with Director Li Danli many times, and wanted to go to the Criminal Investigation Bureau to take up a pit, but Xu Qiang stood in Liang Zhao's team and planned to take advantage of Liang Zhao's rising wind to gain a firm foothold in the branch.

As soon as Xiao Yuan came, the plans for the main branch and deputy branch of the Nancheng Branch fell to no avail.

When Xu Qiang stood in Liang Zhao's team, he reported to the Criminal Investigation Bureau regardless of the size of the case, and Liang Zhao made a "decision." The most important departments of the Criminal Investigation Bureau are now under the control of Xiao Yu'an. It is not true that Xu Qiang will continue to stand on Liang Zhao, nor will he stand still. Thinking that the case at hand was just the torrential rain rushing out of the corpse, I didn't bother to report it to the Criminal Investigation Bureau, and solved the problem by myself.

The development of the matter was beyond his expectation.

The trace examiner and the forensic doctor dug out the corpse buried in the pit, Xu Qiang's expression immediately changed.

The deceased was a female with a horizontal ring-shaped atresia sulcus on the neck, swelling and cyanosis of the face, and suspected mechanical asphyxia.

But what is strange is that the deceased was not wearing ordinary clothes, but stage clothes with fine embroidery, with exaggerated makeup on his face, his hands were cut from his wrists, and the wounds did not respond to life.

This is no longer an ordinary homicide case. It is a post-mortem dismemberment, and the victim's death has a certain ritual.

Xu Qiang didn't dare to hold the case anymore, and immediately notified the Criminal Investigation Bureau to request the support of the Crime Squad.

Because of the heavy rain just now, accidents occurred on several main roads in the city. There was a traffic jam in the city. Although the serious crime team dispatched police in time, they were blocked on the road.

"We only saw the performance of the Performing Arts Group a few days ago, and we have to go to them to investigate the case today." Fang Yuanhang sat in the back row of the leading police car, "Could the victim be a member of the Performing Arts Group?"

"It's hard to say now." Yi Fei pretended to be ill and didn't go to the show. He didn't expect to be really ill a day later. He had a bad cold and a fever. He was given intravenous drips in the hospital for two days. As soon as the situation eased, he voluntarily asked to return to the team. Wearing two layers of masks, talking urnly, "I've been to the performing arts group land, half of it is deserted, and the surrounding area is also a building to be built. It looks like a ghost town at night. People outside can easily get in, the victim. Neither the murderer is necessarily a member of the performing arts group."

Ming Shu was sitting in the co-driver, watching the live pictures sent by Xu Qiang.

The victim's clothes were soaked in mud and water, and the original color was no longer visible, but the embroidery on the cuffs, collar, and chest was still clearly visible.

Mingshu recognized that this was the embroidered gauze dress worn by the female performers during the Saturday performance.

"That's true." Fang Yuanhang said: "This kind of new development zone is most prone to homicides. Now the criminals are better than one. Knowing that the security and monitoring facilities of the new development zone cannot keep up, it is difficult to detect, so they always go to this place. run."

"No." Ming Shu raised his eyes, frowned and looked forward. "The victim is probably an employee of the Performing Arts Group."

"Huh?" Yi Fei noticed the tablet on Ming Shu's hand, "Let me see."

Ming Shu handed the tablet back, "And maybe we have seen it."

Fang Yuanhang leaned close to Yi Fei and looked at the photos on the tablet together, "This dress..."

Ming Shu said: "It's the costume we saw at the Jiangnan Theater."

When the crime squad arrived at the Performing Arts Group, the rain had completely stopped. Under the bright searchlight, the victim was lying on the low platform temporarily set up by the marking inspector, his eyes bulging, and he could no longer see his true colors.

The appearance of the strangled person changed a lot. Ming Shu bent down and observed the strangulation of the victim's neck up close.

Both self-hanging and strangulation will leave a strangulation in the neck, but there is a big difference between the two. Forensic doctors use this to distinguish whether a deceased committed suicide or homicide.

Ming Shu shifted his sight and suddenly noticed the red studs on the ear bones of the deceased.

"is her?"

Folk music performances emphasize the harmony between the performer and the music, so both men and women wear improved classical costumes, and the accessories also have profound classical characteristics. The woman who played the guzheng wore a very modern red earring.

Most of the time the earrings are covered by long hair, Mingshu's eyes are sharp, and the focus is on observing the player at that time, so I can see the earrings clearly.

"Who is it?" Yi Fei asked.

Ming Shu straightened up, his eyes darkened suddenly, "Probably a guzheng player in the folk music club of the Performing Arts Group."

At this time, employees from the group's logistics department hurried over, found Xu Qiang, and said they wanted to call the police.

Xu Qiang was one of the first two adults, and was about to let his hands deal with it. Suddenly he heard the employee say, "A woman in the folk music club has disappeared!"

Half an hour later, the identity of the deceased was confirmed. It was Sha Chun of the Chinese People's Music Club.

"Sha Chun, a native of Kefu Town, Dongye City, 31 years old, graduated from Dongye Conservatory of Music, joined the Dongye Performing Arts Group nine years ago, and transferred from the Big Performance Department to the Folk Music Club four years ago. He focuses on guzheng and is good at bamboo flute. , Pipa, and Hulusi live alone in Jiachuang Community in Dongcheng District. She bought the house with her own loan three years ago.” Yi Fei is reporting the information of the known victims. Intimacy, alone for a long time, used to work overtime to rehearse, so he got the nickname-'model worker'."

"'Model worker'?" For young criminals like Yuanhang, the term "model worker" with strong characteristics of the times is very unfamiliar.

"Yes,'model worker'." The older Xu Chun said: "This word was an absolute commendation when I was a child. The elders in the family were all vying to be model workers in the factory. If they can be judged, then for the whole family, It's a very face-saving thing. But now, the "model worker" has become a kind of malicious and ridiculous ridicule to a large extent."

Ming Shu leaned against the wall to listen to the discussion, his tongue rubbed gently on his teeth.

Just ten minutes ago, he was still asking Han Mingming, who had found Sha Chun missing, next door.

Han Mingming is more than 40 years old, and the position of deputy director of the folk music department is considered a small middle-level in the performing arts group.

Most of the players in the folk music club are in their twenties and thirties, and some are in their forties, but very few. Han Mingming used to play the pipa in the orchestra, but was commissioned as deputy director last year.

Compared with the leader of the folk music club, Helian, she obviously knows Sha Chun better and the small groups in the orchestra.

"The night three days ago, we performed at the Jiangnan Theater, and Sha Chun was one of the performers." Perhaps it was the first time facing the criminal police, Han Mingming was very nervous, and his speech was broken and trembling many times, and his eyes were floating throughout the process. Yes, "After the performance, everyone said they were going to dinner, but Sha Chun didn't attend and left by himself."

Mingshu has already obtained all the surveillance of the Jiangnan Theater and its surroundings that night.

The video shows that at 9:41, Sha Chun left the backstage work room, appeared at the west gate of the theater at 9:52, and has not appeared on public surveillance since then. At 10:02, Sha Chun's colleagues walked into the corridor in groups of three or five. At 10:23, the last group of people left by the south gate of the theater.

From 9:41 to 10:23, all the people who appeared in the surveillance, only Sha Chun was alone.

"After that, I have never seen Sha Chun again." Han Mingming said: "Our department was closed yesterday and the day before yesterday. We only rehearsed today. I found out that Sha Chun hadn't come in the afternoon. Calling her was turned off. I didn't. Thinking of her already..."

As he said, Han Mingming lowered his head and wiped the corners of his eyes with a tissue.

The mobile phone that Sha Chun had turned off was found, and it was buried beside her, packed in a plastic airtight bag.

The strange thing is that there are not only mobile phones in the sealed bag, but also Sha Chun's ID card and three bank cards. On these items, there were only fingerprints and sweat traces of Sha Chun alone.

Sha Chun must have been killed. The murderer wiped out his fingerprints and sweat in order to hide his identity, but after that, did Sha Chun touch these objects again? It doesn't make sense. If Sha Chun erased traces that did not belong to her, why would she do it?

There are too many questions in front of us, and too many clues need to be sorted out one by one. For the time being, we can only start with Sha Chun himself.

Mingshu asked, "What kind of person is Sha Chun?"

"This..." Han Mingming hesitated for more than ten seconds before sighing, "Should I tell the truth?"

"Sha Chun is the victim of the murder case." Ming Shu emphasized, "She was killed."

Han Mingming nodded, "I know, I know."

Ming Shu said: "I need to understand her in all aspects. Director Han, what do you know, I hope you don't hide it."

"Sha Chun is very unpopular." Han Mingming finally said: "I am now her direct leader. I used to be her colleague. I have never had a close relationship with her, but I have been getting along for a long time. I still know her character and interpersonal relationship. Some. She actually has no friends in the big performance department and our folk music club."

"Why?" Ming Shu thought of Li Hongmei for a moment.

Han Mingming was embarrassed, "Because she...is relatively untalented, and then...too hardworking."

Ming Shu was surprised, "Because of lack of talent and diligence, I was isolated by everyone?"

"I've never targeted her, it's not that I isolated her." Han Mingming immediately picked himself up, "It's her personality that doesn't match most of us, and she doesn't go together. Over time, it seems to be separated from the whole group. outer."

Ming Shu asked: "You just said that Sha Chun has no talent. How do you define this talent in your folk orchestra? I went to see your performance on Saturday night at the Jiangnan Theater."

Hearing that, Han Mingming pulled his hair down nervously, "Have you seen our performance..."

"Sha Chun, isn't she playing Guzheng?" Ming Shu said, "She was immersed in the performance, and she could see that she liked music and Guzheng, and she has several songs. I can't see that she has no talent."

Han Mingming showed a surprised expression, "You pay attention to her so much?"

"Professional habit only." Ming Shu said: "I didn't know she would be killed at that time. Director Han, you haven't explained your so-called ‘talent’."

Han Mingming was silent for half a minute, "Sha Chun's comprehension is not very good, but in general, he has no aura. In art, he can't go far without aura. Sha Chun has almost no original things, and his learning is relatively slow. After she entered the group, she almost followed others and imitated others. Yes, in fact, I can see that she really likes the guzheng and other national instruments. But only likes are not enough, her talent is not enough to support her This like."

Ming Shu touched his chin with his thumb and did not agree with Han Mingming's words.

If a person's talent can't support his liking, should she give up?

Whether you like it or not is determined by talent?

This is too superficial and too utilitarian.

"On Saturday's performance, she did a lot of songs, but do you know why?" Han Mingming said, "Sha Chun asked for it. She did it not because she was great, but because she practiced, and other people No practice. It’s just a rehearsal. The staff is not actually the staff at the official performance. If Sha Chun doesn’t have an accident, she will have to give some of the songs to someone else when the official performance comes."

Ming Shu interrupted, "Who is it? Who else is playing the guzheng in the orchestra?"

Han Mingming froze for a moment, and said nervously, "Do you think they are related to the murder of Sha Chun?"

Ming Shu did not answer directly, "I must have a preliminary understanding of everyone in your orchestra."

Han Mingming said the names of six people, and the recorder wrote them down one by one.

Ming Shu again said: "The talent has already been said, but what about diligence? For example, how hard is Sha Chun?"

Han Mingming thought for a while, "She often took the initiative to work overtime. Everyone practiced a new piece of music together. She was always the last one to go, and sometimes asked us to stay and practice with her. To be honest, this is quite offensive. For most As far as people are concerned, work is just work, not a dream. Occasionally, it’s okay to delay personal time due to work. No one can bear it in the long run."

"She won't force you to practice together?" Ming Shu said.

"That's not true, she doesn't have this right, but..." Han Mingming paused, "But the leader above, why did Sha Chun work overtime alone? What about the others? She did this, in fact, to put everyone on the ground. Roast on the fire. It's like a single doctor devotes all his time to work, and other doctors can’t do it, and other doctors are kidnapped by morals. It’s really unfair.”

Mingshu could see that Han Mingming had already brought on a very obvious personal emotion.

After Han Mingming finished speaking, he realized that he was overly talking, and explained to himself: "This is the opinion of many of us, not what I meant by myself."

Ming Shu nodded and asked, "In the folk music club, is Sha Chun the only member with insufficient talent?"

Han Mingming said, "That's not the case."

Mingshu's eyes are very meaningful.

Han Mingming understood, and eagerly said: "In fact, there are few talented people. As long as those who are not talented are not so protruding, it's okay. Sha Chun's problem is that she has no talents, but she continues to use diligence and hard work to get her eyeballs. , Don’t want to be as peaceful as someone like her..."

"I understand." Ming Shu said: "People with insufficient talents should be content to be mediocre and don't work hard or fight for it, right? Once they work hard, they will become aliens in the eyes of others, right?"

Han Mingming's mouth was half open, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

In the conference room, the team members are discussing the known clues. Ming Shu recovered and was about to speak when he saw Xing Mu running in.

"Leader, the autopsy report is out."