Crime scene
My name is Peng Guoming, a criminal police officer. The moment my cell phone *** rang, I knew that another murder had occurred.
Half an hour later, I arrived at the crime scene in an old Poussin. I was impatient to hold an umbrella, and the night rain hit my face. The clammy chill penetrated into my bones, and my mood became even worse.
"Captain, you're finally here." Policewoman Lu Tianqing ran toward me, holding an umbrella in one hand and a record book in the other, and chirped in my ear.
"The deceased fell off the residential building at 1:33 in the morning. The reporter said that when they pressed the password in front of the unit door, they heard a loud "bang" and glanced at their watch.
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"The deceased's name is Zhou Lan, 27 years old. The police are contacting her family and landlord. According to the reporter, they saw the deceased taking different men home many times and suspected that she was engaged in a special industry..."
I looked at the body on the ground. The woman only wore A bright red suspender nightgown was lying on the ground in the shape of a "big" character. Her chestnut wavy hair was soaked by the rain, and the dark red blood stuck them to the concrete floor in bunches, covering them up. Her facial features were stunned.
"Captain, where are you looking?" Lu Tianqing's cheeks turned red. I glanced at her strangely and said calmly: "She's not wearing any clothes." "
"Captain!" Lu Tianqing stomped away.
I stood up and looked around, but didn't find the deceased's shoes, so I took out my pen and brushed away the messy hair from the deceased's face. .
The deceased had a cracked skull, bleeding from his mouth and nose, and a pair of big eyes. He looked very scary, but he could vaguely tell that he must have been a beauty when he was alive.
I looked up. Looking towards the brightly lit unit door not far away, I accidentally saw a man in his early thirties standing outside the cordon.
The man was holding a bright red umbrella, standing on tiptoe and squinting. My eyes looked towards the direction of the woman's body, with a faint expression of nervousness.
"Come here!" I pointed at him and shouted, throwing down the umbrella and running away. I calmly stepped forward to pick up the umbrella, but he was already thrown into the flower bed by the police.
I motioned to the police to handcuff him, and then I walked towards the door of the unit, which was built in 2005. A mid-range community with electronic access control and cameras in the elevator. The deceased lived in a small one-bedroom unit on the 12th floor. I went to the back stairs to look at it, and then turned back to the door of the deceased's house. A cold, moist wind blew in my face. Come.
The door is facing a walkway that leads directly to the balcony. A piece of the balcony's floor-to-ceiling glass window is broken. The place where the deceased's body should be is right below the floor-to-ceiling glass window.
Lu Tianqing left. He came to me and said, "Captain, the facts of the case are very clear. Zhou Lan was involved in a transaction with the murderer, and for some reason they got into a quarrel." In a rage, the murderer grabbed Zhou Lan's head and hit it against the glass window. Unexpectedly, he used too much force and the glass broke. Zhou Lan fell downstairs and died. "
She paused and sighed in a low voice: "It's also a coincidence that the pieces on the side are all tempered glass, but this one was replaced by the landlord. "She sighed," Thinking about it on the other hand, the body fell so far from the window, one can imagine how hard the murderer used it. If this piece of glass was also tempered glass, Zhou Lan's head would have been smashed. "As soon as she finished speaking, the policeman ran over panting holding a video tape. He said happily: "Captain Peng, Officer Lu, found the surveillance video of the elevator. Just as Officer Lu said, at 12:38 pm, Zhou Lan got into the elevator with a man and behaved intimately. At 1:25 in the morning, the man went downstairs alone, looking very nervous..."
"Is it 1:25, not 1:35?" Lu Tianqing asked urgently.
"Yes. "The policeman nodded affirmatively," He was holding a red umbrella, which was very eye-catching. "
Lu Tianqing's eyes fell on the red umbrella in my hand, and he muttered: "After he took the elevator downstairs, he might take the stairs and come back, right?" I didn't say anything. He inserted his umbrella into the willow vase by the door and took a few steps back to admire the vase.
I reluctantly know that a bottle with this shape is called a "willow leaf bottle". I can't name it any more. But I can tell that the bottle is brightly colored and well-made, with a fiery red phoenix painted on the white porcelain bottle. After the umbrella is inserted into the mouth of the bottle, the two have a strange harmony, as if the bottle should be used as an umbrella stand.
I frowned slightly and looked around. The living room is messily stacked with various daily items, as well as a lot of porcelain that I can't name. It is messy but elegant.
The chairs and coffee table in the living room showed signs of movement, as if a fight had occurred, and two slippers were scattered in the corner of the living room.
I walked into the bedroom and what I saw was a messy bed. The smell of love lingered in the air. The black thong was curled up into a ball and fell at the foot of the bed. I used a pen to open the drawer of the bedside table. There were several boxes of condoms of different brands and models neatly arranged inside.
I turned around and looked at the bedside table on the other side. The ID card on the dresser caught my attention. I looked carefully at the photo on the ID card and exclaimed: "The deceased is not Zhou Lan!"?
The Enchanted Woman
All the information in the deceased's room showed that her name was Zhou Lan. But when I saw the mugshot on Zhou Lan's ID card, I found that she did have some resemblance to the deceased, but they were by no means the same person.
Sure enough, after dawn, the police followed the ID number and found Zhou Lan, who was thousands of miles away. According to her recollection, eight or nine years ago, she lost her ID card while working in Shanhai. She returned to her hometown to apply for a new ID card, got married and had children, and never returned to Shanhai.
"Captain, at first I thought she didn't look like the photo on her ID card. Is it because she had plastic surgery?" Lu Tianqing said to me.
Her words woke me up. I strode outside the door and asked the man holding the red umbrella earlier with a cold face: "The Mina you mentioned, what is her real name? You and I What's her relationship?"
The man's name was Xie Yi. He scratched his neck and yelled: "My name is Mina. We are friends. I really didn't kill her. She voluntarily went to bed with me. If anything happened, I went to buy condoms before..."
"How long have you known each other?" I asked.
Xie Yi lowered his head and replied: "I just... met tonight." He explained eagerly, "But I have known her for a long time. She often goes to bars to catch men. Her figure Okay, she looks beautiful..."
Lu Tianqing asked: "Did you fail to agree on the price afterwards, so you killed her in anger?"
"No, of course not. She doesn't charge money, and sometimes she pays carriage fees in return."
Lu Tianqing opened her mouth wide with a look of disbelief, but I was not surprised. The shape of the corpse and the appearance of the room The furnishings fully showed that she was not short of money and did not look like a woman in the flesh business. At least she would not solicit customers casually in the bar.
Seeing that we were silent, Xie Yi explained anxiously: "What I told is the truth. You can send someone to the bar to ask and you will find out..."
"Okay." Lu Tianqing interrupted him, "Do you know what she does?"
"I heard that she is a bisexual writer, and some people say that she is Xiaomi who is kept by a big boss. Anyway, Everything." As Xie Yi was speaking, the policeman whispered in my ear that the red umbrella was luminous, so the security guard at the gate could clearly see him hurriedly walking out of the gate of the community at 1:28. , and turned back after seven or eight minutes.
I pointed to the red umbrella in the vase and asked Xie Yi: "Is the umbrella yours?"
"No." Xie Yi shook his head, "My umbrella is in the car." It was raining outside, and she asked me to hold the umbrella at the door..."
"That's right!" His eyes lit up, "She answered a phone call before asking me to go out to buy condoms, and said Maybe she wants to get rid of me..."
"Nonsense!" Lu Tianqing waved the evidence bag in front of Xie Yi, "There is no call record on the phone... ..."
"Not this phone.
"Xie Yichao? Yunye thumb meal fan? Wait? 椤?" She has two mobile phones, the other is an iPhone. I watched her answer the phone and saw the caller ID...but I didn't When I looked at the name clearly, I saw only three characters. "
I saw that he didn’t look like he was lying, so I ordered the police to conduct a comprehensive search to find the mobile phone. I went downstairs to find out the situation from the reporter. Soon, I They learned from their mouths that at least six unmarried men in the unit had had sexual relations with the deceased, and two married men had coveted the deceased, but she refused.
Until dawn, the police officers I still couldn't find the missing iPhone. I watched the surveillance video at the gate of the community and arranged for people to check the residents in the building, especially the eight men above.
Lu Tianqing stood next to me and bit her lip. Ask her: "What do you want to say?"
"Captain, this case is basically a secret room murder case, and the facts are very clear. But the private life of the deceased was extremely confusing. Even if we find traces of the murderer at the scene, it can only prove that he has been at the scene, not that he committed the murder. Also, even if we find the mobile phone, we don’t know who it was used for. The name was registered..."
I glanced at her and told her in a formulaic manner: "Go and investigate the financial source of the deceased, maybe you can find her true identity. "
"Yes!" She turned around and ran upstairs.
The forensic doctor initially determined that in addition to the scars left by falling from a high altitude, the deceased also had protective injuries on his hands and feet. He could not determine whether It was ***, or a rough ***.
I walked into the crime scene, stood in front of the deceased's bookshelf, and fixed my eyes on the spine of the novel "Physiological Needs". *There are two versions, Simplified Chinese and Traditional Chinese, all of which are unopened and should be written by the deceased.
"Captain, we found something!" The policeman walked out of the deceased's bedroom with several shoe boxes in his arms. p>
Lu Tianqing stared at the bundles of hundred-dollar bills in the shoebox and exclaimed: "There are more than one million here. The deceased couldn't be a bank robber, right?"?
Girl
Since the deceased had stored a large amount of cash at home, tracing the source of his income became a dead end. After the police confirmed that the deceased was not Zhou Lan, Lu Tianqing took the deceased's photo and compared it with the national wanted list. Nothing was found, and there were no clues in the missing persons database.
The police investigated the social relationships of the deceased and excluded those men with solid alibi. There were still 21 men who had sexual relations with the deceased. The police force of the police station is limited and cannot investigate them at the same time.
Three days have passed, and the criminal investigation team is in a gloomy mood. Everyone hopes that the media will cooperate with the investigation report, but everyone who called and claimed to know the deceased said in unison. She said she was Zhou Lan.
Amidst the commotion, I took the time to finish reading the novel "Physiological Needs". The novel tells the story of a girl who got out of her life as a prostitute and got a fortune unexpectedly. After that, she dealt with different men. In the middle, I died of a sexually transmitted disease in the Mood for Love
Perhaps in the eyes of most people, this is just a novel, but when I finished reading this novel, my mood was like the winter rain outside the window. , wet and cold. The police's responsibility is to find out the truth and bring justice to the dead, but the world is never black and white. Many times, the truth does not equal justice. How should I choose this time?
"Captain, the confession of the 17th suspect. "Lu Tianqing's voice was hoarse and her eyes were bloodshot, "Captain, when she meets men, she always asks them if she is pretty, and at the same time puts on a charming look, or else she actively teases them. I don't think she is a sex addict. Just mentally abnormal. Although I say this unkindly, I really feel that she herself is partly responsible for her death. "
Really? She is partly responsible for her death?
These words finally made me make a decision.
I crushed the cigarette butt , ordered the police to go to the university to investigate the female student who suddenly dropped out of school eight or nine years ago. Judging from the environment at the scene, the deceased's family was well-off. One of her parents should be engaged in traditional cultural research, possibly related to porcelain, and her biological mother should have passed away.
Early the next morning, I was woken up again by a phone call and rushed to the police station.
On the way, the police reported to me on the phone that the deceased’s name was Wang Jingwen. Her mother passed away 9 years ago and her father remarried, so she chose to run away from home. His father's name is Wang Zhaohua, a professor of Chinese studies at the university, and his biological mother is a porcelain merchant.
I walked into the criminal investigation team and saw a fourteen-year-old girl sitting at the table with her head lowered from a distance. She was wearing a school uniform and had her hair cut short to the ears. She put her hands on her knees and crossed her fingers.
"Captain." Lu Tianqing walked up to me, pointed at the girl in the room and said, "She is Wang Jingya, the sister of the deceased. Her parents are not in Shanhai. She took the initiative to come to the Public Security Bureau to identify the body. She said she couldn't be late for school, so I called you."
I glanced at her displeased. I know, they all say behind my back that I am angry when I wake up.
Lu Tianqing reported with a smile: "Wang Jingya is nominally the step-sister of the deceased and has no blood relationship, but according to neighbors, they are half-sisters. It is said that Wang Jingwen's biological mother was involved in a car accident. It was because she learned that her husband had an illegitimate daughter outside. It was for this reason that Wang Jingwen moved out to live alone. I guess the cash in her family was either left by her biological mother or given to her by her father. "
I suddenly asked: "How old is Wang Jingya's biological mother this year?" Lu Tianqing was stunned for a moment and said: "Look at the photo, she looks in her early 30s. Captain, does her age have something to do with the case?"
I was noncommittal and pushed open the door to the conference room. Wang Jingya looked up at me, then lowered her eyelids. She took out a group photo from her schoolbag, pushed it in front of me, and said calmly: "This is her photo. It was taken when she came home on New Year's Eve this year. My parents were on a business trip, and I couldn't watch TV, so I didn't see your missing person notice. "
I looked at her carefully. There was a maturity in her expression that did not match her age. In just a few words, she had already explained the matter very clearly.
I lowered my head and looked at the photo. In the photo, Wang Jingya and her parents are hugging each other closely, while Wang Jingwen is sitting aside, looking more like an outsider. The photo was taken 11 months ago. My earlier guess was correct. Wang Jingwen had undergone micro plastic surgery during this period to make herself look more like Zhou Lan.
This behavior represents self-identity denial. I am almost 100% certain that my reasoning about the case is accurate.
Sure enough, when I said that because Wang Jingya was underage, her parents could only do the identification of the body, she shouted angrily: "She is shameless, 9 She has nothing to do with our family years ago! In these years, she has only come back once, to ask for money from her father..."
"Why do you say she is shameless?" I I asked, "How do you know she is shameless?"
Wang Jingya looked at me hatefully and said nothing. Seeing her excitement, I signaled Lu Tianqing to send her out, and then said to her: "Your father will fly home this evening, and we will go find him."
"Don't go looking for my father!" Wang Jingya raised her little face and shouted, "Take me to identify the body, I can recognize it."
I silently placed a psychiatrist's business card in front of her. She stared at me with wide eyes, and suddenly she grabbed the business card, tore it into pieces, and ran out without looking back.
I looked at her back and told myself that my decision was not wrong. 4. Outside the Law
I was sitting in my office smoking, with the interrogation transcripts of 21 suspects on my desk. I didn't need to open the document, as if I had already seen Wang Jingwen's eyes looking at them.
She wrote in "Physiological Needs": Fall has ignited the needs of the body, and the pleasure of the body is like a bottomless pit. I am the insatiable ***. I use my hard-earned money from selling my body to buy a fresher body. Only a man's strong body can satisfy me. I would like to drown in their breathing and rhythm.
Her "desire" was not a physiological need, it was a twisted psychological need! I became more and more irritable and pushed away the inquiry transcript.
But I didn’t expect that Wang Jingya would come to see me again. She was standing on the roadside under the office building, holding a red umbrella.
She said that Wang Jingwen had nothing to do with their family, that she could identify the body, and asked us not to look for her father.
"Last winter, the day after you turned fourteen, you looked for her..."
"No!" Wang Jingya screamed.
"In the past nine years, the only time she went home was for you, right?"
"No!" Wang Jingya denied hysterically. I pursed my lips and stared at her. Suddenly, she threw down her umbrella and asked me with a smile: "Do you have to break up our family? I will tell everyone that you pushed me." She raised the corners of her mouth, took a big step back, and then said A big step.
I didn’t expect that she would be so decisive, let alone that a child would be so attached to his family. With no time to think about it, I rushed over and hugged her. We rolled several times on the road. Amidst the braking sounds of cars, I could only feel the pain, not only the sting of my body, but also the shock of my soul.
"Get two policewomen to watch her!" I shouted at the police who came after hearing the sound, "Go to Wang's house now, go to Wang's house and wait for her father!"
An hour later, Lu Tianqing and others rushed to Wang Zhaohua’s villa in the suburbs. I sat on the sofa in the living room without saying a word. Wang Jingya, protected by two female police officers, sat on the edge.
When Wang Zhaohua pushed the door open, I showed my police officer ID and asked directly: "Mr. Wang, where is your mobile phone?"
"What?" Wang Zhaohua's eyes fell on On Wang Jingya. I felt sick in my heart, and I suppressed my anger and repeated: "Where is your mobile phone?"
"Did you find my old phone? I went abroad a few days ago and lost it at the airport. Mobile phone, this is a new mobile phone." He took out the mobile phone from his pocket. I didn't take his cell phone, I just asked him: "Have you met your daughter before going abroad? Your eldest daughter Wang Jingwen."
Wang Zhaohua was stunned, and his eyes fell on Wang Jingya again. I knew what he was afraid of, and I wanted to go up and punch him. Seeing him shaking his head, I asked, "Do you know Wang Jingwen's mobile phone number?"
"I..." Wang Zhaohua looked at Wang Jingya again. I was impatient to wait, so I took out my mobile phone and pressed Wang Jingwen’s mobile phone number.
A crisp cellphone sound came from Wang Zhaohua’s suitcase.
"Why is Wang Jingwen's cell phone in your box?" I looked at him.
Lu Tianqing stepped forward and grabbed Wang Zhaohua's wrist. Wang Jingya cried "Wow": "No, it's impossible! I listened to you and never went to find her again..." She broke down in tears and spoke vaguely, "I shouldn't have gone to find her." ...I'm different from her...I won't become like her, I don't want to be without a home..." I silently walked to Wang Zhaohua's box and walked in from the next door. Turn around the corner of the layer to find the iPhone. I saw the "Headphones" status on the screen, pressed Cancel without leaving a trace, and turned around to question Wang Zhaohua: "You said you have never met Wang Jingwen, but her mobile phone is in your suitcase, and it has the record of your visit on December 11." The call records at around one o'clock in the morning on the same day..."
"I was wronged!" Wang Zhaohua still looked confused, "I did go to her house three days ago, but It was daytime, she asked me to come over..."
"Be honest!" Lu Tianqing took out handcuffs and cuffed his hands, "In the middle of the night, you went to see Wang Jingwen and saw her You were fooling around with a man and you pushed her downstairs in anger, right?"
"No, no!"
"Someone saw you calling her, you He said no!" Lu Tianqing pinned him down on the back of the sofa, "I checked, you took the flight out of Shanhai on the morning of the 11th. You rushed to the airport at the right time after killing everyone!"
"No, I don't know what you are talking about!" Wang Zhaohua denied it strongly. Lu Tianqing escorted him into the police car.
I looked back and saw Wang Jingya sitting on the sofa, her face full of confusion and she had forgotten to cry.
I motioned to the police to take her out and quietly left a psychiatrist’s business card on the table.
Two hours later, Lu Tianqing walked into my office excitedly, handed over the case file, and said angrily: "Wang Zhaohua still doesn't admit that he killed Wang Jingwen, but we not only have the deceased's mobile phone, His fingerprints were also found in the deceased's house and on the back stairs, so he couldn't tolerate his denial. The couple who reported the crime also said that when they looked at the body, they were not sure if anyone had left in the chaos... "
I let Lu Tianqing chatter in my ears. Of course Wang Zhaohua would not admit to murder, because he was not the murderer, Wang Jingwen committed suicide!
She carefully laid a trap. She first inquired about Wang Zhaohua's itinerary, asked him to meet, then deliberately took away his mobile phone, and then He stuffed his cell phone into the compartment of his suitcase and turned on the automatic answering mode of his headphones.
Wang Jingwen took Xie Yi home to pretend to answer the phone in front of him, deliberately letting him see the words "Wang Zhaohua", and preparing a very eye-catching red umbrella for him.
Unfortunately, Xie Yi did not see the name on the phone clearly, which made the case confusing.
Lu Tianqing regarded the call records on the mobile phone as key evidence. In fact, it was after Xie Yi came downstairs that Wang Jingwen used Wang Zhaohua's mobile phone to answer her own call, and then the call records were left. Before she rushed out of the floor-to-ceiling glass window and pretended to be pushed downstairs, she must have smashed Wang Zhaohua's mobile phone and flushed it into the toilet.
"Captain, how could you suspect Wang Zhaohua?"
I perfunctoryly said to her: "It's very simple, those 21 suspects are not sincere to her, how could they fall in love with her?" What about hate?"
"Yes, but..." Lu Tianqing frowned, "Just now at the Wang family, Wang Zhaohua seemed to be afraid of what Wang Jingya would say..."
"You think too much." I interrupted Lu Tianqing. In fact, when I first saw the body, I already suspected that this was a case of suicide disguised as homicide. After all, who would wear only a sexy pajamas to meet guests on such a cold winter night?
When I saw that the door of the deceased's house had a passage facing the balcony glass, I was almost certain that the deceased used this passage to run, smashed open the glass window, and pretended to commit suicide.
I signed my name in the lower right corner of the file Lu Tianqing handed over. No one will ever know that Wang Jingwen used her own life to frame her biological father, Wang Zhaohua, and that I was her accomplice.
Epilogue
The police notified Wang Zhaohua’s wife to go to the Public Security Bureau, but did not tell her what happened. Neither her husband nor her daughter could get through on their cell phones, so she hurriedly drove to the police station.
But when she opened the car door, a white envelope fell at her feet. She hurriedly pulled out the letter paper, and a few lines of beautiful handwriting fell into her eyes.
Auntie:
When I knew that you followed him at the age of 14, I no longer hate you, because you are a victim just like me.
I didn’t run away from home because he couldn’t wait to marry you before my mother’s body was cold. Mom ran out of the road and died on the spot, not because she knew about you and Jingya's existence.
There is only one reason for everything. He, my biological father, murdered me on my 14th birthday.
Ten months ago, when Jingya suddenly appeared in front of me, when she told me that she was 14 years old, I knew that my nightmare was happening to her again.
On New Year's Eve, I went home with poison. I planned to end this filth forever, but I didn't have the courage to kill.
Auntie, Jingya and I are both sick. I tried hard to pretend that I was another person, but I couldn't forget the nightmare of 14 years old. In the end, I became a *** who could do anything for everyone.
Jingya is also sick. Her attachment to her "father" makes her think everything is normal. She knew it was wrong, but she worked hard to maintain the so-called "family" and was willing to be threatened by him, just for the term "father".
I was hopeless, so I took him away and took away the source of the filth.
You must remember to take Jingya to see a doctor and don’t let her follow in my footsteps.
Wang Jingwen’s final works