S province border, Tongshan.
Yan Yan got off the bus late at night and slept in a bed in the duty room of the county public security bureau. When dawn broke the next day, Gou Li, the chief forensic doctor, finally arrived with the technical team. As soon as it was dawn, a few people yawned and beat their spirits, and followed the only Santana police car in the police station swaying up the mountain.
Qi Sihao's frenzied brain may have been awakened by the freezing cold in the mountains, and he repeatedly said that he could stay at the local police station and wait for them to come down the mountain to meet. Although Gou Li didn't understand why the captain of the Qi branch of Gongzhou appeared here, he was very envious that Qi Sihao could stay at the foot of the mountain to make a fire, and he could not wait to exchange with the other party.
"I have such a thick layer of fat all over my body. I have been raising and serving them deliciously throughout the spring, summer and autumn, and in the end, they rewarded me like this! I hate less when I get fat!" The blanket shrunk in the car: "Old Yan!"
Yan Yan sat smoking by the open car door: "Why?"
"It's really not cold for you to wear this?!"
Yan Yan was wearing a police scarf uniformly distributed by the Public Security Bureau. The fabric of the dark gray slim-fit trench coat was very valuable at first sight. The elegant tailoring outlined the outline of a sturdy body. It's big, so the cold resistance index is different."
Gou Li: "..."
Outside the car window is the steep and precipitous winter jungle. The on-site technical team, local police, forest police and more than a dozen police dogs scattered in a hurry, and went deep into the mountain road in all directions to search.
"I've always had a question," Gou used his butt to move closer and gestured to the distance: "You said that our country is so big, and there are so many high-risk unstable floating populations like Teng Wenyan; if a criminal kills someone , if the body is thrown into the remote mountain and old forest, as long as no one confesses it for ten or eight years, will it never be found?"
Yan Yan glanced at him strangely: "How come?"
Gou Li returned an innocent stare.
"No matter how unstable the floating population is, there will always be social connections. As long as there are traces left, someone will surely find out if they are missing. Besides, if the corpse is thrown away, ordinary people in the remote mountains and forests in the true sense cannot go there at all, and the means of transportation and manpower are limited. Objective conditions such as corpse corruption and corpse corruption will form all-round restrictive factors." Yan Yan held the cigarette between his fingers and pointed to the dense forest where the dogs barked in the distance: "Even if a criminal group with money, people and firepower like a drug trafficking organization, , it is absolutely impossible to throw the corpse without a trace. Look at the place where we are now, although it is indeed relatively biased, it cannot be regarded as a primitive jungle at all."
Gouli hummed thoughtfully.
"The rut marks of the off-road convoy, the great damage to the trees on the ground, and the sightings of the local residents... The more corpses are thrown into the mountains and forests, the more traceable clues are left." Yan Yan threw the cigarette butt under his feet and followed his feet. Runxi: "There is no crime without a trace. It only depends on the level of investment in the police force and the stage of the development of criminal investigation technology."
As if to confirm his words, the car's walkie-talkie suddenly rattled, and the two turned their heads at the same time.
"Attention to all groups, attention to all groups!" The voice of the on-site trace inspector came from the channel: "A large-scale man-made destruction of vegetation was found in the search area of No. 012 at 600 meters from three o'clock. Repeat, search area No. 012. The situation is found at a distance of 600 meters at three o'clock, please keep up! Finished."
Yan Yan and Gou Li looked at each other and copied the phone: "Understood, I'll keep up!"
·
The morning haze between the trees slowly dissipated, and the sky finally passed through the treetops, illuminating the gray forest hills. The police car was parked under the hillside not far away, and several local policemen surrounded the middle of the open space with shovels, struggling to excavate the soil covered with half-rotted leaves.
"Yes, yes!" I don't know who suddenly called out: "Where's the forensic doctor, call Director Gou over here!"
A corner of the fabric was faintly exposed in the pit, the shovel stopped immediately, and Gou Li rushed over with two trainee forensic doctors. At this time, he didn't care about the cold anymore. He took the shovel and squatted in the pit, and slowly digged out the hard objects under the floating soil. After a few shovels, a skeletonized hand suddenly appeared in everyone's sight. middle.
"Be careful! Lift it out gently!"
"one two Three!"
After the grievance of not seeing the sun for three whole years, the two corpses were finally pulled out one after another and exposed in broad daylight.
I don't know if it was like this in life or deliberately after death, Teng Wenyan and Wang Rui lay flat on the plastic sheet hand in hand, their bodies covered with mud, their hollow skeletons staring directly at the gloomy sky. The clothes they were wearing had been damaged beyond recognition. Only Wang Rui's shirt could barely be seen to be blue. Teng Wenyan was wearing a round-neck dress of an indistinguishable color, and on his feet were rotten and tattered sneakers.
After the criminal camera had finished taking pictures, Gou Li asked people to lay out a survey board, and asked all non-technical personnel to stand far away from the pit and not come in. Then they put on a new pair of gloves and took the forensic case brought by the assistant. Squatted beside Wang Rui's body and checked for a moment.
"The victim's head was beaten, and the occipital part of the corpse's skull has both concentric circles and radioactive fracture lines, which are typical features of concave comminuted fractures. The center point of the concentric circles is very clear, and there is no staggered truncation between the radiation rays, and they extend all the way at the same time. To the top of the head; therefore, it is preliminarily concluded that the murder weapon should be a stone or metal blunt weapon, and there is only one blow."
Gou Li signaled his assistant forensic doctor to help him turn the body over, and after a while, he raised his head and said, "Although there were also fractures of the spinous processes of the C6 to T1 vertebral bodies, it should have been caused by the victim falling on his back when he was pushed into the pit, and the direct cause of death was the skull. Brain Injury."
While he was doing the inspection, the assistant quickly recorded. There were so many people at the autopsy site, but no one moved or spoke except for the birds in the forest.
"The murderer's attitude towards the victim was quite rude. After hitting the skull, he immediately pushed it into the pit. Either he was very confident that the victim was killed on the spot, or he didn't care about the possibility of being buried alive." Gou Li stood up and exhaled: "All in all, it is a Killed, the murderer is cruel and cold-blooded and has great arm strength. Judging from the length of the feet and the length of the shin bone, the victim was 1.723 meters tall when he was alive, and then the height of the murderer should be calculated from the angle of the blow... um... "
"Less than 1.85 meters, about 80 kilograms, he is a rare person with both hands." Yan Yan said lightly.
Gou Li said "Huh?" "How do you know?"
Yan Yan's eyes were gloomy and he didn't answer.
Not only did he know, but he also dealt with the perpetrator three times.
Seeing that he didn't want to say anything, Gou Li shrugged and stopped asking. He walked to Teng Wenyan's corpse and knelt down halfway. He first sampled and preserved some of the soil and fabric attached to the corpse, and suddenly let out a small murmur.
"What's wrong?"
“… very clean, too clean.”
The local police at the scene did not understand, and they all showed confusion.
"The skull is intact, and the possibility of being hit is ruled out; the hyoid bone and thyroid cartilage are intact, and it is not strangled. The ribs, long bones, pelvic bones... and even the spinous process bones are not significantly damaged." Gou Li looked at Teng Wenyan's body and said suspiciously: "She was not roughly pushed down the pit like the male victims, but was carefully transported to the bottom of the pit and gently laid flat on the ground."
The assistant couldn't help but ask, "What was the cause of death?"
Gou used pliers to carefully remove the attachment, and gestured to the brow of the corpse: "Here."
The assistant was stunned - the round hole was clearly a bullet hole.
"The way the murderer kills the female victim, and the way he handles the body is completely different from the way he treats the male victim, all show a clear emotional connection." Gou Li shook his head and said, "It's really weird, probably the weirdest mentality I've ever seen. The murderer is in the top three."
It's not weird at all, Yan Yan thought to himself, but there was no emotion on his face.
For K of Spades, the executed male figure projected himself—the one he hated, regretted, and hoped to eliminate, and the executioner was Jiang Ting's stand-in in his youth.
He carefully selected beautiful and outstanding girls to perform dramas that filled his heart, and it was normal for him to have an emotional connection with the actor who played Jiang Ting, even for a failed stand-in like Teng Wenyan.
But the most crucial question has not been answered: why did you choose Teng Wenyan
At what point does this shampoo girl with only elementary school culture overlap with the image of Jiang Ting in the heart of Spades K
"How about Lao Yan?" Gou Li raised his voice and asked, "What do you say now?"
Yan Yan came back to his senses: "Do you have any clues around with the trace inspection, preferably the bullet casings left at the bottom of the pit, I'll go back to the car and call the bureau to report."
Gou Li waved his hand.
·
Maybe there were a lot of calls with Bureau Lu during this time. Recently, the contacts pulled down are all the extension numbers of the director's office. Yan Yan didn't think much about it. This task was handed down by Director Lu personally. Now it's nothing to report to him directly. He just dialed it out. Who would have guessed that it was transferred to the voicemail after the long blind tone.
"?" Yan Yan thought for a while, then turned to the secretariat and asked, "Is Zhang Mi there?"
Zhang Mi is the first secretary of Lu Bureau. For some reason, the on-duty staff who answered the phone sounded a little nervous and said, "Zhang Mi... Zhang Mi has something to do."
"What about Bureau Lu?"
"Officer Lu didn't come today."
-not coming
Yan Yan was a little stunned and asked, "Officer Lu went out for a meeting? When are you going back to the office?"
"No, I don't know." The other end of the phone stammered for a while, and then asked, "Do you have to tell me immediately if there is something important for Team Yan?"
In fact, it was common for Director Lu to go out to a meeting with a secretary, but for some reason, a certain nerve in Yan Yan's mind moved slightly, and an inexplicable panic gradually spread up.
"...No, it's nothing." He coughed and said, "I'll call you later."
The operator on the other side hung up immediately.
Yan Xun sat alone in the car for a while, rubbing the phone repeatedly, feeling a little uneasy. Gou Li and the others can be seen busy around the pit through the car window. The police dog is being dragged by the police to whirring, and no one has noticed it for the time being.
After hesitating for a moment, he sent a WeChat message to Jiang Ting:
【are you awake? what did you eat? 】
A few minutes passed, but Jiang Ting didn't hear back.
"Old Yan! There is a discovery!" Gou Li stood up and waved to the police car from a distance.
Yan Yan looked at the time, it was less than nine o'clock in the morning, maybe Jiang Ting hadn't woken up yet.
He exhaled, deleted the WeChat message just now, put the phone back in his pocket, and got out of the car door.
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"Mineral water bottle." Gou Li stood on the bottom of the pit and held up an empty plastic bottle that was covered in dirt and turned yellow, with his stomach on his hips and his forehead on his forehead. He shook it at Yan Yun: " Sure enough! The 'signature' of a repeat murderer may be late, but it won't be late—alas!"
Although he sighed, the local police did not know the details of the June 19 serial kidnapping case, and they were very surprised when they looked at the empty water bottle. Gou Li didn't explain much, put the plastic bottle in the evidence bag and signaled to the assistant to save it, and continued: "There is no warhead, no bullet casing, the forest weather and humidity have caused great damage to the scene, and no footprints and creatures with identification value have been found. The materials are checked. There is no way to do it. Come and help me lift the bones up. Let’s do further autopsy when we go down the mountain.”
The local police station responded quickly, and several people went down. Yan Yan took off his jacket and tugged up his cuffs. He also put on gloves and shoe covers to go down the pit. He instructed the police to hold the corners of the plastic sheet and try to lift Teng Wenyan's corpse as flat as possible.
clap la la-
As soon as the plastic sheet moved, the dust and sand rustled down, Yan Yan's eyes fell unconsciously on the clothes on the surface of the corpse, and suddenly he was stunned: "Wait."
The police didn't hear him and kept walking.
"Wait! Stop!" Yan Yan shouted, "Put her down!"
Everyone turned their heads one after another. The police were taken aback and at a loss, they put the plastic sheet back on the ground.
Gou Li came over and said, "What's the matter with you, Lao Yan?—Hey! What are you doing!"
Yan Yan was about to turn over the corpse when he got started, but Gou Li pulled him away and almost slapped him head-on: "You're going to die! What do you want!"
"Turn her over for me, quick!"
Gou Li was completely unaware of the reason, but seeing Yan Yan's grim brows, he immediately asked the assistant forensic doctor to come over and carefully turn over the broken bones, exposing his back.
When Yan Yan got back to the car and called on the phone, Gou Li had already glanced at the back of the corpse. After cleaning the floating soil on the surface, only the dry and condensed mud remained. Therefore, after the corpse was turned over, the back of the clothes was exposed to the public. , and Yan Yan's eyes suddenly tightened—
Teng Wenyan was wearing a two-piece dress. The top was light-colored with round neck and short sleeves. The fabric on the back was printed with a light red pattern that was almost indistinguishable.
—It was a semicircle covering the horizontal line, and a few red lines radiated faintly outside the semicircle.
Even to the most associative adults, this is just a child's sketch of the rising sun. However, at the same time as his eyes touched, Yan Yan suddenly closed his eyes, and another identical undershirt appeared in his mind - the bloody children's blood clothes left at the scene after Ajie sniped at the 502 anti-drug scene.
The clothes Jiang Zing wore in the orphanage.
"What's wrong with you, old Yan, have you found out?"
Yan Yan's chest rose and fell slightly and rapidly under his shirt. He waved his hand to indicate that he was fine, took a few pictures of the corpse, and then walked up to the pit without saying a word. Gou Li was quite worried, so he chased after him and asked loudly, "Are you alright, hello!"
"I'm going to make a call to confirm." Yan Yan said hoarsely, "You guys are busy first."
The buzzing doubts and discussions quickly faded away, and Yan Yan's brain was chaotic. He hurried to the police car in the distance and took out his mobile phone. Almost reflexively, he dialed Jiang Ting's number—
Did you know that Teng Wenyan was born in the same orphanage as you
The place where you were kidnapped with the King of Spades, the information about the orphanage, how much can you recall after so many years
Countless questions turned into sharp knives tearing at the sulcus in the brain, but the phone screen just showed the dial, and before the dial tone sounded, Yan Xun was suddenly woken up by the throbbing pain in the forehead, and suddenly pressed down and hung up.
The air seemed to freeze, and it took a long time for the noise and footsteps of the crowd to penetrate, gradually coming from the distant scene.
Yan Yan lowered his sharp eyes, his eyes were cold, staring at himself reflected on the surface of the phone screen.
After a while, his Adam's apple twitched, he turned on his phone again, and called out Ma Xiang from the WeChat list:
"Help me check if there was an orphanage near Tongshan, S province twenty years ago," Yan Yan pressed the voice message button and said in a low voice, "Send me the detailed address after you find it."
·
The bones of the victims who had been wronged for three years were carried out of the pit, wrapped up, and ready to be loaded down the mountain by trucks, and went to a nearby county funeral home for further detailed autopsy. Gou Li took the trouble to instruct the new trainee forensic doctor to maintain a balanced strength and move as carefully as possible, then covered the bones in the back of the car with a white cloth, recited two sentences of Amitabha, and slammed the door of the car.
The assistant rushed over: "Goutou, your phone is ringing!"
"How many times have you said it before adding your voice!" Gou Li took off his gloves and answered the phone, "Hello, Bureau Wei?"
The call signal in this place is very general, and the background on the opposite side is very noisy. Gou Li walked around the open space for a few steps, only to hear Deputy Bureau Wei asking in a deep voice from the mobile phone: "Are you alone? Yan Yan is not with you. ?"
Gou Li looked forward on tiptoe, and saw Yan Yan standing more than ten meters away, his eyebrows knitted and his head lowered, not knowing who he was texting with.
"He's on the side, I'll go call him?" Gou Li casually raised his feet and walked over there, but the voice in the phone stopped him as soon as he finished speaking: "Don't, stop!"
"What?"
Deputy Director Wei took a deep breath before he stabilized his unusually sharp tone:
"You remember it for me. You are not allowed to tell Yan Yan a word of what I say next. Don't let him know anything before returning to the city bureau."
"I'm in the hospital now, and something happened to Bureau Lu."
Gou Li's eyelids jumped instantly!
"Officer Lu was attacked near Yanxuan's residential area. Because the neighborhood was remote when the incident occurred, it was delayed until the early hours of this morning when the sanitation workers found out and called the police. All of us are now in the hospital and have just escaped danger."
"..." Gou Li's lips trembled as soon as he opened his mouth: "Who did it?!"
In the hospital corridor, Deputy Bureau Wei looked at the open door of the ward. Several experts from the Criminal Investigation Team of the Provincial Office and Yu Zhu from the Municipal Bureau were surrounded by the hospital bed, watching Bureau Lu slowly open his cloudy eyes. Couldn't hide the anxiety.
Ju Lu seemed to have aged more than ten years overnight, with an oxygen mask on his gray and swollen face, and every time he made a sound, he exhaled a burst of white breath: "... I saw his face, no... I'm definitely not mistaken... "
Before he finished speaking, a cough broke out in his chest, everyone screamed, and several experts turned pale: "Who is it? Who is it?!"
"Hu, hu, hu..." Lu Ju gasped and said barely hoarse: "It's Gongzhou, the one who died of poisoning in Gongzhou—"
"That Jiang Ding."
Time stopped abruptly, and the hands quickly retreated back to ten hours ago—
The world is constantly rustling, and the remote back alley is invisible in the rainy night. Vehicles passed by on the street in the distance, the blurred lights flickered, and the shining puddles were instantly trampled to pieces.
The hem of Jiang Ting's black coat rose with his footsteps, and his icy and white face was hidden under the black umbrella.
The folding knife he always carried with him was thrown by the trash can, the blade fell to the ground, a trace of blood slowly melted with the dirty water, and gurgled to the sewer not far away.