At six o'clock in the morning, Lu Siyu was escorted by Song Wen to the hospital to re-bandage the wound, and then returned home after receiving a tetanus shot.
Later, Fu Linjiang also sent a message. After the girl woke up, she told him what happened last night. After rescuing the patient yesterday, she got off work a little later. On the way back, she met the murderer. , all in line with Lu Siyu.
The murderer was wearing security clothes, first controlled her, and then knocked her unconscious. She was awakened during the murder, and felt that the man was strangling her neck, unable to breathe, and passed out in a coma, etc. She opened her eyes again and saw Song Wen and other policemen...
Zhuang Yi finally settled down and studied how to tell the media and the public how to make the transition natural, let people ignore their previous reasoning mistakes, and maintain the image of an expert.
Today, this case has finally seen the dawn of detection.
This day was busy until seven o'clock in the morning. When others went to work, they came home. After hanging out for half the night, their clothes were already dried by the heat of their body temperature.
As soon as he entered the villa, Lu Siyu collapsed on the sofa without changing his clothes. The logical reasoning seemed to be just a matter of opening his mouth, but it was actually the most exhausting. He felt a little exhausted, his mind stopped spinning, and his stomach was empty. Yes, let him have no strength at all.
Song Wen couldn't stand it anymore, so he went over and pulled him up: "Go take a shower, be careful not to get the wound wet, then change clothes and come out, eat something, and go to bed before going to bed."
Lu Siyu felt that he couldn't open his eyes, and waved his hand: "The clothes are already dry, you let me lie down for a while."
The morning sun shines in, and the room is bright, completely missing the haze of last night. Those bad moods also lingered with the progress of the case. But Song Wen knew that it was just a rest time, and a new round of games with the murderer would begin soon.
Song Wen looked at Lu Siyu's snow-white profile, his long eyelashes were closed, and he couldn't help him: "What about your cleanliness? What about obsessive-compulsive disorder? Can you sleep like this?"
Lu Siyu didn't open his eyes, and said with anger: "Near Zhu Zhechi..."
Song Wen was angrily laughed at him: "I'm not like this either, hurry up, or I'll help you."
Without waiting for Song Wen to reach out, Lu Siyu, who was lying dead in one sentence, suddenly opened his eyes. He remembered that when Song Wen put medicine on his leg yesterday, he suddenly turned red from the tip of his ear to his cheek, and hurried to the bathroom. .
Song Wen looked at it for a while, and muttered softly, "What are you... thinking about..."
Half an hour later, Lu Siyu got out of the shower and changed his clothes, and saw that a hearty breakfast had been placed on the dining table.
Hot soy milk, fried eggs and bacon, plus a hot porridge made of leftover rice from yesterday. Lu Siyu couldn't help but praise: "Song team, I can't see that you have become virtuous."
Song Wen took a shower quickly. He had waited for him for a long time, and replied, "Those who are close to the ink are dark."
Although his cooking skills are not as exquisite as Lu Siyu's, his breakfast is still above the edible level.
Lu Siyu hummed, sitting on the chair, Song Wen reached out and touched his forehead, which was a bit unexpected, the body temperature was very normal, but Song Wen's hand was warmer.
Lu Siyu blinked, looked up at Song Wen with a pair of beautiful eyes, and then grabbed his hand: "Don't be so nervous, I know it myself."
Song Wen snorted: "Last time you caught a cold after getting caught in the rain. Have you forgotten about the stomach bleeding in the middle of the night?"
Lu Siyu drank a spoonful of porridge, and his Adam's apple moved, which also caused the red mole on his neck to move: "That was an accident..." After a busy night, his last meal was the milk that Song Wen helped him buy, and he was already hungry. , drink the hot porridge, the whole person feels a lot more comfortable.
Then he picked up the soy milk, the temperature was neither cold nor hot, Lu Siyu took a sip and commented: "Well, not bad..."
Song Wendao: "I know, you like to add a spoonful and a half of sugar."
Too much is too sweet, less is too light, only a spoonful and a half of the ratio can increase the sweetness without covering up the mellow flavor of the soy milk.
Lu Siyu didn't expect Song Wen to notice this little habit of him, and said, "Thank you."
Song Wen looked at him: "Not only do I know this, I also know that you don't like coriander, celery, and bitter gourd. If it's meat, you'll make fat, but you'll pick them out. You like cooking. Put vinegar, if you put ginger, you must cut it into large pieces, and make scrambled eggs with tomatoes and sugar.
Lu Siyu said: "Song team really observed carefully, and will teach you to cook slowly in the future as a reward."
While eating breakfast, Song Wen thought to himself, I also know that you like to drink boiled water, at least eight glasses a day. When you cut your nails, you are used to starting from your little finger, because your thumb is always bald by your bite. If you make a typo, you will often choose to change a sheet of paper. If you are nervous, you will lick your lips. When you drink milk, you are like a baby. When it rains, your hands will be cold. If you are too tired, you will have stomach problems. , you will call your dog's name...
Song Wen didn't deliberately understand these things, but they were imprinted in his heart before he knew it. At this time, when he thought about it, his heart was warm, and even Lu Siyu's slight expression, he would know it was What's the meaning.
Seeing that he didn't speak for a while, Lu Siyu turned to look at him: "Song team, what are you thinking?"
Song Wen lowered his head: "Nothing."
The two hurriedly finished breakfast, Song Wen tidyed up the table and kitchen briefly, filled the dog food for the little wolf, turned around and said to Lu Siyu: "You take a break, go back to sleep, I'll go to the market. Check it out."
Lu Siyu was a little surprised: "You didn't sleep all night last night."
"Don't worry, I'm in good spirits." Song Wen said and put on his coat, "Now the media has probably got the news, and the clues from the physical evidence and forensics will come out soon, Gu Bureau, Zhuang Yi, and many others. I have to keep an eye on everything. Besides, Laotian or something, I have to go there later, and I can't slip away and sleep at home. "
Lu Siyu hummed. He also knew in his heart that when the case arrived here, it was the most critical time.
If there are new victims, or if something goes wrong, Gu Ju's black gauze cap may not be guaranteed.
They must use the fastest speed to catch this beast.
Although he really wanted to be by Song Wen's side, Lu Siyu was a little helpless now. If he didn't rest for a while, there might be problems with his body. Thinking of this, he stirred up the porridge in front of him: "Then I'll sleep, I'll go and meet you later."
Song Wen drove all the way to the city bureau. Just as he walked to the stairs, Zhu Xiao went downstairs and ran into him head-on. He greeted Song Wen and said, "Team Song... Abu, Captain Song, congratulations."
Song Wen stroked the handrail of the stairs for a moment: "What do you mean?"
Zhu Xiao looked around and said in a low voice, "Just now, I went to help Gu Bureau install a software on the computer, and then I saw a courier sent outside, after Gu Bureau opened it and put it on the table, it's you The appointment approval process. The provincial bureau has already approved it, probably waiting for a good day to announce it."
Song Wen didn't feel too happy when he heard the news. Instead, he had a bad premonition in his heart. He continued to ask Zhu Xiao: "What about Lu Siyu's share, have you seen it?"
Zhu Xiao was stunned: "Xiao Lu has only been here for half a year, do you want to be transferred?"
Song Wen waved his hand but didn't say straight: "It's the end of the internship period early, if it doesn't, forget it."
Zhu Xiaodao: "I took out the courier while watching Gu Bureau. There is only that piece of paper in total."
When Song Wen heard this, he understood it, thanked Zhu Xiao, and continued to walk upstairs.
Zhu Xiao responded and watched Song Wen go upstairs. His reaction to Song Wen was a bit strange. It stands to reason that anyone who heard about the promotion and salary increase would be happy, but why did he feel that Song Wen was so worried?
Song Wen walked all the way to the temporary office of the task force upstairs. There was no one here for a while. Song Wen sat at the desk and took out his mobile phone, opened the address book, his fingertips swiped, and then stopped in Songcheng After hesitating for a moment, Song Wen still locked the phone screen.
He was thinking in his heart that in this situation, it is not very good to ask the Advisory Bureau. Lu Siyu and his two appointments were submitted together, and they should be approved together. Even if they do not pass, there will be a letter of rejection. , Now there is only one share, and there is only one possibility, that is Lu Siyu's share, which was detained by Song Cheng.
The trouble should end it.
Song Wen thought for a while, as if there was no other way than asking Song Cheng, he pondered for a moment, then unlocked his phone and pressed Song Cheng's name.
The phone rang twice, the other party finally picked up, and Song Cheng's voice came over: "Hey, I'm Song Cheng, what can I do for you." His voice was flat and calm, as if he had received a call from a subordinate.
Song Wen called out, "Dad..."
Song Cheng was silent for a moment and said, "I thought that your son didn't keep my phone number."
Song Wen also felt that according to the normal father-son dialogue, it seemed that he should have a few words of greetings first, and thought about it and asked, "Dad, are you in good health?"
It seems that since high school, Song Wen has rarely communicated directly with Song Cheng. In his life, his father has always been missing. Except for the years of divorce, even if he is still married, he is not busy, just While busy, gradually, Song Wen became indifferent to him.
Li Luanfang is in charge of most of his life and study. When he is short of money, he finds his mother. When he has something to do, he finds his mother. After arriving at the police academy, it seems to be even more so. Even during the New Year's family gathering, Song Wen sits next to Song Cheng. ,in silence. He was not used to how to communicate with Song Cheng.
Song Cheng was silent for a moment and returned to him: "It's not bad."
Song Wen is unfamiliar with him, and Song Cheng is not familiar with this son...
He remembered that when Song Wen was in elementary school, he boldly pretended to be his parents' signature and was chased by him with a broom. I don't think you are my son in the police academy.
But in the blink of an eye, the son has grown old. Song Wen is not too stubborn, and he has inherited his father's business. He is very good. Song Cheng is happy about this, but the father and son are equally stubborn. He doesn't know how to pick it up. Father-son love.
The two ends of the phone were silent for a while, and neither father and son seemed to know how to continue the call.
After a long while, Song Cheng spoke first: "Your promotion report, is it time to go to the Municipal Bureau?" After thinking about it, Song Wen should be looking for him because of this.
Song Wen followed the topic and said, "Dad, since you approved me, you should provide me with an assistant to the detachment leader according to the regulations. I would like to ask, my colleague, is there any disqualification?"
Song Chengdao: "Assistant police detective of the detachment leader, although he is called an assistant, his rank and treatment are actually equivalent to the deputy of the squad. According to the regulations, an old policeman for many years is usually selected as the assistant of the detachment leader. His qualifications obviously do not match the position. "
Song Wendao: "But his work ability is outstanding. He has a lot of research in forensics and criminal investigation. We have a tacit understanding. I think he is fully qualified for this job except for his qualifications."
Song Cheng paused and asked Song Wen, "I don't need to talk about the scene, I want to know, why did you choose this person?"
Song Wen said truthfully: "He is meticulous and attentive, has strong copywriting skills, and has rich knowledge of forensics and criminal investigation. He can profile crimes and have a certain degree of research on criminal psychology. These are very important to solving cases in peacetime. This is something that most old criminal police officers can’t do.”
"Sometimes there is only a line between those who are familiar with criminals and those who can become criminals." Song Cheng asked again, "Do you know him?"
He went to check Lu Siyu's resume and the identity of the survivor of the 519 case, which undoubtedly made him hesitant. Although the police said that the police could not be admitted to the police academy without the victims of the case, and they could not follow the police's regulations, but Song Cheng knew the water of the 519 case. how deep.
The relationship between Lu Siyu and Wu Qing, and the involvement of the case, still made Song Cheng a little worried. His instinct told him that this person might be problematic and dangerous.
Song Wen was at a loss for words. In terms of understanding, he felt that no one in the city bureau had gotten closer to Lu Siyu, and even said that with Lu Siyu's character, few people could approach him... Only him He has always been by his side, he knows many of his hobbies and habits, but until now, he has not found out what is the purpose of Lu Siyu's coming to Nancheng. There are still mysteries he can't answer about that person. There is always a vague worry in my heart...
Song Cheng on the other end of the phone was still waiting for his answer.
"I don't know how to describe him. What should have happened to him. Maybe he has some behaviors that are different from ordinary people, but I know that in his bones, he is a good person with a sense of justice." Song Wen took a breath. , summoned up his courage and said, "Anyway, I have identified this person."
Song Cheng knew Song Wen. Since he was a child, he had never heard Song Wen say such a thing, nor had Song Wen begged him for anything. He never thought that Song Wen would say this for that person.
"Choose him," Song Cheng asked in a deep voice, "Don't you regret it?"
Song Wen unconsciously clenched the phone tightly and said firmly, "Never."
On the other end of the phone, Song Cheng sighed silently. He suddenly remembered the time when he was the detachment leader in Nancheng. At that time, Wu Qing was the assistant police detective of the detachment leader. Wu Qing just laughed it off.
It turned out that so many years passed in a flash.
Song Cheng said: "Okay, I'll approve that one today and deliver it." He paused and remembered what Li Luanfang said before, gritted his teeth and said, "If you really believe it, during the New Year this year, take people with you. Come back for a year."
The old man spoke these words very fast, with a very strong tone, with a meaning that could not be denied, like a leader issuing an order.
Song Wen listened to this coldly, and it took a moment to realize what Song Cheng was talking about. He only felt that his mind exploded: "Ah, what?... Dad, it's not... Listen to me, we are not... "
The phone hangs up long ago...
In the Ruyi Restaurant in Nancheng, near noon, the whole small restaurant began to become lively. There are still legal reports on TV, and the small restaurant is full of the charming aroma of the food.
The guests who came to dinner were all whispering, discussing the new news they heard this morning, and there was another victim...
The city is more and more shrouded in fear, and those who originally thought it was none of their business, finally felt a little nervous after gossip after dinner.
"… In the police report this morning, we learned that this time there is a new victim of the Nancheng serial murder case, but fortunately, the victim survived and has been sent to the hospital for rescue. Here we are Once again, I remind the general public to pay attention to the safety of going out at night. Today, we still invited Professor Zhuang to give us further analysis... "
In the small restaurant, the guest sitting at table No. 2 was facing a simple fried rice with egg. He turned his back to the TV. Hearing this, he unconsciously squeezed the spoon in his hand.
The young couple came to eat again, but still sat at table number 5. The girl ordered the meal, watched TV for a while, and pouted, "This is already the fourth victim, isn't it? How dare this surnamed Zhuang dare. Come out, I fooled around for a long time last time, but I haven't caught anyone for so long."
The boy persuaded her: "Don't say that. It's not easy for those police officers. Recently, I saw a lot of patrol cars on the street. I guess they are all working overtime."
The girl snorted and picked up the chopsticks: "I work overtime, and I can't catch anyone. Isn't this inefficient? The safety of the citizens can't be protected, and our taxes are paid in vain."
The boy shook his head and said: "This murderer dares to commit crimes, he must be very mad, and the police are also a high-risk occupation. Besides, in such a big city, the murderer does not have the word murderer written on his face. If you want to find a pervert, it is not so Easy thing. Think about the Baiyin case and the Hwaseong case, how many years have they been investigated?"
The girl urged him: "The dishes are here, let's eat quickly, there are still things to do in the afternoon."
The show on TV continues: "…According to the latest information, we have come to some new conclusions, I am going to revise my previous statement that the murderer may be only one person, he has two personalities, which is what we often say Dual personality, many people think that dual personality is far away from us, but in fact this is a relatively common mental illness... Among the two personalities, Ye Xiao is violent, cruel and violent, and Ye Di is a perverted personality... Actually It's Ye Die who is manipulating the murder..."
"This morning, the police issued a wanted suspect based on the description of the witnesses. I will interpret the characteristics of the suspect given by the police here: the age of the murderer is between 25 and 30 years old, the blood type is 0, and the height is about 175. Engaged in heavy physical labor at night and rarely active during the day, so his skin is fair, and his figure is not very burly, but he has a lot of strength... "
“…witness testimony stated that he had a very hoarse voice and may have had a laryngeal disease that caused heavy breathing…”
"Now the murderer we are looking for is a quiet, honest-looking man who doesn't talk much, is not sociable, likes to be alone, has few friends, and doesn't participate in various parties and events. The murderer is a dual personality, probably Six to eight months ago, he started to be more moody, talking to himself, talking to himself…”
"… His range of activities is within the range shown in the picture… The usual means of transportation is night shift buses, and his clothes are very ordinary. In the latest case, he purchased security uniforms as disguise. A week ago, he was just caught by a dog. Bites, bruises, he probably went to a small clinic to get bandages…”
"... At present, the police have obtained his fingerprints, blood, and made a simulated portrait. As long as they catch him, they can bring him to justice... "
"I hope the general public can give us clues..."
"We will definitely catch this murderer!"
This time, the police released a large number of details about the case, and released a portrait of the murderer again. This time, this portrait has integrated the opinions of the new victim and made some fine-tuning, which is closer to the image of the murderer.
The boy looked at the reappearing portrait on the TV news, put the fish-flavored pork shredded with chopsticks in his mouth, and said inarticulately: "It's all specific to this, and if you can't catch it, it's a bit unreasonable..."
The girl hummed: "I always feel that this portrait looks a little familiar..."
Suddenly, there was a clatter, and the guest at the second table next door accidentally touched the chopstick tube on the ground, and the yellow chopsticks were scattered on the ground. It was a young man with a hat. Everyone was listening intently, but in an instant, everyone's eyes were focused on him.
"Oh, it's alright, I'll pick it up... Go back and wash it." The boss smiled and leaned over to help. He picked up a few chopsticks and raised his head inadvertently, but his face suddenly turned pale.
This guest is an old guest who sits at table No. 2 every time. He has been eating here for more than three years. In the past, he used to eat quietly and honestly on his seat, which was easy to be ignored. This is the first time the boss can see his face so closely...
Covered by the brim of the hat, the face was very white, with light eyebrows, high cheekbones, and tiny eyes, almost exactly the same as the portrait that was playing on the TV screen now... So close, he could even hear his heavy breathing. .
"You..." The boss widened his eyes and spit out a word subconsciously. He suddenly withdrew, stepped back half a meter, and distanced himself from the guest, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead instantly.
For a while, other customers in the store also noticed the abnormality in this place, and stood up one after another, and their guarded eyes were projected over.
"was found..."
"We were discovered..."
The guest stood up hastily, knocked down the chair again, and made a thud. He no longer covered his figure, got up and ran out towards the door of the store.
A net of heaven and earth has been slowly unfolding over the city.
Where the sun shines, there is nowhere to hide.
He was in a hurry, like a beast whose traces were found, running towards the depths of various lanes, towards the depths of the city...