"Let's stop here today, and I'll come to see you next week." Su Heng read the book, raised his eyes, and felt that the answer he got from Song Rongjiang was almost the same.
Su Hui ended the conversation, and then he needs to go to other places to collect information.
He was not in a hurry to go home, but got off the roller coaster from the prison and went to Song Rongjiang's house first according to the recorded address, and met Song Rongjiang's seriously ill mother.
In the white corridor outside the house, "Murderer" was written all over with red paint, and the paint was written layer after layer, and at first someone brushed it off with white paint. Later, the person who splashed the paint became numb, and the person who painted the wall white also became numb.
Those scarlet letters just stayed, and they began to gradually mottle.
Su Hui knocked on the door for a long time before someone came to open the door. Song Rongjiang's mother was already sick in bed and her clothes were disheveled. Her daily food and drink became a problem, and it all depended on the help of the street cadres and aunts. She was even more indifferent to that son, and brought up his tears frequently.
Then Su Hui met the neighbors near Song Rongjiang's house, and then went to Song Rongjiang's former head teacher.
He kept asking them what kind of person Song Rongjiang was and what he had experienced in his life.
Then he became more and more sure that a girl once existed in Song Rongjiang's life.
The girl is older than Song Rongjiang.
During the time she met Song Rongjiang, she had short hair, a thin body and a flat chest. She was taller than boys of the same age. She had single eyelids, widely spaced eyes, and a slightly collapsed nose bridge. She was not pretty, but she looked good very unique.
She doesn't talk much, she likes poetry, and she likes to read books.
She has sympathy for the weak, and will approach and talk to those who are reticent.
She would listen to the stories of the underdog and subconsciously feel like a savior. But she is always burdened by this situation, and may be ridiculed of the Virgin.
Her listening makes Song Rongjiang mistaken for love.
They have had some unpleasant things, but in the end they cheated and broke up.
Regarding this girl, some of those interviewed said that they could not remember, and some said that they did not know.
In the end, Su returned to the rental bookstore that had been turned into a coffee shop.
Fortunately, although the decoration and use of the place have changed, the owner has not.
The boss still remembered Song Rongjiang, and took the initiative to mention to Su Hui that Song Rongjiang was arrested for murder this year. The boss was very sorry.
Su Hui chatted with him for a while, and then asked about the girl.
The boss recalled: "I remember, when Song Rongjiang was in junior high school, there was a girl here who walked very close to him. That girl was a super member of our place and liked to read books. She seemed to be called Tao Li."
The time, the description, it all sounded right, and they had a lot of time to spend together and shared interests.
Su Hui felt that she had found a glimmer of hope in the darkness: "Do you have her phone number or home address?"
The boss said: "This is all many years ago. Her mobile phone number was changed later, but I remember that super members are registered with addresses."
As he spoke, the boss took out several thick stacks of information books from under the table. Su Hui coughed and rummaged through them together.
After a while, the boss breathed a sigh of relief: "I found her address. I don't know if she has moved. You can go and try your luck."
Su Hui copied the address on a note and checked the time. It was past 8:30 in the evening. Holding the scepter and the note, he decided to visit.
Song Rongjiang's death sentence was less than ten days later, and there was not much time left for him, and he had not yet solved the mystery.
The location where Su Hui lived was already deviated from the city center, and the place where Tao Li lived was even more deviated. It was a large old building area.
Su Hui called a car, and the driver found the wrong way. After a while in the small alley, he stopped in front of an old building that didn't even have a community.
Su Hui went upstairs according to the address. The building was an outdated double-layer security door. He knocked on the door, and a woman in her thirties opened the door. It was a clean and thin woman, although Su Hui could only see the outline. But the moment he saw her, Su Hui could be sure that she should be the origin of Song Rongjiang's killing.
Because she was too close to the features of the victims.
The characteristics of the multiple victims reflect the woman in front of them, which is the compensatory killing that reelected killers often do.
Song Rongjiang killed repeatedly and wanted to keep this woman.
Now that the woman has grown up, grown old, and no longer fits his memory, so his target has become younger women.
Song Rongjiang wants to re-enact everything that has happened, and this is the aberration of his psychology.
"Who are you looking for?" the woman asked in a low voice.
"Is it Tao Li? My name is Su Hui. I'm a teacher at Huadu Police Academy and a police officer of the police." Su Hui politely showed his police certificate.
"You... what are you looking for me for?" The woman reached out and pulled the hair around her ear.
"I want to ask, do you know about the taxi driver murder that happened in Huadu before?" Su Hui asked, he paid attention to the woman's expression.
Tao Li was obviously nervous.
Su Hui continued to ask, "Do you know a person named Song Rongjiang?"
In an instant, the woman's face turned pale, and her eyes were full of fear. She hurriedly shook her head, eager to deny: "No... no..."
A man's voice came from the inner room: "It's so late, who is it?"
"It's selling insurance..." the woman said, hurriedly going to close the door.
Su Hui stretched out his hand to stop her from closing the door. The woman's eyes were full of pleading: "He's going to die... Just let me go, I don't want to hear this name anymore... "
Su replied, "But Pei Weiwei hasn't found it yet."
"I don't know, these things have nothing to do with me." Tao Li whispered. At this time, the baby's cry came from the room, and then came the man's complaint. The woman looked back and looked about to cry.
Song Rongjiang's affairs are like a nightmare that haunts her, keeping her in her throat all the time.
Su Hui knew that this conversation could not be carried out tonight, so he took the time to shove a business card of his own: "I know, recalling him may make you feel uncomfortable, but if you can answer some of my questions, maybe It will be helpful to find Pei Weiwei..."
The answers to what they've said, where they've been, and what they've done may lie in those scattered pasts.
The woman didn't reach out to pick it up, the business card fell to the ground, she gave him one last look, and closed the door anyway.
Before coming, Su Hui was ready to lose his tongue, but he didn't expect it to end so quickly.
Obviously, Tao Li also realized that the victims were similar to hers. Now that she has a family and children, she doesn't want to have anything to do with that pervert anymore.
Su Hui understood Tao Li's fear and fear very well, and she felt excusable.
He went downstairs, the long street was dark, and the taxi that had come had already left.
Su Hui sighed softly and walked out of the alley.
There seemed to be endless darkness outside, and it was about to devour his thin and thin figure. His eyesight is not good, and the buildings in the distance look hazy in the night, almost unrecognizable.
There was a faint sound of thunder in the sky, and it was about to rain.
For a moment, Su Hui was surrounded by a strong sense of frustration. Fortunately, while he was isolating those positive emotions, it was difficult for the negative emotions to affect him more deeply. The frustration quickly disappeared.
Search for a missing girl in a bustling city of tens of millions.
The police put in a lot of manpower, but nothing.
The same goes for those ordinary people who are still looking for Pei Weiwei, they can't get close to the truth.
Su Hui feels like an isolated warrior who may face an unwinnable war.
At first, he just thought that he should not stand by and promised Tan Bureau to try it, but it was much more difficult than he imagined to implement all the operations.
He didn't know what he was looking for, what to prove.
He told himself that Pei Weiwei should have died a hundred days ago.
What he was looking for might just be a little hope, maybe just a dead bone.
Su Hui leaned on the scepter and walked in the dark. He walked around for a while, his legs were a little sore, and then he realized that he must have lost his way.
He has poor eyesight, and these inconveniences are magnified in this darkness.
Those dark alleys are like labyrinths that look the same everywhere and never end.
The lights that were lit in the distance were like fireflies, but the surroundings were extremely quiet, and there was not even a shadow.
He could feel that the whole world was not very friendly.
To make matters worse, a light rain started to fall in the sky, and it gradually showed signs of getting bigger, and his bangs were soon soaked.
Su Hui picked up his mobile phone and started to take a taxi. After a few minutes, a driver took the order and asked him where he was, but he was already trapped in those lanes and couldn't tell where it was.
The driver quickly hung up his phone impatiently and canceled the order.
He called the car for a few more minutes, and even doubled the money, and no one cared.
Su recalled chasing a car, and then flipped through it, and it showed that it was beyond the normal business hours and had to be booked in advance.
Su Hui reluctantly closed the taxi app, hid under a small roof, rummaging through the phone address book, thinking about his friends, colleagues, and even those students.
But... it seems that no one should bother people on such a rainy night.
His chest was so oppressed that it seemed like a stone had been pressed against it. Su Hui coughed a few times, but the cough couldn't be stopped. He covered his mouth and couldn't help bending down.
The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and it is so big that it is difficult for people to walk.
Just when Su Hui was thinking about it, the phone suddenly rang.
When Su Hui opened WeChat, someone had added him as a friend. The other party's net name was Wei Chi, his profile picture was a snow-white Su Mu, and he wrote three words for verification: "Lu Junchi".
The author has something to say: What about the army team? Here is a poor little one waiting for you to pick it up and take it home~