At two o'clock in the afternoon, in Huadu city, Qiao Ze led an intern policeman standing outside a metal gate. From the outside, it could be seen that this was a single-family courtyard. The building had only one floor. Warehouse factory.
Qiao Ze pressed the doorbell in front of him, which was loud and could be heard clearly through an iron door.
They have been conducting investigations based on the inferences of the previous Su Hui, and in the locations delineated by the Su Hui, all buildings and personnel have undergone a new round of registration and investigation.
To this end, the serious crime team transferred more than ten criminal police officers and auxiliary police officers from the local branch. Under the scattered investigation of all personnel, the suspect circle has gradually narrowed.
Today, the last few blocks in the purple area have been investigated. In order to speed up, they are divided into eight groups, Qiao Ze and a small policeman from the criminal police team.
The little policeman was called Qi Shi. At the beginning, Qiao Ze was not used to it. He always had the urge to add the word "white" to it. Later, he remembered the name as "actually", so it was not so awkward. .
Seeing that there was no response inside, Qiao Ze rang the doorbell again.
Behind him, Qi Shi held the form in his hand and reported the situation here: "This used to be a warehouse of a food company, but it was bought privately and turned into a gallery... I have registered the contact information and the person in charge before, and the name of the owner of the gallery. My name is Fu Yunchu."
"Gallery?" Qiao Ze looked up at the building. The old warehouse has been transformed, adding an artistic atmosphere.
"Yes, the owner Fu Yunchu is a well-known painter in Huadu. He once studied abroad. His new work sold for 1.55 million at the auction."
Qiao Ze sighed with emotion: "A painting is the salary of an ordinary person for several years. This painter seems to be a bit skilled."
Seeing that there was no sound inside, Qi Shi asked again, "Can we contact this Fu Yunchu by phone?"
Qiao Ze said: "Wait a minute."
The two were talking when the iron door in front of them was opened from the inside.
The person who opened the door was a tall and thin man with fair complexion, slender eyes and short hair. Qiao Ze judged that this person should be the painter Fu Yunchu.
Qiao Ze took a step forward and said, "Mr. Fu?"
The man nodded: "I am."
Qiao Ze showed his police certificate according to the procedure: "Hello, I'm Qiao Ze from the Huadu Crime Team. We are investigating a case recently, and I hope you can cooperate with our investigation."
The man named Fu Yunchu let them in: "I'm just a gallery here, nothing special."
Qiao Ze asked, "We're just checking, is you the only one here?"
Fu Yunchu replied, "Yes, after all, creating is a very private thing. I need to be quiet enough when I paint."
"Do you usually live here?"
"Sometimes I'll stay here if I paint late, and occasionally I'll go home."
Qiao Ze and Fu Yunchu checked the ID number, mobile phone number and other information, including Fu Yunchu's registered vehicle, the time he usually travels here, and where he was on the day Ning Ke was attacked.
Fu Yunchu answered in an orderly manner, and took out two movie tickets, which happened to be the night Ning Ke disappeared.
Qiao Ze looked at the man's hand: "Mr. Fu, is your wrist injured?"
He saw that there was a scratch on Fu Yunchu's wrist, and the wound was formed not long ago.
Fu Yunchu covered the wound: "It was scratched when I was drawing and sharpening pencils."
How can a pencil sharpening wound appear on the wrist? And the inside of the left wrist
Qiao Ze was a little suspicious. He didn't pierce the man in front of him and continued: "That's a bit unfortunate. I think the wound is still very new. Does Mr. Fu need to deal with the wound?"
Fu Yunchu smiled: "No hurry, I'll deal with you when I send you off, it's not too painful anymore."
Qiao Ze wanted to check after asking, and looked behind him: "Mr. Fu's place is quite big, no wonder it took so long to open the door."
Fu Yunchu said, "Yeah, I'm in the innermost studio, and I need to go through it all the way. The two of you have been waiting for a long time just now." His answer was very calm, "Would the two police officers have something to drink?"
Just as Qi Shi was about to say that we would leave in a while, Qiao Ze answered, "Okay, do you have coffee here?"
When talking about the word coffee, he noticed the change in Fu Yunchu's face.
Fu Yunchu didn't seem to expect them to stay, so he froze for a moment and said, "I don't have coffee here, would you like some tea?"
Qiao Ze said: "Tea is also fine."
When the man left, Qiao Ze gestured to Qi Shi, and then called Lu Junchi. He covered his Bluetooth headset and reported the situation in a low voice, then said to Lu Junchi, "Captain Lu, I think this person is a little suspicious..."
They have already asked a few companies just now, and most of them have verified the situation and left in a hurry after ruling out the suspicion. Only here, Qiao Ze asked more carefully, he thought this gallery was a bit weird.
Lu Junchi said: "It sounds like the location is right, and the painter's time is relatively sufficient... Although he explained his whereabouts on the night of the incident, the alibi to go to the movies is not very hard, and the movie tickets may have been bought deliberately, just to Used as an alibi."
Add to that the scratches from the injury...
Lu Junchi made an immediate decision: "You delay for a while, keep in touch, don't hang up, we'll go over and take a look at it right away, we'll be there in about five minutes."
Qiao Ze snorted, turned around and just wanted to say hello to Qi Shi, when he saw Fu Yunchu come out.
He brought two cups of tea and handed them to them with a smile.
Qiao Ze took it and put it on a glass table beside him.
He knew that the man in front of him looked suave, but in fact it was most likely the murderer they had been following for a long time - the butcher.
Looking at Fu Yunchu in front of him, Qiao Ze's heart began to tense involuntarily, and his palms were sweating.
He is the youngest member of the serious crime team. He has only been a police officer for a few years, and he has done more verification work. Qiao Ze also participated in the arrest operation, but at that time it was a group action of many people.
Facing a serial killer today, he was a little surprised.
Now there are two of them, and the number of them is dominant, but Qi Shi is still a trainee police officer. He doesn't have a gun, so he can't count on it.
Thinking of this, Qiao Ze was even more nervous. He had to work hard to hold the person in front of him until the army team came.
Qiao Ze cross-examined a few more questions, and Fu Yunchu answered truthfully. Qiao Ze pretended to be recording in the notebook, but his heartbeat was pounding, and the words he wrote were shaking.
Fu Yunchu saw that the two policemen had no intention of leaving after drinking water, and asked, "Is there anything else the two of you need my cooperation?"
Qiao Ze followed and said, "I personally like painting. Can Mr. Fu lead us around the gallery?"
Fu Yunchu seemed to be obviously nervous, but finally he snorted and did not refuse: "This place actually looks empty, not very big. The front is the small exhibition hall, and the back is my studio, bedroom and bathroom."
Qiao Ze looked around, because it used to be a warehouse, the floors were very high, and the walls were covered with paintings. There is not much furniture in the room, it looks empty, like an art gallery.
Some of those paintings are a bit abstract, but it can be seen that the painting skills are not bad. In the hall, there are also some large and small plaster statues, as well as some works of art.
Three people walked through the somewhat empty exhibition hall.
Qiao Ze stabilized his mind, looked sideways at a painting in the center, and said, "This painting is not bad."
The content of the painting is of a woman, who can't tell her age. She is sitting on a chair, her head is lowered, her eyes are closed, and she looks peaceful and serene. Behind the woman, there are many squares that look like some boxes.
The title of the painting is "Love".
A smug look appeared on Fu Yunchu's face: "This painting is my most famous work, and it won an award at the art festival."
Qiao Ze turned his head to look at the paintings on the wall. He stopped before one of them. There were several women in the painting, standing in a row. The women in the painting all closed their eyes but opened their mouths slightly. , the expression on his face is a little strange. Jose looked at the label below, the name of the painting was "Chorus".
Qiao Ze found that Mr. Fu liked to paint women very much. Eighty percent of his paintings included women, and some of the remaining twenty percent were landscape paintings, and only a few painted others.
Most of the women in his paintings were pale, with their eyes closed, making them uncomfortable.
Thinking of the stumps in the box, Qiao Ze's hair stood up.
The exhibition hall quickly turned around, and Fu Yunchu slowed down and looked at them...
I can't hold it anymore!
At this time, Lu Junchi's voice came from Qiao Ze's earphones: "It's basically confirmed, I just asked Xia Mingxi to check the electricity consumption of this place, the electricity bill is several times the normal situation, we will arrive immediately, you guys Be sure to be safe!"
There are not many lights in this place, the ceiling is high, and it is a bit cold without the air conditioner now.
It takes so much power, that's obviously...
Qiao Ze's eyes looked down, there may be an underground cold storage, or there may be a large freezing equipment...
Qi Shi looked at the painting on the wall and said inadvertently: "Alas, we have been running for a long time. The weather outside is hot, but it is more comfortable here. It is cool without the air conditioner. This saves electricity."
Hearing this, Qiao Ze's heart skipped a beat.
Sure enough, the man who was still chatting with them just now suddenly turned pale. Fu Yunchu took two steps back, with a fierce light in his eyes.
Qi Shi mentioned this issue only unintentionally, but Fu Yunchu was obviously guilty! He took that sentence as a temptation, thinking he had been locked in.
Qiao Ze's reaction was quick, he went straight to hold Fu Yunchu's hand, Fu Yunchu turned back to hide, but Qiao Ze seemed to know his movements, and his knee was pressed against Fu Yunchu's abdomen.
Fu Yunchu took a blow, grunted, broke free from Qiao Ze, raised his head and was about to fight back. He rushed up and wanted to push Qiao Ze to the wall, but Qiao Ze quickly took out and pinned it in the holster behind him. The gun fired without even taking aim.
With a bang, gunshots exploded in the gallery, shattering the silence.
The bullet grazed Fu Yunchu's upper arm. He was obviously more familiar with this place than the two little policemen who had just arrived. He turned around and pressed a button on the wall.
Several plaster statues shattered in response, and the ground was covered with white plaster fragments for a while. This plaster statue was specially made, and a large amount of white powder swayed from it, and a pungent smell appeared in the air, blocking it. The sight of the two.
This is obviously a trap that the murderer has laid out long ago.
Qiao Ze shouted, "Be careful of poison." He hurriedly covered his mouth, held his breath, and pulled Qi Bai back to the door.
Qi Shi finally came to his senses at this time, and also imitated Qiao Ze to cover his mouth and nose with his sleeves.
This Fu Yunchu obviously stored a lot of chemical materials, and they didn't know what the white powder inside would be.
The white fog gradually dissipated, and then Lu Junchi's voice came from Qiao Ze's Bluetooth headset: "We're here, open the door!"
Qiao Ze hurriedly opened the door of the gallery and let Lu Junchi and other police officers in.
In the gallery, Fu Yunchu has disappeared. As the home of a perverted killer, he may have already planned various escape routes.
The police officers who entered hurriedly opened the windows everywhere, and the gallery was in a mess, and there was still the smell of some residual chemicals.
"Team Army, a car drove away from the back door..." Zheng Bai's message came from the walkie-talkie. They were in charge of blocking the back door. The car just galloped past them and didn't stop him.
Lu Junchi looked in the direction of the back door, and there was a line of blood running backwards. They rushed over in a hurry, but they were still one last step short.
"Team Army! Do you still want to chase?" Qu Ming asked anxiously.
"Zheng Bai, let's go after him, let's save the people first! If the inference is correct, the victim may be locked here!" Lu Jun quickly gave an order, and then he walked back and saw Qiao Ze.
"I'm sorry, Army Corps, I didn't hold back the murderer." Qiao Ze's cheeks were also stained with some white powder, a little embarrassed and a little aggrieved.
If only he had been more decisive just now, if only he could have breathed with Qi Shi earlier, if only his fighting had been stronger, if only his marksmanship had been more accurate...
That is a murderous serial killer. If he is released, he may kill again, and new victims will appear!
If the army was here just now, he would definitely be able to catch the murderer without letting him escape.
Qiao Ze clenched his fists angrily. Teacher Su analyzed the murderer's location, but he finally let the murderer escape. Thinking of this, his eyes felt sour, and the corners of his eyes were red.
Lu Junchi looked at Qiao Ze. The person in front of him was only twenty-four years old. Not everyone had the courage to face a murderous serial killer and fight to the death.
If he rushes out, he may be injured or sacrificed.
Lu Junchi patted Qiao Ze's shoulder and comforted: "It was you who discovered suspicious points during the investigation that made us target the murderer. You are very alert and brave. You have done your best just now, and we will definitely catch him. For now, keep your spirits up, we still need to find the kidnapped victim."
After listening to Lu Junchi's words, Qiao Ze cheered up, took out the walkie-talkie, and began to contact follow-up support and 120.
The police officers searched the gallery. At this time, the serious crime team was finally able to confirm that the painter Fu Yunchu was the murderous "butcher" they had been looking for.
"Here!" Lu Junchi quickly found a secret door. There was a copper lock on the door. He didn't care about anything else, he directly destroyed the lock with a shot, and then kicked the door open.
A dark road leading to the underground appeared in front of them, and a strong smell of blood came from the ground...
If Fu Yunchu had planned to turn this place into his slaughterhouse, he must have needed a sufficiently secret place for murder and dismemberment. When he bought it back then, he probably took a fancy to the private basement here.