Lin Qiupu struggled with all the literary and material evidence on the table, whether there are any flaws in it, and where are the flaws
A sound of footsteps alarmed him. He raised his head and saw a figure wearing a long brown windbreaker walking slowly. The visitor had his hands in his pockets, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, and a confident and hearty smile on his face. Lin Qiupu looked like a pilgrimage witnessing miracles. His mouth was as wide open as the other, "Previous... Senior?"
Song Lang slapped the table with a slap, "Xiao Lin, don't be blinded by these so-called clues."
"Then I should..."
Song Lang swept away all the papers from the table, and the sky was flying like snow flakes. He turned around, took off the cigarette from his mouth, and pointed to the door, "The truth has already appeared. In a corner you haven't noticed, the murderer is actually... "
A dark silhouette appeared on the shining door, and Lin Qiupu opened his mouth in amazement.
"The murderer is..."
The outline of the black shadow gradually became clear, and Lin Qiupu was extremely excited.
"The murderer is He Shen!"
The black shadow finally revealed his true face. He was a fat man with a greasy smirk wearing a Qing Dynasty official uniform, with a pearl on his face.
Lin Qiupu's head suddenly sank, and he was awakened from his dream. It turned out that he was asleep while sitting and reading the documents. It was eleven o'clock in the evening and the corridor was completely dark, and he was alone in the office.
He glanced at the photo on the table. Although it was a ridiculous dream, Lin Qiupu seriously considered whether there was anyone with a name that resembled "He Shen" in the case. He didn't seem to have any, so he laughed blankly.
He rubbed the bridge of his nose, cheered up, picked up the document and re-examined it. The deceased died of poisoning, but the murderer beat the deceased with a belt, burned the deceased with a soldering iron, and smeared lubricating oil on his lower body, as if intending to insert something.
why
Why do these unnecessary things
The murderer seems to be taking revenge on the deceased. The deceased must have done similar things to the murderer, such as belt pumping, soldering iron, and... Rape!
Judging from the evidence at hand, the deceased was not a good husband. As the stepfather of his ex-wife and one pair of children, would he be a good father? Obviously not! The children of the deceased's ex-wife have not been found. Will this be a major breakthrough
Even if it is not, he has to find out that as long as there is a missing corner, then the final truth cannot be called the truth, he thinks so.
Lin Qiupu took the pen to write the word "children" in the upper right corner of the document and drew an emphatic circle. He secretly made up his mind to find out who the children were!
Stretch your waist, I'm so tired today, go home and sleep!
At the project meeting in the early morning of the next day, Lin Qiupu announced: "There is a clue in this case that has not progressed. It is the identity of the deceased's ex-wife and child. I want you to find out who they are and where they are now!"
The following police officer said: "But their identity information could not be found in the household registration database."
"Think of other ways, try other channels, and you will always find it. I will give you three days and it must be done!"
Everyone sighed, cheered up and continued to work hard.
In the office, Lin Qiupu sorted out the clues he had on hand. He felt that he could start with the on-site monitoring. Although the monitoring at the front entrance of the community was broken, there were still a lot of monitoring in the surrounding shops. Maybe there were any missing clues.
Thinking of this, he immediately ran to the scene and copied all the surveillance videos of the day that were available in all the surrounding shops. It took a whole morning.
It took him longer to watch these monitorings, and the others were sent out by him. He could only look at the computer in the office by himself and watch at four times the speed. The monotonous and silent monitoring showed that his brain hurts, and he took the cooling oil while watching. Wiping temples forcibly refreshes.
In the surveillance video of a clothing store, a petite figure in a yellow dress riding a battery car flashed by. It took a few seconds for Lin Qiupu to react, and quickly returned to look. The figure looked familiar.
He found the surveillance video of the opposite shop at the same time, that is, at 8 o'clock in the evening on February 24. This video clearly captured the person's face. Yes, it was Gan Ping.
He located the map of the city, where Gan Ping appeared was another community.
etc…
He hurriedly opened his notebook. Gan Ping entered the neighbourhood at 8 o'clock on the night of the incident. She claimed to have only visited the neighbourhood once, and went in to deliver the food at 7:20 that night. The customer also verified that it was This point in time.
Is she lying!
Lin Qiupu was a little bit afraid and unwilling to believe it, but in order to find out the truth, he rewinded the video to 7:20. No Gan Ping appeared here. He simply rewinded back to 7 o’clock, staring at the screen without blinking. After watching for an hour, the surveillance will not lie. Gan Ping entered the community at exactly 8 o'clock and left at 8:15.
She is lying! The orderer is also lying!
It was an hour late for Gan Ping to deliver the second order, so it is very likely that she stayed at the crime scene longer than she said.
Lin Qiupu immediately drove to the convenience store where Gan Ping was located, only to remember that she was not at work now, it was five o’clock in the afternoon, and he was hesitant to call Gan Ping. He didn’t want this poor girl to be the murderer, but If this is the case, he will check to the end... His heart is full of contradictions.
Lin Qiupu picked up the phone, dialed and hung up, and finally he decided to find the orderer first.
He entered the complex and knocked on the door. The owner seemed to be at home playing games all day long. He was wearing pajamas and opened the door with his hen-house-like disheveled hair. The noise of the game came from the door. The owner said impatiently: Come to me? Tell me if you have anything!"
Lin Qiupu looked directly at his eyes with feces and said: "At 7:23 pm on February 24, a female food delivery person came to deliver the food. You said that to me yesterday, right?"
"Yes, what's the matter?"
The owner was very relaxed. Senior Song Lang had the stunt of lie detection through micro-expression naked eyes, but he did not. Lin Qiupu said: "But the surveillance of the store at the door showed that the deliveryman arrived here at 8 o'clock that night, yes. How do you explain this?"
"How do I know? Can you remember your breakfast the day before yesterday?"
"Remember, milk cereal."
"Do you remember me, who remembers such trivial things every day, it's too cold, I have to close the door..."
Lin Qiupu quickly pressed his foot against the door and said seriously: "This is not a trivial matter. It is a matter of life and death. The evidence shows that you and she are lying. Tell me why!?"