Lin Qiupu was sitting in the office. Scenes of the past appeared before him. He glanced at the photo of himself and Song Lang on the table. Every time he looked at the smiling Song Lang in the photo, his heart was always mixed.
Why do I suddenly recall my first experience of solving a case? Is it because Chen Shi called him "Xiao Lin" when he was unconscious that day. No one would call him that way at all. Could it be that Chen Shi was...
No, it's impossible!
The gap between them is too big, their appearance, age, way of speaking, small habits...
But the more Lin Qiupu pondered the differences between the two, the more he found that the two had an amazing similarity.
It wouldn't be such a coincidence, it wouldn't be! He denied his guess, feeling that there is no such a dramatic thing in reality.
But if Chen Shi was really Song Lang, how would he face him and arrest him, or would he be arrested after telling him all these years of thoughts
Lin Qiupu was tangled and tugged at his hair in anguish. He knew that he was not smart, and it was easy to get into the corner when thinking about things. Perhaps this was a misjudgment at all. Chen Shi is older than him, so it is natural to call him "Xiao Lin".
The ringing of the phone brought Lin Qiupu's thoughts back to reality, and he picked up the receiver—
"The pawnshop case... where... I want this case..."
I just received a call from the police center saying that there was a murder in a pawnshop on Shangma Street. The name Lin Qiupu was very familiar with. He thought it might not be such a coincidence. I was still remembering the case, but there was another murder in the same place
He called Lin Dongxue and several other policemen to go to see the scene. Before leaving, he suddenly said to Lin Dongxue, "Call Chen Shi!"
When he arrived at the scene, Lin Qiupu learned that it was a pawn shop called Sanyuan who had committed the life case. He looked diagonally across. The Taiyang pawn shop was still open. Back then, the dusty little shop was much more stylish.
Seven years have passed since the case. That pawnshop is now wholly owned by He Jingjing, is she operating it herself, or is she offering it to someone else
Song Lang once said that this kind of woman is like a cancer cell and is not worthy of sympathy. When Song Lang worked under him, Lin Qiupu's teachings he said were also written in his notebook, which helped him a lot.
Just as Lin Qiupu looked back, a car stopped at the door of the pawnshop, and a woman in a red cheongsam got out of the car with a slender ceramic cigarette holder and a women’s cigarette in her hand. She put on makeup, but Lin Qiupu still recognized at a glance that she was He Jingjing.
Compared to seven years ago, she is obviously a lot fatter, and her thin face in the past is also rounded and more charming. By all accounts, she is probably in her thirties.
He Jingjing noticed the police car and policemen across the road, and probably saw Lin Qiupu, and smiled at him.
Another person got out of the driver's seat with two plastic bags in his hands with the words of a certain supermarket on them. This man had dark skin, strong arms and eye-catching tattoos on his wrists. He kept a stubborn head.
Although some changes have taken place in his appearance, Lin Qiupu still recognizes that he is He Jun!
This surprised Lin Qiupu, why they were together again, but then again, he didn't know much about the follow-up effects of the case back then, because a few days after the case was closed, he was thrown into another murder case, and there was no time. There is no need to visit Taiyang Pawnshop again.
"Brother, what are you looking at?" Lin Dongxue said, "Are you looking at beautiful women?"
"Nonsense, those two people are related persons in a certain case that I participated in. It was only a little surprise to see after a few years... Song Lang hasn't come yet?"
"Who!?"
Realizing that he had made a mistake, Lin Qiupu hurriedly corrected it, "I mean Chen Shi!"
"Haha, I was taken aback, he said he was shopping with Yueyue, and come here later."
"This guy is not punctual at all!!"
Lin Qiupu angrily said, the balance in his heart tilted slightly towards the skeptical side, because Song Lang was never late.
The police walked into the pawnshop where the murder was committed and saw that the locks of the cabinets on the wall were brutally opened, and they were ruined. An old man was lying on the ground with a large clot of blood on his forehead, and he fell down. A bit twisted, his legs are facing forward, but his upper body is twisted towards the ground, his left hand stretched very long, as if he wanted to reach something.
There was an overturned mahogany chair next to it, and a blood-stained ashtray fell at the feet of the corpse. Peng Sijue picked it up, checked the light, and said, "The fingerprints on it are very clear."
The reporter was a migrant worker in this shop. The guy was terrified. He heard a smashing movement downstairs early this morning. He thought that a thief had entered this place. It was a big deal. He ran down and took a look. The man was hitting the boss repeatedly with the ashtray, and the old man was lying on the ground and convulsing, his left leg was shaking so much.
"Then... the man turned his head and saw me. I screamed in fright. I hurried upstairs, jumped from the window to the roof next to me and ran. The tiles on the roof were all broken by me. I didn't bring it I didn't dare to come back with my mobile phone, and ran to the nearest police station in my pajamas."
"Go check it." Lin Qiupu confessed to Lin Dongxue, and then said to the guy: "What does that man look like?"
"It's too dark, I can't see clearly, I saw him wearing a jacket, probably as tall as him!" The guy pointed to Xu Xiaodong, "Oh, yes, he also spit, he should be on the ground."
"Team Lin, there is a piece of dried sputum on the ground." A technical policeman uncovered a painting that fell on the ground and found the sputum.
Lin Qiupu asked the man again: "When you witnessed the murder process, was it messy here?"
"No, as usual, maybe he turned it over after I ran away. If I didn't run, I would probably be killed too. It's scary to think about it!"
"What's your boss's name?"
"Shen Liqun."
"How long have you been working here?"
"I just graduated and I have been working for a year. My dad and Boss Shen are friends, because I can't find a suitable job in the major I studied. My dad asked me to work here. Boss Shen usually treats me well..." , The guy showed a sad look.
"When the autopsy is finished, you will help us to check what is missing here."
The autopsy result was exactly the same as the confession of the young man. Boss Shen died at about 4 in the morning. He was hit on the head several times, and some glass fragments were found in the flesh. Peng Sijue preliminarily judged that the cause of death was a rupture of a cerebral artery.
When the corpse was taken away, the guy asked Boss Shen to burn some paper money to see him off. Lin Qiupu agreed. The guy burned the paper at the door and cried for a while.
Then he put on his gloves and started to check the things on the scene. The things here were all pawned by customers, and there were records. After verifying one by one, the guy said, "The painting is lost!"
"What painting?"
"A landscape painting, painted by a painter in the Yuan Dynasty, is very valuable!"