Ninety-third bowl of soup (eight)
According to the address given by Xiaoqian, Zhong Xun took Qing Huan to find the landlord of the place where the deceased Sun Runrun was renting.
This is a very obese woman, so it looks a little funny with her curly hair on top of her head, like a bowl of soaked instant noodles. When Zhong Xun and Qing Huan found her, she was sitting at the door of an old three-story building, cracking melon seeds and spitting out the shells. Seeing an old man coming with a cute little girl, he rolled his eyes: "I'm renting a house here, not a hotel, and I'm going to find the wrong place to have an affair."
Zhong Xun showed his ID: "Police."
The woman was startled, and quickly stood up: "Comrade policeman, I am a legal rental, and I have never done anything bad!" Even though she said so, her eyes kept looking at Qing Huan.
"Which room did Sun Runrun rent here before?"
The woman pointed to the door to the first room on the left, and Zhong Xun led Qing Huan in. When the door was pushed, both of them were stunned—except for the bed, table and wardrobe, there was nothing else, and everything was emptied.
The woman followed behind and explained: "She owes me three months' rent and hasn't paid her rent. She has called her desperately these days and refused to answer. In a fit of anger, I threw her things out and changed the lock."
"Throw it away?" Qing Huan turned to look at her, chuckled, "Not necessarily."
The woman felt guilty for two seconds: "You, what do you mean?"
"Auntie, just give us Sun Runrun's things. Something happened to Sun Runrun, and you keep her things. It's really easy for us to suspect that you killed Sun Runrun out of your eyes." Qing Huan smiled kindly.
Hearing that Sun Runrun was killed, the woman was so frightened that she spilled all the melon seeds in her hand. She asked tremblingly, "Really, is it true? Sun Runrun...is he really dead??"
"What about things?"
The landlord who was greedy for cheap only threw away some worthless gadgets. Sun Runrun's clothes, shoes and cosmetics bags were all taken to her own house. Qing Huan took a look, there were not many things, and she felt that Sun Runrun was not a lady who was blind to money. So she asked the woman: "How much does Auntie know about Sun Runrun?"
Her voice is soft and sweet, and her attitude is very good. She feels like a spring breeze. Even a middle-aged woman who is used to being tough can't help but soften her voice: "She has lived here for two years. I can’t say I know her well, I know what she does, it’s not easy for a woman to live, Runrun’s hometown is poor, and there is a younger brother to support, she sends money to the family every month, and she lives very hard. You see Xiaoqian, who lives next door to her, bought a lot of brand-name bags and cosmetics, and only lived here when she was so ruined that she lost her fortune.
Zhong Xun thinks what she said is the truth. Sun Runrun's skirts are all sexy, and they should be used for "work", but there are only a few sets of daily clothes. The shoes, bags, cosmetics are very cheap, and some are knockoffs. According to the owner of the hair salon and Xiaoqian, Sun Runrun is young and beautiful, and there are many customers who like her. She has a good income, but she doesn't spend all the money. It should be sent home. The information says that she has a married woman younger brother.
"...And, little girl, let me tell you." The woman looked around, and approached Qinghuan mysteriously, "I heard that Runrun is short of money, and can do all kinds of dirty work, as long as you give me money, She does everything."
Qing Huan didn't react at all, but Zhong Xun, who had a keen hearing, came over and pulled her behind, and turned to the woman with a cold face: "What nonsense are you talking about with a little girl!"
... Do you want to tell a tall man like you about gossip
Qing Huan tugged his sleeves to show that it was okay, and thanked the woman.
Zhong Xun called the forensics department to collect, to see if he could find any clues from Sun Runrun's things. Before he left, he asked the rented woman: "Does Sun Runrun usually bring anyone back?"
"Take it. She is the same as Xiaoqian. If the guest refuses to pay to open the room, she will bring it back." The sound insulation of the house is poor, and the sound can be heard on the third floor. It's a long life.
"Do you still have any memory of the person she brought back?"
The woman thought for a while: "I don't really remember."
Zhong Xun asked some more questions before leaving with Qing Huan.
Back in the forensic room, Meng Daxian slumped on the sofa and watched cartoons on Meng Xingzhen’s mobile phone. After Zhong Xun asked, he realized that he had sent another corpse when he was running for clues. It was a seven-year-old boy. Meng Xingzhen is undergoing an autopsy.
Zhong Xun frowned when he heard it was a child. Meng Daxian's face was also not good-looking. When the deceased was brought in, he was surprised to see a small ball. How could he know that it was such a small child? Small arms, there is not a piece of good meat on the arms, and the bruises and purples are piled up one after another, which makes people feel extremely uncomfortable.
Nothing is more sad than the death of a child.
Zhong Xun saw that Meng Xingzhen was busy, so he went back to the criminal investigation team for a meeting. He needed to sort out the clues with the team members, to see if they could find a breakthrough. Prostitutes and beggars are high-risk groups, especially unaccompanied people like Sun Runrun, because they do illegal jobs and don’t even have a temporary residence permit. If they were killed, they would never have been noticed if their bodies hadn’t been discovered.
Living in this city is very difficult for some people.
Sun Runrun is not a bad person. She has no academic qualifications or skills, and she can't even speak Mandarin very well. In addition, she is introverted, and it is difficult to find a job. In the end, she has no job and can only do this job. But that's it, the money she earned from selling her body every month was not spent on herself in the end. She used lipstick that cost a few dollars a piece, and glued the soles of her high heels off before continuing to wear them... Even if she did something wrong, she shouldn't be killed.
No matter what the reason is.
There was nothing to do with Qing Huan during the meeting of the criminal investigation team, so she just watched cartoons with Meng Daxian until Meng Xing came out tens of minutes later. He has always been a very funny and gentle person, but this time his face is expressionless and his eyes are cold. This is not the first time he has dissected a child's body, but every time he feels it is a kind of slowness.
Qing Huan read the autopsy report, his eyes drooped slightly, Meng Daxian almost guessed it, he didn't want to read it.
The child suffered horrific sexual assaults during his lifetime, and more than once, there was no good meat all over his body, whips, knife wounds, burns, bite marks, scratches... all kinds of injuries, and the cause of death was suffocation. The criminal seemed to be unscrupulous, and he left evidence on the deceased without any scruple, as if he was sure that he would not be caught.
This case has nothing to do with Sun Runrun's murder, but the social impact is extremely bad, because the child's parents are teachers in senior high schools. The child disappeared three days ago, and he has reported to the police a long time ago, but no one expected In the end, what they got was such a news.
Even if Qing Huan stayed in the forensic room, she could hear heart-piercing cries from the hall.
When Zhong Xun came over, he scolded his mother. He has been a policeman for seven years. He has seen all kinds of bastards.
After contacting Sun Runrun's family members, it was Sun Runrun's father who answered the phone. After informing them of Sun Runrun's death, Sun Runrun's father's first words were: "What? What should I do? There is not enough money for the second son to marry a wife!"
When the police said that they could come and take the body away, the old man actually said that he would die and let the police handle it, and then hung up the phone with a snap.
Zhong Xunqi's heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys all hurt.
Sometimes people are really not human, with a heart of stone, even if they are related by blood.
Sun Runrun could only lie down in the mortuary, and then was cremated and sent to the cemetery.
Even if her parents and relatives abandoned her, there are righteous policemen and compassionate monks who mourn for her, find the murderer for her, and return her justice.
It is a pity that Sun Runrun's case has not yet been figured out, so another corpse was sent.
The deceased is still a young woman, the cause of death is still a knife in the heart, and even the place where the body was found is still a garbage incinerator.
Is it a coincidence
Zhong Xun never believed in coincidences in the world, especially after checking the identity of the deceased and confirming that she was also in the flesh business.
He said to the members of the criminal investigation team with a serious expression: "We have encountered a serial killer."
A week has passed since Sun Runrun's death, and the second corpse appeared, with a very short interval in between, which shows that the murderer's emotions have basically lost control, especially the second corpse. The autopsy found that the heart was a fatal wound, but before the heart was stabbed, the deceased was already bruised, and the murderer seemed to be tired from stabbing before finally giving the fatal blow.
Because of the previous accident, the workers at the garbage dump were very careful, so when the second deceased was found, except for some skin and flesh, the bones and most of the parts were intact, thank God.
This way you can find more clues.
Meng Daxian actually wanted to leave very much, he really hated to see the dead, it was too uncomfortable, he was supposed to be a living person, but now he was lying in the cold mortuary, unable to speak or laugh, he could not even avenge himself. When he thought of this, he glanced at Qing Huan: "Little girl, can you see their ghosts?"
Qing Huan shook her head: "People die like lights go out, and there are very few people who become ghosts. These people are ordinary when they are alive, and they are also ordinary ghosts when they die. They wander around, don't know anything, and die in a daze. , I don’t even remember what happened before.”
After hearing this, Zhong Xun asked, "I saw Wang Fang that day."
"Oh." Qing Huan smiled at him, "I summoned you here."