Su Mansheng sat in the interrogation room and was interrogated as a witness. Because the case involves privacy, and considering that it may cause secondary harm to her, with the permission of Su Mansheng, Song Qilian also participated in the case as a psychological counseling expert.
Tao Longyue avoided suspicion reasonably, and Xie Lanshan and Ding Li were responsible for the inquiries. Xie Lanshan tried his best to take care of Su Mansheng's emotions on the basis of being objective and professional. He asked, "Can you still remember being imprisoned in the basement?"
Su Man's voice seemed to be completely unaffected by the shadows of the past, not helpless or unhappy, nor sad or angry, she answered very calmly, very calmly, she recalled that the murderer had something to do with the young woman in red dress and long black hair. Unique hobby, he collects girls of this image like beautiful dolls, then imprison them in that dirty and smelly basement, and kill them one by one after a period of abuse and abuse.
Xie Lanshan asked, "How long were you imprisoned in that basement?"
Suman said, "One month, three months, maybe longer, I can't remember exactly."
Xie Lanshan asked, "How many girls are imprisoned in the basement at the same time as you?"
Su Mansheng said: "At most, there were seven. There were adults in their twenties and teenage girls. I was probably the youngest among them."
"They are all dead?"
"They're all dead."
Xie Lanshan continued to ask, "Apart from Kong Xiangping who committed suicide before the police arrived, are there any other suspects in the Cangnan case?"
Su Mansheng seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then said, "No."
Xie Lanshan did not miss this moment of hesitation, frowned slightly, and asked again: "Do you remember how Kong Xiangping committed suicide?"
Su Mansheng didn't stammer this time, and said extraordinarily calmly: "When I was taken out of the house by Officer Zhu, I saw the man lying in the bathtub, he cut his wrist, and there were three white candles lit by the bathtub. A blood-stained doll, the floor is covered with his blood. I later heard from Officer Zhu that Kong Xiangping had drunk himself before committing suicide, probably because he was too afraid that his evil deeds were about to be exposed."
The transcript of the inquiries was made very smoothly. Su Man knew everything, she answered truthfully if she remembered it, and said she didn't remember if she didn't remember it. She was like a spinning top, and it was like telling someone else's story. spectators. From Song Qilian's professional point of view, such a reaction is not normal.
Before the end, Xie Lanshan asked her the last sentence: "Why are all the girls older than you dead, but you are the only one who survived?"
Su Mansheng's face became strange for a moment, and it took a while for her to recover, and she replied in a light tone: "Because I please him and serve him, I choose to obey when he violates me, again and again."
Leaving the interrogation room with clear windows, Xie Lanshan did not return to the office of the serious crime team, but instead found the nearest window and stood dryly, smoking a cigarette without saying a word. Song Qilian walked out with him. Seeing that his usually vivid and picturesque face rarely saw a trace of worry, he knew that he was worried about Tao Longyue, and wanted to go up to comfort him twice, but he finally got the words to his lips, and he didn't know how to speak.
However, Xie Lanshan turned his head first, saw Song Qilian standing behind him, hurriedly pinched the cigarette in his hand, and smiled, "I'm sorry, I choke on you."
Song Qilian shook his head, walked up, and followed Xie Lanshan up and down the window, blowing a cold wind blowing his face in the early winter.
After being silent for a few minutes, Xie Lanshan lowered her head slightly, her eyes were puzzled and apologetic: "I'm sorry, I'm a policeman, and I have to ask some questions."
Song Qilian knew that he was worried that the re-examination of the old case would hurt Su Mansheng, so he comforted: "You have done a good job."
Xie Lanshan turned to look at Song Qilian, and suddenly raised his eyebrows and smiled: "This is not easy, I am a violent person who failed the psychological evaluation."
Xie Lanshan didn't mean to mention this matter because she was too narrow-minded, she just came out bald, but Song Qilian's blood rushed to her head, her face and eyes were red, she almost choked and said, "I'm sorry, I don't. Knowing that assessment report will get you in so much trouble."
Xie Lanshan's line of sight was cast from the small playground of the Municipal Bureau outside the window to the distance, looking at the deep and shallow vegetation, the high and low buildings, and the rising and falling clouds in the distant sky. Thinking of the dead Zhuo Tian and the unknown eight-year-old boy, he shook his head and sighed softly: "Maybe you were right."
His voice was a little sad, and his eyes were soft and almost wet, Song Qilian thought of Xie Lanshan without defense, her Xie Lanshan.
"Alan, I..."
Before he could say some words, Song Qilian suddenly realized that all the sadness and tenderness in Xie Lanshan's eyes were gone. At the end point intertwined with the tacit understanding, I saw Shen Liufei coming from me.
About two hours later, Su Mansheng completed all the procedures and left the city bureau with the small group.
As soon as he went out, he was blocked.
The female reporter Hao Sijing has been guarding the door of the Hanhai Municipal Bureau. She is a hungry media person who is addicted to such explosive news. She used her strong contacts in the media circle to inquire about some information about the rape and murder case in Cangnan. After reading it, she believes that she cannot miss this exclusive opportunity.
She was chewing peppermint chewing gum, which was long gone. When she saw Suman's voice, she spit the chewing gum on the wrapping paper and threw it on the ground. She blocked the little girl first, pointed the camera of her mobile phone at her face, and pressed her with the speed of a barrage of words to ask her about the day when she was violated. Seeing this, Su Mansheng naturally protected Xiaoqun behind him, and unexpectedly met with her. She is facing each other.
Hao Sijing's eyes lit up, like the cold light on the blade of a knife. She spoke so fast that it was hard to resist: "You are the only survivor of the rape and murder case in Cangnan, right? You were only ten years old at the time. One year old, why are so many adult women not spared, and you are the only one alive?"
When the same question was asked again, Su Mansheng pulled Xiaoqun away, expressionless and silent.
It seemed that she felt superior after being violated. This high-level attitude made Hao Sijing, who was also a woman, suddenly embarrassed and angry, but instead strengthened her idea of digging deeper. She pressed aggressively: "Can I guess that you survived because you were an accomplice, and you helped that crazy pervert to hurt those girls together?"
Su Mansheng suddenly turned to look at the female reporter. She pursed her lips slightly, looking graceful and strong.
The small group of girls hadn't fully recovered from the trauma, and their language function was still in a state of loss. She cuddled by Sumansheng's side—the same trauma made them rely on each other, and there was no gap. Although she was short, thin, stupid and immature, she also stared at this snarky and even vicious adult with an angry expression on her face.
Hao Sijing noticed such eyes, leaned over and touched the girl's hair, trying to release her kindness: "Little girl, my sister is just working—"
Su Man coldly curled the corners of his mouth, patted the other's hand, and interrupted coldly: "You are just acting maliciously, wanting to satisfy your violent and selfish desires."
"Whatever you say, I think you are still hiding something, and I think what I just said is infinitely close to the truth of the story," Hao Sijing smiled knowingly and declared war on this proud queen-like woman, "I I will apply to the leader to do this show, and I will slowly dig out all your secrets."
The female reporter walked away with her head held high. Su Mansheng asked Xiaoqun to sit in the passenger seat and drove away from the city bureau.
After driving about two streets away, Su Mansheng suddenly turned the steering wheel and parked the car on the side of the road. She was like a broken rose, the light in her eyes was completely driven by a shadow, she lowered her head and buried her face towards the steering wheel.
Xiaoqun looked at her bewilderedly, Suman's voice stood there for a long time, his shoulders trembled slightly, and he didn't know whether he was sobbing or laughing.
Through Su Mansheng's confession, it can be found that the red skirt is the most important clue in this case.
Among the three bodies that have been found, none of the female deceased is wearing a red dress, so although the girl group has repeatedly mentioned it, the police have not regarded this appearance feature as a connection between all the victims.
Because he was about to be regarded as a murderer, Xie Lanshan paid special attention to the clothes of the first deceased, Luo Xin, when he was killed. He frowned and recalled: "I remember that the first female deceased was wearing a pink cardigan and a black long skirt on the day of the murder, and she was not alone. It's not a variegated red dress."
Shen Liufei pondered for a while, and then he came up with the following: "Is it possible that the murderer didn't see the victim wearing a red dress and acted temporarily, he met the victim dressed like this by chance, and only after a short follow-up did he get acquainted with the victim The killers under his command, so the clothes of the victims were different when they were killed."
Xie Lanshan suddenly realized, and quickly continued: "Three consecutive murders in a short period of time show that the murderer did not spend too much time tracking and investigating each of his prey, and the randomness of the murderer's murder was further reduced. If we go to investigate three cases now The person who the deceased came into contact with on the most recent trip wearing a red dress, it is very likely that the murderer was among them."
Shen Liufei nodded: "Especially Luo Xin, the first deceased who was discovered in this case. She is a freelancer, she lives in a secluded place, and she doesn't come into contact with too many people in her life."
The confusion was cleared away, and the direction of the investigation became simple and clear. Liu Yanbo instructed: "Hurry up and call up the surveillance video of the building on the floor where Luo Xin lives, and then look at the people she met that day when she wore the red dress, and see if you can find anything!"
The apartment building where Shen Liufei lived was fully covered by internal surveillance, and it was easy to retrieve the video footage from the days before the incident. The camera is just outside Luo Xin's house, and you can see if she goes out or not, and what she wears when she goes out.
In order to save time, the video was played at 16 times the speed. Ding Li was dizzy, and her trabecular eyes were staring at the stars. Only Xie Lanshan and Shen Liufei were attentive and did not miss every frame of the portrait. Xie Lanshan is enough to see like a torch, but Shen Liufei, who is a painter and an expert in simulated portraits, is slightly better. He suddenly said, "Just here, stop for a while."
The video rewinds in time. In the evening two days before the incident, they saw a young man with a fruit basket walk out of the elevator and walk towards Luo Xin's house.
Xie Lanshan shouted softly, "It's him."
Qiao Hui, an intern at Puren Hospital, has been visiting these neighbors upstairs and downstairs in his spare time for several days in order to let the residents of the whole building cooperate with him to turn on the lights to confess to his female friends.
Qiao Hui knocked on the girl's door. Due to the angle of the video, he couldn't see what Luo Xin was wearing in the door. The two exchanged a few words happily and briefly, Qiao Hui handed the fruit basket to Luo Xin and turned away.
Before the person walked a few steps, Luo Xin, who was in the room, leaned halfway out the door, held up the fruit basket in his hand, smiled and said something to the other party, mostly to thank the fruit basket in his hand politely.
She had long straight black hair scattered like a waterfall, and was wearing a gorgeous red dress, which lit up like fire in the dark surveillance camera.
Xie Lanshan shouted again softly: "Damn!"
Inspired by this, he remembered Qiao Hui's eyes staring at the little nurse that day.