Leaving the takeaway station, Tao Longyue got Zhang Yuchun's address and rushed to Zhang Yuchun's rental house, only to find that the house was empty.
Xie Lanshan followed closely and walked around in Zhang Yuchun's rental house. Zhang Yuchun lives alone in a single room on the ground floor, about 20 square meters, which is dark and damp. The room is simply painted, and the walls have some mildew spots.
It can be seen that this person is usually sloppy. Salt shakers and sugar shakers are scattered on the stove, instant noodle boxes and beer cans are scattered everywhere, a single wire bed, a gray-white towel, and a bit of white above it. Stains may be left behind by a lonely man after his self-discipline.
Xie Lanshan frowned slightly, and then explored elsewhere. There are several books on Zhang Yuchun's bedside table, such as the common fortune-telling books and pornographic books on the street. Zhang Yuchun dropped out of middle school before finishing his studies. It is good to read physical books with characters in his spare time, as long as he is afraid of light It was the four words "black and white are not wrong", and he thought it was a mouthful to read.
These are almost a thousand miles away from Shen Liufei's profile.
Xie Lanshan recalled the scene of the murder. The murderer arranged the six corpses in an orderly manner. After the dead body happened, the corpses were like standing sculptures.
He questioned Tao Longyue in this regard, Tao Longyue replied without hesitation: "Cong Ying is a student of Shen Liufei, and there is this book by Shen Liufei at home. It is very likely that Zhang Yuchun saw this book after killing someone, and imitated it for a while."
I conducted a survey on Zhang Yuchun's neighbors, and heard from a family upstairs. I saw Zhang Yuchun come back two days ago. I asked him and didn't reply. I hurriedly took some things and left. He showed up.
"No murder, why abscond." Tao Longyue increasingly confirmed that Zhang Yuchun was suspected of committing a major crime. Indeed, he is a recidivist himself. He has done a lot of stealing things, and has taken drugs. For Cong Ying, he is in love with but can't ask for it. The motive for murder is completely established.
"It has been confirmed that the suspect Zhang Yuchun has absconded." Tao Longyue immediately instructed Ding Li to hit the head and apply for a reward for Zhang Yuchun.
That day, Xie Lanshan wrote down the location of the last restaurant Cong Ying ordered. A roast meat restaurant called "Chaozhou Haowei" is very close to Jingjiang Haoyuan. She lives in a corner of a wealthy residential area. The one-way delivery does not exceed five. minute. All of Cong Ying's order information can be found on the background of the platform. Xie Lanshan remembered that this was the first time Cong Ying had ordered in this restaurant.
Xie Lanshan walked into the store and revealed his identity. He thought that the business was light at night, and the boss might have an impression of this business.
The boss said that because the rose soy sauce chicken ordered was gone, he called and asked the other party if he wanted to change it for another one. After only asking a few more questions, the other party was very impatient and said "whatever, hurry up, late. I'll complain to you!" The tone was very urgent and rushed, and he hurriedly hung up the phone.
Xie Lanshan wondered, but everyone who knew Cong Ying praised her with words such as gentleness and tranquility. Why was she different from usual on the night of the crime
Xie Lanshan had a bold idea. It was not Cong Ying who answered the call at Cong's house that night.
It's a pity that he couldn't discuss this case with Tao Longyue in-depth these two days. This kid is now in a hurry, and he is furious. He has to break up with him. The criminal profile is a vain thing, and the evidence is the real basis for the verdict. , the forensic identification is not wrong, the surveillance video is not wrong, and the fingerprints on the murder weapon are not wrong. When Cong Ying's family died, only Zhang Yuchun was present.
Xie Lanshan also agreed with this point before, but considering the case, there are still many unsolved mysteries in this case. After thinking about it, he took out his mobile phone and hung up Shen Liufei.
The phone was picked up quickly, Xie Lanshan politely said: "Hey, Mr. Shen said that he wants to invite me to drink, do you still count?"
Shen Liufei was also refreshed: "I'll give you the address."
They had probably guessed the other party's intentions, this time the two went directly to Shen Liufei's residence without making an appointment in a public place where it was inconvenient to discuss the case.
In the evening, the commercial area a few blocks away was the first to light up neon lights, looking down from Shen Liufei's residence, like a sea of flickering light and shadow.
The two didn't talk about the case, they drank first, and Shen Liufei took two glasses of red wine for Xie Lanshan to taste.
The extremely complex and unique fruity, floral and smoky flavors, with a little bit of astringency, collide violently with the taste buds, and have a long lingering energy. Xie Lanshan slowly tasted the red wine in his mouth and closed his eyes slightly. This wine is indeed rare.
Shen Liufei also raised his glass and took a sip, and asked Xie Lanshan, "How is it?"
Xie Lanshan put down the wine glass and was very sure: "Latu."
Shen Liufei did not deny: "Which year?"
Xie Lanshan thought for a while: "1986."
There was a hint of surprise in Shen Liufei's eyes: "How did you guess it?"
"Guess." Xie Lanshan seemed to know this kind of top red wine very well, but he said it quite modestly, "This kind of taste has been at least 30 years old. Considering that the wineries in Bordeaux 'will fail every 7 years', then guess 86 years. All right."
"Dinner is ready." Shen Liufei smiled, got up and went to the kitchen. He was dressed leisurely at home, his white shirt was only buttoned up, his sleeves rolled up at will, and he could clearly see a large area of bright tattoos like rose vines, winding all the way from his strong left chest to his neck.
First came a dozen iced oysters, Xie Lanshan couldn't help laughing: "Raw oysters with red wine, folk aphrodisiac remedies."
Shen Liufei didn't accept this inappropriate joke, he just said, "It was airlifted from France this morning, you can try it."
The oysters are quite large, and the faint salty taste of the sea also has a unique sweet taste, which is very delicious. Xie Lanshan ate half a dozen in one go, and when he was hesitating whether to take another one, his face suddenly changed. His face was pale, his breathing was urgent, and it became more and more urgent, and soon he was beating his chest, and he couldn't breathe at all: "I seem to... can't breathe..."
The allergy symptoms were menacing, and Xie Lanshan was on the verge of shock. Fortunately, Shen Liufei responded in time and carried him into the bedroom, lying flat on the bed.
Shen Liufei leaned down, stretched out his hand to raise Xie Lanshan's chin, then lowered his head to touch his lips, and performed artificial respiration for him.
After blowing at the normal breathing rate for a minute, Xie Lanshan's symptoms were relieved. His breathing was calm, but his face was still bad.
"You are allergic to shellfish." Shen Liufei judged Xie Lanshan's illness and got up to get anti-allergy medicine for him.
The fully open space, the bedroom and the living room are not separated by a door, and you can come and go freely. After Shen Liu flew out, Xie Lanshan, who had slowed down, couldn't bear his curiosity, got up from the bed, and looked around the bedroom.
There is a solid wood easel by the window sill, and through a layer of white cloth covering it, you can see that there is a large-scale work inside.
Still holding the pipa and covering his face, it became more and more ticklish. Xie Lanshan lifted the white cloth and was so surprised that he almost couldn't lift it in one breath. Originally, he had done enough psychological construction to prepare for a dark painting full of blood and violence, but he never expected that what appeared after the white cloth was actually his own face.
Shen Liufei walked in from behind Xie Lanshan, raised his hand and clasped the wall, politely reminding the other party not to invade his private territory.
Xie Lanshan turned back and explained to the person boldly: "I didn't touch your painting, it's the wind, it's too curious."
Shen Liufei didn't seem angry, and handed the water cup and allergy medicine to Xie Lanshan: "You will feel better after taking the medicine."
Xie Lanshan took the water and medicine, put his head up and took it. He sat on the bed and closed his eyes to rest for a while, and it turned out to be much better.
He opened his eyes, and his eyes returned to the portrait of himself: "Don't you explain?"
"Professional needs." Shen Liufei said flatly, just as they explained when they met at the cinema for the first time, "Sometimes I would spend a whole day drawing pictures of strangers on the streets where people come and go."
This is not bad. Xie Lanshan has seen too many sketches or oil paintings of human faces in Shen Liufei's house. As an expert in simulated portraits, he needs to constantly paint all kinds of faces and capture various expressions to maintain his professional height.
"It's okay to draw," Xie Lanshan pouted, "it's just that the hair is too long."
In the unfinished oil painting, his hair was a little long, almost reaching his shoulders. A criminal police officer obviously does not allow such hairstyles.
Shen Liufei looked at Xie Lanshan, then leaned closer, raised his hand and stroked his cheek. Long, cold fingers inserted into his hair from the temples, and he said, "You will look prettier with long hair."
This action brought the two people closer together. At the end of the evening, the color blocks and spots that fell into the ground outside the window, such colorful and ambiguous light blurred the distance between the two, they looked at each other and felt that they were both far and near. The aroma of wine floats in the air.
Thinking of the lip touch just now when he was receiving first aid from the other party, Xie Lanshan's eyes involuntarily fell on Shen Liufei's lips, which were thin and angular, which matched his temperament.
Kisses should be vigorous, too, he thought further.
It was half a joke and half a provocation. Xie Lanshan refused to retreat. Instead, he bit his lower lip and tilted his face, and rubbed his cheek against the other's palm: "I'm the most beautiful when I'm naked."
Shen Liufei held Xie Lanshan's cheek, slender fingers lingered on his lips, and then pressed his thumb to pry open his lips and began to rub his teeth.
His face was calm, and he couldn't feel any emotion, but his eyes were chaotic, like the flames remaining in the embers.
Cruising with Shen Liufei's fingers, Xie Lanshan suddenly felt a string of electric currents on his back, which quickly reached his limbs, and his scalp was slightly numb. This same-sex touch was exactly the same as what he felt in his dream yesterday, and it was not objectionable.
Shen Liufei said with a smile but not a smile, I want to see is believing.
The ringing of the phone completely broke the strange and ambiguous atmosphere. The two returned to their original positions, Xie Lanshan answered the phone, and Shen Liufei tasted red wine.
"I've been looking for you for a long time!" Tao Longyue roared at Xie Lanshan on the phone, showing his true nature, "Come here quickly, I received a report from the public just now and found Zhang Yuchun's beast!"