The weather is not normal. It was the turn of spring and summer. It was sunny and rainy. The first two days were still cold winds and cold rains. Today, the rain has cleared and the clouds have dispersed.
Twelve o'clock, noon on a hot day, the streets are steaming hot.
Tao Longyue's new laser-gold Baolai was blocked at the railroad crossing.
When he waited for the train's stall, he opened the window to breathe, and a scalding wind blew on his head.
Xie Lanshan sat in the co-pilot and looked out the window at the moment. He looked focused and squinted, but his lips were pursed in a nice arc, and there was a slight smile in his eyes.
There is a pear vortex on his left cheek, which is very shallow and seems to be absent.
"Hey, about the murder case in Jingjiang Haoyuan, you can help me." Tao Longyue turned his head to look at Xie Lanshan, stared at him for a while, suddenly stretched out his finger and poked his face in the face, teasing: "He is quite handsome. , I didn't notice that you had a pear vortex on your face before."
Xie Lanshan didn't turn his head back: "Team Tao is involved in serious cases every day, so how can you care about your subordinates."
Tao Longyue thought for a while, not blaming himself for his negligence, but Xie Lanshan, who was in front of the undercover agent, was too unsmiling. In one year, one face was paralyzed for three hundred and sixty-five days, and there was no rain or shine at all.
Looking at Xie Lanshan's line of sight, he saw that the end point of his eyes was a pair of young parents. There was a chubby little boy between them, three or four years old, very naughty, not good at walking, hanging his parents' arms from left to right, insisting that they drag them along.
Tao Longyue sighed suddenly: "If it wasn't for being sent to go undercover next to Mu Kun back then, you wouldn't be able to clear up such a big misunderstanding, maybe you would have a son by now."
Tao Longyue belongs to the lover of the iron man. When he was in kindergarten, he gave things to the most beautiful little girl in the class. Now that he was born, the girls who have chased him can have a reinforcement row. Xie Lanshan was different, as if he was born with a lack of chords, and the only relationship of the opposite sex that he never even held hands with was also unilaterally failed because he was sent undercover.
Xie Lanshan will be 30 years old after this year, and his lifelong events have always been on Tao Jun's heart like a stone. Tao Longyue was anxious about what I was worried about, and was also very gossip: "Have you met anyone recently? This is not what I asked, it is the old man who cares about your personal problems."
Inexplicably, I thought of the person I met in the movie theater that day. The shallow pear vortex suddenly deepened. Xie Lanshan didn't hear the second half of the sentence, and only said, "Well, I did meet a very interesting person."
Tao Longyue quickly asked, "Is it beautiful?"
Xie Lanshan was absent-minded: "It should be alright."
The little chubby fell down suddenly, and cried out with a "wow". He raised his head and stretched out his hand towards his father, motioning to hug, but his father scolded him mercilessly: Boys are not allowed to cry, get up on their own.
For a moment, the past reappeared in front of him, and Xie Lanshan's eyes were slightly wet. He remembered Lao Xie.
He unconsciously stroked the necklace on his chest again.
It was this bullet that was shot from Lao Xie's back and taken out from the heart of his corpse.
The train finally came, and after a long, shrill cry, the signal lights changed color. Since Xie Lanshan was not allowed to continue the investigation, Tao Longyue could only "steal" the on-site photos and autopsy report and quietly analyze it with him.
"The time of death has been determined to be between 11:30 p.m. and 12:30 a.m. Her boyfriend Shen Liufei was seen by the neighbor at the opposite door and had a violent quarrel with Cong Ying at 11:45 p.m., and was witnessed by the guard at around 3:00 a.m. Driving away from Jingjiang Mansion, he is very suspected of committing the crime in terms of time. My preliminary inference is that this case was not committed by one person. The murderer also had a female accomplice who set fire to him at about 2:30 in the morning. The monitoring room is most likely the woman who left footprints in the back garden of Cong's house."
Xie Lanshan squinted his eyes and said nothing.
"In addition, the cause of death of several deceased is the same as the preliminary investigation results of the forensic team, but there is one point," Tao Longyue paused and said, "After further autopsy and inspection of the female deceased Cong Ying, it was found that she had bruises on the inside of her neck. There are two possibilities for this situation: one is that the murderer used his palm or forearm to wrap the neck of the deceased, so that the contact area is large and it is not easy to leave traces on the surface; another possibility is…”
"There is another possibility," Xie Lanshan said on behalf of Tao Longyue, "the murderer let go after pinching it, and he didn't have time to leave traces on the surface."
Tao Longyue nodded, expressing his approval of Xie Lanshan's words: "But why is this, strangled and stabbed."
Xie Lanshan asked him in return, "Have you ever thought that when Cong Ying was stabbed seventeen times, the second one was a penetrating wound that penetrated deep into the chest, which was already fatal. Why do you need to stab the back fifteen times?"
"Usually it's to vent anger," Tao Longyue said from experience. "The murderer has a deep hatred for the deceased."
"No, at least not entirely." Xie Lanshan added, "The murderer has a love-hate relationship with Cong Ying."
A traffic light in front of him was about to turn red, Tao Longyue stepped on the accelerator and rushed over: "How do you say?"
"Strangling the neck with bare hands is more 'intimate' than using a murder weapon. It is common for the deceased to be strangled in murders where the murderer and the deceased were close or related to sexual assault." Xie Lanshan took out a photo of the front of the deceased, "Look at the photo again, From the 'pale area' on the corpse, what kind of posture did the murderers maintain when they attacked Cong Ying?"
"I watched it yesterday." Tao Longyue is now focused on driving and has no time to look away, "There are marks of violent pressing on the outer edge of the shoulders and the outer sides of the legs, much like those left after sexual assault, but the autopsy showed that the Ying was not sexually assaulted."
"For the first time, the murderer strangled Cong Ying with his bare hands. Because he was reluctant to give up, he released it after a short hoop, but out of a stronger sense of revenge, he quickly killed Cong Ying again. , stabbed him to death with a fruit knife. So my guess is that even if the murderer in this case is not the man in the group photo, he must be someone who has an emotional dispute with the deceased." With a change of tone, Xie Lanshan changed his previous serious expression. , smiled and said, "Of course, this is just a guess by the traffic police. Whether it is adopted or not is up to you."
Tao Longyue thought for a while, and said that Xiaoliang and the others went to adjust Cong Ying's WeChat records, and there should be a clue about Shen Liufei soon.
Said that Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived, Ding Li's phone came. Tao Longyue was inconvenient to answer, so he pressed the speakerphone directly. Xie Lanshan didn't say a word, and the little girl on the other end of the phone asked the first sentence: "Team Tao, Senior Brother Xie is right next to you?"
"Well, he's here."
"You are violating the order of your superiors, and you agreed not to let senior brother participate in this case."
"Don't raise the bar," Tao Longyue thought for a while, and added without worry, "Don't complain. Xie Lanshan and I are good friends. Except for squatting in the pit, we spend the rest of the time together."
Xie Lanshan laughed lightly and interrupted the two of them: "Ding Li, let's talk about how your investigation went."
Ding Li's voice became serious: "I went to Cong Ying's company to investigate, and I also asked about her relatives and friends. She left the company early, and now she has just joined the company. Her colleagues and friends said they had never seen it before. The man in the group photo. Cong Ying is quite introverted, and he is busy with class recently, so he doesn't talk much about his love life."
Xie Lanshan asked, "You said she was in class, what class?"
Ding Li said: "The public welfare art class organized by the Crane Art Museum is open to the public free of charge. There are ten classes in total, two classes per week. The content is art tours, on-site painting lessons by artists and so on."
Tao Longyue was puzzled: "Isn't this kind of class usually given to children from poor families?"
Ding Li snorted: "The original intention may be this, but the teacher hired by the He Art Museum is not ordinary. All the girls in their teens and twenties came to the class, and the hall was full."
"You are the same kind." Tao Longyue gave Xie Lanshan a meaningful look, but Xie Lanshan did not say anything.
"Moreover, it can be found on the official website of the Crane Art Museum," Ding Li said after a timely pause, "The teacher invited by the Crane Art Museum is called Shen Liufei."