The water in the pond is still gushing out continuously, towards the garage not far away, but no one has the mind to pile sandbags by the pond.
The first employee who discovered the limb was too frightened to speak. Liu Jia fell to the ground with a pale face and was helped away by two male colleagues.
The rain seems to have fallen through, and the rain is getting smaller.
But the sparse raindrops still washed over the dirt pit, and the turbid yellow sewage submerged the calf again.
Someone called the police, and the police will arrive at the scene shortly.
When this happened, many people were stunned. The logistics department forgot to arrange the bus, and the employees who drove their own cars also forgot to pick up the car and leave. Everyone retreated to the shelter of the new building, looked at the dirt pit from a distance, and then There was a lot of discussion.
"How can there be dead people? It's too scary to be buried in that kind of place!"
"Yes, I often go for a walk by the pond!"
"Is it buried before? Who is it? Could it be a construction worker? I heard that there are often accidents on the construction site."
"People from the Propaganda Department can see clearly that the leg hasn't rotted yet, it should have just died. Our building has been built for half a year, so it can't be a construction worker."
"My God, isn't that the one who works here? Is there a missing person in any department?"
Han Mingming suddenly had a very bad feeling in his heart, so he called Sha Chun again, but it was still turned off.
She was also carrying sandbags downstairs just now, but her whole body was wet at this time, and she looked anxious and embarrassed.
Behind her, most of the staff of the folk music club fell silent.
This group of people is usually the most noisy, and there is rarely a time for collective silence.
"You said, could that person be, yes..." Yang Yan's voice was extremely low, and she reached out and tugged at Ran He's sleeve.
Ran He glared at her with a bad tone, "I don't know, don't talk nonsense. The police will come in a while."
"But Sha Chun didn't come today, and Director Han couldn't get through to her." Yang Yan said, "This is too coincidental, isn't it?"
Ran He looked outdoors. The police car had arrived. The red and blue light was inexplicably dazzling. A cordon separated the employees who were still near the pond. Several police officers with toolboxes ran to the pit.
"You'll know when you dig it out." Ran He turned around and said to Yang Yan.
"It won't let us identify the corpse when it is dug up, right?" Yang Yan said in horror: "I don't want to see it!"
"Shh!" Ran He suddenly pinched Yang Yan, "Come here and listen to me."
Yang Yan rubbed the sore place, "Why?"
Ran He said, "If... I mean if that person is Sha Chun, we might be in trouble."
Yang Yan puzzled: "Why? What's our business?"
Ran He looked back and saw that other colleagues in the folk music club were whispering, "We bullied Sha Chun before."
Yang Yan's eyes widened, "Did you make a mistake? I didn't, you often scold Sha Chun!"
"Don't you agree?" Ran He gritted his teeth, "Okay, listen to me. If it wasn't for Sha Chun, then everything would be easy to talk about, but if it was, the police would definitely find our entire department to investigate. One room per person, each other It is impossible to ventilate. At that time, someone must say that I have a conflict with Sha Chun, and you can't get rid of it. "
Yang Yan's face turned pale, "I... But I didn't kill anyone!"
"I know!" Ran He said, "but when the police find out that we are bullying Sha Chun, we spread it all over the group. What do others think of us?"
In a place like the Performing Arts Group, the business can pass the test and the ability can not be in place, but the superficial character cannot be bad.
No matter what happened to Sha Chun, no matter how badly he was targeted, no one would say anything, and the listeners might even make a joke—this is the workplace.
But if something happened to Sha Chun, the nature would change.
"Then what should we do?" Yang Yan was about to cry.
Ran He said: "No matter what others say, we must insist on a harmonious relationship with Sha Chun."
It was the Criminal Investigation Detachment of Nancheng Sub-bureau who arrived at the scene.
When receiving the case transferred from the police station, deputy captain Xu Qiang did not think it was necessary to report it to the Criminal Investigation Bureau.
Although the police community in Dongye City is a whole, there is no lack of factional struggle within it. The criminal investigation detachments of several sub-bureaus have their own thoughts. Before Xiao Yuan airborne, many pairs of eyes stared at the position of the deputy director of the criminal investigation bureau. Xu Qiang pressed the leader of the main detachment on top of him, and he couldn't jump to the Criminal Investigation Bureau for a while. In the past, the leader of the detachment worked with Director Li Dan many times, and wanted to go to the Criminal Investigation Bureau to occupy a pit. Xu Qiang stood in Liang Zhao's team and planned to take advantage of Liang Zhao's ascension to gain a firm foothold in the branch.
As soon as Xiao Yu'an came, the plans of the main branch and the deputy branch of the Nancheng Branch were all in vain.
When Xu Qiang was in Liang Zhao's team, he reported cases to the Criminal Investigation Bureau regardless of their size, and asked Liang Zhao to "make a decision". Now the most important departments of the Criminal Investigation Bureau are all under the control of Xiao Yu'an. Thinking that the case at hand was just a torrential rain rushing out of the corpse, I didn't bother to report it to the Criminal Investigation Bureau, and solved it myself.
The development of things was beyond his expectations.
The trace examiner and the forensic doctor dug up the body buried in the pit, and Xu Qiang's expression changed immediately.
The deceased was a female with a horizontal annular atretic ditch on the neck, facial swelling and cyanosis, suspected of mechanical asphyxia.
But the strange thing is that the deceased was not wearing ordinary clothes, but stage clothes with fine embroidery, exaggerated makeup on his face, his hands were cut off from the wrist, and the wound had no life response.
This is no longer an ordinary murder case, it is a dismemberment after the fact, and the death of the victim has a certain ceremonial nature.
Xu Qiang did not dare to hold the case any longer, so he immediately notified the Criminal Investigation Bureau and asked for the support of the serious crime team.
Because of the heavy rain just now, accidents occurred on several main roads in the city, and there was a huge traffic jam in the city. Although the serious crime team dispatched the police in time, they were blocked on the road.
"We only watched the performance of the Performing Arts Group a few days ago, and we have to go to them to investigate the case today." Fang Yuanhang sat in the back row of the leading police car, "Could the victim be someone from the Performing Arts Group?"
"It's hard to say now." Yi Fei pretended to be sick and didn't go to the show. He didn't expect that he was really sick one day later. He had a severe cold and a fever. He took intravenous drip in the hospital for two days. Wearing a two-layer mask, he spoke in a hoarse voice, "I have been to the performing arts group's land, and half of it is deserted. There are also buildings to be built around, and it looks like a ghost town at night. People outside can easily enter, the victims Neither the murderer nor the murderer is necessarily a member of the entertainment group."
Mingshu was sitting in the co-pilot, watching the pictures of the scene sent by Xu Qiang.
The victim's clothes were soaked with mud and water, and the original color could no longer be seen, but the embroidery on the cuffs, collar, and chest was still clearly visible.
Mingshu recognized it. This was the embroidered veil worn by the female performers during Saturday's performance.
"That's true." Fang Yuanhang said: "This kind of new development zone is the most prone to murders. Now criminals are getting better and better. Knowing that the security and monitoring facilities in the new development zone cannot keep up with the difficulty of detection, they always go to this kind of place. run."
"No." Mingshu raised his eyes, frowned and looked forward, "The victim is most likely an employee of the Performing Arts Group."
"Huh?" Yi Fei noticed the tablet in Mingshu's hand, "Show me."
Mingshu handed the tablet back, "And maybe we've met."
Fang Yuanhang leaned beside Yi Fei and looked at the photos on the tablet together, "This dress..."
Mingshu said, "It's the costume we saw at the Jiangnan Theater."
When the serious crime team arrived at the performing arts group, the rain had completely stopped. Under the bright searchlight, the victim was lying on the low platform temporarily set up by the trace inspector, his eyes bursting out, and he could no longer see his true colors.
The appearance of the person who was strangled changed greatly. Mingshu bent down and observed the stranglehold on the victim's neck from a close distance.
Suicide and strangulation both leave a stranglehold on the neck, but there is a big difference between the two, and forensics use it to distinguish whether a deceased person committed suicide or homicide.
Mingshu looked up and suddenly noticed the red earrings on the deceased's ear bones.
"is her?"
Folk music performances pay attention to the harmony between the performers and the music, so the performers, male or female, all wear improved classical costumes, and the accessories also have profound classical features. And the woman who played the guzheng was wearing a very modern red earring.
Most of the time, the earrings are covered by long hair, and Mingshu has sharp eyes, and he was focusing on observing the player at that time, so he could see the earrings clearly.
"Who is it?" Yi Fei asked.
Ming Shu straightened up, his eyes suddenly darkened, "It may be a guzheng player from the folk music club of the Performing Arts Group."
At this time, employees from the logistics department of the group rushed over and found Xu Qiang, saying that they were going to call the police.
Xu Qiang, one of the first two, was about to let his subordinates handle it when he suddenly heard the employee say, "A woman in the folk music club has disappeared!"
Half an hour later, the identity of the deceased was confirmed, it was Sha Chun from the folk music club.
"Sha Chun, a native of Kefu Town, Dongye City, 31 years old, graduated from Dongye Conservatory of Music and joined Dongye Performing Arts Group nine years ago. , Pipa, and Hulusi, live alone in Jiachuang Community, Dongcheng District, and she bought the house with a loan three years ago." Yi Fei is reporting the known victim information, "According to our preliminary understanding, Sha Chun has no relationship with colleagues in the folk music club. Not close, long-term loner, used to work overtime for rehearsal, so he got a nickname - 'model worker'."
"'Model worker'?" For a young criminal policeman like Fang Yuanhang, the term "model worker" with strong characteristics of the times is very unfamiliar.
"Yes, 'model worker'." The older Xu Chun said, "This word was an absolute compliment when I was a child. The elders in the family were all competing to be model workers in the factory. It's a very face-saving thing. But now, the 'model worker' has become a kind of ridicule with malice and ridicule to a large extent."
Mingshu leaned against the wall and listened to everyone's discussion, the tip of his tongue rubbed lightly on his teeth.
Just ten minutes ago, he was next door questioning Han Mingming who found Sha Chun missing.
Han Mingming is in his 40s. The position of deputy director of the folk music club is considered a small and middle-level position in the performing arts group.
Most of the players in the folk music club are in their 20s and 30s, and some are in their 40s, but very few. Han Mingming used to play the pipa in the orchestra and was promoted to deputy director last year.
Compared with He Lian, the head of the folk music club, she obviously knows Sha Chun better, and also knows the small groups in the orchestra better.
"Three nights ago, we performed at the Jiangnan Theater, and Sha Chun was one of the performers." Perhaps this was the first time he faced the criminal police, Han Mingming was very nervous. Yes, "After the performance, everyone said they were going to have a dinner party, but Sha Chun didn't attend and left early alone."
Ming Shu has obtained all the surveillance of the Jiangnan Theater and surrounding areas that night.
The video shows that Sha Chun left the backstage workshop at 9:41, and appeared at the west gate of the theater at 9:52, and has not appeared in public surveillance since then. At 10:02, Sha Chun's colleagues walked into the corridor in groups of three and five, and at 10:23, the last group left through the south gate of the theater.
From 9:41 to 10:23, of all the people who appeared in the surveillance, only Sha Chun was alone.
"After that, I never saw Sha Chun again." Han Mingming said: "Our department rested yesterday and the day before yesterday, and only gathered for rehearsal today. I found out that Sha Chun did not come in the afternoon, and the phone was turned off when I called her. Thinking she's been…”
Saying that, Han Mingming lowered his head and wiped the corners of his eyes with a tissue.
The phone that Sha Chun had turned off had been found, and it was buried beside her in a sealed plastic bag.
Strangely, there were not only mobile phones, but also Sha Chun's ID card and three bank cards in the sealed bag. On these items, there are only Sha Chun's fingerprints and sweat.
Sha Chun must have been killed. The murderer erased his fingerprints and sweat in order to hide his identity, but after that, did Sha Chun touch these items again? Makes no sense. If Sha Chun erased the traces that did not belong to her, why did she do it
There are too many questions in front of us, and too many clues need to be sorted out one by one. For the time being, we can only start with Sha Chun himself.
Mingshu asked, "What kind of person is Sha Chun?"
"This..." Han Mingming hesitated for more than ten seconds before sighing, "Should I tell the truth?"
"Sha Chun is the victim of the murder." Mingshu emphasized, "She was killed."
Han Mingming nodded, "I know, I know."
Mingshu said, "I need to understand her comprehensively. Director Han, I hope you don't hide what you know."
"Sha Chun is very unpopular." Han Mingming finally said: "I am her immediate leader now. I used to be her colleague. I have never had a deep relationship with her, but after getting along for a long time, I still know her character and interpersonal relationship. Some. She doesn't have any friends in the big performance club and our folk club."
"Why?" Mingshu thought of Li Hongmei for a moment.
Han Mingming looked embarrassed, "Because she is... less talented, and then... too hardworking."
Mingshu was quite surprised, "Because of lack of talent and diligence, isolated by everyone?"
"I have never targeted her, it's not that I isolated her." Han Mingming immediately picked himself up, "It's because she doesn't match the personality of most of us and doesn't get along with her. Over time, she seems to be separated from the whole group. outside."
Mingshu asked: "You said just now that Sha Chun has no talent. How should this talent be defined in your Chinese orchestra? I went to see your performance on Saturday night, at the Jiangnan Theater."
Hearing this, Han Mingming frowned nervously, "Have you seen our performance..."
"Sha Chun, is she playing the guzheng?" Mingshu said: "She is so immersed in playing, she can see that she likes music, likes the guzheng, and several songs have her. I can't see that she has no talent."
Han Mingming showed a surprised expression, "You pay so much attention to her?"
"It's just a professional habit." Mingshu said, "I didn't know she would be killed at that time. Director Han, you haven't explained your so-called 'talent'."
Han Mingming was silent for half a minute, "Sha Chun's comprehension is not very good, and in layman's terms, he has no aura. In the field of art, without aura, he really can't go far. Sha Chun has almost no original things, and his learning is relatively slow. , After she joined the group, she almost always followed others and imitated others. Yes, in fact, I can see that she really likes guzheng and other ethnic musical instruments. But it is not enough to like her, her talent is not enough to support her this liking."
Mingshu touched his chin with his thumb and did not agree with Han Mingming's words.
If a person's talent cannot support her liking, should she give up
Is it a matter of talent whether you like it or not
This is too superficial and too utilitarian.
"Saturday's performance, she did a lot of songs, but do you know why?" Han Mingming said, "Sha Chun asked for it. She played, not because she was good, but because she practiced, and others did not. I haven't practiced. It's just a preview now, and the staff isn't actually the staff at the official performance. If Sha Chun doesn't have an accident, she'll have to hand over some of the songs to someone else when it's time for the official performance."
Mingshu interrupted, "To whom? Who else is playing the guzheng in the orchestra?"
Han Mingming was stunned for a moment, and said nervously, "Do you think they have something to do with Sha Chun's murder?"
Mingshu did not answer directly, "I have to have a preliminary understanding of everyone in your orchestra."
Han Mingming called out the names of the six people, and the recorder recorded them one by one.
Mingshu said again: "The talent has already been said, what about diligence? For example, how diligent is Sha Chun?"
Han Mingming thought for a while, "She often takes the initiative to work overtime. We practice a new piece of music together. She is always the last to leave, and sometimes asks us to stay and practice with her. To be honest, this is quite offensive. For most For people, work is just work, not a dream. Occasionally it’s okay to delay personal time because of work, and no one can afford it for a long time.”
"She won't force you to practice together?" Mingshu said.
"That's not true, she doesn't have the power, but..." Han Mingming paused for a while, "but the higher-ups looked at it, why did Sha Chun work overtime alone? What about the others? By doing this, she was actually putting everyone on the line. On fire. It's like a single doctor who spends all his time at work, and other doctors can't do it, and other doctors are kidnapped by morality. It's really unfair."
Mingshu could see that Han Mingming had already brought obvious personal emotions.
After Han Mingming finished speaking, he also realized that he had gone too far, and explained to himself, "This is the opinion of many of us, not mine alone."
Mingshu nodded and asked, "In the folk music club, is Sha Chun the only member who is not talented enough?"
Han Mingming said, "That's not true."
Mingshu's eyes are meaningful.
Han Mingming understood it and said eagerly: "Actually, there are few talented people, as long as the untalented ones don't stand out like this, it's fine. The problem with Sha Chun is that she has no talent, but she continues to gain attention with her diligence and hard work. , I don't want to be as peaceful as someone like her..."
"I understand." Mingshu said: "People who are not talented enough should be willing to be mediocre, not to work hard, and not to strive for it, right? Once they work hard, they will become aliens in the eyes of others, right?"
Han Mingming's mouth was half open, but he couldn't speak for a long time.
In the conference room, the team members were having a heated discussion about the known clues. Mingshu came back to his senses and was about to speak when he saw Xing Mu running in.
"Leader, the autopsy report is out."