On the square, it was bleak.
Su Mian put her hands in her trouser pockets and stood beside the "a" mark, frowning in thought.
In the distance, outside the isolation line, there are still many people watching, holding their mobile phones and patting the inside, unable to drive away. Behind her, Han Chen and others were exploring the site, and a large number of appraisers were picking up the flesh and blood on the ground one by one.
A perfect performance, an absurd murder—
These two words flashed through her mind.
And when the murder happened... She raised her eyes again, a was definitely in the crowd at that time, admiring, fleeing, feeling - this was the temptation he couldn't resist, what a fun thing! So he was 100 percent present.
It's just that there are too many people, and he's cunning and safe.
Su Mian snorted softly and turned to leave. The crowd probably also noticed the action of the beautiful police detective, and for a while, the sound of "clicking, clicking" taking pictures behind her continued. Su Mian didn't care at first, but just took two steps, suddenly her heart trembled, remembering what he said that day: I am your dearest brother, a.
She took a step, and a slightly terrifying thought flashed through her mind - would he be in the crowd now, admiring the way she was troubled by the case
The cold air slowly seeped into my heart.
The answer is obvious, very likely!
The opportunity was fleeting, she turned around abruptly, and strode towards the crowd. Bright eyes, like two pools of spring water soaked in cold air, glanced at the crowd. When people saw her coming, there was a jolt, taking pictures and backing down. Su Mian ignored them and just walked through the crowd quickly, looking for them.
Tall, with short hair and long legs, with a clear voice and extremely clear, stray eyes. If she sees him again, she will be able to tell him apart.
But no.
Tall, short, fat, thin, everyone looked at her with interest, but no one had such a pair of eyes.
After searching for a while, there were more and more people around her, and she stopped, gasping for breath.
"Comrade Police Flower, what are you looking for? You're not looking for a suspect, are you?" someone asked.
This remark made the crowd uneasy: "No way?" "No way? Is there really a suspect?"
Su Mian glanced at the person who was questioning. He was a man in his thirties, with a pair of obscene eyes, and dressing up was uncomfortable. So she replied angrily: "Fart! I saw a friend just now, so I came to look for it. Have you seen a man about this height, very young, wearing a hat, good-looking, he has been talking to him just now. Are you filming with me?"
Everyone, look at me, I look at you, all shaking their heads: "I didn't pay attention." "There are too many people, how can I notice." Some people even joked: "A lot of people have been shooting at you."
Su Mian said nothing, thinking that he must have left.
"It's all gone." She greeted the crowd, "Nothing to see."
People didn't surround her anymore, and scattered a lot. Just as she was about to turn around and go back, she raised her head inadvertently, but caught a glimpse of a white thing on a rockery landscape beside the road behind a few people.
She was shocked, and the cells in her body seemed to be on fire - it looked like...
He grabbed it in three or two steps, and it was an envelope. The exquisite texture and elegant pattern were exactly the same as the last one. Su Mian's heartbeat became fast, she raised her head and looked around vigilantly.
No one noticed her, no one was watching.
She picked it up, took it apart, and there was still a thin piece of paper inside.
The handwriting, however, is completely different.
"Sister, that person is a bastard, it's not a pity to kill him, don't be unhappy.
—a”
The handwriting was crooked and crooked, just like the level of elementary school students. So Su Mian can be sure that it is a's own handwriting. The writing was dry, and he had been gone for a while.
—
Su Mian took the letter and slowly walked back to the square.
"What's wrong?" A deep voice sounded above her head.
She raised her head and met Han Chen's eyes.
He wore black gloves, his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and he looked at her lightly.
Su Mian handed over the letter.
He took it and looked at it with no expression on his face. Su Mian had nothing to say about this.
Han Chen recruited a forensic officer, handed the letter to the other party, and then turned to look at her: "The victim came to the square by himself."
"Um?"
With his hands in his trouser pockets, he looked at the pedestrian passage in the square not far away with her: "A witness saw that the victim walked in through the entrance alone at about 7 o'clock, wearing a clown costume at that time. "
Su Mian pondered, "How on earth did a kidnap and coerce him?"
"Continue to investigate him and it will be clear."
Su Mian: "Okay!"
The two were silent for a moment. Han Chen turned his head to look at her, in the autumn wind, her long hair was shawl, her face became whiter and smaller, her lips were rosy and soft, and her whole person looked cold and delicate.
Those dark eyes were piercing.
Han Chen's lips curled slightly.
She took off her gloves and held her hand hanging by her side in the palm of her hand. Su Mian's heart warmed, she looked into his eyes, and held his hand backwards. The two looked at each other and didn't speak.
—
The first victim is Liu Yaohua, 42 years old. He is a self-employed person who owns two small supermarkets. His family is rich, but he is by no means rich. He is an ordinary person in this city.
The investigation on him soon got full results. It turned out to be as stated in a's letter, although he is not a wicked man, he is also a complete bastard in life—
He has a wife who is the same age as him, and a teenage daughter, but he doesn't usually touch the house at all. When he comes back, he beats and scolds his wife and daughter, and he gives very little money. Inside, and also raising mistresses outside.
"I thought he was dead." His wife said, "If it wasn't for my money in those two stores, I would have found a way to get it back, and I would have left him long ago." Although I said that, I heard His wife was still in tears at the news of his death. The daughter who was in middle school was cold and expressionless: "I don't recognize this dad for a long time, let's die."
The survey results of Liu Yaohua's parents and friends showed the same trend. Although the elderly parents were crying hysterically, the neighbors all said: "This unfilial son died well!" It turned out that Liu Yaohua didn't visit his parents for several years. And the savings of the two old people for many years have long been taken away by him.
And the friend who used to do business with him, although he was a little embarrassed when he heard the news of his death, but he was full of contempt and resentment when he mentioned it: "If you say that you are doing business together, and he manages the accounts, the accounts will never match. At that time, my wife gave birth to a child, and I didn't care much about going to the store. It turned out that I lost it, and my 150,000 yuan was lost. The next year, he opened the store by himself, and there was no evidence to sue him. This person... Haha, a good and lonely person, a friend of several years, and since then there is no contact."
As for Liu Yaohua's mistress, she was a timid woman in her thirties. The two's concubine did not find anything unusual. All she knew was that Liu Yaohua went out at eight o'clock last night, saying it was for a massage, but she never came back. She thought he was fooling around outside again, so she didn't care and didn't call him. Who knew that what was waiting was the news of his tragic death...
—
Outside Liu Yaohua's home community, next to two police cars.
It was already noon, and more than 5 hours had passed since the three cases occurred.
Nag and Leng Mian lit their cigarettes as usual and leaned against the car; Xiao Zhuan held a large stack of documents, Han Chen and Su Mian leaned against the other car. Five people do a simple meeting.
"Fuck, how do you investigate this case?" Nagging muttered.
Leng Mian and Su Mian didn't say anything, Xiao Zhuan also felt the same feeling of depression and depression, and nodded vigorously.
"Why can't we check?" Han Chen raised his eyes and looked at them.
With his hands in his trouser pockets and one leg on a wheel, he looked a little cold.
Nag and Xiao Zhuan immediately stopped talking.
Han Chen glanced at the others: "Afraid? Are you stunned by the scenes they made?"
No one spoke.
Su Mian raised her head and looked at him with dark eyes: "There's nothing to fear. No matter how fancy, bloody or sensational they do, I only focus on the evidence of their behavior. As long as it's real evidence of their behavior, they will never deceive people. I can help us catch them. In this respect, what I have to do is no different than catching ordinary criminals."
Her words, her tone, made Nag and Xiao Zhuan's heart tremble slightly.
Han Chen glanced at her and put his hand on the car: "What she said was exactly what I thought. The same is true for the physical evidence. No matter how difficult this case seems, no matter how sophisticated the seven-member group's criminal methods are, the physical evidence will not deceive people. There is no perfect crime, only undiscovered evidence." He looked at Su Mian and repeated her words: "What I'm going to do is no different."
Su Mian looked at his dark eyes, and her heart throbbed.
There is nothing warmer than two people's hearts and souls.
At this time, the cold face on the side said lightly: "Stick to your heart and stay calm."