"How is it? Absolutely amazing, I only want this price—" The boy wearing the gold chain stretched out two fingers and shook them.
The person opposite had dyed yellow hair, afro hair, stood with a cigarette in his mouth, and an old Canon camera hanging around his neck. Seeing his gesture, he blew out a smoke ring, turned around and left without saying a word.
"Don't, don't mind, take a look first!" The boy was anxious, and chased after her and stuffed the photo into her arms.
"It's definitely worth the price, or else... I'll give you a discount... You can help me write a few more sets of papers..."
With a cigarette in her hand, the woman looked at him with a half-smile: "Okay, no more than a thousand yuan, give me the test paper."
Taking advantage of the time when the boy lowered his head to flip through his schoolbag, the woman turned the photo over, and it looked like a candid shot, the pixels were not very clear, but well, the blurrier the social news, the better, only blurriness can attract people's daydreams.
The woman in the photo is Ding Xue, and the one lying on top of her is another man whose name cannot be named.
However, it looks familiar, but I just can't remember who it is, it's not her husband anyway.
"This is..." She deliberately shook the photo in disgust.
The boy handed over the test paper: "Extramarital affair! This is our principal, what a breaking news, I even thought out the headline for you, and I'll call it——Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School, a well-known beautiful teacher cheated on her superior, and was murdered for love!"
He was talking complacently when the woman stuffed the photo into her bag and pointed at him unintentionally: "Hey, who is that? Is it your teacher?"
The boy turned his head subconsciously, and the woman ran away.
"No-fuck! Shit!"
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly came back to his senses. The woman had already run to the bus stop at the school gate. The bus just arrived. waved.
The boy was so angry that he spit on the ground a few times: "Damn, don't let me see you from now on!"
Lin Yan put down the newspaper in his hand, walked out of the newsstand, and raised his hand to hail a taxi: "Follow the bus ahead."
After the vice-principal, Song Yuhang visited several other teachers one after another, saying "I'm sorry I don't know" or "I'm not familiar with Teacher Ding" and other prevarications.
When asked if the deceased had any conflicts with others, almost everyone gave the same answer.
"No, Teacher Ding is a very nice person, but she is very close to a student, you know, it's taboo in school..."
That expression of hesitation and hesitation made people fall in love.
Song Yuhang closed his notebook and decided to meet this student named Weekend for a while.
"Hello? Editor-in-Chief, ehhhhh...you said..." The woman nodded and bowed as she walked, "Me? I'm out to catch wind."
"What the hell can you do? You can't write a good article! It's all about petty things! We want to be hot! Do you understand what is hot?! We want to catch people's attention! This month's sales can't increase, you Fuck pack me up and get out!"
A middle-aged man's roar could be heard next to his ear, Ning Que took the phone a little further away, still with a hippie smile on his face.
"Yes, yes, I understand, don't worry, this time is definitely a big selling point, I just got the big news about the female teacher who died in Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School—"
Before she could finish her sentence, someone blocked her way forward, casting a shadow on the sidewalk floor tiles.
She raised her head slowly, and the woman stood with her arms folded, looking at her with a half-smile, her face was very attractive, but her expression was a bit malicious.
Ning Que secretly thought it was not good, could it be that he is a colleague
When she was going to go around, she took a step and Lin Yan took a step, she went to the left and Lin Yan also went left, she went to the right and Lin Yan also went to the right.
Ning Que cleared his throat and put on a flattering smile: "This is... looking for me?"
Lin Yan paused, pointing to the bag on her back: "Give me the photo"
The woman gripped the backpack strap tightly: "Coming together? Then you should know the rules, exclusive reports are impossible—"
Lin Yan took out a few red bills from his wallet and shook them: "Money is the rule, take the money and get out, and leave the photos for me."
Ning Que was thinking a lot, the stack of money was quite a lot, but it couldn't compare to the stability of the long-term meal ticket at work. If the sales of the magazine really don't increase this time, she will be the first one to be opened. The job he finally found in Jiangcheng must not be dismissed so easily.
"Okay, okay" Ning Que said, went to touch his bag, and slowly took it out.
Lin Yan became a little impatient: "Hurry up"
Before she could finish her sentence, a thick stack of manuscript paper flew towards her, spreading out to block her sight, and Ning Que ran away.
Seeing that she was about to do the same old trick again, and jumped onto the motorcycle to solicit customers, Lin Yan chased after her in two or three steps, and kicked her in the back. Ning Que rolled down the road, and pedestrians scattered like birds and beasts.
She dragged the man back by dragging her collar, slapped her face with the money, and said in a cold tone, "If you don't eat a toast, you will be fined."
Seeing that she was weak and strong, Ning Que struggled a few times, and she sat down on her back. Ning Que was almost crushed to death, rolled his eyes to the sky, and almost foamed at the mouth.
Lin Yan held her head with one hand to prevent her from moving, and pulled the backpack off her arm with the other hand, opened it and looked through it. There was a camera recorder or something, and a photo was stuffed in the innermost interlayer. She took it out and put it in her pocket.
Ning Que still wanted to struggle, but she grabbed her hair and lifted it up: "You're still young for playing hooligan with my old lady, do you know who I am? I'm the hooligan's ancestor!"
"Let you go this time, get out!"
After she finished speaking, she let go of the person and stood up. From a distance, a patrolling policeman ran over with an electric baton: "What are you doing?!"
Lin Yan took two steps back: "No...no reason"
After speaking, he ran away, faster than a rabbit.
Only then did Ning Que stand up with the support of the police: "Are you all right? Did you lose something? Follow me to the police station and make a record. We will definitely help you find it back."
Lin Yan's kick was really heavy, and her back was numb from the shock. Ning Que brushed off the policeman's hand, and limped to pick up the scattered objects and papers on the ground.
"It's okay, no need"
She looked at the direction where Lin Yan was leaving, and crumpled the manuscript paper vigorously.
"Hello, is anyone there?" Song Yuhang knocked lightly on the door twice, but no one responded. She took a step back and looked at the whole building.
This is the west district of Jiangcheng City, and it is across a river from the east district, but it is very different.
It is said that the building is just a three-storey bungalow, with clothes of adults and children hanging on the outside, and the sky is divided by wires and spider webs.
The alley was cramped, and she could only accommodate electric vehicles to pass by. Not far from her feet was a sewage ditch, which stinks to the sky.
My weekend home is here. The shanty under the bungalow, made of iron sheets, is scalding hot in the sun, and a pot of dying sunflowers is placed at the door.
Song Yuhang turned around and looked in through the rusty window. The curtains were drawn inside the room, and it was pitch black.
Her eyes fell on the iron lock hanging on the door, and she took out a wire from her bag.
"Have you thrown away everything?" The colorful lights in the KTV flickered, making his face turn blue and white.
The boy buried his head and gave a low "hmm".
"Good job, like this, I know you are short of money, you can use the money, and tell me if you don't have enough money"
There is a stack of RMB on the table, which is quite a lot.
The boy still buried his head unmoved.
So the person who spoke gave him a push: "I said, are you stupid? You really want to tell—"
He stopped abruptly, swallowed his saliva, and said another way: "The college entrance examination is less than a month away, you should think clearly, you have been studying for so many years, no matter how hard you work, you are about to get ahead Just give up like this?"
"Are you willing to live like this for the rest of your life, being a wimp and a poor man?"
The boy's throat moved, and his voice was hoarse: "That's also—"
"You are different from people like us. As for me, it doesn't matter if you don't pass the university entrance examination. At worst, you can go abroad to get a diploma. If you don't pass the university entrance examination, you will never be able to get ahead in your life. Do you really want to live in the university for the rest of your life?" In your pigsty?"
"Xiao Zhou, do you know why people want to learn? What they say is to establish a heart for the world, to establish a life for the people, to inherit the knowledge of the past saints, and to bring peace to all generations-in fact, it is all false. It is good to have such an idea, but It doesn't matter"
"Because most of us have exhausted all our energy just to live, so we study hard just to live better, to change our life, to buy what we want, to pursue the person we like "
"Success is not the only way to study, but reading is indeed a shortcut to success. It does not require you to pay the cost, it only requires you to work hard and work hard. Xiao Zhou, the teacher does not want you to drop out of school, you have to work hard "
The words are still in my ears, but the old man has been buried in the ground forever.
The boy covered his head with his hands, and let out a fragile cry from his throat.
The music was playing loudly in the box, and no one stopped him from venting. After a while, the music stopped. The boy slowly raised his head, his eyes fell on the RMB in front of him, his throat moved, and he reached out to take it. come over.
At noon, each team returned to the team and opened a brief case analysis.
First, Zheng Chengrui: "I checked the computer used by the deceased Ding Xue, and there was nothing abnormal, but when I checked the commonly used communication tools, I found that there were traces of chat records being deleted."
Song Yuhang propped his chin and leaned on the chair: "With whom? When will you recover?"
A photo was enlarged on the screen. The man was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, a suit and leather shoes, and his figure was slightly fat.
"The current principal of Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School, Ge Jun"
Song Yuhang understood: "This Ge Jun went on a business trip to the provincial capital on the day of the incident last Friday. He is suspected of committing the crime. Send someone to contact the provincial department. Please come back to drink tea and chat."
Zhang Jinhai held his teacup and paused for a moment: "I'm afraid it's inappropriate. After all, he is the principal of a key middle school in the city and a representative of the National People's Congress. Let's wait until the chat records are recovered and there is conclusive evidence."
Everyone looked at Song Yuhang, but she didn't say anything, she turned the pen in her hand with a calm expression.
"What do you gain from the second group?"
An investigator stood up holding a notebook: "We visited several of the largest flea markets in this city, but none of them found a mobile phone of the same model as the deceased Ding Xue's. This type of mobile phone is just on the market and the price is not cheap. It should be available soon." It’s not easy to make a move.”
Another investigator continued: "In addition, we also went to the home of the deceased Ding Xue's mother, and learned that the marriage relationship between the deceased Ding Xue and her husband was relatively harmonious. They had quarreled but there was no domestic violence."
Fang Xin also stood up: "Through the interview and investigation of the neighbors, the situation is true. The deceased Ding Xue and Sun Xiangming did not quarrel very much. Moreover, on the night of the incident, Sun Xiangming had an alibi."
Fang Xin showed a transcript, which was made by the neighbor next door to Sun Xiangming's house. According to him, he worked overtime that night, and when he got home, it was past twelve o'clock in the morning. .
"We also went to the food stall downstairs to investigate. It was indeed Sun Xiangming's meal. We also asked the manager of Sun Xiangming's unit. He was indeed assigned work that night. It is not a lie that he worked overtime at home."
Song Yuhang frowned: "What about video surveillance?"
"This is the surveillance at the entrance of the building in the community. We watched it all night and didn't dare to blink. We really haven't seen him come out."
"Is there another channel?"
"No, we checked. The fire escape is also next to the unit door. If you want to go out, you have to go under this camera."
"So Sun Xiangming doesn't match the motive or time of committing the crime, and there is also an alibi. Team Song, the surveillance on him should be removed."
Zhang Jinhai looked over, the two of them often had disagreements, Song Yuhang was a little more aggressive in investigating cases, Zhang Ze was a little more conservative, but his position was one level higher than hers, and most of the time, unless Song Yuhang insisted, he would listen to him.
really.
The person sitting opposite nodded: "I have no objection"
At this time, the video was placed at the section where the deceased Ding Xue came out. The camera was located in front of the unit building, so it was clearly captured.
I saw her stumbling, flustered, and kept looking behind her, but there was no one behind her.
"Stop, rewind and play again"
Zheng Chengrui pressed pause, and the video went backwards.
I saw her running out in a panic again. There was no one around, but she seemed to have seen a ghost. This scene gave people goosebumps for no reason.
Song Yuhang frowned: "Why is she running?"
"Is it because you are rushing to school?"
"Teachers are no strangers to students fighting, why are they so excited?"
"Stop-zoom in" Song Yuhang was attracted by her frequent movements of turning her head.
Who is chasing her
Or, what is she afraid of
The people watching this video were confused, and Zhang Jinhai also frowned: "In short, let's do this first, and suspend the investigation of Sun Xiangming for now. He is a murderer, and the case still needs to be based on evidence.”
Everyone nodded in agreement.
"I suggest that the next step of the investigation should focus on this student named "Weekend" and Ge Jun. The technical investigation side should pay close attention to recovering the chat records as soon as possible."
"Yes, Team Zhang." Zheng Chengrui raised his chubby paws and saluted.
The pen in Song Yuhang's hand turned around and stopped at her fingertips. She was sitting loosely with her chin propped up, but now she sat up straight and stared at the monitor.
"I also watched the surveillance. She walked out of No. 1 Middle School at about 10:30. It is reasonable to go home at this time, but she went in the completely opposite direction."
It was a small road, and the municipal facilities were incomplete, and the monitoring was cut off after walking about 500 meters.
Song Yuhang's pen tapped twice on the table: "Let's boldly assume that she was not dumped in Lianchi Park, but went there by herself, so why did she go to Lianchi Park at this time?"
Zhang Jinhai took a sip of tea, and asked someone to add: "It is not ruled out that the deceased Ding Xue had some kind of ulterior relationship with Ge Jun, and we really need to investigate carefully."
The general direction of the investigation was correct, so she didn't say any more, she glanced casually, and found an empty seat in the technical investigation: "Where's Forensic Doctor Lin?"
Fang Xin hurriedly answered, "I'm tinkering with equipment in the pathological anatomy room."