"When was the last time you saw her?" In the city bureau, Song Yuhang asked someone to sit down and poured her a cup of hot tea.
The woman held the paper cup and wiped the corners of her eyes with a tissue, sobbing and unable to speak.
The man who followed her gently patted her on the back, and coaxed her softly: "Stop crying, and explain the matter clearly to the police first."
Song Yuhang was not anxious or irritable, waiting for the family members to ease their emotions.
After crying for a while, the woman murmured, "Yesterday afternoon was the last time I saw her."
"What time, what are you going to do?" She was in charge of asking, and the little policeman next to her was scribbling.
"About five or six o'clock, I'll deliver food to her, and by the way... I'll discuss with her about repeating her studies."
Song Yuhang raised his eyes and glanced at her.
When it comes to "repeating" the woman seems to have opened up the chatterbox: "I think it's good for a girl to study an ordinary major in English or Chinese, and she will be able to take the public exam in the future. She insists on studying art, and she wants to go to the Academy of Fine Arts. She has been studying since childhood. There were a lot of fights about it when I was a kid."
People are dead, and I still think about the short stories of those parents in the past.
Song Yuhang's calm face pulled her away from nagging her daughter to the case: "How long have you been here?"
"In less than an hour, I quarreled with her again, and I slammed the door and left in a fit of anger." The woman wiped her tears and sobbed: "If I knew I was gone, she would have committed suicide. She Even if you tell me to leave, I won't leave..."
The man seemed to be her current husband. He put his arms around her shoulders and wiped her tears: "Don't cry, it's not your fault... Linlin... oh..."
He let out a long sigh, and said with a sad face: "If you cry again and ruin your health, Xiaobao will have no one to take care of you."
Only then did the woman pull herself together, and Song Yuhang continued to ask, "Have you ever thought of committing suicide before? How is your relationship with others at school? What about your usual personality?"
There was a trace of grief on the woman's face: "When the admission letter for the college entrance examination came out, I forced her to go to school. She cried and said, "If it's not for the Academy of Fine Arts, it's better to die." I also... also I didn't take it seriously... who... who knew!"
The man interjected at this time: "You can't blame her mother entirely. Her mother is also doing it for her own good. How can she study fine arts and pass the public security exam in the future? It's because she wants her to live her life in peace and stability. Who knew that this child would be so stubborn. In the end, we were the ones who compromised, and agreed to let her repeat the exam, you said she...what did she do, didn't she deliberately let her mother live with guilt for the rest of her life?"
Don't feel guilty sooner or later, only feel guilty after death. If Lin Yan was here, he would have yelled at him long ago.
But Song Yuhang just calmly took out an evidence bag from the file bag, put it on the table and pushed it over.
"Look at this medicine, do you recognize it?"
There is a small medicine bottle in the transparent bag, with English names and complicated chemical names on it. The two took it over and glanced at it, then shook their heads.
The girl's mother was still sobbing: "This... what kind of medicine is this? I haven't heard that she is sick."
"Sertraline hydrochloride, also known as Zoloft, is the first choice for antidepressants." Song Yuhang said lightly.
"A hospital report was also found from her home, and she was diagnosed with severe depression."
Like a bolt from the blue, the girl's mother cried into tears: "Why... why... why didn't you tell mom when you were sick... silly boy... you are killing mom!"
Song Yuhang put away his things and handed over a tissue: "My condolences."
Years of criminal investigation work have allowed her to retain enough sympathy for the victims, but she has always been unable to sympathize with the families of the victims.
No snowflake is innocent during an avalanche.
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"When did you and your wife divorce?" The man was sitting in the reception room, answering the phone and sending messages from time to time.
Song Yuhang had just finished speaking when another phone call came. The man waved his hand to signal her to talk later, and turned his face away.
"Hello? About the company? Don't you have to deal with the company's affairs? I can't just leave for a while? Then what do you want your employees to do? What? The other party said that the general manager must attend the meeting before he would take over. This list?"
The man looked irritated: "Okay, okay, then you tell them, I will go there in the afternoon!"
Song Yuhang waited for him to finish speaking.
The man put his mobile phone into the inner pocket of his suit: "Sorry, I'm busy at work... Her mother and I divorced very early, probably in junior high school. write her name."
"Has your daughter thought of committing suicide recently?"
The man shook his head, with a trace of sadness on his face: "I don't know about this... I'm divorced, and I rarely see their wives, and I don't meet them a few times throughout the year. How do I know this?"
…
Well, it seems that there is nothing to ask.
A woman still knows how to cry, but a man probably only cares about his business.
Several criminal policemen accompanying the questioning looked at each other and shrugged.
"According to the regulations, you can go to see your daughter for the last time."
Hearing what she said, the man struggled, and after a while he gritted his teeth and said, "Forget it, if you don't watch it, it will make you sad."
Song Yuhang got up and shook hands with him: "Thank you for your cooperation, we will contact you anytime if necessary."
"Okay, you're welcome, hard work, hard work."
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"What?! The family members don't agree to the autopsy? No, I have to go—" Lin Yan said as he was about to rush out, but was stopped by someone.
"Go, what are you going to do, are you arguing with someone?"
As soon as Song Yuhang finished speaking, Lin Yan still wanted to tease her, but Zhang Jinhai walked in with a teacup.
"We have studied this case. Through the investigation of the scene, the visits to the surrounding people, and the investigation of the surveillance video, we have ruled out any signs of homicide, and it can be concluded that it was a suicide."
"The He Miao case is an exception after all, and forensic doctor Lin should not be like a soldier."
"Why did I become a soldier, isn't it the duty and duty of the police to pursue the truth?" Lin Yan retorted.
"Yes, the problem is that you did the autopsy yourself. Did you find out any doubts? If there are any doubts, it's okay, let's continue to investigate without further ado!"
The captain of the criminal investigation team and the main person in charge of the technical investigation fought, and the subordinates bowed their heads in tacit understanding, keeping silent like a cicada, and Song Yuhang also frowned.
"I—" Lin Yan choked for a moment. Indeed, the post-mortem examination found no suspicious points, no trauma or traces of sexual assault, and the hymen was completely intact.
She thought for a while, and then said another way: "There are some doubts that cannot be found through a simple autopsy. I have to do an autopsy."
"Yes, the public security organs have the right to decide on the autopsy and notify the family members to attend the scene. The problem is that it can only be done when it is confirmed as a criminal case or when doubts are clearly raised. You have nothing here now. How can I raise it with the family members. Miss, Investigating the case is not your wishful thinking, we have to respect the facts, the wishes of the family members, and the public opinion, if everyone is dead, why don’t you leave a whole body for them?”
Zhang Jinhai's words were well-founded, and she also pointed out her spoiled and willful young lady's temper.
Someone below laughed lightly.
Lin Yan couldn't hold back his face, and was about to rush up to make a move, but someone grabbed his wrist and dragged him out of the meeting room.
"Let go of me! Let go!" Lin Yan struggled and was dragged up to the rooftop, Song Yuhang finally let go, looking at her panting.
"He's right. If you can't find any suspicious points, it can't be classified as a criminal case. The family members don't have the will to do an autopsy. It's illegal for you to do an autopsy, and you have to bear the responsibility."
I don't know why, but when others persuaded her, she could bear it. Even Song Yuhang said the same, and her anger came up immediately.
"I broke the law? What did the law do for the victims? Sun Xiangming couldn't be sanctioned, Ding Xue and Li Shiping couldn't be saved, even the vulture who hurt He Miao died, and the uncle who betrayed her was released after three to five years of detention to continue the family of three. And Meimei!"
"What about the deceased?! Only this life! Who will protect their rights?! If you want me to say, Fan Lin's death was caused by her parents' long-term indifference, and they are the indirect murderers!"
"Does the law work?" Lin Yan spat fiercely: "It's useless! No matter how much I try to pursue the responsibility, the cold corpse lying in front of me will never come back, and I won't be able to see it."
"The law is useless, but the conscience is in the heart." Song Yuhang held her shoulders and looked at her: "It is true that not every pair of parents in the world is a qualified parent. Fan Lin died. Did you not see her mother crying in front of me?" It's so miserable, and the mountain of guilt will be with you for the rest of your life, so it's a little easier than physical pain."
"Lin Yan, you can't look at the problem so one-sidedly. Will you give up the pursuit of the truth because the law is useless?"
Lin Yan moved her lips, she had answered for her.
"You won't. The law is only the last bottom line of human society. No one can cross it. Crossing this line is a crime. The purpose of our police existence is not only to maintain social order, but also to bring those who cross the line one by one. Take it according to the law."
"You say the law is useless, you see—"
Song Yuhang dragged her to the edge of the rooftop.
In the peaceful and prosperous age, there was a lot of traffic and a constant stream.
The white dove streaked across the sky above their heads and dropped a feather.
"You can stand here, how can the law be completely useless."
Lin Yan pursed her lower lip tightly, and the cool wind from the rooftop blew through her hair, which also slightly dissipated some of the depression in her heart.
She reached out and took out a cigarette and lit it, holding it to her lips, lying on the railing, her high heels lit on the ground.
"I just think, why don't you have to pass the test to be a parent? Even if a stranger dies, you should..."
"It's true that empathy is a human instinct, but it's not an instinct that everyone has. We can't demand harsh treatment of others, we can only try our best to be worthy of our hearts."
She reached out her hand and asked Lin Yan for a cigarette, then slightly lowered her head and leaned forward to borrow the fire for the cigarette.
Touching Lin Yan's eyes and close lips in the smog, Song Yuhang quickly backed away and took a few puffs to inhale the flame.
"However, I still think it's good to be able to empathize. Everything has a soul, and it can make me feel that I am a living person, not a walking dead. People who can empathize can experience joys and sorrows better than others, and are easier to obtain than others. Pure joy."
Lin Yan dismissed it, and leaned on the railing with a cigarette in his mouth: "Then according to what you said, it is easier for me to be happy. How come all I feel is pain?"
Song Yuhang exhaled a puff of smoke ring, looked at her indifferently: "Remember my father?"
Lin Yan turned around. Although she still looked like a fool, Song Yuhang could clearly see a trace of loneliness in her eyes.
"No, why do I think he is, I just think, since these people hate children so much, they don't intend to be responsible for him after birth, and they don't have the consciousness to grow old with their children, so why give birth to him? .”
There was a hint of sarcasm in her tone: "It might as well be on the toilet paper."
The cigarette in his hand almost burned his fingers, and Song Yuhang pressed it on the railing to extinguish it.
"I can't comment on what kind of person your father is. Let me just talk about my dad. My dad was a special police officer. During his lifetime, he won third-class merit four times, second-class merit twice, and special merit once. When I was ten years old, he In an operation to cooperate with the Border Anti-drug Corps to fight drugs, he died in order to cover his teammates."
"It can be said that in my long teenage years, he was absent from almost all my parents' meetings, big and small, and never accompanied me to a playground. I took the high school entrance examination, college entrance examination, entered the police academy, and participated in work... everything in life needs parents. He never showed up at the important moment of accompanying him."
"For a period of time, I watched others call "Dad, Dad", act like a baby with my father, and be coaxed on my knees. I also wondered why this person suddenly appeared in my life, and I wanted to call him Dad. , he couldn’t give me any real companionship.”
"But it's okay, Lin Yan." She turned around and called her name.
"What you don't understand now, what you don't understand, one day, time will tell you the answer."
Lin Yan was stunned, and met her eyes, those light brown eyes seemed to have magical powers, calming her turbulent mood easily.
The smoke burned her fingers, and she flinched, the ash fell from her fingertips, and her snow-white skin quickly turned red.
"Hiss... it hurts."
Lin Yan seemed to have just come to his senses, and threw away the brown sugar. Song Yuhang had already taken her hand and put it to his lips, blowing gently.
"Are you okay? Why are you so careless?"
The hot air gently brushed over the fingers, and the place where it was burned was even more itchy.
Lin Yan withdrew his hand like an electric shock: "It's okay..."
"I have burn ointment on the table, I'll bring it to you later."
"No, it's not that delicate." Lin Yan said, taking a deep breath secretly to calm down, and brought the topic back to the case.
"Do you think this case has anything in common with the He Miao case?"
"They all committed suicide, and they all left their last words at the scene, and..." She thought of the cartoons drawn by He Miao and the whale in Fan Lin's phone album.
"They all share a common interest, the ocean or whales."
As expected of the captain of the criminal investigation, he was thoughtful and thoughtful, drawing inferences about other cases from one instance.
A smile appeared on the corner of Lin Yan's lips, and quickly suppressed that arc.
"I don't know if these doubts are enough to reopen the case for investigation and allow the family to agree to an autopsy."
Song Yuhang shook his head: "No, it's too subjective and illusory. We have to find tangible evidence to prove that these two cases are related before the organization agrees to reopen the case for investigation."
"Could it be related to the man in black, the one you saw on the Green Mansion?" Lin Yan asked.
Song Yuhang thought for a while and said, "At first I thought that person was Vulture or one of Vulture's subordinates, but Operation Aurora was a great success, and the criminal gangs were wiped out. It is impossible for any fish to slip through the net."
Lin Yan hasn't told her the test results yet.
"Have you ever thought about it, what if there is really one?"
Song Yuhang raised his eyes to meet hers, and only said five words: "I believe in Zhao Ting."
Lin Yan smiled ironically and said nothing more.
"I think it's better for us to cut out the complicated and simplify. Don't think too complicated. Let's start with this case. It's not too late to get the evidence that can prove that the two suicide cases are connected before filing the case for investigation."
Lin Yan nodded: "In that case, I'll go to Fan Lin's alma mater."
Song Yuhang stopped her: "It's better for you to stay in the city bureau."
The last assassination still left her with lingering fears.
Lin Yan smiled: "As for it? I'm fine, really..."
Song Yuhang rarely showed a helpless expression: "Be obedient, I have more important things for you to do."
Lin Yan withdrew her arm from her, and she didn't know why, she always felt as if since last night, this person wanted to have some physical contact with her from time to time, and what was the doting tone What happened!
She is not a child anymore.
Lin Yan thought so, but it was still useful: "What do you mean?"
"Go to the file room and search for nearly three months..." Song Yuhang frowned: "No, it's still a year, all the detailed files about the suicide case."
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"Basically all of Fan Lin's paintings are here." Fan Lin's art teacher handed her a stack of albums.
Song Yuhang took it with both hands: "Thank you."
The art teacher took off his glasses and wiped off the fog on them: "It's a pity, that kid worked really hard, and he's only two points away. It's okay to continue next year. Why can't he figure it out."
Song Yuhang didn't speak, and flipped through two pages hastily. They were all gouache paintings, with blue sky and white clouds, mountains, rivers and lakes, and an endless blue sea. He was indeed a smart kid with amazing talents.
"She was the one who drew the blackboard drawings in this classroom. See things and think about people!" The elderly teacher put on his glasses and said with a long sigh.
Song Yuhang looked back, and his whole body was shocked.
Only blue gouache is used to draw the rough sea on the huge blackboard, and even the waves are realistically undulating.
A white whale lies on the sea level and is spitting bubbles.
Even though it was an extremely quiet and beautiful picture, she suddenly had goosebumps all over her body.
Because she had seen this picture in He Miao's homework.
Song Yuhang took out his mobile phone and quickly took a picture.
After briefly asking the art teacher some questions, Song Yuhang got up to say goodbye to her.
When I walked to the corridor, I saw the door of the men's bathroom at the end of the corridor. Several children pressed the wastebasket on the head of another boy and kicked it.
"Waste is waste. The guy who came last in the monthly exam still wants to go to Ocean University. Dream on you, bah!"
"Hello—" Song Yuhang strode over.
Seeing someone coming, several boys looked at each other and scattered like birds and beasts.
"Hurry up, hurry up, someone is coming."
Before Song Yuhang reached out to help him, the boy who was beaten had already got up by himself, covered his face, and limped down the stairs.
"It's okay, thank you."
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In the dark and cramped room, the computer was shining with a faint blue light, and the host was humming.
A line of words appeared in the dialog box in front of me: Moby Whale, I was beaten again, I don't want to live anymore, why are they bullying me, obviously I did nothing wrong.
Hands on the keyboard, rough, wrinkled and age spots.
"It's okay, it's not your fault, the world is damned, it doesn't matter if you can't figure it out, kid, come to me, Moby Dick will tell you the answer."
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When Song Yuhang returned to the Municipal Bureau with the picture album, Lin Yan was still in the archives room, and the table was full of files.
"Look, look, I don't know if I don't see it, I'm shocked. In recent years, the suicide rate in Jiangcheng City has been terribly high, and..." Lin Yan paused. He didn't sleep well last night, and he stayed up all afternoon. Close your eyes, the dark circles under your eyes are as heavy as a panda.
"Almost mostly teenage students."
Song Yuhang handed her the lunch box in his hand: "Thanks for your hard work, you can eat something first, I will continue to tidy up."
Investigating case files is a labor-intensive task. It has to be pulled out from the mountains of old cases and put away in different categories. Lin Yan looked dizzy all afternoon, and his stomach grumbled.
She looked at the boxed lunch without moving, and her eyes wandered: "Don't be a roadside stall again, I don't want to eat it."
Song Yuhang smiled, sat down across from her, reached out and took the case file she had organized and flipped through it: "It's not a roadside stall, I called home specially to ask my mother to do it."
Lin Yan muttered: "Didn't you go to school?"
Song Yuhang coughed lightly: "Anyway, I'm driving, and I'm going along the way."
"Tsk tsk tsk, I even took a short errand to go home for dinner on the way to work. I left my post without authorization and didn't do my job properly."
While talking, Lin Yan suppressed the smile on his lips, and lifted the lid of the lunch box. The rice and vegetables were opened separately, and there was a corn rib soup, and the rice was topped with bright red and oily braised prawns.
Lin Yan's appetite was immediately hooked.
Song Yuhang looked at her, smacked his mouth twice, and turned the pen in his hand: "Tsk, if I knew you were slandering me, I wouldn't have brought it for you. I didn't eat a single bite myself."
As soon as she finished speaking, a pair of chopsticks stretched out in front of her, holding a shiny prawn.
Song Yuhang was startled, thinking that she was going to eat for himself, a gentle arc appeared on the corner of his lips: "No, I won't eat—"
Miss Lin had a natural and fearless expression: "Who said I will eat it for you, do you think my delicate hands are suitable for peeling shrimp?"
Song Yuhang gritted his teeth: "I was wrong, I shouldn't have brought it for you."
That being said, when Lin Yan handed over the gloves, she still took them, put down the file and started peeling the shrimps while disgusted.
"I said, these are not the gloves you use to touch the corpse."
Lin Yan rolled his eyes and flew over: "Get lost, is my mother such a careless person?"
Song Yuhang peeled her while eating. Under the dim light, she sat on her side to avoid the soup splashing on the case file. She looked at the case file seriously, but her hands kept moving, and she put the peeled shrimp into the bowl for her.
Maybe the light was too soft, and the light covered her side face with a layer of glaze.
Lin Yan tasted her mother's handicrafts, and she specially brought back her heart for her. In this quiet archive room, there was an inexplicable illusion of a quiet time.
When she put the shrimp into her bowl again, Lin Yan picked it up: "Ah—open your mouth."
She stretched her arms to reach, resting a hand on her chin.
Song Yuhang obeyed her words and swallowed instinctively. Before he could swallow, the door of the file room was swung open.
The lights are bright, and everyone is watching.
shock!
Song Yuhang, the head of the Criminal Investigation Detachment of the Jiangcheng City Bureau, and Lin Yan, the Chief Prosecutor of the Technical Investigation Division, openly confronted each other!
"I'm in Love with My Enemy" Fang Xin even thought of the title for them, showing an unbelievable auntie smile.
The two who followed were heartbroken.
"Lin... Sister Lin..." Duan Cheng wanted to cry but had no tears: "I... I have no chance?"
Zheng Chengrui: "It's too much! Why don't you invite us to eat delicious food!"
"..."
"..."
Lin Yan was still sitting on the table, quickly let go, the chopsticks fell off, and he had already returned to the chair to sit, with an expression on his face that I am not, I don't have you, don't talk nonsense.
Before Song Yuhang swallowed a mouthful of prawns, he felt choked and panicked, so he grabbed the cup on the table and started pouring water.
Lin Yan looked distressed: "Then...that's mine."
"Pfft—cough cough!" Song Yuhang turned his back and began to cough, his ears turned red, and the adulterous relationship between the two became more and more confirmed.
The suspicious eyes of the three people turned back and forth between the two of them, and they said in unison: "Why don't I know when your relationship has become so good that you can sit at the same table for dinner?"
The cup that Song Yuhang drank was still put aside.
Lin Yan stood up and packed his things: "I, I'm full, you guys do your work first, I'll go back to the office."
As he said that, he buried his head and picked up the lunch box alone, swept all the garbage on the table into a plastic bag, and hurried out.
Song Yuhang looked at her leaving back, a slight smile appeared on the corners of her lips, she restrained herself very well, and tapped the table with a pen: "Okay, tell me, what's the matter?"
"With so many files, the two of you have to see when to go."
Fang Xin said, pulled out the chair and sat down.
Zheng Chengrui turned on the laptop: "I see if we can use an algorithm to sort it out, it's much faster than handwriting."
Duan Cheng also sat down: "I... I can't help you much, just bring you tea and water."
Song Yuhang looked at the faces of these people, and felt the same goal from the calm or teasing tone.
That is, I want to solve the case, I want to pursue the truth, and I want to make the darkness invisible.
She smiled slightly and opened the case file in her hand: "Then let's go together and speed up."