The criminal investigation detachment of Jiangcheng City was broken up into parts and scattered into the streets and alleys in the form of small groups to conduct inquiries with the family members of the deceased. This is the most basic and important part of daily criminal investigation work.
"Hello, police, did your daughter have exposure to patterns like 'Moby Dick' or 'Ocean' in her lifetime?"
"I don't know, my daughter doesn't live with me."
"OK, thanks."
"Hello, policeman, did you hear your son mention "white whale" and "liberation" before his death?"
The man thought for a while, then took out a diary from the house and handed it to the policeman: "Yes, my son... he had a car accident when he was young, and he suffered from a serious illness. When he came back, he told me that he didn’t want to live anymore and wanted to go to “Moby Dick” for relief. I thought he was just joking, but who knew… This is my son’s diary, if it’s useful, please take it. "
The investigator opened the diary and found a photo on the first page of the boy's handsome face, and he was a little bit disappointed: "Has your son mentioned this "white whale" to you, is it a person or an organization? "
"I worked on the construction site during the day, and came back very late at night, so I basically didn't communicate much." The man thought for a while: "However, he was addicted to the Internet for a while before he passed away. When I came back in the middle of the night, I saw him chatting with people online. Thinking about it, this "white whale" might be a netizen."
Zheng Chengrui took a step forward: "Can I have a look at your son's computer?"
The man opened the bedroom door for them: "Yes, please."
The room is not big, with two bedrooms and one living room, the decoration is simple, and there are signs of water seepage on the ceiling.
The man lives alone and works on the construction site. It seems that his family is not very rich, but he still bought his beloved computer for his son.
Zheng Chengrui gently blew away the dust on the keyboard, pressed the power button, and expertly searched for useful things in the sea of information.
Lines of blue codes flashed across the glasses, and as time passed, he finally extracted the keywords from the vast sea of information.
"Ocean", "Moby Dick", "Relief", "Death".
Along with these words, there is also an encrypted chat room.
He tapped on the keyboard with his fingertips, trying to decipher, everyone held their breath, only to hear a cold prompt, and a big red cross appeared on the screen.
Decryption failed.
A little sweat dripped from the forehead of Zheng Chengrui, he turned his head and asked the victim's father, "Do you know your son's password?"
The man thought for a while, but he didn't know anything about these things: "I don't know, I haven't touched this thing after I bought it, so I don't understand it at all."
"What about your son's birthday?"
After getting the answer, Zheng Chengrui entered a string of six-digit characters, but the decryption still failed.
He gritted his teeth: "Is there any other numbers that may be passwords, or people or things that mean a lot to your son."
significant person or thing.
The man thought for a while, and his eyes fell on the photo of his dead wife next to the computer.
"Try for his mother's birthday."
"Okay." Zheng Chengrui clasped his fingertips, took a deep breath, and entered the characters.
After a brief silence, nothing happened. Just when they thought the decoding was successful, a whale slowly appeared on the computer, turning from white to red and oozing blood.
"Oops!" Zheng Chengrui thought inwardly, before he could move, the whale exploded with a bang, the sky was filled with florescent blue powder, and then the computer went black and crashed.
He kept typing on the keyboard, trying to restore the program, but there was always a cold beep from the computer.
"Sorry, the program is corrupted and cannot be started."
"Sorry, the program is corrupted and cannot be started."
"Sorry, the program is corrupted and cannot be started."
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He lowered his hands dejectedly: "This chat room not only sets up an unconventional encryption program, but also wraps a layer of self-destruction program outside the encryption program. When the password is entered incorrectly three times in a row, the self-destruction program will start. Sorry, I was careless."
His teammates patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay, let's go back and report to Team Song, and then slowly find a way to recover."
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Song Yuhang and Lin Yan turned from day to night, and also got a lot of information about "Moby Dick".
Although there are three chapters in the agreement, Miss Lin is not the kind of person who can keep her word.
"Hey—" she called out with a drawn out voice, "Song Yuhang, I can't walk anymore."
Song Yuhang turned a deaf ear, carried his bag on his back, and continued to walk forward with a note-taking notebook under his arm.
"Officer Song..." Lin Yan grabbed her by the corner of her clothes weakly: "Stop walking? You haven't had a sip of water all day, do you think you're running a race?"
Song Yuhang looked back at her: "You want to follow yourself, and there are still three chapters in the contract, do you want to break your promise?"
Lin Yan choked for a moment, his teeth itching with hatred: "I—"
"Hurry up, I have to go back to the Municipal Bureau for a meeting." Song Yuhang said, shaking his head slightly, turned around and left.
The cloth slipped away from his palm, Lin Yan gritted his teeth and raised his heels.
Damn it, if it wasn't for the fact that she just wanted to solve the case, Lin Yan would have gone up and beat her long ago.
Thinking of this, she barely took two steps while leaning on the wall, the leather on her heel was sorely worn by the straps of her high heels.
Lin Yan clenched her lower lip, her face turning pale.
Song Yuhang looked back, but she hadn't followed.
"What's wrong?"
Lin Yanzheng leaned over and untied the irritating belt: "It's okay, I can still—"
Before he finished speaking, someone grabbed his wrist.
Song Yuhang squatted down: "Don't move, let me see."
Lin Yan put his hands on her shoulders, and Song Yuhang supported her to stand still with one hand. Before she could stop her, the other hand had already taken off her shoes.
"No..." Lin Yan blushed slightly.
Song Yuhang held her foot in his hands, the heel was worn bright red, and a large piece of skin was torn.
"Why didn't you say it earlier?"
"Did you give me a chance to talk?" On the way, he was either asking the family members of the deceased or rushing, but there was really no time to talk.
Song Yuhang rubbed his nose and looked around: "Find a place to sit for a while, we can talk about this situation in the future."
"In the future? In the future, I don't want to go out with you again!" After walking for the whole afternoon, Lin Yan's mouth was dry and his feet hurt, and he was not in a good mood.
Song Yuhang put her feet back into the shoes, and helped her to walk: "It's your fault, too. You came out wearing high heels even though you knew it was hard work."
"I don't know who was in such a hurry, otherwise my mother would have run out without even having time to change her clothes?" Lin Yan retorted, arguing with her and feeling that her feet didn't hurt so much.
Song Yuhang was too lazy to respond to her eldest lady's temper: "What do you want to eat, let's go eat something and take a rest by the way."
Lin Yanren was supported by her, looked at the dazzling array of signboards on the street, and pointed out: "Go to that one."
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Milan bar.
In the evening, the bar had just opened, and there were not many people there. Bai Ling stood at the front desk scrubbing the cups, and was caught off guard by the curtain being lifted, and the wind chime at the door of the store rang.
She looked up and was overjoyed: "Sister, you are here."
Song Yuhang helped him sit down at the bar: "You order first, I'll go shopping."
When Bai Ling came out with the menu, he exchanged a glance with Song Yuhang. The woman greeted her with a gentle smile, turned around, opened the door and walked out.
There was a hint of narrowness in the girl's eyes: "Is sister with friends again?"
Lin Yan was leaning lazily on the bar counter, her long legs resting on the ground, one of her high heels was untied, dangling loosely, she was full of flair at a glance.
"Her? She's not a friend."
Bai Ling pushed the menu to her, opened his eyes wide and asked innocently: "What is that, not only protecting you that night, I saw her hugging you at the bathroom door."
Lin Yan took a sip of water and almost choked to death: "Ahem... the children, the adults in the family, don't care about things, a glass of mojito, a glass of lemonade, two waffles, tell the kitchen to hurry up, I'm starving to death."
Bai Ling showed a sly smile, and handed the written list to the little brother in the back kitchen.
Fourteen or fifteen years old is the age when love first begins. Although she doesn't quite understand the relationship between this good-looking and kind-hearted sister and the short-haired woman just now, she can also see the turbulent undercurrent between them and the blatant look in each other's eyes. care.
Lin hates to watch her write, her pen is strong and her handwriting is neat.
"Yo, not bad, what day is it?"
Bai Ling smiled coquettishly: "I'm in the third year of junior high school. I hope I can pass the provincial key points in the senior high school entrance examination next year."
When the girl said this, she had a slight sadness. Her mother was sick in bed. She had to work hard to get into the provincial key points and get a scholarship. Otherwise, it would be difficult for her meager salary to support her mother's high life. medical bills.
Lin Yan took a sip of his wine and observed his words: "What, is there any difficulty?"
The girl came back to her senses and smiled, rejecting her kindness: "No, I am very satisfied with this now, thank you sister."
The money last time just solved her urgent need.
Facing the girl's sincere thanks, Lin Yan turned his face away a little awkwardly: "No, no thanks, thank you, the most important thing I need is money."
Looking at her glamorous beauty, Bai Ling felt a little envious and yearning for her. She secretly made up her mind that she would learn from her sister in the future and become such a kind, beautiful and generous woman with a sense of justice to help those in need.
"By the way, sister, I have learned a new way of bartending, how can I make it for you?"
She has nothing to repay, so she can only work hard on these small things.
"OK."
Lin Yan tapped her fingertips on the table and watched her mix the wine, but what she was thinking about was why Song Yuhang had been away for so long and didn't come back. Could it be that he left her oil bottle and ran away
Just as he was thinking, Song Yuhang ran back, holding an alcohol swab and a box of band-aids in his hand.
"Put your feet up."
Lin Yan reluctantly said: "I said no—"
Before she finished speaking, Song Yuhang had squatted down, raised her feet and placed them on his knees.
"Hey—" Lin Yan hid back, and Song Yuhang clasped her ankles tightly. As soon as the cotton swab soaked in alcohol was put on it, she immediately cried out in pain and clasped the bar chair tightly.
Song Yuhang looked up at her and said, "Hold it, I haven't bought iodophor, so I'll make do with it."
"Hiss..."
Every time she put it up, Lin Yan shrank, so that the smooth skin came in and out in his palm.
Song Yuhang had to use some strength to hold her tightly.
Lin Yan looked down at her, the corners of his eyes were red: "Song Yuhang, are you alright?!"
Song Yuhang seemingly calmly put the alcohol on the ground, took off the sticker and pasted it lightly: "Okay, wait a minute, don't wear your shoes."
After all, he picked up her shoes and put two bandages on the heels before returning them to her.
Watching their interaction, Bai Ling handed them the mixed drinks: "A glass of mojito, a glass of lemonade, please take it slowly."
After finishing speaking, he jumped up and down to Lin Yan's side and whispered: "Sister, why should you be so kind to you if you are not a friend."
Song Yuhang looked puzzled: "What did she say?"
Lin Yan calmly picked up the glass and took a sip: "It's nothing, it's none of your business."
"Oh, okay." Song Yuhang stuffed all the alcohol he bought into his bag, and sat down too. Before she could sit for three minutes, a call came to his mobile phone.
She got up and went out: "I'm going out to answer the phone."
The waffles were not ready yet, fearing that she would be hungry, Bai Ling brought out a plate of snacks.
"Sister, let's put some money first."
"Thank you." Lin Yan waited for Song Yuhang to come back while knocking melon seeds and peeling peanuts. At this moment, there was no one in the bar, and the two of them chatted with each other.
"By the way, I haven't asked my sister's name yet, or it's okay to leave a contact information, that money... I will return it to you in the future."
As the girl said, she took out a thin notepad from her apron pocket, and pushed the pen and paper to her hand.
Lin Yan glanced at it lightly, and knocked on the melon seeds: "There is no need to repay, my sister doesn't like this."
She is used to rejecting people thousands of miles away, but the girl's face clearly showed a slightly hurt expression.
Lin Yan was taken aback, and before she could hesitate for too long, Song Yuhang had already run in with a slightly strange look on his face.
"Go!"
She urged Lin Yan, her eyes met and it became clear that the case was coming.
Lin Yan got off the bar chair, took out his wallet and threw a few red bills on the bar, without counting them, waved his hands and turned to leave.
"Goodbye, little sister."
By the time Bai Ling chased him out with the extra money, the two of them had already boarded a taxi and got lost in the traffic.
At that time, Lin Yan didn't know that this was the last time she saw this little sister named Bai Ling, and after all, she didn't have time to tell her her name.
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When she and Song Yuhang rushed to the moat, it was already late, the scene was cordoned off, and the onlookers tiptoed outside the line to watch and whisper.
"I heard it was suicide again?"
"No, I just watched him jump off the bridge."
"I was still holding the test paper in my hand when I jumped off the bridge, tsk tsk tsk, it's so miserable."
"If you fail the exam, you will fail the exam. Work hard and continue next time. It's a pity that you are still so young."
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Song Yuhang jumped over the crowd of onlookers, pushed aside the cordon, let Lin Yan pass first, and followed closely behind.
The large and small sub-bureaus and police stations under the Jiangcheng City Bureau have also received notices from their superiors that they will go all out to cooperate with the special case team to solve the case. Therefore, the entire Jiangcheng City Public Security System is tense when it hears the word "suicide". , There was no delay at all. As soon as the masses called the police, the police from the nearest police station had arrived in less than five minutes.
Lin Yan asked someone to bring her a pair of gloves, ready for the autopsy, when she turned around Song Yuhang was still standing on them.
"What's wrong? Is the dignified Song team also afraid of water ghosts?"
Song Yuhang pursed the corners of his lips, and walked down with great strides: "I know this person, I met him yesterday afternoon."
When she went to school yesterday afternoon, she met this boy in the corridor.
Song Yuhang leaned down and gently touched his chin, and a faint mole appeared on his chin.
She is a criminal police officer, so she naturally has a photographic memory, especially in identifying people.
"That's right, it's him."
The two looked at each other, seeing seriousness in each other's eyes.
"Another dead man has appeared."
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"Sister Lin, which of the two corpses should be dissected first?"
Due to the needs of the case, Fan Lin's body was also brought back from the funeral home.
Lin Yan was changing clothes outside, and looked back: "Let's have an autopsy, and Fan Lin's assistant forensic doctor will go there. I'll look at this first, and I'll finish my work later."
The assistant forensic doctor nodded, and walked to her side to wash his hands and change clothes: "Okay."
She shook off the water from her hands, and looked up at herself in the glasses. The white protective clothing and blue mask made her eyebrows and eyes sharper.
Lin Yan took a deep breath and walked into the dissecting room, come on, let her see where the ghosts and ghosts are at work.
Duan Cheng set up the camera: "September 26, 2008, at 20:05 p.m., Fan Lin and Wu Wei, the first autopsy begins now."
With the orderly development of the autopsy work here, the discussion on the case in the training room has also entered a fever pitch.
Zheng Chengrui turned on the computer and showed them the interface in the morning: "That's it, this is an encrypted chat room, you must get the key to enter, and if you enter the wrong key three times in a row, the account will be frozen. The self-destruction begins."
Song Yuhang put one hand on the table and leaned over to look: "Can you find the other party's IP address?"
A network security team member shook his head and said, "No, we have checked, it is an overseas server, and the specific IP address cannot be traced."
"So, if you want to enter this secret chat room, you can only pass the key?"
Zheng Chengrui nodded, with an ugly expression on his face: "There are tens of thousands of combinations of six-digit numbers to decipher the key. The amount of work is too huge. Maybe before we decipher it, the next one will be..."
On the first day of the establishment of the task force, the invisible enemy gave the police a severe blow.
Song Yuhang's face was changing, she thought of the dead boy's face, Fan Lin's face, He Miao's face, and more boys and girls who had never seen but lived in the photos forever.
She pulled the chair and sat down, gritted her teeth and typed: "Since this trick doesn't work, let's lure the snake out of the hole."
A flash of light flashed in Zheng Chengrui's mind: "Oh, you mean..."
As he said, Song Yuhang had already opened various search interfaces, entered the word "suicide", and countless red and green forums popped up.
Everyone else woke up as if from a dream.
Someone hesitated and said, "Captain Song, if the other party is a vicious person, isn't it too dangerous?"
"We are the police. We should not deal with danger. Who should we leave the danger to? Ordinary people?" She said lightly, without stopping, and she had already left a post "I want to commit suicide" in a forum.
Others in Wangan looked at each other in blank dismay, Zheng Chengrui turned on the computer first and started typing.
As long as one person followed suit, everyone else returned to their respective stations and started posting online.
In the huge training room, there was a crackling sound of typing on the keyboard.
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As time passed, Lin Yan's autopsy was done meticulously. After standing bent over for a long time, a thin layer of sweat oozes from his forehead, and the protective clothing on his back also has traces of being wet with sweat.
They examined the deceased's heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys, but found nothing suspicious.
Lin Yan picked up the scissors from the tray, and his hands looked like they had been fished out of blood.
"Cut open the stomach and examine the contents of the stomach."
A pungent smell permeated the air.
Duan Cheng turned his back and retched a few times, then quickly turned back and pointed the camera at the deceased.
Lin Yan picked it up with his bare hands, chattering, red, yellow, and white turned out, it was like the scene of an epic thriller and disaster movie.
Duan Cheng's face turned blue and white, and he couldn't help but began to retch again.
Lin Yan's complexion remained the same, without even frowning, he turned over and scooped out with a spoon: "Most of the contents of the stomach moved to the duodenum, and they were digested to a certain extent. The naked eye can see that it is..."
She paused and said, "Rice, tomatoes..."
The spoon picked up a lump of minced meat, took off the mask and put it to the end of the nose: "There is also beef."
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The others looked at her in horror, and the intern forensic doctor who was in charge of recording stopped the pen in his hand.
Lin Yan didn't even raise her head: "Why are you standing there, keep writing!"
Only then did the little forensic doctor come back to his senses: "Okay, okay, I just talked about it, talking about it..."
Lin Yan continued: "Based on the degree of digestion of the stomach contents, the time of death is approximately 2 to 3 hours after eating."
Lin Yan did the two dissections for six hours, and it was already two o'clock in the morning when he came out.
The training room is still brightly lit.
She came out after showering and brushing her hair, and went to look for Song Yuhang, but Xiang had already arrived before he arrived.
In order to cover up the smell of rotting corpses on her body, she sprays a lot of perfume after each autopsy, and she is still a beauty lover in essence.
Without raising his head, Song Yuhang pointed to the lunch box left for her on the table: "Preserved egg porridge with lean meat, let's eat."
Upon hearing the food, Zheng Chengrui poked his head out from the opposite computer, with a heartbroken expression on his face: "Why do we all take out ordinary takeaway lunches, and Lin Forensic uses preserved egg and lean meat porridge?!"
Immediately, several heads were poked over. Song Yuhang, who was looking straight at him, felt a little embarrassed, and laughed and scolded: "It's good to have food, and pick and choose, work!"
Lin Yan stared at her with thoughtful and meaningful eyes. The tip of her hair was still wet after taking a shower, the curly hair hung softly on her shoulders, and water droplets trickled down her collarbone.
"How does Team Song know that I like porridge?"
Song Yuhang couldn't bear it anymore: "There is a big crowd, there are so many opposite sexes in the training room, can you not come out and hang out wearing a vest and suspenders every time you take a shower?"
Lin Yan sat closer and opened the lid of the lunch box. The porridge was still warm, and she took a bite without taking a bite. She leaned closer to look at her computer screen.
"I have the freedom to wear what I wear. Is it lenient for Team Song, or..." She paused, biting her spoon, and looked up at her, her eyes flickering, and there was a hint of lust in her heart.
"I don't want anyone to see me."
Song Yuhang's inconspicuous Adam's apple twitched, and he turned his face away not to talk to her.
Lin Yan smiled again, leaned back on the chair, and looked at her carelessly: "Hey, I have some new discoveries, do you want to hear about them?"
Song Yuhang turned back immediately, and at the same time picked up his coat and threw it to her: "Say something quickly, fart if you have something to say, and put your clothes on by the way."
Lin Yan was thrown upright by the bag, but she was not angry, she was just a little cold, so she took it over and covered her body.
"I checked the contents of his stomach. There were rice, tomatoes, beef, etc. in it. It is speculated that the time of death should be within 2 to 3 hours after eating."
Song Yuhang raised his eyebrows, as expected of a smart person, he drew inferences from one instance: "Wu Wei is a boarding student, and eats three meals a day in the school cafeteria, I'll ask someone to check their school's menu for today, if there is no If these things, it means that he is not eating at school, and the person eating with him may be the last person who saw him during his lifetime."
She paused and said slowly, "It may also be the murderer."