"what-"
When Wu Yu walked to the alley, he seemed to have heard something, and stopped.
The narrow alley is long and curved, the slanted courtyard walls are close together, and only one person can pass sideways at the narrowest point. The gaps between the uneven stone slabs were covered with moss, moths cast shadows that hovered in the halo of the street lights, the night wind swept through the grass in the distance, and the mice made a slight rustling sound when they swarmed.
"Ah... ah..."
I don't know which baby's heart-wrenching howl sounded again, the lights of several houses came on one after another, and impatient scolding could be heard vaguely.
… No, it wasn’t the cry just now, Wu Yu thought.
It was a scream just now.
He looked behind him, his brows were slender and straight, his eye sockets were deep and bright, and his pupils were slightly compressed in an inconspicuous manner. Treetops, grass, courtyards, people, tired scolding, tired coaxing, screaming and scrambling from a distance... All the noises in the darkness are filtered layer by layer, and the vigilance of twelve years of hanging on the tip of a knife is like a steel wire Throwing into the sky, a clue suddenly appeared—
Obviously there was no sound, but the most sensitive intuition deep in his subconscious moved suddenly.
"Liu Li," Wu Yu walked quickly across the narrow alley, stepped over the puddle, and knocked on the door: "It's me, my lighter fell into the bag, open the door!"
There was no movement.
"Liu Li!"
The door was rummaging for a moment, and finally an unclear voice came out: "...Ah, what?"
"I have a lighter in the bag, take it out for me!"
"... uh, uh..." Liu Li trembled, her terrified eyes almost popped out of her sockets, her mouth was tightly covered by a hand behind her, and a series of blood beads rolled down her neck under the tip of the knife.
dong dong dong! The door was knocked a few more times, and Wu Yu began to urge impatiently: "Come on! Are you asleep?"
The hand moved slightly, and then threateningly shook the bloody blade, which was reflected in her trembling pupils.
"... I've... slept, you... come and pick it up tomorrow, take it... "
Outside the door, Wu Yu's movements were slightly condensed. After only half a second, he said "Ah" without any reaction, and said, "Okay, see you tomorrow."
The movement outside the door disappeared, and the man with the knife behind his back didn't say anything. In the darkness, the air seemed to freeze for a moment, and Liu Li's heart stopped beating at that moment—
Wu Yu turned around.
The next second he kicked suddenly, and the entire door panel flew out!
"Ah!" "Ah!" "Fuck!!"
Screams, roars, and dull and fierce collisions sounded in the same second. Liu Li was screaming and crawling. She couldn't even see Wu Yu's figure. It flew out head-on, crashed into the corner sofa, and the wooden sofa frame collapsed into several pieces!
Wu Yu fell to the ground, turned around, and rubbed his body in front of him, and his speed like a ghost couldn't even carry the slightest sound of wind. The gangster waved the blood-stained switchblade like crazy and stabbed forward, but before the blade fell, Wu Yu grabbed his hand, and immediately "Dang!" There was a loud sound of metal impact, and the blade was knocked off the ground, spinning from The screaming Liu Li swept past her feet.
"Ahhh!!"
With this posture, Wu Yu grabbed the gangster's wrist, three hundred and sixty degrees neatly—Kala's wrist dislocated with a crisp sound, and Kara's elbow was dislocated with another crisp sound, and the gangster's screams instantly shook the entire narrow alley!
The neighbors in the neighborhood turned on eight or nine lights one after another: "Is the mother still asleep?!" "What kind of immoral thing is calling the bed in the middle of the night?!" "Shut the fuck up!!"
Wu Yu's foot on the gangster's chest suddenly exerted force, the wooden frame of the sofa collapsed with a bang, and the screaming stopped abruptly as if his throat was strangled, and then Wu Yu leaned over and grabbed the white bones that covered his face—
It was a scary, shoddy Halloween mask.
The face of a young man with fear and despair was revealed under the mask.
·
"Li Hongxi, 32 years old, master's degree, middle-level manager of an Internet private company, married and no children." Liao Gang followed behind Bu Chonghua and hurried through the chaotic interrogation room corridor: "The annual income before tax is about three About 100,000 to 400,000 yuan, have a mortgage, and drive a three-series BMW Brilliance. My wife works in an investment bank and was transferred to Hong Kong for further education three months ago. The two communicate by phone and video every day. It is said that their relationship is quite stable. Typical middle class class family."
"Step Detachment!" An investigator rushed over: "I just received a greeting from Brother Cao, the bank statement urgently transferred!"
Bu Chonghua took a thick stack of paper, turned while walking, kept his pace, and put the slips back into the investigator's arms after a while: "Since half a year ago, the number of cash withdrawals from ATM machines has increased significantly and the amount has become larger. The monthly cash withdrawal is more than 10,000 yuan, which exceeds the cash limit for daily expenses. His family lives in Xicheng and his work place is in the development zone. Most of the ATM machines for cash withdrawal are concentrated in the KTV shampoo room at the intersection of Yongli Street and Jiayang Road. The most concentrated area, and the time is between 7:00 and 10:00, just after the company's white-collar workers get off work and before the nightlife starts."
"he is… "
"Old prostitutes. This is what the next-door anti-pornography team is all about." Bu Chonghua's face was sinking: "Go and look through his WeChat QQ new contacts and Weibo private letter like records in the last six months, you should be able to find out.— Liao Gang, go through the formalities with the certificate, and immediately go to Li Hongxi's house to search for all traces related to cults, skull masks, and human bone instruments."
"Yes!"
Liao Gang was about to turn around and leave when suddenly Bu Chonghua beckoned as if he remembered something, "Hey, come back."
"what?"
"Go downstairs and go through the technical investigation to help me urge Director Wang. He said that I had the samples sent from the hospital and asked him to process them as soon as possible for comparison. Be sure to give them to me before the interrogation is over."
Liao Gang was stunned, not knowing what samples he sent, but his obedience habit made him immediately sigh: "Understood!"
Liao Gang led the investigator to turn around and rush down the stairs, and he pushed open the door of the interrogation room, only to see that the criminal police clerk had already taken his place in front of the single-sided glass. Wu Yu was sitting on a chair by the door, Zhang Xiaoy was approaching, looking at him and hissing: "Little Angkor, you are such a nice and kind person, how can you be merciful to such a desperado? Look! Look at your injury..."
"They said you were injured?" Bu Chonghua frowned.
As soon as Wu Yu raised his head, his eyes were black and white, and he pointed to a white mark on his cheek that was two or three inches long, so thin that he could barely see blood, and could only be faintly observed in the light.
"It was scratched by a fingernail," Wu Yu said.
Bu Chonghua: "..."
There was a burst of footsteps, and Meng Zhao, who was distressed, pushed the door and entered: "Where's Xiao Wu? I heard Liao Gang said that you were fighting with a criminal suspect, and you were slashed in the face with a knife? What happened?"
Wu Yu said, "Nails..."
"Wu, I'm Wu!" Cai Lin hurriedly passed by, hurriedly sorting out the eight police items in the field, and poking his head in from the door: "I heard Director Wang say that you were fighting with armed gangsters, and you were slashed in the face with a knife. Disfigured! What's going on?"
"refer to… "
Bu Chonghua took a deep breath and slammed the door of the interrogation room shut. Cai Lin almost caught his nose with a sound of "Ow!" from outside.
·
"What is your name?"
"Li Hongxi."
"What are you doing!"
"Just go to work, development zone."
"Why did you sneak into that girl's house with a knife?"
"You mean the escort girl? I'll tease her."
"Play? Play what?!"
"It's just boring, I didn't want to rob. I was wrong, I shouldn't trespass the house, I won't dare next time."
"What's with the white scar on your finger?"
"The mosquito bites and scratches it—I ask you, comrade police, it's almost over..."
…
Li Hongxi's dislocated wrist and arm have been treated urgently. He was hung around his neck by a triangle scarf, his face was blue and white, his eyes were red, and he was leaning on the chair in the interrogation room, looking utterly embarrassed. But he is worthy of being a senior white-collar worker who graduated with a master's degree. He quickly calmed down from the extreme panic and began to talk to the police about him. I didn't rob her of a penny, do you have any evidence to prove that my motive was to rob her?"
"She said I held a knife to her, so believe it? She's a sloppy escort girl. Why didn't she say I raped her!"
"Then the police didn't say he was a policeman when they rushed in. I thought he was the one who robbed the house. How could you charge me with resisting arrest?!"
"Yes, I was a prostitute, so I asked her to do a door-to-door service. How can this also send the criminal investigation detachment to try me in the middle of the night? If the performance is not completed, you can't just pull people's heads!"
…
"This grandson," the clerk slapped the keyboard and said in a sullen voice: "A typical master who learns crimes while watching American dramas, has no serious and anti-interrogation skills.
Many people who have not received professional training think that as long as they talk freely or keep their mouths shut, they can resist the high-intensity interrogation of the police, but in fact that is a dream. Serious and serious cases that are seriously punished are all combined with confession, autopsy, toxicological analysis, and video evidence. The experienced criminal police work in three shifts 24 hours a day with the suspect. It is only a matter of time before the defensive line collapses.
But all this has a premise - time is also the biggest problem in front of the police right now.
So to a certain extent, Li Hongxi can be considered to have hit the police seven inches.
"Meng Zhao," Bu Chonghua ordered in a low voice.
Meng Zhao understood, took the murder hood wrapped in a physical evidence bag handed over by Zhang Xiaoy, and pushed the door into the interrogation room.
"I'm just looking for her to play, have you heard of SM? It's a bit more intense, I'm wrong, I'll admit it, but you have to ask me to hire a lawyer..."
The investigator stood up: "Sister Meng!"
Meng Zhao was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, soft-soled shoes, and his jet-black hair was tied into a short ponytail. Under Li Hongxi's flickering eyes, he sat on the chair opened by the investigator and threw the evidence bag gently in front of him:
"Lawyer? Have you watched too many American dramas?" She sneered lightly, "I entered the interrogation room of my Criminal Investigation Detachment, and it's your turn to ask for a lawyer?"
The skull headgear fell on the table, face up, and the empty eye sockets were facing Li Hongxi, causing him to shiver under the clothes for some reason.
"No, you don't need to speak," Meng Zhao mercilessly interrupted Li Hongxi, who was about to speak, "I'll tell you."
"At 10:30 this morning, you left the company on the grounds of visiting a client. You went missing for two and a half hours in the middle. You took Line 9 from the subway station near the development zone to the city around 1:00 in the afternoon. On the way, you bought this Halloween skull cover. I chose same-day delivery. After getting off the bus, you bought a roll of waterproof tape at the 7-11 convenience store, gloves, switch knives and some wires at the hardware tool store, and then went to the supermarket to buy rags, bleach, detergent, etc. Tools. Then you wandered around the crime scene in the old Changping District until 5:00 p.m., went to have dinner, took the subway to the vicinity of Wynn Street, withdraw 1,000 yuan in cash, and disappeared again until 11:00 p.m., take the The subway goes back to the old Changping district."
"Go prostitute," Meng Zhao put his elbows on the edge of the interrogation table, crossed his fingers, leaned forward, and stared at Li Hongxi with a smile: "I didn't forget to have a shot before committing the crime, just in case. If you get caught, you won't have the chance to prostitute again, right?"
Li Hongxi listened to his whole day's itinerary, and the more he listened, the more ugly his face became, and he almost forced a sneer: "Beauty, don't forget, you have no evidence to prove that I am going to prostitute today..."
"At 11:30, you went around the back wall of the victim's house, pried open the window frame with a wire and turned into the room. After walking around the living room and bedroom, you sat on the edge of the bed and waited for the victim to come back. But what you didn't expect was that , the victim didn't come home alone today, so when you heard the conversation between her and a young man outside, you could only hid in the closet." Meng Zhao raised half of his lips, "until the victim enters. After the house opened the closet and found you, you had to do it."
"..." Li Hongxi said nothing with his mouth like a clam shell.
"Perhaps you thought that as long as you don't speak, we can't do anything about you, but the surveillance video has exposed your psychological activities throughout the day. It is not a passionate client who commits a crime, but a premeditated burglary. Bleaching powder and detergent purchased in large quantities before committing the crime It means that you are ready to clean the bloodstains at the scene. The wires and black plastic bags show that you have thought about the possibility of tying up the body and moving the body. The accurate determination of the time of entering the room proves that you have a basic understanding of the daily routine of the victim. There is a plan, preparation, and conspiracy to attempt a murder. As long as the evidence chain is smashed together, the case can be closed and submitted to the procuratorate. Confession? What is the confession? ?"
Li Hongxi never expected that what he had provoked the police just now would be slapped back on his own face by Meng Zhao, and his face was suddenly ashen, and a thin cold sweat oozes from his temples: "I don't admit it, you talk nonsense..."
"Of course you dare not admit it, you coward."
Meng Zhao sneered slightly, and sneered softly: "Look at you, a senior white-collar worker in his early thirties, 1.8 meters tall and 90 kilograms in weight, but the target he chose to kill was a frail, young girl who lost her footing. - In this way, you have to use wire, tape, switch knives and other murder tools to hide in the closet until she finds out and then 'forced' to do it. This combination of impulsive and passive attack is usually seen in new sex criminals, who are like you All the same, inexperienced, insecure, bizarre, and barely able to handle normal, equal relationships—because of lack of self-confidence, because of mortal cowardice and fear."
Meng Zhao stared at him, the smile on the corner of his lips deepened, almost sympathetic, his voice was as soft as a whisper:
"Actually, before you heard Liu Li talking with others outside the house, you hid in the closet, right?"
"—You!" Li Hongxi's hob-meat defense was shattered by anger, and he almost jumped up from the chair irrationally: "Shut the fuck up, I have nothing to be afraid of! I'm afraid of a stinky bitch. Shit! I…”
"Really? If you are not afraid, why do you dare to trick Gao Ling into the flood discharge cave? If you are not afraid, why do you have to wear a mask to stab Nian Xiaoping to death?"
At that moment, Li Hongxi's expression was blank.
"How did you trick Gao Ling into the flood discharge cave? Give her money? Do 'big business'?" Meng Zhao stared at his dilated pupils aggressively: "Where are you at 10:30 p.m. on May 2nd, are you? Dare to say it?"
Everyone inside and outside the interrogation room saw Li Hongxi's entire body as if he had been electrocuted, and subconsciously said, "I'm watching TV at home..."
"Which station? What program?"
"I don't remember that documentary and a variety show..."
"Who can prove that you are at home?!"
Li Hongxi seemed to be frozen, his eyes trembled, panting rapidly, big drops of cold sweat dripped down his cheeks, and his lips turned grey.
Just one more push, just one more push—his cracked defense line would collapse in an instant, all the crimes pouring out into broad daylight like a flood of open gates.
But at this moment, he seemed to have found a crumbling fulcrum from the desperate situation, and smiled at Meng Zhao with a convulsive cheek: "No... No one can prove that I am at home."
"But you can't prove I'm not home either, can you?"
Meng Zhao's eyes twitched slightly.
"Isn't your detachment very good, and you can close the case with zero confession?" Li Hongxi panted like a defeated rooster, maliciousness poured out of every pore without concealment: "Then go find it, find it. Evidence of my crime. From now on, I won't tell you a word or a word, but I'll see how you find the chain of evidence, how to prove that I killed those little bitches, and how to send me away Go to court - find it! find it!!"
The interrogation room fell into a dead silence, only Li Hongxi's crazy roar echoed in the air, shaking everyone's eardrums for a long time.
No one spoke in the listening room, the oxygen seemed to be exhausted, and the pressure was heavy on everyone's chest.
"What... what should I do now," Zhang Xiao Yue timidly murmured in the room after a long while: "He, if he doesn't explain..."
—Yes, there is no physical evidence at the scene of Nian Xiaoping's murder, the murder weapon has disappeared in the Sili River in the rainstorm, and there is nothing at the scene of Gao Ling's murder except the blood-stained stone...
A burst of hurried footsteps came from outside, and then the door was pushed open.
Everyone turned their heads at the same time, only Bu Chonghua seemed to have foreseen something, and saw Xiaogui forensic doctor carrying a leather file bag, taking off his mask and striding into the room: "Bu Detachment, this is you asking Director Wang to rush in. He asked me to give you the results immediately before the interrogation ended!"
A few eyes focused on the document bag, Bu Chonghua took out the proof materials inside, and only turned two pages, a cold smile appeared in his eyes.
-really.
Zhang Xiaoyu was full of curiosity. He probed his head and tried to peek at what was written on the material, but he couldn't understand a single word. He almost stumbled on the spot because of the steep inclination. It was given to Wu Yu in the chair, indicating that the little Shabi should be taken care of by him, then pushed open the door of the interrogation room and walked in.
Li Hongxi sat there like a defeated rooster, half of his face was tilted, his eyes were staring at the air, and his chest kept breathing like a broken bellows. Hearing Bu Chonghua coming in, he turned his head in shock, his eyes almost shooting out a biting light: "I said it's useless no matter who comes, I don't know a word..."
"Needless to say." Bu Chonghua gently threw the document bag in front of him and said, "I'm here to congratulate you."
"?"
Li Hongxi's pupils widened rapidly, but Bu Zhonghua paused and looked at him condescendingly: "Congratulations on becoming a father."
"Although only for a short period of four months."