Meng Zhoushan was stunned for a moment when he heard this, but he saw Sui Yuesheng looking at him seriously, not joking at all. The two legs were exposed to the air, which was already cold, and became even colder in the cold night.
Meng Zhoushan didn't agree. He couldn't tell why. He didn't dare to look at the boy's dazzlingly white legs. He turned his head away and coaxed him in a gentle voice, "Would you please wipe it yourself? I'll buy you a new computer?"
He didn't know what Sui Yuesheng liked, but it seemed that young people nowadays all liked playing games on computers
Sui Yuesheng shook his head: "I don't want a new computer."
He didn't know what he was thinking. He lowered his head and touched his scarred legs. The edges of those old wounds were white and uneven when touched carefully. It was hard to imagine that this was the body of a 19-year-old boy.
Sui Yuesheng suddenly asked in a low voice: "Uncle, are my legs ugly?"
Meng Zhoushan didn't say anything.
Sui Yuesheng smiled and said, "When I first started using a wheelchair, I was afraid that my legs would get hurt. When my uncle got drunk and beat me, I kept hiding..."
"He said that since I was unconscious, there was no point in hiding. Then... I never hid again..."
Or maybe it’s not that they don’t want to hide, but that they are unable to hide.
As long as Sui Yuesheng sits in a wheelchair, he will never be able to leave this dangerous building, just like a bird with its ankles bound by iron chains, which can only flap its wings in vain.
When he was finally able to stand up one day, the moment his feet touched the ground, he was walking from one cage to another.
Sui Yuesheng fell silent after he finished speaking. Perhaps even he himself did not understand why he said those nonsense words to Meng Zhoushan. He was silent for a moment, picked up the medicine box on the table, and was about to cover it, but his other hand suddenly took it, and a low voice sounded in his ears -
"If someone hits you, of course you have to hide. Why not hide?"
Meng Zhoushan took the medicine box, picked up a small piece of ointment from it, rubbed it in his palm to warm it, then held Sui Yuesheng's cold calf and pressed it lightly from time to time. His fingertips were longer and stronger than Sui Yuesheng's, and he rubbed gently on the delicate skin, and could vaguely feel the thin calluses on his fingertips.
Sui Yuesheng asked Meng Zhoushan to help rub the medicine, but when he really started rubbing, he shrank back unconsciously. Meng Zhoushan used a little force to pull him closer, and said helplessly: "Didn't you ask me to help you rub the medicine? Why are you hiding?"
His palm moved up along his calf and gently covered his thigh. The ointment gradually melted, slipping a little on the delicate skin, emitting a faint aroma of Chinese medicine. Meng Zhoushan tried his best to ignore the scars, lowered his head and pressed seriously, his gold-rimmed glasses flashing a stream of light under the light.
His shoulder was within reach.
Sui Yuesheng stared at him for a long while, then quietly moved over, closed his eyes and rubbed him twice, and then stopped moving: "Uncle..."
He didn't say anything, his voice was soft, as if he was acting coquettishly.
The degree of darkness quietly dropped by 1.
Meng Zhoushan's movements froze for a few seconds before returning to normal. He felt as if his heart had been lightly tickled by something, causing his heart to skip a beat.
"Um."
Meng Zhoushan responded, his throat tightening a little. He continued to massage his legs, and when he was about to reach the base of his thighs, he slowly withdrew his hands.
Came back.
Meng Zhoushan pulled the quilt over Sui Yuesheng's legs and pressed the corners tightly. He adjusted his glasses that had slipped down a little, always so calm and reliable: "No one will hit you again in the future."
Meng Zhoushan rarely preached big truths, because those who understood would understand naturally, and it was useless to force people who didn't want to understand. He could vaguely sense the lingering gloom in Sui Yuesheng's heart, and said carefully: "Yuesheng, you are only nineteen years old, you still have a long way to go..."
But why did he have to go through so much at the age of nineteen? He didn't do anything wrong, right
Meng Zhoushan's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he felt that God was too unfair to the boy in front of him, so he couldn't say anything else. He raised his hand to push away the hair in front of Sui Yuesheng's eyes: "We didn't have a choice before, but we can try our best to live a good life in the future."
Sui Yuesheng raised his eyes and looked at him: "Uncle, is this really possible?"
Meng Zhoushan: “Yes.”
He was so sure.
Sui Yuesheng did not answer. After a long while, he nodded imperceptibly, his voice as soft as a gust of wind. He closed his eyes and said, "Okay, I believe you."
Meng Zhoushan rubbed his head and said, "Go to bed early, it's getting late."
He stood up and prepared to leave, but Sui Yuesheng suddenly grabbed the corner of his clothes: "Uncle, I want to go back to that place to get something tomorrow, is that ok?"
Meng Zhoushan knew he was referring to Chen Pingchuan's house and nodded: "Okay, I'll ask the police for you tomorrow to see if I can get in."
The continuous occurrence of murders has made the police feel like they are facing a great enemy. In order to prevent the public from panicking and the media from joining in the fun, the top leaders have been suppressing the news and issued a death order that the case must be solved as soon as possible.
There are now countless plainclothes policemen lying in ambush near the building, and even a policeman on night shift is guarding the door of Chen Pingchuan's house.
Meng Zhoushan was no longer sleepy. He sat down at his desk, picked up a pen and began to record this questionable case:
This is the only case that completely overlaps with my memory, including the way of death. But I don't think this case is related to Ouroboros.
Ouroboros always has certain specific rules for killing people. After much thought, Wang Suying and her only son Chen Kang do not seem to meet the requirements.
The female tenant who moved out today is most likely Chen Pingchuan's mistress. There is no doubt that she has a close connection with this murder case.
But until all the evidence is clear, I can only wait for Yan Yuezhao's investigation results.
The deceased in the first case had kicked Sui Yuesheng, and the deceased in the second case had instigated Chen Pingchuan to kill Sui Yuesheng for insurance fraud. All of these incidents seemed to be closely related to Sui Yuesheng.
But he didn't have any time to commit the crime, and I don't want to and won't place suspicion on him. Victims should not become perpetrators, and innocent people should not become wronged.
He still has a long way to go in the future, and he has enough energy to leave this dangerous building, so he shouldn't be cut off in the middle this time.
Sui Yuesheng will live a good life in the future.
I have never been so sure and confident about anything, just like the sun will rise from the east and set in the west; just like the four seasons change, all things are constantly growing, and the snow will melt after the cold winter.
Mayflies are born in the morning and die in the evening, while crickets do not know spring and autumn.
We are willing to follow the natural laws of life and death, but are unwilling to submit to the arrangements of fate.
Yan Yuezhao put down his last stroke, then put the cap back on the pen and tore the paper into pieces. He habitually wrote things down on paper, but some things didn't have to be kept.
The phone was placed on the corner of the table and vibrated slightly. It was a message from Yan Yuezhao. He followed the female tenant to the nearby train station. She rented a room in a hotel and seemed to be planning to leave the city tomorrow.
Yan Yuezhao privately asked the hotel owner for her ID information and after investigation, confirmed that she was Chen Pingchuan's mistress Li Juan.
When Meng Zhoushan learned about the situation, he felt that the murder had nothing to do with the Ouroboros. He put on his coat and tiptoed out the door, intending to go to Chen Pingchuan's house to see the Ouroboros pattern on the wall. However, he did not expect that there was a plainclothes policeman standing at the door of the murder scene.
The other party knew Meng Zhoushan and was stunned for a moment: "Editor Meng, why are you here so late at night?"
Meng Zhoushan found an excuse: "I couldn't sleep, so I came out to smoke a cigarette. Why are you still standing here? Haven't the police completed the investigation?"
The plainclothes policeman yawned and said, "It's the arrangement from above, but the main reason is to stay here to protect your safety."
Meng Zhoushan glanced at the closed door and asked, "Can't I go in now?"
The plainclothes policeman shook his head and said, "If you want to go in, you need the captain's consent. No one can go in without his consent. Editor Meng, don't stay in the corridor so late at night. Go back to sleep. It's not safe outside."
The Ouroboros case has a new person in charge, who is a man of swift action and will not tolerate any injustice. One can guess this from his behavior.
Meng Zhoushan had to give up the idea and prepare to think of a solution tomorrow. However, just as he turned around, he heard the elevator ding suddenly, the double doors slowly opened, and Yan Yuezhao walked out.
He was wearing a thick coat and holding a cowhide bag in his arms. It was bulging with something unknown, and he looked like a thief. When he saw Meng Zhoushan, he said, "I knew you were awake. Why are you wandering around in the middle of the night?"
Meng Zhoushan pulled him aside and said in a low voice, "I want to go into Chen Pingchuan's house, but there are people guarding outside. Do you have a way to get in?"
Yan Yuezhao frowned and said, "Why are you going in? This matter has nothing to do with you, so stay out of it."
Meng Zhoushan glanced at the brown paper bag in his arms: "Officer Yan, if I remember correctly, you are currently suspended from work at home. This case doesn't seem to have anything to do with you?"
Yan Yuezhao: "Hiss, what do you mean?"
Meng Zhoushan said casually: "It's nothing, I just want to go to the crime scene to take a look."
Yan Yuezhao: "Don't even think about it, it's against the rules!"
Meng Zhoushan took out his cell phone and prepared to make a call: "Then I'm going to ask Director Chen why the suspended police officers can still participate in the case investigation."
Yan Yuezhao quickly held his hand and said, "Meng Zhoushan, why do you like to threaten people just like your sister? Aren't you immoral?"
Meng Zhoushan smiled slightly: "Thank you for the compliment. You are the first person to scold me like this."
Yan Yuezhao: “…”
The second half of the night was a time of mental fatigue, and the plainclothes police on duty patted his face hard, forcing himself to keep vigil. However, not long after, Yan Yuezhao suddenly walked in front of him with a gloomy face, followed by Meng Zhoushan.
Yan Yuezhao shaved his beard and looked very different from before. At first glance, he was a little unrecognizable.
The police officer rubbed his eyes and said, "Boss, why are you here?"
Yan Yuezhao: "I found some clues and want to go to the crime scene to take a look. Open the door."
Plainclothes police: "What about Editor Meng?"
Meng Zhoushan lied without blushing or beating his heart: "The Ouroboros case caused a big stir. After the case is closed, the police will definitely respond to the outside media. Director Chen asked me to come here to follow up the investigation and write a crime report."
The plainclothes policeman scratched his head and said to Yan Yuezhao, "Boss, it's not that I don't want you to go in. The captain said that no one can go in without his order, and aren't you suspended from work?"
Yan Yuezhao was furious when he heard this, and slapped him on the head in anger: "I am your master. I was the one who brought you up when you first joined the police station. Now you don't even listen to me?!"
Meng Zhoushan was much more polite: "The crime scene has been investigated, it shouldn't be a problem to go in and take a look. Besides, it's the middle of the night now, it wouldn't be good to disturb your captain by calling."
The plainclothes police hesitated for a while after hearing this, and had to open the door to let them in: "Boss, hurry up, the captain often comes here for inspections, I'm afraid I'll be discovered."
Upon hearing this, Yan Yuezhao rubbed his face vigorously, squeezing his features out of shape, and patted his shoulder: "This is what a good disciple of the master should be like."
He and Meng Zhoushan sneaked into the crime scene.
The power in the room was still on. Meng Zhoushan put on the gloves he had prepared in advance and pressed the switch. The dark room suddenly became bright.
The things on the bed have been taken away by the police for investigation and evidence collection. Now only a large area of blood-stained mattress is left. It is not difficult to imagine how shocking the crime scene was at that time.
Yan Yuezhao opened the brown paper bag in his arms and poured a pile of photos onto the coffee table. These were the photos of the scene that he had managed to obtain.
"I just went back to the police station. The results of the forensic investigation have not come out yet. The only thing we can be sure of now is that the child died of a sudden heart attack. Also, Wang Suying may have committed suicide by hanging herself."
Meng Zhoushan was looking for the Ouroboros pattern left by the murderer. Hearing this, he paused and asked, "What did you say? Wang Suying committed suicide?"
Yan Yuezhao frowned and said, "There is no sign of Wang Suying being strangled. After fingerprint evidence and rope knot comparison, she may have hung herself on the fan."
"And the murder weapon that killed Chen Pingchuan has been found, and only Wang Suying's fingerprints are on it. It is now initially suspected that she killed Chen Pingchuan with a knife because of emotional discord, and then committed suicide. Their only son Chen Kang has always suffered from heart disease. It is also possible that he witnessed the death of his parents and died suddenly due to shock."
Meng Zhoushan discovered the Ouroboros pattern on the wall: "No, Wang Suying is not the murderer. If she was the murderer, why would she draw this Ouroboros pattern on the wall?"
He carefully observed the Ouroboros pattern drawn on the wall with blood by the murderer and found that the lines were intermittent and the details were extremely blurred. He became more and more certain of his previous guess: "This is a copycat crime."
Meng Zhoushan narrowed his eyes. "After killing Chen Pingchuan and his family, the murderer deliberately drew an Ouroboros pattern on the wall, hoping to confuse people and escape responsibility. But she had no idea what an Ouroboros pattern looked like, so she drew it crookedly, and even lost two fangs."
He had studied the Ouroboros for many years in his previous life and was extremely familiar with the pattern, so he spotted the flaw at a glance.
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Yue Zhao instantly understood what he meant: "You suspect the murderer is Chen Pingchuan's mistress Li Juan?"
Meng Zhoushan doesn't like to say anything for sure: "It's very likely that it was her. I just can't figure out one thing, how did she commit the crime?"
After all, this is not a TV series. It is actually very difficult for a woman to kill three people at the same time.
Chen Pingchuan died, Wang Suying also died,
But there was no trace of Li Juan at the crime scene.
Meng Zhoushan had countless guesses in his mind, each of which was possible, but no one knew what exactly happened at the scene.
His eyes fell on the coffee table, and he picked up the scattered photos on it and flipped through them one by one. At this moment, a burst of hurried and chaotic footsteps suddenly sounded outside, followed by the stuttering voice of a plainclothes policeman.
"Captain... Captain, why are you here?"
"Why are the lights on at the crime scene? Who went in there?"
Yan Yuezhao thought to himself that something was wrong when he heard this, and quickly turned off the lights in the living room and prepared to hide in the room. However, he was still a little too slow, and the next second the door was pushed open, and he was caught by the captain who came in.
"Yan Yuezhao?! What are you doing here?"
The captain is an old criminal policeman who is over fifty years old. He is experienced and well-qualified. Strictly speaking, he is even Yan Yuezhao's master.
Yan Yuezhao subconsciously stood up straight: "I, I, I... I found some clues, so I wanted to come in and take a look..."
After he finished speaking, he subconsciously looked behind him, but saw nothing behind him. Meng Zhoushan had disappeared out of thin air.
The captain's eyes were sharp: "What are you looking at?"
Yan Yuezhao was stunned when he heard this, then he quickly shook his head and said, "I didn't see anything."
The captain looked around and obviously didn't believe it. He ignored Yan Yuezhao's obstruction and walked into the bedroom to check the closet and bathroom, and checked all the places where people could hide, and then he felt relieved.
The captain couldn't tolerate any sand in his eyes, and he didn't like people who didn't follow the rules, so he directly dragged Yan Yuezhao out and said, "I think you didn't write enough in your self-criticism. If you don't explain everything to me clearly today, don't even think about getting your job back!"
The door slammed shut, and the room fell into complete silence.
About three minutes later, the captain finally left with his men.
The curtains in the room moved slightly. Meng Zhoushan opened the window, climbed over the air conditioner outside the room, and then dusted himself off.
He sighed. Yan Dazhuang had been captured. It seemed that he could only rely on himself.
Meng Zhoushan put the photos of the crime scene into his pocket, opened the door and walked out. The young policeman on duty at the door saw his surprised look and subconsciously wanted to exclaim, but was stopped by Meng Zhoushan.
"Sh ...
Meng Zhoushan patted his shoulder.
"Don't make any noise. It's getting late. I'm going to go back and rest."