"I did something wrong again, Mom." The light faded, and the room was getting dark, and everything cast long, silent shadows. The man huddled in the corner, holding the bloody clothes tightly in his arms, whimpering, "I did something bad, I did something bad..."
He beat his head with his fists, dry wrinkles appeared on his rough face, and tears flowed down those lines.
At this time, the big clock on the wall rang. Such an old-fashioned clock is rare. It seems to have been there for many years, but it is still working, faithfully following the pace of time. The man's movements stopped suddenly. He was like a dog in Pavlov's experiment. The chime of the six o'clock in the evening set up a reflex arc in his body that others could not understand.
"No..." He stood up, "No, mom, don't hit me, don't hit me, don't hit me!" The man struggled as if he was being attacked by something in the void, and then pushed back violently. One, rushed out the door.
There is an old photo hanging in the corner of the wall, it is a group photo of a woman with a perfect smile and a group of eight or nine-year-old children. It seems that a performance has just ended. The children still wear exaggerated makeup on their faces and wear clean white Costumes, with snow-white fake wings on the back, like a group of little angels.
Everyone was smiling so brightly, and their eyes were fixed on the door that was still shaking slightly.
Sometimes hell exists, it is in the heart of a person, and it stays with him throughout his life, lingering and never ending.
The number of cars on the street didn't decrease much because of the nightfall. The night life had just begun. Shen Yexi's car wasn't driving fast. When he came out of the police station, he remained silent until halfway through the drive, when he opened his mouth slowly. Ask: "Does the doctor remember how to get there?"
Jiang Hu honestly shook his head.
Shen Yexi smiled: "Then why do you remember the small shop near the choir so clearly?"
Ganqing is waiting for him here, Jiang Hu turned his head to look at Shen Yexi, this guy really knows the way of interrogation, making people puzzled all the way, hanging people without making a sound, wait until he feels that he is almost suspended before starting to question .
It's a pity that the person he asked was rather special. Jiang Hu blinked and said as a matter of course: "Ah? Didn't Yining say that the murderer was someone who knew the child and was familiar with the surrounding environment? I think those who fit these characteristics, except those from the Children's Palace The person in charge is the owner of these small shops."
"Yining said it after you thought about it, right?"
"Well," Jiang Hu nodded frankly, "Yes, I agree with her point of view."
Who asked you this... Shen Yexi felt that he rolled his eyes very frequently today. When communicating with this pasty doctor, whether it was spying or targeting, it made people feel like they were punching cotton with their fists. Jiang Hu really lives up to his name, the whole person is like a soft sticky paste, looking at it as a white piece, there is nothing, but the transparency is too low, no one knows what is stuck in it.
He spoke and acted so naturally, and when he thought about it, they were all so... strange.
Shen Yexi felt that he seemed to be thinking more about this person than the case, so he had to stop quickly, this was a bad omen.
When the two arrived at their destination, Shen Yexi immediately began to efficiently visit the local small shop owners, slapped his work ID on the table, and asked straightforwardly if there was an ice cream truck nearby and what the owner looked like.
The small shop owner mostly greets the city management, industry and commerce bureau in his life, but who has ever seen a criminal policeman with a gun? When he was nervous, he spoke awkwardly, bit his tongue without paying attention: "Yes... yes... yes."
The shopkeeper took a breath to soothe his injured tongue.
Really—Shen Yexi looked back at Jiang Hu, wondering if this person might have thought of this question the first time he came here? Probably not, although a bit out of tune, but still able to distinguish between primary and secondary, probably won't know and still hide it.
But he found that Jiang Hu's attention was not on the question at all, but stared out of the window a little blankly, observing something by the streetlight. A side face was facing Shen Yexi, which allowed Shen Yexi to see Jiang Hu's eyes behind the lenses - because of his blood, they showed a light glaze color, which looked particularly clear and indescribably cold.
He couldn't help but think of the man taking off his glasses, and when he realized it, he quickly grabbed back the thoughts that flew away and coughed lightly: "Where is the ice cream truck usually located?"
"It's right there." The shopkeeper stretched out his finger, and Shen Yexi followed his finger to look over, and was shocked to find that it was the place Jiang Hu had been staring at. The shopkeeper gestured with his hand, "A man in his thirties, not tall, skinny like a monkey, doesn't usually like to talk to people, but he has a good relationship with the children, and the cold drinks he sells are delicious, if not His car is so popular, I plan to put a freezer at my door to sell ice cream."
Shen Yexi asked: "Does this person go to the stall every day?"
"If there is no special situation, he will come out every day. I don't know what happened today. He is not here. I usually come out very early in the morning. I can always see him when I open the door. In the evening, he closes the stall very early. Every day at 5:40 Let's go, it's a strange person."
"Why is it strange?" Jiang Hu, who had been silent all this time, interjected.
"Hey, think about it, many of our children are waiting for their parents to pick them up. Half of the parents must be late after work and come here after six o'clock. How many children are willing to eat cold food on the way? No matter how many of them If you stay for an hour, you can get a lot of business." The shopkeeper paused, "Besides, when we do business, the time is not so accurate. If there is more business, we will do more. If we collect later, the business will be less. Just do less and go home early, but that man keeps up with clockwork every day, arriving at 5:41, closing the stall on time and driving away, more accurate than the alarm clock."
At this time, An Yining called, Shen Yexi took a look at Jiang Hu, and went out to answer.
An Yining said: "I found the license plate number and address of the ice cream truck you mentioned, and I sent you a text message. Sister Yang is taking someone there now. It's not far from you. Drive faster and it will be less than 20." Minutes. I'll call Sheng Yao."
Shen Yexi closed the phone with a snap: "Jiang Hu, let's go!"
Well, Dr. Jiang has become Jiang Hu.
Jiang Hu smiled, and jumped into the car with him. In order to repay Captain Shen's temporary and sudden acceptance and trust, he took the initiative to confess: "I think the place where the ice cream truck is kept is a bit strange."
"Um?"
"Look, that place is the only gap in the whole street, between two intersections."
"Gap?" Shen Yexi frowned while driving, and pondered for a while, "He used his own ice cream truck to try to plug that gap?"
Jiang Hu glanced at Shen Yexi almost in surprise. This person's ability to comprehend was amazing. Shen Yexi seemed to be entertained by the little change on his face that was different from the usual confusion, and smiled: "What the hell? I have been a police officer for so many years, what kind of pervert have I never met? Doctor Jiang, tell me the truth, what is your major?"
“Bachelor of Mathematics…”
Shen Yexi almost drove the car onto the curb.
"Oh, medical psychology with a master's degree and a doctorate degree." The car jolted, Jiang Hu was taken aback, and hurriedly added.
"Medical psychology, the kind that prescribes medicine for people?" Shen Yexi glanced at him, "An ordinary doctor, seeing that kind of crime scene, Dr. Jiang's psychological quality is really excellent."
Jiang Hu didn't seem to understand the faint sarcasm in his words, and said "Oh": "Thank you, it's okay. By the way, I haven't finished talking yet. In fact, there is criminology."
Shen Yexi said in his heart, thanks to the fact that you entered the police station, not the fire brigade, if you were rushed to put out the fire, the whole city would be burned to ashes sooner or later. He smiled: "Doctor of Criminology? You can really pretend."
"Garlic?" Jiang Hu was stunned, as if he was puzzled by his ears, looked at Shen Yexi, and asked a little confused, "You mean... the kind of garlic you eat when you eat dumplings?"
Shen Yexi shut up...forget it.
When the two of them arrived at the scene, Yang Man had already led people to search the house. The door of this house was always open, as if waiting for them to search.
Yang Man put the blood-stained skirt and the ribs scattered on the ground in evidence bags with an expressionless face, and leaned against the door frame to wait for Shen Yexi and the others. When Shen Yexi arrived, he found that the big sister His face was a little cold.
Yang Man nodded: "It's the trash, let's go in and have a look, on-site investigation is not my strong point."
Shen Yexi glanced at her, then looked back at Jiang Hu, and entered the room without saying anything. Jiang Hu understood, stayed outside the door, put on his glasses, and asked softly, "Sister Yang, what's wrong?"
Yang Man reluctantly twitched the corner of his mouth, and beckoned him over: "Come here, cutie, heal me quickly."
The first thing Yang Man saw clearly after leading people in was the little blood-stained dress. Of course she knew that dress. The mother of the last missing child, Zhang Jing, offered a picture of a cute little girl Wearing that outfit, holding a picture of a large teddy bear.
The little girl in the photo is like the kind of doll that many girls had when they were young. She smiled so sweetly, so sweet that when Yang Man saw the photo for the first time, he didn't want to put it down for a long time. And now the child was lying in the cold forensic room, his body torn apart, and the little princess-like dress was lying alone, covered in dust and blood on the messy ground.
Jiang Hu said: "Sister Yang, your emotions have been affected."
Yang Man's eyebrows twitched, and he smiled: "I guess it's because of the special affection that female creatures have for their cubs?"
"I also like children very much," Jiang Hu said. "Tribes or populations have the instinct to protect their cubs to ensure the continuation of the race's blood. So we gotta get this guy."
He walked to the door, turned to Yang Man and said, "Come here, let's see how sick this guy is."