After receiving the call back from Lin Feng who was on a business trip, Ma sir and Zhou Yusheng did not have time to deal with it accordingly, because immediately, another murder case disrupted their pace.
"The deceased's name was Chang Xiao. To the outside world, he was the security director of a financial company. In fact, he was a debt collector."
The police officer who arrived at the scene quickly reported: "According to the people in the same company, Chang Xiao was driving at that time, but suddenly, Chang Xiao's head tilted, and then the car lost control and hit the safety lock. After they dragged Chang Xiao out, Chang Xiao was no longer breathing, only a blood hole appeared on his forehead... a suspected gunshot wound."
Hearing the gunshot wound, Ma Houde's hand couldn't help shaking... Xinguo's gun control is already very strict, and there is no such thing as the so-called qualification to hold a gun like in foreign countries.
If gangsters hold firearms and walk in the downtown area to kill people...
"What was the deceased doing before the accident?" Zhou Yusheng asked in a deep voice.
They have already rushed to the scene. There are many onlookers at the scene, but they are all isolated outside the guardrail.
The police officer said: "They are drinking, and they are in a wine not far behind. We have asked, and the owner of the wine can prove it. At the same time, we found traces of a fight in the back alley of the wine. Two other people in the car I also confessed honestly, they just met a debtor, and after a beating, they finally left."
Ma Houde frowned and said, "Where is the debtor who was beaten?"
"Oh, this man's name is Qian Er, and his identity has been verified." The police officer replied immediately: "But when we found him, he was already drunk and unconscious, and there were marks of beatings and blood on his body. It is estimated that there may be slight internal bleeding, which is in line with what the other two said."
Ma Houde nodded, and then went to see the so-called Qian Er with the police. The two came in front of Qian Er and saw that Qian Er was reeking of alcohol and couldn't wake up even if he kicked him, "Have you done the test?"
"It's done, 292 per 100 milliliters." The policeman said quickly.
Ma sir stared at him, shook his head, and said, "You don't want to die... You're so drunk, let alone killing people, you can't stand up even if you pee? Go, go, take him to the hospital."
In fact, Qian Er was in the ambulance right now, but as soon as Sir Ma said, the ambulance drove away first.
But now Zhou Yusheng walked over with an ugly face, "Old Ma, the way you often laugh...may be the same as the one in the detention center."
"What?" Ma Houde's expression changed slightly.
Zhou Yusheng said seriously: "Before the accident, Chang Xiao was driving, he must have been facing the windshield... But there was no trace of damage on the windshield, unless the two people in the same car were lying, otherwise it would be too weird .”
Ma Houde scratched his head and looked around, "There is no surveillance around here... In this case, first take the people in the same car back and have a thorough interrogation. Let's see if an autopsy report can be released tomorrow."
This was the only way to go, Zhou Yusheng could only nod his head.
Ma sir said again at this moment: "Old Zhou, I don't think it's better than this. This place is also closer to your home. Why don't you go back first, take a bath and rest. There are still many things to do tomorrow."
"I'm not tired." Zhou Yusheng shook his head.
"But I'm tired!" Ma Houde slapped Zhou Yusheng on the back without saying a word, "I won't help you, I'm not steady!"
"You old boy." Zhou Yusheng couldn't help but smiled wryly, "You'd better go back first, your wife has a second child, it's right to take care of her...Anyway, someone should take care of this matter, and someone will do the following procedures. I I'm not tired, I'll do it."
"Is that what you said?" Ma Houde blinked, "I didn't force you?"
"Okay, why are there so many nonsense?" Zhou Yusheng replied angrily.
Ma sir took out a cigarette case at this moment, gave Zhou Yusheng a cigarette, and lit one himself. According to the situation, he planned to drive home after smoking. He patted Zhou Yusheng on the shoulder, and suddenly said curiously: "I said Old Zhou, you seem to have changed people in the past two or three years, so why are you working so hard?"
Zhou Yusheng said casually: "We are policemen, if we don't fight, who will fight?"
Ma Houde was stunned, and leaned against the car door, "Oh, if you had said this a few years ago, I wouldn't believe it at all. But in the past two or three years, you have almost become a desperate Saburo, so I can't help but believe it." ... I still remember when the two teams of us worked together to handle the case. At that time, the Luo team was still there, and the second team was led by the Gao team. You were the most cunning at that time. You came to work on time and left work on time. After all, Dahuo said that you are here to fool around."
Zhou Yusheng lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.
Anyway, the two are at the same level now, Ma Houde laughed awkwardly at this moment, "Old Zhou, I'm just sighing, there is no other meaning. Old Zhou?"
Seeing that Zhou Yusheng was pressing his palm on his forehead and rubbing vigorously, and his expression looked a little painful, Ma sir became concerned.
"It's okay..." Zhou Yusheng shook his head, took out a small bottle from his clothes, poured out two pills, stuffed them into his mouth, took a bottle of water from the car, and took a few sips.
"What medicine are you taking?"
Zhou Yusheng took care of his breathing and seemed to feel more comfortable, "Just a little headache medicine, it's fine."
"Is it possible not to have a headache?" Ma Houde said angrily, "Like you, you stay up late every day and often don't sleep. I wouldn't be surprised if you die suddenly someday. No, no, I think otherwise, you go back and rest. I'll take care of the next thing."
"No need." Zhou Yusheng shook his head.
Ma Houde's attitude became tougher, "Are you going? If you don't, I'm going to call Director Liu and ask him to give you an order?"
"This..." Zhou Yusheng rubbed his forehead. He really had a severe headache at the moment, so he could only helplessly say, "Okay, I'll go back first."
"Remember to see a doctor!"
Zhou Yusheng waved his hand, as if he didn't listen. Ma Houde was not at ease, so he called a colleague and drove Zhou Yusheng back.
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"Captain Zhou, are you feeling better? Shall I get you a glass of water?"
A colleague helped Zhou Yusheng down, and he was on the sofa at his home.
"No need, I can take care of myself." Zhou Yusheng leaned on the sofa, raised his head, waved his hands and said, "There are a lot of things in the bureau, so go back and do your work first. I'll be fine after I rest, and I'll go back to the bureau later." Here...you sort out Chang Xiao's information as soon as possible."
"But Captain Zhou, why don't you rest a little longer? With the horse team watching, it shouldn't be a big problem."
"Go as soon as I tell you, why are there so many nonsense!" Zhou Yusheng's tone suddenly became a little more serious.
The colleague had no choice but to nod, poured a cup of hot water, and then left quickly... I thought Team Zhou might be in a bad mood these days. The ability to solve crimes is top-notch, but under high pressure, the people in the team are miserable.
Maybe it's a family problem... Everyone knows that Zhou Yusheng's family is not very good. Today, after helping him back home, the house is empty, which can be seen.
Shaking his head at the same time, he took one last look at Zhou Yusheng before closing the door.
After his colleague left, Zhou Yusheng was groggy, and cold sweat slowly broke out on his forehead and neck. He only felt dry mouth and tightness in his chest... He wanted to drink water, but his hands shook, and he swiped the cup. The child fell to the ground and shattered directly.
The sound of the cup breaking, like a switch, drove Zhou Yusheng crazy and yelled a few times.
He frantically swept away the things on the table, and even overturned the coffee table. He kept screaming at the empty house.
The surroundings around him seemed to be divided, overlapping heavily, Zhou Yusheng opened his mouth in pain, slowly covered his ears with his hands, knelt down on the ground, and finally curled up.
He seemed to hear countless, repeated and loud voices.
Bang bang bang bang bang bang!
Such a voice.
Finally, he fell to the ground, and he didn't know whether he was tired and fell asleep, or passed out.
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Subconsciously, Zhao Le's hands were a little weak, and he almost failed to hold the box he was holding in both hands... He took a deep breath, and the first moment the box was closed, he looked around nervously.
The road was full of people rushing to work or school, and no one was in the mood to pay attention to Zhao Le's sudden gaffe.
He lowered his head and held the box on his body. He originally planned to rush to the direction of the bus station, but suddenly changed... He walked quickly to the nearest public toilet, walked into one of the boxes, and closed the door.
Zhao Le's eyes flickered a little, he quickly pushed his glasses, and put his hands on the box... He froze.
Suddenly, Zhao Le took a deep breath. While taking a deep breath, he opened the box directly... The silver pistol didn't seem to be light. He could even feel the weight on his legs.
Zhao Le took a deep breath again, and picked up the pistol... It still felt heavy. It was obviously made of metal, not just a plastic toy.
Under the silver pistol, there was still a small paper card... Zhao Le quickly picked it up and opened it.
Hold a gun, think about the person you want to kill, and the bullet will appear.
You can kill regardless of distance.
Then there are two sentences of explanation and no more.
Zhao Le was silent for a moment, and put the pistol and the piece of paper back into the box... He pondered for a while before taking out his phone.
Social software, blank avatar.
There is no record of any news... Zhao Le quickly typed a line.
Gun, did you send it
After the message was sent, Zhao Le stared at the screen without blinking, and silently counted the time. After about a minute, the screen displayed the reply word.
No.
After Zhao Le saw the reply, he quickly typed new words.
I got a pistol today, but no bullets, do you know who sent it
But after waiting for a long time, there was no reply this time... Zhao Le gritted his teeth and typed again.
The police came for me.
This time there was still no reply.
Three minutes, ten minutes... Twenty minutes and still no reply.
Zhao Le's eyes flickered fiercely, and finally he closed his eyes. After a while, he regained his original smoothness. He cleared the message record, and the screen became blank again.
Zhao Le thought for a while, and finally stuffed the pistol and small pieces of paper into the schoolbag, left the box behind, and left here with his head down.
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Fortunately, there was no class in the first period, so Zhao Le was not late even though there was a lot of delay Qualifications.
So, he most likely didn't allow himself to make mistakes in school.
Large classrooms, public classes.
The teacher in today's class is Lecturer Gao. This teacher's course is also one of Zhao Le's compulsory courses. He still needs the credits of this course. Of course, there are only three class hours a week, which is not too much.
However, generally speaking, Lecturer Gao came late to the class, and basically missed the seat in front of him. Although Zhao Le was not late, he arrived just in time.
For this, he can only go straight to the back seat.
Just when he entered the classroom through the back door, Zhao Le saw a few malicious eyes. These were the students who held him down on the high floor yesterday and beat him up.
The one who took the lead saw Zhao Le entering through the back door, squinted his eyes and smiled, and suddenly stood up.
Zhao Le lowered his head, immediately changed direction, looked around in a hurry, and suddenly, as if he saw a savior, he immediately sat down.
He sat next to... Chen Mingming.
After the few boys saw it, they gestured towards Zhao Le, then sat down with a sneer and sat down for class. The bell was about to ring, and Gao came in later, so they couldn't make a fuss.
Although he is only a lecturer in the school, although he doesn't know that the father-in-law of lecturer Gao is a high-level person in the system, he is expected to go to the province next year
Several students' families said that some assets also had connections, but even their parents dared not offend them, let alone themselves.
"Obviously... I'll leave after class. I won't implicate you..." Zhao Le shrank his neck at this moment, and whispered something next to Chen Mingming.
Chen Mingming glanced at it indifferently, and then said, "Let's go to class first."
The lecturer, Gao, walked slowly into the classroom from the front door at this time... Because of the relationship between different classes, Gao's gaffe yesterday, today's students did not see it.
Although some students will speak up on school forums, the impact is not that great.
Gao Huan looked around at the students, and finally saw Chen Mingming who was sitting in the back seat, and nodded slightly, "Okay, students, let's start class."
Before turning on the projection, Gao quietly turned on the camera of his mobile phone and placed it on the podium... Afterwards, he entered the venue with a face to continue his lecture.
Even in the middle of the journey, he once again saw Luo Qiu's figure suddenly appearing in that empty place, Gao didn't feel anything unusual.
Sure enough... it still appeared.
This is still a lecture that meets the standard... Just like the previous few times, after the get out of class bell rang, Gao once again couldn't see Luo Qiu, and no student could know anything.
Gao stayed after class as usual, waiting for some students who came forward to ask questions. He didn't pack up his things and leave until almost the next class time, returning to his office.
Together as usual.
Along the way, Gao didn't turn on his mobile phone. He didn't connect his mobile phone to the computer until he returned to the office, and opened the recording video taken during class.
From the first second...to the last second of the video, there is no fast forward for a moment.
Finally, he turned off the computer dejectedly and did not.