Criminal Investigation Notes

Lin Shang was caught at his grandmother's house, and he confessed to all the crimes.And the process he said is almost exactly the same as Song Wen's reasoning.

At that time, agitated, he stabbed his father's heart with a knife, and Lin Zhenghua died quickly. Because the knife was stuck in the wound, the bleeding was not too much.He was frightened, but he was very calm in love.Before the corpse formed, Zhonglove stuffed the corpse into a large suitcase with him and transported it to the rental house.

The mother and son went to the cram school pretending to be fine, but Lin Shang did not listen to all the courses.

The French Open was full of negligence, and although he made sacrifices in love and was willing to commit the crime for him, in the end Lin Shang still did not escape the punishment of the law.

Song Wen went through the whole case again, and basically all the previous questions had been answered, and most of the loopholes were filled.

Lin is not an adult, and what is waiting for him is to enter the juvenile school for education; Ma Minghui and Guo Zi will be sentenced for extortion; Zhongqing will be sentenced to asylum and corpse abuse and be punished by law.

After three days and seventy-two hours, even if a corpse case was so solved, all four criminals were arrested.

After the case was solved, it was busy for several days to close it, and these few people in the team finally ushered in a rare weekend.On Sunday afternoon, Song Wen habitually took out his sketchbook and began to paint.

He painted face after face, loved ones, Lin Zhenghua's, Lin Shang's, and he didn't close the book until these various faces filled the entire sheet of paper.

Then Song Wen turned on the phone, sliding his finger on the screen, but suddenly thought of something, and opened the album. There was a photo in the album, which he found from Cheng Xiaobing's material evidence that day.That photo shouldn't have been taken, but the little girl pressed the shutter and was reluctant to delete it.After Song Wen discovered this photo, he didn't say anything, but saved a copy in his phone.

Lu Siyu in the photo lowered his head, looking at the trunk of the victim's car, with a focused expression on his delicate face.

Some things, like beads, seem to be unrelated, but when you think about it, there are some signs that can be connected in series.Song Wen thought of Zhou Yining's words and the results of previous investigations. He suddenly got up, picked up his clothes and went out.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Lu Siyu was cooking dinner in a small villa in the west of Nancheng. Today he stewed a pot of fish soup. This fish was killed by himself.

Lu Siyu's movements were clean and tidy. First, he stunned the fish and removed the gills and black membranes from the viscera, fish gills and abdomen. Then he washed the fish without expression and washed away the blood on his hands.Use kitchen paper to absorb the water from the fish, heat the pan with cold oil, fry the fish in the opposite direction, and then add water. The light yellow oil blooms up, and the soup gradually turns white, until the soup is milky white and thicker.

Lu Siyu has always believed that the freshness of food is closely related to the death time of organisms. If you want to make delicious enough food, you must cook it in the shortest time when the food is dead.So he usually buys poultry and fish by himself. The blood of the poultry is warm, the blood of the fish is cold, and the shrimp is alive and kicking. Only when such food is made can it be called delicious on earth.

After the fish soup was simmered, Lu Siyu made another tomato sirloin, put it in a pressure cooker, mashed the boiled potatoes, mixed with the gravy, the meat rolls in the oven made a sizzling sound, and it was rolled with lettuce. Super delicious.

Waiting for several other dishes to be prepared and served on the table, the room was filled with the aroma of food, and was about to sit down to enjoy the food, Lu Siyu suddenly heard the doorbell, and he raised his head in surprise. In addition to express delivery and security, few people come.

Lu Siyu wiped his hands and walked to the door. Looking out from the cat's eye, he saw Song Wen standing at the door.

Lu Siyu’s first reaction was to pretend to be absent. He turned around and looked at the brightly lit room, and then at the floor-to-ceiling windows without curtains. Considering that if he didn’t open the door, Song Wen could really make it through the window. It happened, after hesitating for a while, he took the initiative to open the door slowly, and happily called out: "Team Song."

Song Wen changed his shoes from time to time, and Lu Siyu squatted at the door, arranging the shoes he changed in a row with the other shoes.

Song Wen walked into the room and looked up at the environment habitually.

This community belongs to the wealthy area of ​​Nancheng. Each building is a single family with a courtyard.

It is said that this room type is designed by a Spanish designer. The entire villa has a bit of exoticism. The living room has a height of four or five meters. The top surface is shaped like an arc. When you enter the door, you will find a more than 100 flat and transparent living room plus a dining room. , There is a two-by-two square island in the kitchen, surrounded by various equipments, including both Chinese and Western kitchens. After cooking, the kitchen is very tidy.

Song Wen had an occupational disease, scanned the entire living room, and finally landed on Lu Siyu. Lu Siyu stood aside, wearing soft and comfortable home clothes, wearing a pair of gold wire round glasses, expressionlessly. Looking at this uninvited guest.

Song Wen finally scanned the dishes on the table, and each plate was neatly arranged: "You eat so much every day."

"I'm used to it. Cooking is a kind of rest." Lu Siyu looked at Song Wen. Today is a day off. He obviously came directly from home, and he specially rushed for a meal. He said, "Song team Haven't had dinner yet?"

"I'll just say a few words, and I'll go back to eat." Song Wen coughed lightly, rejecting it insincerely.

"It's not troublesome, but it's just a matter of adding a pair of tableware." Lu Siyu took out the tableware and put it in front of Song Wen. Then he added some chopped green onions to the fish soup and put it on the table. Two glasses of red wine were poured.At the beginning, there was a little less wine in one cup. Lu Siyu frowned and added a little more wine. The wine in the two cups was the same height. Only then did he take one of the cups to Song Wen.

Song Wen was not polite, as if he had come to eat a meal, sat at the table and ate with Lu Siyu. The fish soup of the main course was especially good, and the extremely fresh fish soup was not smelly. There is only a unique aroma of fish, not as greasy as other meats. The thick soup after drinking makes Song Wen's whole body warm and warm.

Lu Siyu clamped a large amount of chopsticks, Song Wen raised his head and heard him yell affectionately, "Little wolf..."

Song Wen didn't expect to be called by his nickname suddenly, he stopped and looked at Lu Siyu.His nickname colleague doesn't know it, and it's hard to associate him with Song Wen's current appearance.He was about to ask where Lu Siyu knew his nickname.However, a pure white Samoyed jumped out of the guest bedroom on the side and went to the table skillfully twice.As soon as Lu Siyu put the fish on the table, the dog began to eat it.Lu Siyu lowered his head, stretched out a plain white hand expressionlessly, scratched the dog's stomach, and the dog squinted his eyes.

"..."

It is obviously a dog, why is it called a wolf?

The dog was beautifully touched, and Song Wen watched Lu Siyu playing with the dog, and somehow felt a strange feeling in his heart. For a person who is usually so cold, this gentleness is all on the dog.

"Little wolf, say hello to the guest." Following Lu Siyu's order.The dog jumped down and ran over and rubbed against Song Wen's jeans.

"Your dog is quite familiar..." Song Wen felt that the dog under his feet was very intimate, and couldn't help reaching out and touching the dog's head.

Lu Siyu couldn't stand it anymore: "Little wolf, don't rub your ass against other people's pants..."

The dog was criticized, showing an aggrieved expression and shrank his body, raised a leg under Song Wen's feet, and made a pee action.

Song Wen froze with his chopsticks: "..."

Suddenly there was an urge to eat dog meat hot pot.

The dog was taken away by Lu Siyu again. Song Wen looked at him and couldn't help asking, "Why is this dog called Xiaolang?"

"Why, doesn't it sound good?" Lu Siyu pinched the round face of the dog, looked up at him, and then he explained, "I picked up this dog. I moved out from the dormitory at that time. I was a little afraid of loneliness. , I picked up this dog on my way home. At that time, it was dirty and barked at me. The two canine teeth were like wolves. They were small, not fierce, but special. Cute, I suddenly thought of this name."

Song Wen took out a tissue from the side and wiped his mouth, relentlessly exposing his lies: "You are really lucky to be able to pick up a thoroughbred Samoyed."

Lu Siyu gave a hmm, seeming to have not heard the suspicion and sarcasm in Song Wen's words at all. He did not explain any more, lowered his head and touched the dog's belly, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a meal, Song Wen put his bowls and chopsticks aside, and then he reached the subject. He habitually rolled up the sleeves of his shirt: "I'm here today, I want to tell you something."

Lu Siyu gave a hum, and reached out to get Samoyed off the table.The dog got into the kennel of the guest room very consciously with its tail clamped.

Song Wen paused to cut to the topic: "Your previous psychological assessments were not ideal."

There was a trace of doubt on Lu Siyu's always expressionless face, he held his glasses a little, and seemed to be a little confused about the result.

"I have a question to ask you." Song Wen asked him, "Why do you want to be a detective?"

Lu Siyu coughed slightly: "I have had such a dream since I was a child..."

Song Wen cut off his words and raised his eyebrows: "Practical, don't fool me with the police academy."

Lu Siyu looked at him: "Then Song Team, can you tell me why you want to be a detective?"

"There are always many bad people in this city, and someone needs to catch those bad people." Song Wen raised his head and looked at Lu Siyu, "This is something that always needs someone to do."

The light in the room was quiet, and Song Wen continued: “However, I chose this profession mainly because of my family. Many people in the city bureau didn’t know that my father was an old criminal policeman. The image of is glorious and great in my heart, but later, I discovered that there are things my father can’t do, and there are things that disappoint me. And my father is a face-saving person... He is very impartial, It’s also what people often say, swollen face to fill up fat, he likes to be on the front line in everything, he is a good policeman praised by the personal population, but in fact, once something happens...in his heart, his son or wife No matter, his own life can be discarded..."

Song Wen didn't make the matter very clear, but Lu Siyu understood that something must have happened, which made Song Wen as a son extremely disappointed in Song Cheng, and his father's image plummeted.

"Later, when I was eight years old, my father and my mother divorced."

When Song Wen said this, Lu Siyu's eyes changed slightly, and he blinked as if he was sympathetic.

Song Wen shrugged and said: "He and my mother tossed each other for a few years, and then remarried, so I didn't grow up as a single-parent family, but for a few years in between, the position of father was missing. He It rarely appears, and once it appears, it is very harsh on me. Later, I learned to resist amidst his reprimands and reproaches. I habitually confronted him. If he doesn't think about me, I have to show him At that time, he wanted me to be a doctor, so I ran to become a policeman. Now, I like this job."

These words, Song Wen rarely talked to others, both he and Song Cheng were very stubborn.Songcheng hopes that he can become a doctor like his mother and enter the medical school. In Songcheng, he believes that being a policeman is a very hard job, and there are a lot of right and wrong in it, not to mention the hard work, and there are a lot of evils every day. .But Song Wen specifically confronted Song Cheng, applied for the police academy, and after graduation, entered the Nancheng City Bureau.

In the end, after a few years as a criminal police officer, Song Wen felt that he was very suitable for this job.He is qualified for this position and is a natural detective.So he was relieved about the result of this choice.As he grew older, Song Wen gradually understood that Song Cheng couldn't help himself in doing things, but the gap between father and son could not be resolved in a few words.

After listening to Song Wen’s words, Lu Siyu bowed his head and said: “When I first went to school, I applied for the Department of Forensic Medicine. Later, I took a course related to criminal investigation. Towards the end of the course, that course The instructor of the class suddenly approached me, and he solemnly suggested that I should consider my future career plan, whether to be a forensic doctor or a criminal police officer. In his career description, the job of a criminal police officer seems to be more suitable for me. So I thought carefully and chose this career."

Song Wen continued to ask: "Being a criminal policeman is very hard. Are you sure you can stick to it?"

"I feel it's okay to get used to it now." Under Lu Siyu's persistent efforts and pampering with him, he didn't feel wronged.

"You have been in the police force for more than a week. What did you think about the last case?"

"I feel like I have learned a lot."

At this point in the conversation, Song Wen's expression suddenly became more serious: "I have another story I want to tell you."

Lu Siyu also seemed to perceive some different atmosphere. He sat upright on the chair and looked at Song Wen. Song Wen’s current expression is somewhat familiar to him. It was his expression during interrogation, as if the one sitting opposite was not his. Colleague, subordinate, but a suspect.His eyes have penetrated everything.

"This story happened a few years ago. There were various departments in a police school, including forensic medicine. Among the new students enrolled, one of the new students had significantly better performance than the others, and this man grew up. It's pretty good, and many girls in the school chase him. But this boy, coldly, rejected a lot of people..." Song Wen said in a deep voice, under the light, Lu Siyu's face was still expressionless. , As if listening to a pure story.

"...This situation undoubtedly aroused the jealousy of some boys in the dormitory. The boys in the class began to cling together, taking that boy as an imaginary enemy. At the beginning, there were some insignificant jokes, and then they began to intensify and tear his books. , Got his quilt wet, and later at 8 o'clock in the evening, they tricked the boy into the laboratory building, stole his mobile phone, and locked it in the autopsy room. On that day, there was a fresh sentence from the autopsy room. The corpse that was just dissected."

Song Wen said, staring at Lu Siyu’s face, not letting go of any of his subtle expressions: "...At that time, they were just freshman. Although they were going to study forensic medicine, they had not formally touched the corpse. The mischievous boys later said that they wanted to scare their classmates, lock him up overnight, and put out his arrogance. This incident was only discovered by the administrator when the dormitory lights were turned off at 12 o’clock in the evening, and the dean took the teacher anxiously. Go and save people. When they opened the door of the autopsy room, they found that the boy was facing the dissected corpse indifferently, separating various organs, and carefully watching..."

When Lu Siyu heard this, he finally said: "When you are in school, the opportunity for anatomy is very rare, especially when facing the corpse alone."

"But at that time, the boy was only eighteen years old." Song Wen looked at the person in front of him. Under the light, his skin was white and shiny, but the red spots on his throat were as red as blood. I didn't know that. What an enchanting look he should have at that time.

"Those boys were punished, and the leader was expelled, and that boy was allowed to not live in school and live outside the school. No one in the school dared to be friends with him anymore, everyone said He is a lunatic, a pervert, and some people even say that he has some special hobbies for corpses. This boy may be withdrawn by nature. He doesn't care about the opinions of his classmates, but gets along well with his instructor." Song Wen said here, Looking up, "The story is here, it's just an ordinary story. The bad students were punished, and the good students went their own way. But..."

Song Wen picked up the glass and took a sip of red wine, and looked at Lu Siyu: "Xue Tong, you still have an impression of this name." That was the student who was expelled because of that incident.

"I always feel that this matter is not as simple as it seems. Later, I checked the person's social relations. After dropping out of school, he has become an ordinary taxi driver. When I asked What happened to him back then, he seemed afraid to say nothing more. After repeated questioning by me, he said a few words,'That's what he hoped', and then he hung up the phone and never I don't want to disclose anything." Song Wen asked Lu Siyu, "What do you think Xue Tong's words mean?"