Criminal Investigation Notes

Song Wen and Lu Siyu returned to the office and told several team members what Chen Sixue had said, only skipping the link where she cured her eyes.

Fu Linjiang lowered his head to digest the information mentioned by Song Wen, sorted out his thoughts and said: "The current case progress, that is to say, the real Chen Yanqiu, he took Zhang Rui's mobile phone and credentials. He lived more than a month since New Year's Day. Later, he was killed and put his body in a chemical plant. Chen Yanqiu...this man is terminally ill, right? There is a younger sister, so why did he do this?"

Song Wendao: "His behavior like this should be related to his previous'part-time job'. Now we don't know what the specific content of his part-time job is."

"What else? It must be something illegal and criminal." Old Jia said, "The kid got scared after taking the money, so he changed his identity and his roommate, pretending to be dead."

Song Wen didn't know how to analyze this behavior of the deceased.He looked up at Lu Siyu. Lu Siyu was biting his nails and thinking very intently. After a while, he said four words: "Jin Chan escapes his shell."

After the two people exchanged identities, Chen Yanqiu must have done something with Zhang Rui's identity in one to two months, and he hoped that others would think he was dead.

Song Wen asked Zhu Xiao again: "How did you conduct the social survey of the deceased Chen Yanqiu?"

Zhu Xiao took out several stacks of materials: "The information I found is here." He hesitated and said, "What should I say... This person is a good person."

Seeing everyone showing a puzzled look, Zhu Xiao explained.

"No matter where I call, as long as I ask this person, it is the same evaluation. Then they feel sympathy and regret for his illness and death."

Zhu Xiao further concretized the incident: "This person has always been excellent in character and learning. In elementary school, he was a student of all kinds of good points, and he had received a certificate of reward for collecting money. In junior high school, he was a moral pacesetter of five stresses and four beauties. At the university, he was the chairman of their student union."

"Shortly after graduating from university, he has been a volunteer longer than many old volunteers who have been working for a few years. Before he fell ill, he had donated blood 5 times. Even if he got sick, he was positive and optimistic. In the Mutual Aid Association, he uses his own example to encourage other patients, and often allows them to live in the basement rented by him for free. When he is wealthy, he will lend money to patients in difficulties and will also take the initiative to help them. All patients, doctors , The nurse, all commented that he was a gentle, kind, considerate person..."

Zhu Xiao sighed, "Seriously, if all kinds of data and evidence were not in front of me, I would suspect that such people exist in the world if only hearing others say so..."

After hearing his words, everyone was silent for a while.

God is unfair, but such a young man has a terminal illness...

No one knows what happened at the end of his life.Why did he die in the end?

Looking further down, all kinds of data and analysis will not help them much. After Chen Yanqiu became Zhang Rui, only a few text messages were sent. Those text messages were proof of Zhang Rui’s survival, and Chen Yanqiu was covering up. The truth that Zhang Rui is dead.

Under the guise of being a friend, a person who has "dead" quietly blended into human society...

He didn't use the bank card anymore, maybe he stayed in a small hotel, or rented a house, but there is no record left.

The young man cut off all contacts and personally turned the last two months of his life into a mystery.

Song Wen gave the Q group number to Zhu Xiao. There are still more than two hundred people in the group. Through various information, Zhu Xiao quickly determined the number used by Zhang Rui and Chen Yanqiu. Although they have passed away, they 'S numbers are still in the group and have not been kicked out for a while.

To get more information, entering the Q group is undoubtedly the fastest way.

Song Wen asked: "Can you decipher their number and log in to see the situation in the group?"

Zhu Xiao said: "There should be no problem, I will apply immediately. By the way, I can check the past records in the group, but it will take some time."

"It's best to transfer them out together." Song Wen thought for a while and said again, "but these people are very cautious, and the details about part-time jobs may not be revealed on the Internet. Please find out all the information you can find first."

Song Wen arranged the work here, and when he turned around, he saw Lu Siyu standing in front of the whiteboard in the office, staring at the information posted on the board.

With the confirmation of Chen Yanqiu's identity, they now know more and more information.

When Zhang Rui died, the forensic doctor also did an on-site investigation and took a few photos. However, it was not very detailed because it was handled when he died.

Lu Siyu lowered his head and stared at a few photos of the scene. They were from the previous treatment of the corpse in the basement. The corpse in the photo had long been decayed and his face was completely unrecognizable. It was just a man in winter clothes that could be seen.

There are also a few photos taken of the indoor environment. They are two dark basements. Only on the south side, there is a row of small ventilation windows. In this environment, the sun may not be seen all day, and the basement is very It's messy, and all kinds of furniture are old.Through the photo, you can smell the musty smell in the basement.

Lu Siyu’s fingertips paused for a while on a photo. It was a small desk with pens and paper on it. On the desk were two rows of bookshelves. Zhang Rui’s education level was not high. The bookshelf was obviously Chen Yanqiu's, it can be seen that he prefers books on philosophy and travel.

There is no kitchen in the house, but there is a small operating table with an old rice cooker on it, a microwave oven, a chopping board on the side, and a simple knife holder.

"On the knife holder, it seems that a fruit knife is missing." Lu Siyu pushed the photo to Song Wen, and there was an empty space beside the kitchen knife.

Song Wen remembered something: "Lin Xiuran's previous forensic report stated that Chen Yanqiu... is the lethal weapon of the mummy. It seems to be a knife about 15 centimeters, but it is a bit similar to this fruit knife..." Then he He shook his head again, denying his thoughts, "This kind of knife is too common, even if it is similar, it can't prove anything."

Although there has been some progress in the identification of the victim, the next action has to wait for the next investigation result. Song Wen and Lu Siyu were half an hour late, and they still got off work on time.

After entering the door, Lu Siyu walked a few steps and fell on the sofa. The sequelae of the reduced dose has completely come out. He only slept for a few hours yesterday, and his mind was like a paste. After a busy day , Lu Siyu felt that every cell was overloaded, and he didn't want to move.

Song Wen had long noticed that he was uncomfortable, but gritted his teeth and said nothing, walked over and asked him, "Should I do it for dinner?"

Lu Siyu raised his eyes to look at him: "Team Song, stop making trouble, I still want to have a good meal."

Song Wen said: "Okay, I'll help you, you teach me." Lu Siyu could not see it himself, but he noticed that the man's face was abnormally white, and even the color of his lips faded.

Lu Siyu thought for a moment, but he really didn't have the strength to get up, and moved his fingers to compromise and said, "That's better, make porridge..." After speaking, he curled up on the sofa, feeling thick from inside to outside. Heavy tiredness.He threw up all the food he had eaten in the morning and didn't eat much at noon. He should be hungry now, but his stomach was empty and he didn't feel anything, as if the organ was no longer his own.

Song Wen put the rice in the rice cooker, wondering not to be too foolish, and went to cook two more dishes.When he arranged the things, he came over to greet Lu Siyu.

Lu Siyu still closed his eyes, but he was obviously still awake. He seemed to be boneless. Song Wen gently shook him: "No, you have to eat something before going to sleep."

Lu Siyu's face was pale, his eyes could not be opened, and his voice was a little crying, like a child acting like a baby: "Officer Song, I am uncomfortable and have a headache... Let me sleep for a while... Don't move me..."

Lu Siyu's voice was almost pleading, and he called Officer Song again. Song Wen was taken aback, straightened up, and used his hand to get his pulse, fearing that his weakness might cause shock.Lu Siyu brushed his hand away: "It's okay, I'm just...a little tired, you let me rest..."

The little wolf put his ears up at this moment, leaned over, and licked Lu Siyu's hand.

Song Wen saw that Lu Siyu did breathe smoothly, that is, the whole person was very weak. He stretched out his hand to remove the dog, made a silent motion at it, and then hesitated, instead of holding Lu Siyu up, but He took a thin quilt from upstairs, covered him, and then sat on the sofa aside.

Lu Siyu was dazed and drowsy for a long time, feeling as if he had sunk somewhere, all kinds of voices, all kinds of people surrounded him.For a while, it seemed as if he was in a dark cabinet, and his brother stuffed him in. He said to him: "Don't make a noise, don't make any noise."; For a while, it seems like you are in the classroom with the teacher's mouth open. Zhang Yihe couldn't hear what he said; for a while, he seemed to be sitting in the forensic room, facing a corpse.

This is purely a self-protection mechanism activated by the body when it reaches its limit.Lu Siyu seemed to fall asleep for a while, his head was not so painful, and then he woke up hungry.

Lu Siyu struggled hard. He thought that Song Wen might be right. If he went to bed after dinner, he might not wake up hungry.

Song Wen found that he was awake and turned to look at him.

Lu Siyu opened his eyes, his eyes were still red, like a cat who had just woken up. He adjusted to the light in the room and asked, "What time is it."

Song Wendao: "After two o'clock, you slept for almost five hours."

Lu Siyu only felt that it was a short while later. He didn't expect that after so long, he got up and said: "I'm getting better, you haven't slept?"

Song Wen got up and put the dishes in the microwave: "I'm waiting for you to eat."

Lu Siyu looked up and saw that the tableware was the same as when he was asleep. He didn't move at all. He sat up with his forehead and said angrily, "You fool, what are you waiting for me..."

Lu Siyu was a little worried that Song Wen was hungry, and slept drowsily again, a little unwilling to speak, he was a little embarrassed when he finished speaking, and covered his face to reflect.

Song Wen didn't mind too much, but he retorted: "Uh, don't talk about your direct leadership, I also ate two bags of bread and one box of potato chips. And it's not all to wait for you. I'm on the Internet for clues. "

Lu Siyu still had no strength all over, but his mind turned around: "Is there a clue?"

Song Wendao: "That terminally ill group, I finally entered."