Criminal Investigation Notes

Terminal illness, that is a word with despair.

Man is an individual with intelligence, fearing death and eager to survive.

People who know that they have a terminal illness will feel confused and painful.Then some people will sink down, while others will cheer up and look for all possibilities—all the possibilities of surviving.

Although they are all terminally ill, their fates are different. Some people die soon, while others can live for several years, or even more than ten years. Drugs, surgery, as long as there is hope, they are willing to try .

They are lonely, lonely, and fearful. They hope to meet more people like them. They encourage each other and keep warm. Even if the hope is slim, they must live by each other.

Under such circumstances, the patient group came into being.

The formation and existence of this group is of great significance to these patients, and it has become an important gathering place for them to exchange information.It has also become their spiritual comfort, even a pillar.

The patient group that Chen Yanqiu belongs to was spontaneously created by the patients. In the group, people often complain about some strange things they encounter, and some people also talk about the purchase channels of some drugs or the results of use. Compared with the general group, this group is more Active, people keep releasing all kinds of news every day.

There is also a kind of news, the news of death. After a period of time, one of the heads in the group will go dark and will never light up again.They will pity the sick and light candles for the dead.

It seems that they are different from ordinary people since they were sentenced by the hospital. It is this kind of group existence that allows them to fill the life of not knowing where to go.

Song Wen just sneaked in. What Song Wen didn't expect was that the group they belonged to claimed to be three groups among the sick population. There were more than two hundred people in the group. It can be seen that the number of people sickened in Nancheng is not a minority.

The number of people online in this group at night was still over 100, and after two o'clock, many people were still chatting on the screen and chatting hotly.

When I first came into contact with this case, it was full of doubts, and Song Wen felt that he was far away from Chen Yanqiu, and he couldn't understand his life and feelings at all. Now that he entered the chat group he had been in, Song Wen felt that he was suddenly drawn closer. The distance to those patients.

These people turned out to be ordinary people, talking about the movies they watched today and the clothes they were going to buy tomorrow.But they are different. Every sentence seems to express despair and desire for life.

Suddenly someone said: "I don't know if I have a chance to finish this play." The atmosphere in the group fell, but soon everyone became enthusiastic again.

"I heard that in India, a new targeted drug is being developed."

"Nancheng Affiliated Hospital seems to be adding several wards to this department recently."

"Oh, I like their nurse named Li, who looks good and gentle, and the needle is accurate."

After Lu Siyu woke up, he leaned against Song Wen, eating dinner while watching the chat in the group. In all fairness, Song Wen's porridge was cooked well.After he tasted it, the dishes were average, and there was room for improvement.

It was already two o'clock in the middle of the night, but the patients didn't mean to sleep at all. They seemed to be grabbing the last time of their lives and reveling.

Subsequently, the topic entered "Part-time job".

A man named Zhuozhuo with the label of administrator jumped out and asked: "Does anyone want to work? I want to take a private chat!"

"Hey, Zhuozhuo, are you soliciting business again?"

"Are you forcing us to sell?"

"Don't talk nonsense, you don't want anyone willing to be private with money!" Zhuozhuo said again, "Before this Friday, there is an urgent need for one person, male sex, more money to talk about, and fate." After two minutes, Zhuozhuo withdrew the news again.

Song Wen frowned, "Why did this group send out part-time jobs only at two o'clock in the morning? And...if it was sent, why did you withdraw it? The purpose is to prevent other patients from seeing their conversation in the morning?" He paused After a while, "And... since this scorching is over, why has the group suddenly been cold? It's not that many people stay up at night, just waiting for this information, right?"

"Go and ask." Lu Siyu said.

Song Wen used Zhang Rui's account and the screen name was Ruixue Zhaofengnian.He typed a few words, "What kind of job is this time?" After thinking about it, he deleted it and changed it to "I am interested." Then Song Wen and Lu Siyu looked at each other, and Lu Siyu nodded to him. .

Song Wen posted those four words.

After a while, the burning head shook: "?"

Song Wen didn't know how to answer for a while, whether his code was right or wrong, or there was a problem.But when he saw him back over there, "You are not Zhang Rui."

Song Wen sent the past three words: "I am."

The other party was silent for a moment: "Zhang Rui is dead, who are you?"

In an instant, Lu Siyu and Song Wen in front of the mobile phone suddenly became energetic. Does anyone know that Zhang Rui is dead?So, does this person know what's inside?Will he have any contact with the case?

Song Wen was considering what to say, Lu Siyu grabbed the phone with a spoon in his mouth, pressed a few words, and another question: "You don't believe me?" Since you want to pretend to be Zhang Rui, you might as well pretend to be a while. Explore the reality of the other party.

Song Wen watched him take the place, got up to wash his hands, sat at the dining table and began to eat. He had eaten some before, which would be regarded as a supper, and then he bowed his head and started peeling the boiled shrimp that he made at night.

The other party was silent for a moment, and then typed out a line, "Our group will check in every week to prove that he is alive. Zhang Rui has not checked in for six consecutive months, and he has not answered the call. He is dead. Are you Who?"

It turned out that the other party judged that Zhang Rui was dead.Lu Siyu's eyes blinked slightly, and a line of words was printed: "I am his friend, where did Chen Yanqiu go? Do you know?"

The other party's head was darkened for a moment, and when Song Wen felt that he might not be able to speak, the other party sent a message.

"He hasn't appeared for a long time, I don't know."

"The time he went to work before, what did he do?"

The first thing they need to figure out is what the so-called part-time job is.Looking at it now, it is very likely that this so-called part-time job was related to Chen Yanqiu's later weird behavior, and it may also be related to his death.

The other party didn't reply for a long time.

Song Wen lost his patience, and he gave up: "The other party seems to be offline. Tomorrow we will check the identity of this person. The big deal is to call the police station to ask." After speaking, he stuffed one into Lu Siyu's mouth. Peeled shrimp.

Lu Siyu bit the shrimp in his mouth and directly typed in: "Make a price."

Zhuo Zhuo, who hadn't spoken for a long time, suddenly came to life, his head changed from black and white to color, beating extremely active: "Ten thousand yuan."

Input in Lu Si: "Interview."

"cash."

"After the transaction."

"Okay, I will fix the time and place. I will send it to you later."

The two quickly reached an agreement, and Song Wen was taken aback by this transaction method: "Are you going to exchange money for news?"

"Why? Can't it?" Lu Siyu glanced at him and said, "Anyway, the other party is a patient, so it's treated as charity."

"What about your two-month salary, you are so generous." Song Wen said, "Moreover, you are not afraid that the other party is a liar and knows nothing?"

"No, he should know something. Moreover, he wants money. The money is in my hands. The news is worthless. I have the final say. As a policeman, are you afraid of fraud?" Lu Siyu said. Click one by one to check the names of those people, "Being in this group, recruiting people to work, and even selling drugs, is all for a word of money."

After getting sick, only money can prolong their lives.

Lu Siyu said again: "Furthermore, Lao Jia was right before. It is estimated that this part-time job is not a right way."

Song Wen frowned. It's not that he didn't guess this possibility. If those patients were used by others, it would be a terrible thing: "Those patients are very short-lived, and they are short of money, then they...whatever is possible. "Speaking, Song Wen stuffed Lu Siyu another shrimp, and he felt a kind of joy in feeding.

Those people are dying. They don’t have the physical strength of ordinary people, but they have an unwilling heart. They are about to die, their lives no longer have value, but money and desires are infinitely amplified. Such people have no life. To the bottom line, as long as there is enough money, it is possible for them to do anything.

"After the prawns are cooked, they can be served with ice water to make them more tender..." Lu Siyu said, mixing the porridge in front of him with a spoon: "Humans are like this. In the slave society, people are the commodities. One, even in modern times, there are people who sell children and women. Even dying people have use value. However, these people are still a minority. Cases like the one we have encountered should be rare."

Good and evil, poor and rich, life and death, there is inherently an insurmountable gap.Under terminal illness, this gap is enlarged, life is about to pass, and self does not exist anymore. They can sell their dignity, even kill, commit crime, and bring poison...

As soon as Song Wen's cell phone rang, a message came quickly from the other side: "KFC in front of People's Park, at 12 noon, I am wearing a red skirt."

Song Wen was stunned when he saw this sentence: "It's actually a woman..."

Lu Siyu returned his mobile phone to him: "It's not just men who get sick because men and women are equal."

The next morning, Song Wen received the information as soon as he woke up. Everything was consistent with their reasoning. The corpse was indeed Chen Yanqiu's. The people in the bureau also began to check the previous problems to confirm whether the cremated deceased was Zhang Rui. .

Song Wen didn't go to the police station, and took Lu Siyu directly to the People's Park in Nancheng City. When they arrived, it was about a few minutes past twelve. It was just a meal, and KFC was always overcrowded.

When Song Wen walked to the door and looked at it, this KFC was covered with glass curtain walls on three sides, with a wide view, and there were Starbucks and Haagen-Dazs nearby. People came and went, no wonder the other party chose such a place.

A long distance away, they saw a girl in a red dress nibbling chicken wings there, a red dress that was as red as fire, very eye-catching in KFC, the girl looked good, and she had a side ponytail. , Hanging down his face, with a pair of apricot eyes, saw the two of them sitting opposite each other, raised his eyes and glanced at them: "That's what you want to ask Chen Yanqiu and Zhang Rui? Did you bring the money?"

Lu Siyu took out a paper bag, showed her the money, and put it back in.

Song Wendao: "This will not make you worse afterwards, but the premise is that you have to know their affairs."

The girl looked at them again, her eyes rolled around, and wiped her hands with a tissue, "You... two, this age, this attitude, this, so handsome... won't... be the police?"

Song Wendao: "This has nothing to do with the transaction? Anyway, we are not bad guys."

The girl pursed her mouth, "...I have to confirm... just in case..."

Before she could finish her words, Song Wen suddenly stretched out a finger and slapped the girl's hair. The girl didn't expect this, and she let out an ah, and hid back.

But her speed was not as fast as Song Wen. Song Wen picked up a finger and dropped a Bluetooth headset from the girl's hair, which fell on the dinner plate in front of her with a clang.She screamed quietly and was drowned in the noise of the restaurant.

"It's just asking for some news, it has to be like Infernal Affairs." Song Wen pointed to the Starbucks on the side, "Call Zhuozhuo, since they are all here."

The girl blushed, stared at both of them, grabbed the earphones and ran away.

Just now, Lu Siyu sat beside him with a cold face and said nothing. When the girl left, he turned his head and looked at Song Wen: "How did you tell?"

Song Wen pointed to the pile of chicken bones in front of him: "Having a terminal illness and having such a good appetite? And she tilts her head to the side from time to time, just listening to what the other party is saying. Then..." He pointed to Starbucks, " Someone is looking at us from there."

Sure enough, after a while, a woman with a hat walked from the direction of Starbucks and sat opposite the two.

"Zhaozhuo?" Song Wen asked again.

"I am, let's talk, what do you want to know." The woman's voice was slightly hoarse. She looked up in her early twenties. Her eyes were dark and calm. They were eyes used to seeing life and death. .