Criminal Investigation Notes

The investigation of the case has entered the fourth day. They have found out Chen Yanqiu's method of resurrecting his soul, and found a carefully planned top-up car accident, but they still know nothing about Chen Yanqiu's death.As of the case, no suspect has been identified.

In the morning, a few people met at the Municipal Bureau and exchanged the progress. Song Wen made the next work arrangement: "Fu Linjiang, Lao Jia, follow your directions, and Zhu Xiao, follow up with the Transportation Bureau." Then he turned his head to face Lu Siyu said, "Let’s check the downstream and meet the families of the victims of the car accident. I had an appointment with them yesterday. We will go there around ten o'clock."

What can be confirmed now is that there is a problem with this car accident, and the problem is very serious.If the real perpetrator of the car accident has no clue, they can only skip this link temporarily.Currently, the family members of Zhao Youlan, who died in the car accident, can be directly contacted.

Nancheng is too big. It covers an area of ​​7,000 square kilometers and has a population of several million. The disappearance of a cleaner in the city is basically silent. People only think of why there is no garbage when they see the garbage on the roadside. People clean.

The area where Zhao Youlan is responsible for cleaning is the section of Changshou Road in the west of Nancheng City.The total length is more than one thousand meters. There are tall sycamore trees on both sides of the road. At this time, it is the end of summer, and the leaves are still green. If it is autumn, the streets are full of sycamore leaves. You have to clean it two or three times a day.

Every morning, this fast area is divided into two sections by a road. At the end of one section, there are several lively bars. Every evening, it is a place of bliss for young people, and the other side of the road. , But it is a few abandoned buildings of the Republic of China.People have gone to the building for a long time, passing here at night, as if there will be ghosts and spirits at any time.

Two such extreme places, just separated by a street, appeared in this southern city, like hell and heaven.

Human beings pay a price for convenient transportation. Compared with various death methods, car accidents are the more tragic and painful.It is also hard to let go of what it brings to relatives.

In the early morning of December 25 last year, sanitation worker Zhao Youlan suffered a car accident and died on the spot after being dragged. He did not even have the chance to go to the hospital.

From those archives, you can see her life, Zhao Youlan, female, 54 years old, junior high school education, was a female cleaner in Nancheng Environmental Sanitation Bureau.She is ordinary in height and looks ordinary, passing by people, people will not even look at her, except for'normal' Song Wen can't think of a second word to describe her, she is like thousands of people living in Nancheng The ordinary workers are average, ordinary but conscientious.

Zhao Youlan's home is in Jianghuaishu Community, which is an old community.This is not prosperous. Looking south from the community, you can see the Nancheng Tower from a distance. Only at this time can people feel that this place and the modern high-rise buildings are in the same city.

Song Wen can hardly remember when he was in this place last time.Different from the modern elevator room with bright and clean windows, the windows of this old apartment are small and exquisite. It seems that the windows also take up an area. I can't wait to build a small "day" or "tian".Separate people from people, home from home.

Zhao Youlan’s wife is Zhang Congyun, a few years older than her, 60 this year.He and Zhao Youlan's daughter, Zhang Lili, work as cashiers in a supermarket. They divorced their husband two years ago and have a daughter. Today she happens to be shifting work and is at home.She was also contacted by Zhu Xiao by phone.

As soon as Song Wen entered the door, he showed his identity.

The area of ​​this house is small, about less than fifty square meters, mainly a living room, and a bedroom.The living room is full of garbage.The stool is old, the table is old, and there is a globe on the table, which is also old.The styles of the furnishings are quite different, some are Chinese style, some are European style, and some are even a little Southeast Asian style.

Zhang Lili looked at Song Wen and Lu Siyu looking at those things, and said, "My mother picked them up back then. How many times have I told her not to pick them up, but she likes to turn her home into a garbage dump. I can’t bear to throw it away, I can’t just get in, and I always tell me that some things look inconspicuous, and I don’t keep them all when needed."

Speaking of this, Zhang Lili seemed to think that Song Wen and the others might be wrong, and she smiled awkwardly: "Up to now, when people are gone, I am reluctant to throw them away. Let alone, some things are really pretty good. It worked. Once Niuniu’s schoolbag broke. I didn’t have time to sew it, and I didn’t have any suitable items on hand. I took a large pin from my mother’s treasure box and pinned it on. It was just right.” Then she again Said, "I'll pour you some water, my dad is old and a little hard-earned, you talk to him with a louder voice."

After speaking, she got up and poured water, leaving them to sit in the living room, where the living room and the balcony were connected together, and it was neither soundproof nor insulated, and could even smell the neighbor’s lunch.At the junction of the balcony and the living room, there is a double bed and a lot of bottles and cans on the ground.

A model of the South City Tower was placed on the window sill, and the early morning sunlight just shone on the tower, making the model more delicate.

Zhang Congyun was sitting next to the bed, working through the light from the narrow window.

Lu Siyu tilted his head and found that he was repairing a bench.It's better to say it's repairing. He will use two old benches to piece together a small stool.The old man's hands are rough, but very dexterous.

Song Wen was thinking about how to speak, Zhang Congyun lifted his eyes from behind the reading glasses and glanced at them again, with a somewhat wary look: "Lili just said that you are the police? What are you doing today?"

Song Wendao: "Hello, uncle, that, about your wife's car accident six months ago, we have some questions that need to be verified."

The old man raised his head, seeming to think about it, and asked: "Did you find my wife's cleaning car?"

Song Wen patiently explained to him: "Ask the responsible traffic police to clean the car. We are criminal police."

The old man’s mouth was bulging. He didn’t know what was stuffed, and he slurred: “We lost 280 yuan to the Sanitation Bureau for that car.” Then he vomited something out, and Lu Siyu discovered his mouth. What's in it are nails.

Song Wen tried to clarify the case: "This time we found a deceased person, which may be related to a car accident six months ago, and there may be other hidden details about the car accident, so we came to find family members to understand the situation."

The old man lowered his head and continued to study the broken stool in his hand, and measured it with a ruler: "What's the secret? People are dead, can they survive?"

Naturally, people cannot come back to life after death. Song Wen is a little embarrassed: "We are not talking about the hidden information. The driver provided by the traffic police at the time may not be the perpetrator who killed your wife."

The old man frowned and raised his head, and said vaguely: "Huh? The traffic police said that the perpetrator died long ago?"

Song Wen wondered how to clarify the twists and turns of the relationship with him: "It was not the perpetrator who died at the time, and the perpetrator may have helped others to commit the crime..." After speaking, he felt that Something is wrong. This is like a tongue twister. Song Wen can only find a supplement, "We are still investigating the details."

The old man lowered his head, seeming to give up understanding: "Oh, I'm really dizzy. What does this have to do with us?"

Song Wen gave a light cough, but he was asked. Chen Yanqiu's death did not seem to have much to do with them. He might not have been the direct murderer who killed Zhao Youlan, but was just a man who was fascinated by ghosts.He continued to ask: "Then what else do you know about the car accident? You can tell us anything when you think of it."

The old man said: "I don't remember for so long."

Song Wen took out a photo of Chen Yanqiu and put it on the table: "Have you seen this person?"

The old man didn't look up either: "I haven't seen it."

Then he spit out another nail from his mouth and began to nail it on the chair.

While talking, Zhang Lili brought a few cups over. The cups were like other furniture in the house. The four cups looked like each other, and one of them was broken.Seeing this situation, Lu Siyu had no intention of reaching out, and Song Wen also said, "Thank you." He took the cup that Zhang Lili had handed over and set it aside.

Zhang Lili took the broken cup herself, sat on a stool beside her, and lowered her head nervously.

There was the clapper sound of the old man nailing the stool, and the sound was quite rhythmic.Song Wen gave Zhang Lili a brief account of the case and began to ask about the specific circumstances of the car accident.

Lu Siyu opened the notebook beside him and looked up from his angle, and he could see a picture of Zhao Youlan. The background happened to be the Nancheng Tower. He was a little curious about the picture, and asked when the two chatted between them: "That one When was the photo taken?"

Zhang Lili looked at it and said, "It was taken when my mother was young. At that time, the South City Tower was just completed and tourists were not allowed to visit. She took such a photo under the tower. It's quite ashamed to say that my mother always thought I went there and looked at it. I don’t think I’m a real Nancheng person if I don’t get to the Nancheng Tower, but every time I go, I missed it for various reasons. In the end, she failed to reach that tower."

In the eyes of outsiders like Zhao Youlan, that tower was a symbol of the city, and it seemed that she hadn't been up to it, and she would not be accepted until she died, which became a pity.

Song Wen coughed lightly and began to question: "Did Auntie go to work in the morning as usual?"

Zhang Lili retracted her gaze and nodded: "...Yes, my mother went there for a while and set off at about 2:40. I was quarreled by her in the middle of the night. She had said that she wanted to come back and join my daughter. School activities. Niuniu has been dancing for two months and wanted to show her grandma, but she didn’t expect..."

"What time did you receive the call?"

"It was probably less than five o'clock in the morning. The call was made by the police, and they were sent directly to the hospital, and they were out of breath. At that time, the traffic police said that they had never seen such a drag..."

"Is it the other company that came forward?"

"Yes, it was said that the driver of the company hit someone and ran away. A person in charge of the company came over to discuss the compensation plan with us. The people over there were very polite. Later the traffic bureau told us that the driver had died of illness... …"

"Did you believe what the other party said at that time? Just... didn't you think there was a problem?"

"Of course there is a problem, how could it happen? I will die sooner or later, and if I hit my mother and die? I said there was a problem at that time..."

Zhang Lili was just talking about this, Zhang Congyun suddenly stood up, a little impatiently said: "What is the hindsight now? People are gone, what can I say?"

After hearing this, Song Wen just wanted to explain a few words, but Lu Siyu on the side pulled his sleeves and motioned not to interrupt.

Zhang Lili suddenly seemed to be lit, and stood up and said: "There is nothing to say, my mother died so unclearly, and the driver who caused the accident didn't figure out who it was, so you took the money and agreed to private That's it! Later, did you ask me when you signed it? Now that the police came to check again and you didn't let me say, you don't want to know, who killed my mother?"

The old man asked her back: "What can I do if I know it? It's already over. It's passed! It's been half a year!"

Zhang Lili said: "At least I clearly understand that I haven't even seen that bastard's face. If I did, if I did..."

The old man snorted and said, "Did you see it? What do you want?"

Zhang Lili bit her lip and stared at her own father with a brutal expression. After two seconds without holding back, she cried: "If you are wronged, you must at least hear him apologize to my mother. My mother kowtowed before her grave."

The old man snorted: "I have a fart."

Zhang Lili squeezed her neck and said, "Anyway, it's a good thing that the police are here now. I don't know who is the real murderer. I just can't swallow this breath!"

The old man stared at her and said, "What do you know is being unable to breathe?"

"At least I can read it to my mother when she burns the paper! My mother has served you for decades, and you have never broken your heart when she dies..." Zhang Lili's tears couldn't help but drip, even though her family was poor in the past, she I never felt that there was something missing in the family, but after her mother died, her father was like a different person.

She lost her mother originally, and her father’s indifference made Zhang Lili’s stinging worse. Today’s words, she held in her heart for too long, "Dad,...I was always bullied by my classmates when I was a child, and my mother was a joke. Yes, you didn’t tell me at that time, as long as you stand upright, there is no guilty conscience. You have to straighten your back. We don’t lose to anyone. We don’t take the initiative to bully others, but we have to ask for justice. Now you are how old you are. When I get older, have you forgotten all the things that taught me? You really...really disappointed me."