The Underworld Detective

Others also realized this, Sun Bingxin wondered: "The sports teacher who just spoke to us is the murderer? ”

“That's right, that's him. We've been played collectively!” Huang Xiaotao said.

Song Xingshen didn't say anything, and suddenly he rushed out the door. I didn't scream. I just saw him jump directly from the third floor and leave the person in charge behind.

Through the person in charge, we know some basic information about Mr. Jia. His full name is Jia Chung. He is 28 years old and usually belongs to a more silent oligarchy. After class, he leaves with a textbook, and he has no friends in private.

The person in charge of the other situation doesn't know either, but it doesn't matter, we're going to high school where he went later.

I took out a picture of Kevin Yuen and I showed it to him, and I said, "Do you know this guy? ”

The person in charge raised his eyebrows slightly: “How am I supposed to know people in this society? ”

I laughed: "I'm a teacher. I'm so honest. Tell me the truth! ”

The person in charge awkwardly tickled his cheek, honestly told the truth, there were some female students in the school who didn't learn well, after some little mix-up, outside to help - socialize. It was later reported that several female students involved, as well as a group of 'visitors' to their school, had been approached, and Kevin was one of them.

Because the spread of this affects poorly, and students' parents don't want their children's future to be ruined, so the big deal becomes smaller, the small thing becomes smaller, and it just goes down. To that end, schools have strengthened their management, and such incidents have been eliminated.

Huang Xiaotao said: "It is not insignificant that rape, lewdness, infancy, is more than three years and less than 10 years old, and that judgment is never taken lightly. Your school is amazing. You can hide so much from me! ”

The person in charge said embarrassingly: “We are also thinking about the future of our children. The girls are so small that they have been lured by bad people. How can they find a job when they grow up and how can they marry? ”

“All right, all right, stop it. It's really hard for you!” Huang Xiaotao mocked.

Schools are a relatively closed place, coupled with conservative teacher attitudes, so it can easily become a place to hide dirt. Things like bullying, prostitution and prostitution are often fussy and can't be covered before the public knows it.

Huang Xiaotao asked Wang Ai Dynasty to stay and protect the scene until the police arrived. On the verge of leaving, the person in charge advised us not to mention this today, for fear of affecting the school enrollment rate.

Song Xingshen hasn't come back yet. The three of us went to Yingjie Private Secondary School first. When we found the school, I didn't expect it. I denied what had happened before, but I discovered the lie at first sight.

What that school just did, compared to this one, is the little witch sees the big witch!

About six months after Teacher Xu's death, the remains of a young girl who had been whiteboned were found under the sand pond. The school did not associate this with Teacher Xu's whereabouts where the murderer thought he was hiding the body.

Fearing the same reputational impact, the school secretly disposed of the body on its own initiative.

If they had called the police and found the juvenile murderer, it might not have happened today. It's all because of a small incident that took place a decade ago, and then a series of butterfly effects that led to the serial killings today.

I asked the person in charge for the list of class students that Xu teacher had taken with me, and I did find Jia Zheng's name on it.

The kid still had the top grades when he was in school. Years of chemistry were all full scores, but the identity of the others was uncertain. Things were wrong, and the teachers had left long ago.

So we got a phone call, and we finally identified the victim.

Two female victims, one named Chen Xiaoyan and one named Gwen Qing.

Four male deceased, in turn Hu Zhuang Zhuang, Zhang Wei, Hou Shan and Qin Yu.

Among them, Zhang Wei and Ge Qing were husband and wife, and Chen Xiaoyan was Jia as the girl who had a secret love.

Writing down the names of the victims, Sun Bingxin said: “Who really killed Teacher Xu's daughter back then? Will Jia Chung really cut himself off like he said? ”

"I don't know who that man is," I sneered. "But I want to say that Jia Zhong is definitely not that kind of person, so he won't cut himself off. The killer is a man of great self-esteem, the real motive for serial killings is not atonement, because his classmates look down on him and his industry! In the name of revenge for Teacher Xu, he simply wanted to find a shameful cloth for his dark inner self. This psychology was self-deceptive and deceiving, even he believed it himself. ”

“And he's definitely not a man of justice! Imagine a teacher who teaches people, and a strange uncle invades his female students, and instead of calling the police, he uses them. Can Jia Zhong find Ke Wenyuan at the beginning of the murder, indicating that they have been in private contact, maybe he is blackmailing this person for a long time, could such a person be a messenger of justice? ”

At this time, Huang Xiaotao received a phone call, and after a brief conversation, he looked at me with a complicated look.

I asked why, Huang Xiaotao smiled and sighed: “Song Yang, you usually hit countless times in the face, but this time you were beaten hard in the face. Song Xingsheng just told me that the murderer killed himself! ”

“Impossible!” I stared.

“It's true.” Huang Xiaotao said.

Why did Song Xingchen not contact me directly, but call Huang Xiaotao on his phone? Is he also afraid to hurt my self-esteem?

I don't care about self-esteem or anything. I'm sure my reasoning is that a person's personality is like a stone on the side of a road, and it doesn't change easily. I insist: “Jia Chung would never commit suicide! ”

“Take a look at the body first!” Huang Xiaotao said.

We went to the place where Song Xingsheng was located. Turns out he chased the killer to a residential area, searched around, found a door that smelled of blood, and then broke the lock. When I pushed the door, I saw the scene.

A male corpse was strapped to his back by planks, kneeling on a turf seat, and his face had been eroded by hydrochloric acid. He wore a straight-up soap colour with a helmet worn by an ancient soldier with an imitation of an ancient sword in his hand.

If you look closely, there is an inscription on the ancient sword that says' Jade Dragon ’.

I immediately understood what the murderer was trying to convey - “Newspaper the King's Golden Plate, bring the Jade Dragon to his death”.

There was no obvious trauma to the body, but there was a red dot left by the injection on the wrist, and a syringe was thrown on the floor next to it, which still contained the liquid. A beaker filled with hydrochloric acid was thrown on the side of the floor and the hydrochloric acid was thrown out, burning a large spot of burning on the wood floor.

There were no signs of a fight at all, all signs of suicide, and the bodies resembled the murderers.

I couldn't help but clap my hands and sigh: "Bringing Jade Dragon to die as a king is a gorgeous thank you curtain. ”

Huang Xiaotao shouted: “Did you admit he committed suicide? ”

I shrugged my shoulder and said, "I only believe what I see in my eyes. Let's do an autopsy first! ”