The Underworld Detective

As soon as my voice went down, a policeman stood up at the table and yelled, “Why isn't he the murderer? When the murder happened, I was a new policeman, but I saw it all. The two seniors finally found Rushan Tie Zheng. If the bastard expert hadn't taken the money and burned the evidence, Ma San Yu would have been sentenced to death... By the way, the expert who burned the evidence was also named Song. Does he have anything to do with Song Advisor? ”

Huang Xiaotao dragged my sleeve down below and whispered a warning: "Don't say it! Don't say it!”

And I stood up and I said, "That asshole expert you're talking about is my grandfather! ”

I heard a lot of people yelling at my grandfather in the conference room, and even suspected that our task force was here to wash my grandfather away. I had no taste in my heart, and I asked the person who had just spoken: "I beg your pardon. Did you just say that my grandfather took money from his heart? Do you have any proof? ”

The policeman said, "I guess. Why else would he cover for the killer? ”

Everyone was looking at me, and I knew that once I had declared my identity, I was saying everything like I was cleansing my grandfather. Fortunately, Fat Officer stood up in time to play the roundabout and told us to calm down. Let's get down to business and solve the current case first.

At that time, a policeman came in and said that he had found some files from Ma San Yong. He read it to us. In the 1980s, Ma San Yue ran a sound shop in the county town. The business was quite red fire. Ma San Yue's character was heavy and delightful, but the person was too ugly. At the age of 267, he had never been in love. Later, he met a foreign worker's sister. The girl was quite standard, and all his friends said that Ma San Yue Yanfu was not shallow. The two of them quickly developed into a conversation about marriage. However, he did not expect that the girl had rolled up Ma San Yue's savings and disappeared. Turns into a liar.

With this blow, Ma San Yu was dismayed. A friend told me that he used to visit the redhead salon in order to vent. He contracted some unspeakable diseases!

Until he was thirty-five years old, Ma San Yu was introduced to marry his wife, because it was a blind and peaceful marriage, and life after marriage was very difficult, three days and a little noise, five days and a lot of noise. After a few years of stumbling, the wife left her two children and ran off with another man. She gave birth outside and only formally divorced Ma San Yu a few years later.

After all the changes, Ma San Yu became silent, drank alcohol all day, and the shop was not well run. The two children often ate the last meal without going down.

I heard that Ma San Yu also had a bad habit. He used to throw trash in the middle of the night. On one occasion, the neighbor was curious to open his trash and saw that it was a tortured and dead cat inside, something that he didn't seem to have done for the first time.

After reading it, the police argued that it was no surprise that such a person would commit a crime, even I thought it was him.

But there's another voice in my heart that says, "Maybe not," and if everyone thinks he's a criminal, it's like his life was a pavement before the crime.

Fat Officer asked, "What do you think of Counsellor Song? ”

I said, "I don't have much to say. I want to see him with my own eyes and come to a conclusion. ”

Fat police officer shook his head: "After the ninth case, Ma San Yong disappeared, and no similar case has occurred in the county. ”

I said, "Let me see his picture! ”

When the policeman gave me the file and saw the photo of Ma Sanyou, I stunned. How did I feel like I'd known each other before? That face is really ugly, his chin is very wide, it's heavenly, criminologists put forward crime anthropology in the 19th century, through statistics on the bones of a large number of criminals, it is found that this kind of person with wide chin, pointed head, prominent eyes and thick hair is more likely to become a criminal.

According to the theory of criminal anthropology, civilization and order are born when human beings evolve to a certain degree, and those with this antiancestral characteristic carry antisocial and antihuman genes, making them more susceptible to falling into crime.

However, criminal anthropology has always been a hypothesis and has not been scientifically proven.

Huang Xiaotao stared at the photo and said, "You do have an unpleasant face, Song Yang, what's wrong with you? ”

“Nothing, I was thinking about something.” I lay idle.

Huang Xiaotao did not take it seriously, but the Song Xingsheng sitting together meant a deep look at me. At this time, I had some cold sweat on my back, and I remembered where I had seen him.

When I was a little girl, my grandfather used to see this guy at home, and I was too young to remember what they said. I vaguely remembered that the man looked particularly nasty, and his body was shattered, like a homeless man, and my grandfather seemed to give him some money back.

I recall that it was' 97, exactly one year after the ninth case, by time.

This is a terrible thing to think about. Is it true that my grandfather was helping him escape his crime and then rescuing him? But why? Why did Grandpa break his heart?

Dropping the file, I asked, "Where did Ma San you used to live? I want to check it out. ”

Fat officer asked around and an old officer remembered that it was getting late and said he would show us tomorrow.

After the meeting, I took a copy of the surveillance video and went back to the hotel and sent it to the Nanjiang Municipal Bureau to ask the Exhibit Center to help identify the suspect. At night, I sat alone, my mind flickered, Huang Xiaotao comforted me a few words, I just laughed and said it was okay.

At this time, Song Xingsheng walked in and said: "I borrowed your computer and your grandfather's funds flowed. ”

Song Xingshen sat in front of the computer and operated less skillfully. He logged into an e-mail box with a new e-mail titled "Little Bastard”, which at first glance came from Song Heting. There's a detailed checklist of bank receipts and payments, and from '97 until my grandfather died, I noticed that the last few lines had come in, and had been withdrawn, and I asked, "What's going on? ”

Song Xingshen explained: “This account belongs to your aunt. It seems that your grandfather owed some money and your aunt paid his debts on his behalf. ”

“Owe money?” I was a little surprised, I remember that Grandpa never lacked money, and I learned from Sun Tiger that Grandpa had special allowances from the city and provincial offices every month, plus tens of thousands of dollars a month, and that he also had his own retirement salary.

He doesn't usually have any expenses. Smoking and drinking tea are cheap. How can he owe money?

Looking down, my grandfather remitted money to two accounts a month, one called Shen Lijuan, who received 3,000 yuan a month and the other Nieh Yalong, who received 6,000 yuan a month.

I shouted in dismay: "My grandfather has been picking up Jinya Long! But why didn't he mention it? ”

Looking down, in '96, my grandfather remitted half a million dollars to Nieh Yalong. At that time, it was quite a number. Nieh Yalong had previously said that he needed half a million dollars to heal his legs. It seems that the money was for him to heal his legs.

Huang Xiaotao curiously said: "Has Niehalong never received the money? No, I get it. The money was stolen by his son! ”