The branch office was very busy. Several criminal police officers took out the closed case files from the archives room and dropped them heavily on the table. The surrounding criminal police officers put down their busy work and came over to help look through the files.
Lao Zeng flipped through two large boxes of files and said, "They are all murder cases that occurred in the past three years."
Ji Chengling: "Captain Li said that these accidents may have been directed by humans, and the deceased was both a victim and a perpetrator."
This is also true in reverse. Now he is a terrible executioner, but he was once a desperate and innocent lamb.
"Team Li said that Liao Xueming was probably the first victim, so the time to search for the murder case files started after Liao Xueming was killed." Ji Chengling called people over to search the files together: "All the files of the closed cases are here. We need to find them.
It turns out that the deceased had direct or indirect contact with the files of Mingxi Psychological Clinic, and Captain Li said this is a common feature of serial murders."
Lao Zeng took out a file and opened it to read: "If the conjecture is true, there are more than two boxes of files involved in serial murders in Dongcheng Branch. In the past three years, various districts in Guangdong City have concluded numerous cases that were classified as accidents. We need to inform you.
City Bureau, let them help.”
Ji Chengling: "I have told the deputy criminal detachment that Director Cheng mentioned the serial murder organized by multiple people at the meeting and asked the district bureaus to flexibly cooperate with Dongcheng District. So before that, I had called the city bureau and various bureaus through Bureau Tong
, they should already be busy."
Lao Zeng marveled at Ji Chengling's maturity and prudent handling, vaguely like Li Zan's style. He only had to work hard for two more years to handle a major case before he would be able to accumulate a lot and become the leader of the criminal investigation team.
However, for Ji Chengling, the position of the head of criminal investigation in the Dongcheng Branch is probably just a springboard. His family background is there, so his eyes are naturally set on the municipal bureau and the provincial department. Although his official career can be seen at a glance, it is really enviable and open.
.
"Good job." Lao Zeng sat down and looked through the files with other criminal police officers, and asked casually: "I didn't see Li Zan, did he run away again?"
"Wang said he went to the downtown symphony orchestra and bought tickets from scalpers overnight. Team Zeng and Team Li should be investigating the case, right?" Ji Chengling was confused: "Is the symphony orchestra related to the murder?"
Lao Zeng said calmly: "He knew what he was thinking." Anyway, none of them could follow Li Zan's ideas, so they let him go.
At this time, a criminal policeman who had just pulled out the file and looked at it raised his hand and said: "One of the victims in this accident had a psychiatric diagnosis record, but it did not indicate which psychological clinic she was in!"
"Bring it to me and take a look." Lao Zeng took it and saw that it was a murder case two years ago. A drunk man and a woman fell into the river and died. The surveillance video did not record the two people falling into the river, but the surveillance video showed the two people walking together drunk.
scene, and then based on the autopsy and trace examination results, it was determined to be an accident. "Wang, please check the medical records of the deceased woman."
The king didn't even raise his head: "Put it on the table."
"There is a murder case here. The deceased did not have any mental illness. They were a man and a woman. They died in an accident while overtaking on a curve. The accident happened three years ago. The male deceased was a staff member of the Jingjiu Horse Racing Club, and his job was the human resources manager.
, but the annual income is very high.”
Another criminal police officer asked: "Is there a problem with high annual income?"
"It's okay to have a high annual income, but it's circled here with a red pen. I noticed it at a glance, so I pulled it out and found that one of the deceased happened to be related to the Jingjiu Horse Racing Club." The detective said: "The red pen circled it means.
It means that the annual income far exceeds the salary equivalent to the occupation.”
Old Zeng took the file and frowned when he saw that the person who settled the case was 'Li Zan'. Three years ago, Li Zan was in a downturn, and at that time he only handled some small cases.
This murder case was clearly an accident, regardless of the social identity and social relationships of the deceased, as well as the autopsy and trace examination results. However, Li Zan still circled the ‘annual income’ that he considered suspicious.
Lao Zeng sighed slightly, he was really talented after all.
"First extract the problematic cases and then conduct appraisal."
**
The atmosphere in the interrogation room was tense. Fang Mingxu looked pale and had chapped lips. He remained silent and entered a silent state of non-cooperation and non-resistance.
Chen Jie was helpless. She held her forehead and took a deep breath. She opened her lips and smiled self-deprecatingly: "Fang Mingxu, you may not really be 'Fang Mingxu', but you must know the deaths of Liao Xueming and Han Wenwen. I don't know what you are thinking, but
The murderer who murdered Liao Xueming and Han Wenwen was very likely to have directed other murders. Some of the victims may have broken the law and done wrong things, but you have to ask yourself, did this process involve innocent people? Is it true that the injustice was brought to an end?
Debts belong to their owners?!”
"He called the Criminal Investigation Office twice." Chen Jie said solemnly: "At first, I thought he was provoking the police system, gaining attention and fame, and showing off that he could easily kill other people's lives, like the judgment of God. But he told
I'm asking for help. Fang Mingxu, he's asking for help from me."
Fang Mingxu was indifferent, but if you stared carefully, you would find that his empty eyes gradually focused, and his mind was attracted by Chen Jie's words.
Chen Jie: "He said he wanted to surrender, and begged me to find him. At first, I didn't understand why the executioner said he wanted to surrender while brutally killing a living person? Why did I have to find him? Why is this so?
Contradicting yourself? After finding out the past history of Fang Mingxi and Fang Mingxu, I suddenly understood because he was out of control."
"A man who has been blinded by hatred for many years tortures and kills his enemies who have destroyed his family. Instead of being redeemed, he sinks deeper and deeper, gradually implicating innocent people. But he understands that his killing behavior is wrong. He wants to stop but can't, so
Find me and hope I can stop him." Chen Jie stared at Fang Mingxu, paused for a long time and then sighed: "He should have been a very soft-hearted young man, right?"
Fang Mingxu's eyes were filled with water. Just when Chen Jie thought he was finally loose, he closed his eyes. When he opened them again, there was nothing in them.
"Comrade police, you should go find the real culprit. It's a waste of time to question me here. I can't plead guilty to something I haven't done and a crime I don't know about." Fang Mingxu said calmly: "I'm sorry, I can't help you.
"
Chen Jie cursed in her heart, went out to calm down her emotions, and then came back to continue dealing with Fang Mingxu, who was out of luck.
**
2:23 pm, Guangdong-Jiang Xiliu Symphony Orchestra.
Xiliu is the name of a building, so the symphony orchestra playing in the concert hall of this building was simply and crudely named the Guangdong-Jiang Xiliu Building Symphony Orchestra. In order to sell tickets, the word "building" was reluctantly omitted.
Despite its name, it sounds like a casual village art troupe that plays erhu and suona at the entrance of the village. This symphony orchestra is actually quite important in the music industry and has performed on international music stages.
The first-generation leader of the Guangdong-Jiang Xiliu Symphony Orchestra is a national-level music artist. He has appeared at the Spring Festival Gala and the opening ceremony of various major performances. He is an old artist who will be respected by netizens when his name is mentioned.
The leader of the group's family are all musicians, so it can be said that they are a musical family.
Li Zan arrived 20 minutes late and quietly took his seat in the last row. He looked past the chief conductor and landed on the cellist on his left.
She was a young and beautiful woman with black hair and a white skirt. The skirt was long and meandering to the ground, like a blooming jasmine flower.
The slender arms holding the bow seem to contain majestic power, playing notes one after another between the push and pull of the strings, and using skilled skills to compose them into pleasant music.
The audience in the hall listened to the music quietly. I don’t know if they really understood it, but their expressions showed they were enjoying it anyway.
For Li Zan, elegant music is no less than a powerful lullaby. With his eyelids drooped, he leaned on his seat and entered a mysterious and mysterious world of meditation. When he suddenly woke up, the symphony orchestra had already reached intermission, and the audience was also waiting.
They all went about the same way.
Li Zan pinched his nose to resist the urge to yawn and stretched backstage.
People were coming and going backstage, and it was noisy. The backstage staff were chatting and laughing with the musical performers on stage. They didn't notice Li Zan sneaking in, and they didn't even think that someone would sneak in during the intermission.
Li Zan entered a lounge backstage unobstructed. Inside, there were music performers, both male and female, who were taking off their makeup.
He walked to the corner, sat awkwardly on a low plastic stool, curled up his long legs in a difficult position, rested his elbows on the half-meter-high dressing box, and said very naturally: "Thank you for your hard work."
The woman who took off her jewel earrings glanced at Li Zan and thought it was a strange face, but she thought it was a new makeup artist. She smiled and said, "I'm used to it. There are a few performances in the evening, why don't you go to dinner?"
"
Li Zan: "I'll go there later." He glanced at the nameplate on the woman's chest, Lu Zihui, she was the cellist just now. Then he cut into the topic of music: "Your performance is perfect, skillful and emotional, but it seems to lack
A little more intensity.”
Lu Zihui's eyes lit up when she heard this, and she nodded in agreement: "You are right. There are very few people who can hear the problem like you."
Li Zan just smiled and said nothing.
How could he, a musically blind person who couldn't distinguish between playing the piano and playing cotton, have a hearing problem? He just saw Lu Zihui playing with his left hand, and there were traces of plaster on his right hand.
This shows that Lu Zihui is not left-handed. She only has injuries to the joints of her right hand. When playing, some movements are slightly larger, as if she is using some inertial force to make up for the weakness of her wrist.
Lu Zihui regarded Li Zan as a music enthusiast and happily chatted with him.
During the chat, Li Zan learned that Lu Zihui came from a musical family, the Lu family, and that her grandfather was the first leader of the Guangdong-Jiang Xiliu Symphony Orchestra. She had played the piano since she was a child, and later went to study abroad in music halls. She returned to China a few years ago and is now a national
A second-level performer who loves music and has a bright future.
The eloquent Lu Zihui is 26 years old and is already the mother of a two-year-old child, but the enthusiasm she shows when she talks about music has the innocence and childishness unique to an artist.
She should have been pampered by her family when she grew up, so that she could still be as innocent as a girl after becoming a woman.
Li Zan seemed to mention it accidentally: "Did you return to China three years ago?"
Lu Zihui: "Yes."
Li Zan: "Then do you know Liao Xueming? He is a young musician I used to admire. I often listened to his performances, but he suddenly resigned three years ago, and I have never seen him play again."
Mentioning Liao Xueming, Lu Zihui's face changed, her brows furrowed, and she stopped talking: "Liao Xueming? He..."
Li Zan: "What's wrong with him?"
Lu Zihui: "He did some immoral behavior in the regiment and was expelled. Then he disappeared. His family and the police came to inquire, but we don't know his whereabouts."
Li Zan: "So that's it. What did he do?"
Lu Zihui: "Harassment. He harasses the ladies in the group. He always says some strange things, and even - in short, he is a person with bad moral character. He does have some musical talent, but unfortunately his character is more important. Our Xiliu Symphony Orchestra does not want to be morally corrupt.
musician."
Li Zan: "Who is he harassing?"
Lu Zihui found it difficult to speak.
Li Zan suddenly understood and apologized to Lu Zihui.
Lu Zihui shook his head and whispered softly: "It doesn't matter, I was not hurt."
At this time, a man shouted loudly at the door of the lounge: "Zi Hui!"
"We'll talk next time." Lu Zihui smiled ten times sweeter. She turned around hurriedly, grabbed her floor-length skirt and ran happily to the man at the door. Even after running far away, she could vaguely hear her shouting to the man: "Husband"
.”
They are husband and wife.
Lu Zihui's husband brought takeout to visit his beloved wife during the intermission, and the conversation in the lounge couldn't help but turn to the young couple, joking: "We have been married for four years, and our relationship is still so good."
"How can a relationship of more than ten years be bad for someone's childhood sweetheart?"
"Sister Zihui is beautiful, gentle, and most importantly, talented. I would like her too."
…
Li Zan stretched out his two long legs that were almost paralyzed, stood up and stamped his feet. A numbness went straight to his forehead, making his whole body weak. The numbness finally subsided, and the people in the lounge were walking around. Li Zan
Zan then came out slowly.
I accidentally glanced at the trash can backstage, and inside was the exquisite packaging of a takeaway restaurant.
Unfortunately, he remembered the name of this restaurant.
Li Zan took a photo and left. When he returned, he received a call from Jiang Heng.
Jiang Heng: "The Xinghai Feast will start the day after tomorrow. You can invite someone to accompany you. Captain Li, are you coming?"
Li Zan: "No request?"
"It really didn't happen."
"Did I remind you by saying this?"
"To be precise, it fueled my arrogance in making excessive demands." Jiang Heng said with a smile: "I originally wanted to be a peaceful suitor, but the way you said it made it clear that you think I'm a bitch. You
Seeing as we have lived together for so long, I am really sad that your impression of me is still so bad."
Li Zan: "You can do some personnel work now and try to change your negative impression in my heart."
Jiang Heng smiled wildly: "I can. But I can't."
Li Zan felt that there was nothing more to talk about with this dog, and it was more practical to negotiate a deal.
"Tell me. What's the request?"
"I couldn't think of it at the moment. Besides." Jiang Heng didn't want to waste such a good opportunity, so he asked instead: "Where have you been? I went to the branch with a charity dinner and didn't see you. Everyone ate up the food. Tsk,
Not even a drop of soup is left."
Li Zan raised his eyebrows: "You cook?"
Jiang Heng: "No, I don't have time. The restaurant I booked, Chen Jie and the others said that someone had booked it last time and it tasted good. If you want to come back now, I will make another reservation. The restaurant will close before 12 o'clock, so it's too late to make a reservation now."
Li Zan lazily sneered: "Are you in the branch now?"
Jiang Heng: "Here."
Li Zan walked past a Pittosporum greening tree, weighed the leaves with his index finger, and said "hang up". From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a delivery man in yellow walking hurriedly to a small electric motorcycle. Under the safety helmet was Zhang
A plain and pretty face.
She has long hair and slightly smaller bones. She is a woman.
Li Zan didn't pay much attention and walked straight down the steps. He suddenly stopped and turned around to look at the yellow delivery man. He had already left on a motorcycle and quickly disappeared among the criss-crossing skyscrapers.
"Li Zan? Why don't you speak?"
Li Zan frowned: "Jiang Heng, let me ask you, do you need to take photos when signing for the private dining restaurant you ordered to complete the order delivery task?"
"Of course not! Taking pictures is **, which restaurant dares to have such a rule?"
"I've never ordered such expensive takeout, how do I know the rules of you rich people?" Li Zan thought about it for a while, then walked towards the security desk at the front desk of the building, "Give me a message and let Chen Jie and the others check that restaurant.
The delivery person who delivered the takeout to the Guangdong Xiliu Symphony Orchestra today."
Jiang Heng knew what was going on, so he did not raise any objections at this moment and only responded: "I understand."
Li Zan: "Hang up." After hanging up the phone, he knocked on the front desk to signal the building security guard who had neglected his duty: "Police, please cooperate with the investigation. Please retrieve the surveillance video of the front hall within an hour."
**
Dongcheng District Branch.
Hearing Li Zan's strange instructions from Jiang Heng, the other detectives, who were so busy that their hair was bald, went crazy and kicked the matter as if it were work. In the end, Jiang Heng inexplicably became Li Zan's 'family member'
Take the initiative to come over.
He was a big customer of that private restaurant, and even if he didn't reveal his identity as a police officer, the restaurant manager was willing to give him some face and cooperate with him.
"The delivery person from an hour ago? Wait, I have to check. There are computer records here. Let me see - the delivery person from Xiliu Symphony Orchestra... The orderer is Mr. Wang, and the delivery person's name is Wang...
Wang Xinyu."
This chapter has been completed!