In order to avoid embarrassment, Zhang Shuli stays in her room most of the time. When she goes out, she also listens to what is going on outside.
Duanmo chatted with Zhang Shuli and occasionally wrote a few words in her little notebook. The policewoman at the police station took notes of the whole process. At first, she didn't take the student-looking girl seriously and felt that she couldn't ask questions.
What comes out.
However, after a few minutes, Zhang Shuli was calmed down and the questioning started, which forced her to re-examine the beginning and end, and took the initiative to start taking notes.
About forty minutes later, Duanmo finished asking questions, comforted Zhang Shuli for a few words, and came out of her room.
The body in the next door room was about to be transported back to the station. When Duanmo walked to the door of the room, Li Chunhua was being put into a body bag.
Suddenly a hand was placed on her shoulder. Duan Mo was caught off guard and shivered. Just as she was about to turn around, a figure turned in front of her. The policewoman from the local police station patted her on the shoulder: "What are you looking at?"
Seeing that her face was a little ugly, she asked with concern: "What's wrong with you?"
"No, it's nothing." Duan Mo forced a smile, not embarrassed to say that he was startled by her.
The body bag was taken out, and the policewoman quickly avoided looking at her and pulled her closer to the living room window: "Don't look at it, it's scary."
Duan Mo said a few words casually, and by chance her phone rang. It was a message from Lu Wuchuan, saying he was waiting for her downstairs. She took the opportunity to say hello to the policewoman and went downstairs.
As soon as they got in the car, Zhong Kai followed him, opened the rear door and got in, insisting on going back to the station with them.
The car turned out of the community and onto the road. Zhong Kai was talking to Lu Wuchuan about the forensic department. After a while, the conversation suddenly changed: "Lao Lu, she is going back to China, did you know?"
"Who?" Lu Wuchuan asked.
"Who else can it be, Weiya?" Zhong Kai said, bowing forward, and seeing his casual look, he added, "Hey, you should say something!"
Lu Wuchuan glanced at him in the rearview mirror and said in a calm tone: "What's there to say? It's up to the person to have freedom whether he goes back or not."
"You can't say that. If she hadn't gone abroad..."
While Zhong Kai was speaking, he was glared at by Lu Wuchuan. Realizing that there was someone else in the car, he closed his mouth angrily and swallowed back the rest of his words.
In fact, as early as when he talked about this matter, Duanmo had already turned her head out of the window consciously. Although the two of them were talking incoherently, she still felt that this person named Weiya seemed to Lu Wuchuan
It's a little special, otherwise Zhong Kai wouldn't be so hesitant to speak.
She has no habit of prying into other people's privacy, not to mention that the other person is her immediate boss.
There was a red light ahead, and the off-road vehicle stopped. This time period during the day was not as congested as during the morning and evening rush hours. They parked not far from the street intersection, and there were only three cars in front of them.
This is the CBD of Liancheng, a collection of many majestic and well-proportioned high-rise buildings. In front of a building, a black business car just stopped when someone stepped forward and opened the back door.
The long legs wrapped under black trousers stepped out. The man stood firm. There was no unnecessary expression on his three-dimensional face. He pursed his lips lightly and looked around with cold eyes, seeming to be sizing him up.
surrounding environment.
Duanmo's body stiffened and he subconsciously shrank into his seat.
"What's wrong?" Lu Wuchuan felt something strange about her, and immediately looked outside the car. There were not many pedestrians coming and going, nothing special, except for the tall man.
"No, it's nothing, my legs are numb." Duan Mo gave a reason that he thought made sense.
It took less than twenty minutes to get here from Mingzhu Community. How could my legs become numb in such a short time?
Lu Wuchuan did not point her out, but reached under the passenger seat and pressed the button: "Is this angle okay?"
His move made Duanmo a little flattered: "Okay, okay, thank you, Brother Lu."
The entire seat moved back and the backrest was lowered a bit. Not only did the legs stretch out more, but even the line of sight was partially blocked by the window frame. Duanmo's complexion slowly returned to normal.
"Green light, let's go." At Zhong Kai's reminder, the car restarted, and the scenery outside the window began to flow again.
Less than ten minutes later, Lu Wuchuan turned the steering wheel, turned the car into the courtyard of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, stopped, and said, "Old Zhong, your baby is already waiting for you in the autopsy room."
When Zhong Kailin got out of the car, he said, "She'll be back in a few days." Lu Wuchuan waved his hand without looking back. The moment the car door closed, he restarted the car and drove to the backyard parking lot.
…
The murder of Li Chunhua undoubtedly cast a shadow over the case of the missing dancer. In less than two weeks, another deceased person appeared, which shows how cruel the murderer was.
On the other hand, her death also brought a new twist. After all, there is a body here this time, and more clues may be found.
Following Lu Wuchuan's instructions, Duanmo verified Li Chunhua's household registration information and called her hometown.
The person who answered the phone was an old lady. When she asked if it was Li Chunhua's house, she dropped the word "not at home" and hung up the phone.
Duan Mo dialed the landline number again, waited for the other party to pick up the call, and reported directly to himself: "I am from the Criminal Police Team of Liancheng City Public Security Bureau. Li Chunhua was found dead in a rental house. He needs his family to come over and cooperate to confirm the identity of the deceased.
"
No one spoke for a long time. If it weren't for the sound of rapid breathing on the receiver and the whisper of curses from the old lady next to me, I would have thought the call had been hung up again.
"Hey, did you listen to me? I am the Liancheng Public Security Bureau..."
"You mean...Chunhua, Chunhua...is dead?"
There was a man's choking voice on the phone. As soon as he spoke, the cursing on the other side also stopped.
Duan Mo took a breath and said softly: "Based on what we know so far, it should be her. Who are you from Li Chunhua?"
"Her man."
"Please bring your ID card and household registration book and come here as soon as possible. The second to last office at the end of the corridor is on the seventh floor of the Liancheng City Public Security Bureau. Write down your phone number. If you can't find it, call me at any time."
Duanmo tried to keep his tone as calm as possible and gave the other party the address of the Public Security Bureau, the office phone number and his own mobile phone number.
Li Chunhua's hometown is not too far away from Liancheng, about more than 200 kilometers away. Normally, after such a big event was announced, her family should have rushed over immediately, but her husband only arrived in the afternoon of the next day.
When there was a knock on the office door, Duan Mo was reading the printed messages one by one. She had screened all the call records in the morning, and the numbers with long or frequent calls had been handed over to Jiang Muyang, who would go to the business hall to check.