"However, the murderer who killed Tan Xiuying was not Hu Tiankui. He was just taking the blame for others. The real murderer was..." Lu Wuchuan stared at Hu Yifan and said word by word, "Hu Yiyi!"
Hu Yifan lowered his eyebrows, but his face clearly had a different emotion than before.
Lu Wuchuan paused for a moment, then continued: "Hu Tiankui gave up his life to save his children. If he knew that his actions back then had led to so many innocent young women being brutally murdered today, do you think he would have done it?
Regret it?"
"The Skynet is vast and meticulous. You have taught and educated people before, so you don't understand this principle. Besides, even if Hu Yiyi escapes, do you think she has the ability to survive on her own?"
"Of course not." Yan Yishuai continued, "How can a person with a mental disorder survive independently?"
"Yiyi is normal, she is not sick!" Hu Yifan clenched his fists and growled.
"You know better than anyone else." Yan Yishuai snorted coldly, "I'm telling you, Hu Yifan, it's only a matter of time before your sister is arrested. How many more lives do you want to add to her hands before she is willing to do so?"
give up?"
Hu Yifan's expression changed little by little. He bit his lower lip, not knowing what he was thinking.
Lu Wuchuan sat back at the interrogation table, looked directly at him and said: "Our people have been searching the whole city, and everyone who leaves the city will be inspected. Do you think, in this case, anyone can escape? And
I forgot to tell you that Guo Xuesong escaped from the hospital, do you think this is a coincidence? "
Hu Yifan's brows suddenly frowned. He raised his head, looked at the two people opposite him, and asked, "When did it happen?"
Lu Wuchuan said without any concealment: "This morning."
Seeing that Hu Yifan was starting to get nervous, he continued: "The reason you beat him that day was not just because he tried to violate your sister. You hated him and wished he would die right away. Because he provided a target for your sister and was with her.
kill."
"Hey! If you don't tell me where your sister is quickly, she will be in danger. Guo Xuesong is crazy now. Maybe he has regarded Hu Yiyi as a new target for murder."
This sentence was like a sharp sword striking at Hu Yifan. His eyes suddenly widened: "No! We can't let him do this!"
"You are the only one who can save Hu Yiyi now." Lu Wuchuan raised his chin, "Tell me, where is she?"
Hu Yifan's lips moved a few times, as if he was debating whether to speak or not.
"Hurry up!" Yan Yishuai said impatiently, "If it's too late, we'll really have to collect the corpse!"
After further hesitation, Hu Yifan finally spoke: "She...she may have gone to Chunhe Street."
"Isn't that area demolished?" Yan Yishuai asked with a frown.
In previous investigations, they had learned that when Hu Yiyi divorced, her ex-husband gave her a bungalow. They originally thought that the dilapidated house was not worth much money, but who knew that within a few months they would receive a notice that the property was
It became a demolished house. Hu Yiyi's ex-mother-in-law expressed great dissatisfaction with this and regretted giving her the bungalow.
"Because of the issue of compensation, several households refused to move. We were not in a hurry anyway and did not sign an agreement," Hu Yifan said.
Yan Yishuai's face was full of disbelief. Unexpectedly, he also encountered a nail-biter.
Lu Wuchuan ignored them and directly used his mobile phone to send voice instructions: "Gather at the demolition site on Chunhe Street."
Not long after, several cars sped out from the Municipal Public Security Bureau and headed towards Chunhe Street.
Chunhe Street is located in the northeast of Liancheng, and the location is not very remote. Because the area is too large and involves too many residents, this land has not been touched.
With the continuous advancement of urban reconstruction, demolition here was finally put on the agenda last year.
However, small bungalows will not get much money even if they are demolished, so some residents have not yet agreed to sign the demolition agreement because they are not satisfied with the compensation.
But such people are in the minority after all. Most of the vacated houses have been razed to the ground, and water and electricity have long been cut off. Even those who have not signed an agreement only occupy the house and do not live here. Today only a few are left.
There are only a few low-rise bungalows scattered in the wasteland.
Cars cannot drive into the wasteland and can only park on the roadside.
Lu Wuchuan opened the window of the police car and asked Hu Yifan: "Which one is it?"
Hu Yifan forgot that he was still wearing handcuffs. When he raised his right hand, he passively held it with his left hand. He hissed, pointed to a bungalow in the back of the wasteland and said: "That's the one with the red door and the couplets on it."
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Following the direction of his finger, there was only one bungalow with couplets on it, but the so-called red door was already very mottled. If he hadn't said it, it would have been hard to tell that the door was originally red. It was already evening, and the afterglow of the setting sun was there.
Gradually going west, a solitary bungalow stands among the grass, looking rather desolate.
Lu Wuchuan got out of the car and spoke to Bao Sheng and Jiang Muyang. The two led several police officers to surround the bungalow from both sides.
The bungalow has only one door and one window. Almost none of the glass on the window is intact, and there are several boards nailed here and there.
It was getting dark, there were no lights in the house, and almost nothing could be seen from outside.
Jiang Muyang ducked in front of the door, squatted down and put his ear to it.
Apart from the rustling of weeds blown by the wind around me, I didn't hear any movement.
He turned sideways, crouched and walked a few steps to the window. He slowly straightened up a little and wanted to look in through the window.
Suddenly, a stream of water spurted out from the cracks in the wooden planks.
He quickly dodged to the side, and although he reacted quickly enough and hid in time, most of the water sprayed onto the ground. But even so, a few drops were inevitably splashed on his shoulders and head.
Fortunately, there is no special taste or any adverse consequences. It should be just ordinary water.
Jiang Muyang still couldn't help but utter a national curse. Anyway, the people inside had already noticed it. He simply said loudly: "People inside, listen, come out quickly, otherwise we will shoot!"
If it were a classic line in a police movie, Lu Dongming would definitely be the first to laugh at him.
But at this moment, everyone's attention was focused on the door, and their hearts were in their throats. No one thought his words were funny.
A low whimpering sound came from the room, muffled and hard to hear clearly. Then there was another crashing sound, this time louder.
"Bitch! If you don't want to die, just be honest!"
Along with a man's low growl, there was a snapping sound, like a slap on the skin.
After a muffled hum, all the sounds disappeared.
A man's voice? Jiang Muyang frowned and asked tentatively: "Guo Xuesong! Is it you?"
"..." No one answered.
He moved closer to the door, fearing to say: "I know you are in there, come out and let's talk."