It is said that a child’s face can change on a June day. The sun shines brightly all day long, but when it’s about to get off work, suddenly a strong wind blows up, and the clouds surge. In just a few minutes, the dark clouds cover thousands of miles.
Clear sky.
The branches swayed and the leaves rustled. Flashes of light split the clouds and rushed to the sky, followed by muffled thunder.
The violent storm poured down like a torrent in an instant. The huge raindrops were mixed with hailstones, and they fell overwhelmingly, making the glass windows make crackling sounds.
"This hail is really big, holy shit! It's almost as big as a quail egg!" Lu Dongming was lying on the window sill, a big hail stone hit the glass, he subconsciously shrank back and said something in his mouth
A series of exclamations.
"What are quail eggs?" Yan Yishuai glanced out the window nonchalantly. "That year we were chasing a grandson who had committed a burglary and murder in the countryside. The hailstone was as big as an egg, and there was a hole in the ground when it hit the ground."
As if he was afraid that people would not believe him, he turned his head: "Eh? Wuchuan, do you still remember that time?"
"Remember." Lu Wuchuan was reading the information without raising his eyelids. "You also got a hit on the back of your head."
Yan Yishuai rolled his eyes: "Who said that the grandson was hit all over his head?"
"Oh, wasn't he knocked out by you?" Lu Wuchuan exposed the truth again.
Lu Dongming watched the excitement with great joy, Zhang Minsheng pursed his lips and snickered, but Duan Mo was looking thoughtfully at the rolling dark clouds outside.
Not knowing when the rain would stop, she sent a message to her home computer, telling Cui Yinghua that she might have to go home later. Ten minutes passed and she still didn't receive a reply.
Yan Yishuai regretted bringing up this topic and quickly changed the subject: "It's raining so heavily. I don't know if Mu Yang and Baozi are in the house or on the road. No, I have to call and ask."
He just picked up the phone, and before he could dial the number, Lu Wuchuan's phone buzzed first.
The powerful vibrations passed through the desktop of the desk, causing the pen next to it to resonate.
"Hello, I am Lu Wuchuan."
Hearing such opening remarks, several people in the office fell silent at the same time. This tone is usually only used when answering a very formal phone call.
Half a minute later, only Zhang Minsheng was left in the special case team office. The four people who were originally in the room had already taken the elevator downstairs.
"A shooting incident occurred 200 meters east of the intersection of Bagua Street and Puyang Road. The person who was shot was a woman. The police and traffic police in the jurisdiction have blocked the road section..."
This is the main content of the police call just made by the command center.
Police jeeps and black off-road vehicles with blue and red warning lights flashing rushed into the rain one after another. Their tires rubbed against the ground, causing a string of water splashes.
The arrival of heavy rain and hail pushed back the evening rush hour. Except for some vehicles taking shelter from the rain on the roadside, the motorway was rarely blocked.
Yan Yishuai got into the police car in front. In the black off-road vehicle, Lu Dongming was arrested as the driver, and Lu Wuchuan and Duan Mo sat in the back seat.
Duan Mo has been feeling uneasy ever since he heard the news.
Any case that has anything to do with guns is a major one. Anyone with a gun these days, except for the military and police, is a desperado.
Although it was raining, it was still broad daylight. To dare to shoot on the streets of the city at this time was really courageous.
Thinking of the message that had never been replied to, Duan Mo secretly prayed that it wouldn't be what she thought.
The hand placed casually by her side was wrapped in a warm palm. She turned her head. Lu Wuchuan was looking forward, not looking at her, but the hand he held was tighter than before.
At 5:45, two cars arrived at the scene. The rain was still falling, and the sky was dark with dark clouds.
The corner of the residential building facing the street was surrounded by a police cordon. The police van and two traffic police motorcycles on the roadside had their headlights on. The reflective strips and the words "Police" on the police raincoats worn by the people at the scene were extremely eye-catching under the lights.
After putting on his poncho and hood, Duanmo got out of the car and followed Lu Wuchuan and Lu Dongming towards the corner of the building.
The sudden heavy rain caused water to accumulate on the ground. Every step he took made a plopping sound. The sneakers under his feet were quickly soaked, and the steps became heavier as a result.
Puyang Road on Bagua Street was about a kilometer away from the post office, but when she saw the pair of feet exposed under the corner of the raincloth blown by the wind, her little sense of luck suddenly disappeared.
The black hiking shoes are not a common brand on the market. They have a protruding LOGO on the heel of the sole. The letters on the right foot are badly worn and have turned gray.
"The ambulance came and it was confirmed that she was dead... It was thundering and raining at the time, and people on the street were running to take shelter from the rain... No one paid attention to which direction she came from..."
Someone came over to introduce the situation, her eyes were fixed on the dark raincloth at the corner of the building, and the sound of heavy rain carried by the strong wind filled her ears. She could no longer hear clearly what the person said later, but
Follow forward mechanically.
Under the cover of several black umbrellas, the raincloth was uncovered. Cui Yinghua's upper body was lying on her back, her teeth were closed, but her eyes were wide open. Her right hand was curled up across her left chest, and her left hand was squeezed against the wall. Her hips were facing to the right.
Fold over, cross your legs, and separate them from the knees down, with your feet in front of you and one in back.
She was lying in a puddle mixed with blood in this weird posture. Nothing could be seen in her black clothes and black pants. There were blood stains that had not been washed away by the rain between the pale fingers of her right hand, which seemed to indicate to the people present that she was injured.
location.
Duan Mo's vision was blurry, and she didn't know whether it was the rain or tears that blocked her vision. Her eyelashes stained with water trembled slightly, but her eyes were fixed on the corpse on the ground.
Lu Wuchuan whispered a few words into Yan Yishuai's ear, and then while everyone's attention was focused on the body in the corner of the building, he hugged and pulled Duanmo back.
The policeman was still talking: "The nearby patrolling traffic police were the first to arrive at the scene...the deceased had no documents on him, so his identity cannot be determined for the time being..."
Yan Yishuai wiped the rain off his face and squatted down in front of Cui Yinghua: "I think there is no need to check. We know this person."
Everyone in the special case team was deeply impressed by Cui Yinghua. They arrested suspects together and were questioned one by one because of this.
Lu Wuchuan put the two people into the car, took off their ponchos and threw them on the floor. He found a towel from the storage box and wiped the water stains on her face and hair that was wet by the rain.
Duanmo's face was extremely pale, even her lips had lost their color, and her body was shaking non-stop. Her face that had just been wiped dry was immediately wet with tears, but she didn't make a sound at all.
"Mo Mo, calm down, now is not the time to be sad." Lu Wuchuan put a thin blanket on her body and wrapped her and the blanket into his arms, "We move quickly, we can't always let her lie in the rain."