While Lu Wuchuan and Lao Jin were talking, Cui Yinghua's brother suddenly asked: "Well...can we take Yinghua back?"
"Not yet." Lu Wuchuan said.
"Haven't I already done that... Why can't it still work?" Cui Yinghua's brother sniffed.
"Brother, you have to listen to the local police." Lao Jin patted the back of his hand comfortingly, then turned around and explained, "Yinghua... has to go back to her parents' home for burial. Her hometown is quite remote and the traffic is not good.
It’s convenient. It takes too long and it’s not good for her and her family.”
"Wait a few more days." Lu Wuchuan said and stood up, "I've arranged a place for you to stay. I'll take you there to rest first."
Lao Jin waved his hand: "No, no, I have already booked a hotel online on the way here, so I won't bother you."
"It's no trouble." Lu Wuchuan raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, "It's all as it should be. Let's go."
He called Jiang Muyang and took them to a four-star hotel not far from the Municipal Public Security Bureau. Cui Yinghua's brother must have never stayed in such a place, and he kept looking around since he arrived here.
Jiang Muyang went to the front desk to get two room cards, and handed them to Lao Jin and Lao Jin respectively.
After sending the people to their rooms to settle down, Lu Wuchuan and Jiang Muyang said goodbye and left.
Lao Jin checked around the room, even the corner of the bathroom, then let out a long breath and sat down by the bed.
In another room on the same floor, Lu Dongming sneered at the computer screen: "The vigilance is quite high. You can see that there is something wrong in your heart."
"Whether there is a ghost or not, we have to be alert and keep an eye on people." Bao Sheng glanced at him and took a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator.
Although Liancheng has installed many surveillance cameras in recent years, they cannot appear in every corner of the city.
Bagua Street belongs to the old city, with criss-crossing streets and a very complex environment. It was not possible to achieve full network surveillance coverage for a while, and the process of Cui Yinghua being shot and finally falling to the ground was not recorded.
All the surveillance videos that could be found in the two kilometers nearby and within two hours before and after the incident were copied back. After a day and night of screening, only a few blurry shots were captured.
The location of the scar on Lao Jin's left hand is the same as that on the left hand of Cui Yinghua's corpse. This has undoubtedly become a new direction for the investigation of the case.
To be on the safe side, Lu Wuchuan quietly told Xie Changyu the news and arranged for Bao Sheng and Lu Dongming to monitor Lao Jin.
Duan Mo was unable to participate in the investigation of the case in the hospital, but he was always worried.
On the one hand, she hopes to catch the murderer who shot Cui Yinghua as soon as possible. On the other hand, she doesn't want that person to be Lao Jin.
She really couldn't imagine how cruel she had to be to kill the one she loved.
What would it be like to watch your lover attack you with your own eyes? That kind of despair must be more terrifying than death, right?
…
When the lanterns first came on, Liancheng under the night showed a completely different scene from that in the daytime.
Residential buildings are lit up with thousands of lights. People who have been busy for a day return home, either relaxing and enjoying the warmth of family, or continuing to worry about the trivial matters of life.
The taillights of cars on the street formed a zigzag line, like a long and continuous swimming dragon.
The ward where Duan Mo lived was on the fifteenth floor. She stood in front of the window and took in the night view of the city through the glass. The scene that should have been lively and noisy seemed to her to be silent, like a mime.
Liu Xiaocong stood beside her and whispered: "Don't worry, there may be results tonight."
I don't know whether it was out of humanitarian concern or some other reason, but Liu Xiaocong would come over in the evening for three days in a row. She didn't leave until Lu Wuchuan came in the middle of the night.
At the same time, in the interrogation room of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, Lao Jin was sitting in the interrogation chair, looking haggard, his eyes were dull, and he occasionally sniffed twice. In just two days, this man seemed to have aged several years.
"Lao Jin, you said the person in the video was not you, but what about this? You can't deny it, right?" Yan Yishuai put a photo on the fender of the interrogation chair, "At 10:09 on the night Cui Yinghua was murdered,
In fifteen seconds, you appeared on the national highway on the outskirts of Liancheng City, how do you explain this?"
The photo is a screenshot from a surveillance video. A man wearing a hat and a mask is driving in the cab. Because he is at a corner, his left hand is just above the steering wheel. After sharpening, the scar on his tiger's mouth is very clear.
appear.
Three days ago, the Liancheng City Public Security Bureau issued a reward announcement on its public account, calling on citizens to provide clues to the shooting.
Two days ago in the morning, someone sent a video shot by a mobile phone to the special case team. It was a scene that was accidentally shot by a resident on the third floor while filming hail outside the window.
In the video, a man and a woman had an argument downstairs. The woman left angrily, and the man chased her until the two disappeared from the screen. Because the windows were closed and it was raining outside, it was difficult to hear what they were saying.
But during the dispute, the woman's front face and the man's side face were photographed.
Lao Jin was detained for this, but he refused to admit that the man in the picture was him.
Now faced with such a photo, he showed a sarcastic smile: "Officer Yan, are you eager to arrest someone for cross-examination? First, he made a profile that could not be seen clearly, and this time it was a hand. This is also
Isn’t that ridiculous?”
"What about this one?" Yan Yishuai put another photo in front of him.
The person in the photo had his mask pulled down under his chin and was holding a cigarette in his mouth. Because of the darkness and the shooting angle, the brim of the hat cast a large shadow on his face, and only the part below the person's nose could be seen clearly.
"You only focus on hiding from the fixed cameras, but you forgot about the mobile cameras, right?" Yan Yishuai pointed at the lower right corner of the photo, "Nine points, fifty-eight minutes and forty-two seconds, that is to say, you
After smoking the cigarette, I put on my mask again and turned at the next intersection."
He turned around and picked up an evidence bag from the interrogation table and shook it in his hand: "This is the cigarette butt we found on that section of the road. Although it has been crushed, DNA was still extracted from it. After
Comparatively, guess what?”
Lao Jin's originally dark face turned pale, and his lips trembled a few times: "No way, don't try to deceive me."
"Why did I lie to you!" Yan Yishuai threw the evidence bag back on the table and spread his hands, "Okay, if you don't admit it, forget it. I'll go have a midnight snack first."
After speaking, he and Jiang Muyang, who was in charge of recording, packed up their things and quickly left the interrogation room.
In the monitoring room, Lu Wuchuan crossed his arms and stared closely at Lao Jin on the screen.
Yan Yishuai pushed open the door and walked in, unbuttoning two buttons of his police uniform shirt: "Wuchuan, how long will it take? It's already been two days."
Lu Wuchuan lowered his eyes and looked at his watch: "It's almost time. Judging from his current state, he can still survive for an hour or two at most."