Room 203, Building 7, Lane 11, Liulian, Chajing Street, Dongcheng District.
The anti-theft iron door was opened, and there was a redwood door inside. The criminal policeman held a gun in one hand and knocked on the door: "Is there anyone? The neighborhood committee is visiting!"
No one responded, and the room was quiet.
The detective knocked a few more times and shouted loudly, but there was still no response. Several people around him looked at Lao Zeng and others to signal.
Lao Zeng put his two fingers together like a pen stroke, and the detectives immediately broke into the door and divided their forces to inspect the living room, bedroom, kitchen and bathroom, but they were all empty.
"Team Zeng, we checked everything, no one is there."
"Captain Zeng, there are signs that the safe in the bedroom was opened, and the relevant property and documents inside were taken away."
"There were residual blood stains on the sofa and bathroom floor, and bloody clothes were found in the kitchen trash can."
"Let the trace inspection team clean up, and be careful not to damage the scene or traces." Lao Zeng put away the gun and followed the inspection of the layout of the house.
There is a pair of badly worn walker stands placed in the entrance hall behind the door. The refrigerator is filled with common fruits, and there is a pot of fresh fruit puree on the kitchen table.
There are not many indoor high platforms and there are basically no obstacles. It is obviously to facilitate the movement of Lin Xiu'e's incomplete legs and feet.
Passing by the master bedroom, Lao Zeng stopped and his eyes fell on the ground.
There are beautiful floor tiles everywhere in the room, but the floor of the master bedroom is just a smooth cement floor.
The dividing line is the threshold, which divides the same ground into two patterns, which is clear and prominent.
At this time, Lao Zeng's cell phone rang. He took it out and saw that it was Li Zan and picked up: "Lao Zeng, the husband of the suspect Lin Xiu'e disappeared five years ago. I suspect that he has been murdered. Lin Xiu'e has inconvenient legs and feet, and Lao Jing 5
It was not completely abandoned years ago, so it is not a good place to dump a body."
Li Zan finished the key points succinctly and quickly, paused, and concluded: "If Lin Xiu'e's husband was killed, the body should still be in Building 7. Building 7 203."
Lao Zeng: "I probably know where the body is hidden. Also, Lin Xiu'e has absconded with her documents and money and is nowhere to be found."
Li Zan responded and the communication ended.
Lao Zeng immediately asked people to use electric drills and shovels to break open the floor of the master bedroom.
Loud and noisy noises continued in the narrow and empty room, and the detectives and the machines worked together for about ten minutes.
The floor of the master bedroom has been completely turned over, until the electric drill dug out the place where the mattress was originally placed. The slightly brittle cement floor was broken into pieces, and the corpses buried inside were gradually exposed.
"Captain Zeng, a male mummy wrapped in a body bag was found in the master bedroom!"
Lao Zeng hurriedly took a few steps forward and saw the charred black mummy with faint traces of movement in a white body bag.
The ground is as bumpy as the surface of the moon, with pieces of white-gray cement scattered everywhere, and dust particles all over the surface of the faded body bag. The mummy, whose face has long been unrecognizable, has its mouth wide open, and a whole row of teeth and a shrunken throat can be seen.
His struggle for survival before his death.
Lao Zeng looked back and saw a two-person mattress erected against the wall of the living room. It was originally placed on top of the mummy.
No one spoke, everyone was silently collecting evidence and examining traces.
The not-so-large two-bedroom apartment was filled with a cold and trembling fear. At this moment, any ordinary objects were cast a strange shadow due to Lin Xiu'e's abnormality.
The detectives realized that the criminal suspect they wanted to arrest not only killed people but also cut their bodies into pieces, and also slept with a clear conscience on top of her husband's corpse for five years.
This psychological quality is definitely not possessed by ordinary people.
A thin winter rain fell outside the window, the cold wind was getting stronger, and the harbor was filled with clouds and wind.
This winter in Guangdong City is not as calm as in previous years. Although the cold wave has visited several times, it has been so powerful that it just ran away every time. I thought that winter would fail again this year, but it turned out that there was still a cold wave in December.
Cold snap.
It happened to be within these few days, so the weather was cloudy and sunny during the day and night.
Dark clouds rolled in the sky and gathered heavily on the sea level. The black water kept rolling and rolling, and the sea and the sky almost merged into a line. The sea wind blew from east to west and was fierce and rampant, but it took most of the energy in the vast sea area and long journey to reach the pier.
It became a slightly faster wind.
Fishing boats returned to port one after another amidst the warning sounds of the weather forecast, and the vast sea surface gradually cleared. Occasionally, one or two seabirds passed by at low altitude, quickly penetrating the clouds and staying away from the coming storm.
The ship dropped its anchor, the cargo containers were put into the warehouse, and countless heavy-duty trucks slowly left the harbor industrial zone with their yellow lights on in the night.
Not far from the industrial area, the re-integrated and developed dock lay quietly in the night like a giant beast. A black Audi passed through the night and parked at the location where the containers are placed in the industrial area.
The car door opened from the inside, and Jiang Heng came out first. Listening to the sound of wind and sea water, he put his hands into his coat pockets, and immediately heard a low voice behind him: "Don't move!"
Jiang Heng moved his shoulders, turned his head slightly, and stared at Mrs. Lin from the corner of his eyes. From the side of his face, his chin to his neck formed a tight and smooth line. His skin color was so white that he gave off a sickly and elegant temperament in the dark night.
He pulled away the corners of his lips, smiled, and said in a relaxed tone: "It's cold, so put your hands in your pockets to keep them warm."
Lin Xiu'e's face was tense, her eyes glaring at Jiang Heng were a little small, and she looked dull from years of habit, but she was extremely alert at the moment.
Because of Jiang Heng's unpredictable and relaxed attitude - no one can still think about joking when a real gun is held to their head.
Lin Xiu'e turned on the gun safety and asked: "Who are you?"
Jiang Heng: "Passers-by. I'm here to spend money and collect Maotai treasures. Buy them if you like them, and leave after buying them."
Lin Xiu'e: "How did you know that I have the line of Maotai treasures?"
Jiang Heng: "There are overlaps of news about the underground liquor market in various provinces and cities in the Pearl River Delta. I know it's not surprising." Then, he asked: "Do you think I am the police or my opponent?"
Lin Xiu'e retreated, her gun muzzle unmoved.
Jiang Heng: "I am neither of those people. You misunderstood."
"It's not important now." Lin Xiu'e waved her pistol and signaled: "Come up."
With a bang, the door of the container in front of him opened. Someone came out from behind the door and looked closely at the owner of Longshen Tobacco and Liquor Store. He nodded to Lin Xiu'e: "It's him, and there's another one."
Lin Xiu'e: "Do you know me?"
Jiang Heng: "It looks familiar."
"I happen to know your accomplice, he is a cop."
Lin Xiu'e is the superior of the commercial bank owner. It was she who asked the commercial bank owner to withdraw the report last night. After questioning, she was still worried and came to check the surveillance video.
As a result, she happened to see two familiar faces.
Jiang Heng quickly drew a clear line: "I don't know him, he stole my things."
It didn't matter whether he knew him or not. Anyway, since he stepped into the business and they lost one of the CDs, Lin Xiu'e had no intention of letting him go.
Lin Xiu'e raised her voice: "Go in!"
Jiang Heng didn't move his feet at all, and continued to yell without fear of death: "It's all a misunderstanding. I came to give you the money sincerely, do you really don't want it? Thirty million, forty million... You don't want this, you smuggled it? China
Criminal Law: There is no death penalty for smuggling. Intentional homicide is a different matter. You won’t kill an innocent passerby like me and bear another murder case for nothing. Unless-"
He suddenly lowered his voice, lowered his eyelids, and there was a wave of madness in his half-closed and half-opened eyes that no one noticed.
"Are you selling drugs?"
boom.
Lin Xiu'e suddenly fired, and the silenced bullet passed Jiang Heng's toe with a low muffled volume and shot into the cement floor.
The uneven concrete floor suddenly had a dark bullet hole, and hot smoke was rising.
The muzzle of the gun was raised and aimed at Jiang Heng's eyebrows.
"Die now, or live an hour longer and then die."
The sea breeze howled through the gaps between the layers of containers, suddenly blowing the hair next to Jiang Heng's ears and the belt at his collar.
His left hand made a slight rubbing motion in his pocket. Jiang Heng's right leg was straightened, with his toes touching the ground.
The wind and drizzle became more and more violent, and the whistles of ships docked at the harbor were penetrating, long and sharp.
The streetlight flickered, and Jiang Heng's accumulated blow failed to kick out because the driver got out of the car, opened the trunk and took out an unconscious little girl.
Around 5 or 6 years old, the age of the first class in kindergarten.
Jiang Heng blinked his eyes, and the drizzle rolled down his vertical eyelashes. He gave up his resistance and gave up his strength.
"As long as you live, you will live to be old." He joked, his hands were handcuffed, and he took the initiative to enter the container under the gaze of the black hole in the back.
Also going in was the unconscious girl.
The owner of the trading company mocked: "Go to the sea and live with the containers, you son of a bitch!"
The door of the container was closed and locked, and it was dark and quiet inside.
The footsteps outside the container gradually faded away, as did the sound of the car's motor starting and tires sliding.
Not long after, there was a brief tapping sound of silver chains in the container.
Jiang Heng took off the handcuffs and threw them away, followed his memory to find the unconscious little girl, took off his coat and covered the little girl, and then tried to push open the container door.
There was only a crack missing, but luckily there was finally light.
..
The bright red numbers of the electronic clock beat slowly and slowly, from 1 to 59, and back and forth.
All the police inspectors in the city bureau who had two stripes on their shoulders and above were hurriedly walking to the emergency meeting room. They found their seats and sat down as if they knew the way.
Screen projection at the end of the conference table has been turned on, and technical staff have connected the Dongcheng District Branch and Mingwan District Branch for video conferences.
The white light tore open two video windows from the middle of the screen. In the windows were Director Tong of Dongcheng District Bureau and Director Cheng Weiping of Mingwan District Bureau.
Director of the Municipal Bureau: "Everyone is here, we are now having a detailed discussion on the huge smuggling economic case involving tax evasion of more than 2 billion in the Guangdong City seaport."
Papers were flying, cups and tables were banging, the storm in Guangdong City and the sea level in the harbor were brewing rapidly at the same time. The waves were magnificent and unstoppable, and were about to involve the city bureau and Mingwan Customs into the center of the storm, creating a completely earth-shaking disaster.
Clean.
At this time, 6:43.
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Before Li Zan sent the account books and CDs to Bureau Tong's office, he had already taken a photo and kept a copy. At this time, he was looking at one of the photos.
In the photo, there are tooth-shaped cracks between the spines of the notebook, obviously a page that recorded important information about someone was torn out artificially.
The amount of money involved in this smuggling case is so huge that it is impossible for Lin Xiu'e and the owner of the business bank to do it alone. There should be an organization.
This organization has a wide range of connections. It may have some connection with underground tobacco and alcohol, but it has little to do with it.
Lin Xiu'e may be a small leader in the smuggling organization, and there is a bigger leader behind her, hiding in the deepest part of the sea, behind the fish.
The torn page may contain clues to the big fish behind the scenes.
