A week later, the weather was still bad with heavy rain. The thunder in the clouds was deafening, and the trees were collapsed by the wind, making a "whooshing" sound. The mountain rescue team found the wreckage of the car and the car under the track based on GPS positioning.
A truck pulled out two charred corpses from below.
A stern and unsmiling middle-aged woman stumbled over and tremblingly opened the white cloth. When she saw the recognizable necklace and watch on the charred corpse underneath, her vision suddenly went dark and she let out a shrill scream: "Bosi
!!”
The man who also came to identify the body responded quickly and supported her: "Mom." He looked at Zhou Bosi, who was beyond recognition, and couldn't hide his sadness: "Brother..."
The body was sent to the hospital, a death certificate was issued, and the Zhou family took back the body and buried it. Half a month later, Zhou's mother, who was immersed in grief, asked her eldest son to find out who killed his younger brother.
murderer.
Zhou Boxue: "I have found out the identity of the driver who killed Bosi."
Zhou's mother eagerly grabbed Zhou Boxue's sleeve: "Who is it?!"
Zhou Boxue: "Liang Huajun."
Mother Zhou frowned, unable to remember who this person was for a moment, so she asked again: "Who is he? Why did he want to kill Bosi? This is definitely not an accident! He must have deliberately killed Bosi!"
The police investigation showed that Zhou Bosi's car accident was an accident. The person who killed Zhou Bosi was a cargo driver. He happened to receive a business order leading to Beitian Port that day and was in a hurry, so he took the shortcut of the racetrack.
Usually no one walks on the track for ten days and a half because the road is closed.
I just didn't expect that someone would be racing on it that night. Due to the slippery road on a rainy day, one driver was driving tiredly, and the other driver was driving at high speed, which ultimately led to this accident.
Zhou Boxue: "Liang Huajun is Liang Xiaozhi's father."
Hearing the words 'Liang Xiaozhi', Zhou's mother trembled all over and finally thought of her.
Liang Xiaozhi was the girl who was raped by Zhou Bosi a few years ago. Her father Liang Huajun made trouble everywhere and insisted on sending Zhou Bosi to prison. The Zhou family worked hard and tried their best, and finally reached a private settlement agreement through Liang Xiaozhi's stepmother.
, dropped the case and paid hundreds of thousands in compensation.
Zhou Bosi's studies were suspended due to Liang Huajun's troubles, and Zhou's mother couldn't swallow such an important mark on her resume. Just then, Liang Xiaozhi's greedy stepmother came to her door and continued to ask for money.
She simply found someone to set a trap for, and then sued them for blackmail.
After that, the Liang family completely disappeared in front of her, Zhou Bosi also had friends to help him resume his studies, and Zhou's mother left the Liang family behind.
"This family! This family is vicious! Their character is despicable!!" Zhou's mother was shaking with anger: "Not only was she responsible for all Liang Xiaozhi's medical expenses, but she also paid hundreds of thousands in additional compensation and sent Liang Xiaozhi to study abroad... It was because she didn't love herself.
, repented midway and even bitten Bosi, I shouldn’t have listened to your dad’s words of ‘forget it’ in the first place, I should have sued them!”
After Wu Zi vented for a while, Zhou's mother slowly calmed down and asked: "Why did Liang Huajun harm Bo Si? Is it because of that incident that he still holds a grudge to this day?"
Zhou Boxue found the information unexpected when he thought about it. He spoke concisely and concisely: "Liang Xiaozhi committed suicide by cutting her wrists, and Liang Huajun drove away his wife and lived alone."
Mother Zhou was stunned: "Suicide?"
**
"The details are that Liang Xiaozhi suffered from depression. The Liang family was accused of blackmail and almost lost all their family property. Liang Huajun ran long distances day and night just to make money to pay for Liang Xiaozhi's medical expenses. Unexpectedly, he ignored Liang Xiaozhi and had no time to be with her, so he signed the contract privately.
It is impossible for Liang Xiaozhi’s stepmother to take good care of her when she signed the settlement agreement.”
"Liang Xiaozhi's condition worsened, and she committed suicide by cutting her wrists a year later. Liang Huajun and Liang Xiaozhi's stepmother divorced and lived alone. He and Liang Xiaozhi were father and daughter who depended on each other. His wife fell ill and passed away very early, and Liang Xiaozhi was the child he raised. As you can imagine,
The father who lost his daughter felt so angry and hateful when he saw Zhou Bosi, the culprit, living a healthy life!"
After learning about Zhou Bosi's death, Zhong Xueru asked Wang to help investigate and got first-hand information. He was passionate about popularizing science.
Lao Zeng lamented: "It's a sin."
Ji Chengling: "Scum."
Chen Jie pounded the table and gritted her teeth: "Zhou Bosi's life was worth two lives of the Liang family and his daughter! Their family plays with the law and tramples on human life so much, do they have long eyes? Are they so arrogant that they look down on the people? They do this,
Do the people know?!"
Zhong Xueru: “Public opinion can also be manipulated.”
Chen Jie, who was once the backbone of the anti-pornography team and is also a woman, felt deeply angry: "They are fooling the grassroots people!!"
Everyone in the Criminal Investigation Department can understand Liang Huajun's behavior of using extreme measures to avenge the woman, but it is also a pity that he took his own life because Zhou Bosi is not worth it.
No matter how much they lament, the tragedy has happened, and the price is three lives.
Chen Jie frowned and sighed heavily.
**
Yuejiang Mingxi Psychological Counseling Agency is located on the middle floor of a spacious and bright building in the CBD center of Xinzhou District. It has been open for three years. It has young qualifications but the doctors in the agency are very professional. It is considered the leading psychological clinic in Guangdong City.
Ms. Liang Gui arranged for this psychological clinic after thousands of choices. Jiang Heng was not allowed to refuse. It was not a recommendation. She directly booked the time. She was tough and soft and asked Jiang Heng to see a psychiatrist because she would conduct a surprise inquiry afterwards.
Jiang Heng recalled how he patiently and respectfully explained that there was nothing wrong with him mentally, and asked Ms. Liang Gui why she was suddenly concerned about his mental state.
Ms. Liang Gui politely advised him not to hide his illness and avoid medical treatment, and to treat some problems as soon as possible when they are discovered. If the gender deficit cannot be changed, she would also choose to support it. Nowadays, the technology of gender reassignment surgery is very complete.
"..."
As soon as he heard "gender deficit", Jiang Heng understood who was making a big fuss in front of Ms. Liang Gui. He said why Li Zan didn't fight back during the last blind date, so everyone was waiting for him here.
Jiang Heng explained to Ms. Liang Gui in a good voice that he was very good at being a man and that he was not tired of it for the time being. Maybe he could be reincarnated as a woman in his next life, but forget it in this life.
Ms. Liang Gui finally believed it and smiled gently at how he could make such a joke because of his good relationship with Li Zan.
Jiang Heng was confused at the time and asked, "Why do you think we have a good relationship?"
Ms. Liang Gui whispered softly: "You are not angry because of his joke." Not only were you not angry, you laughed.
Then, Ms. Liang Gui asked Jiang Heng to see a psychiatrist on the grounds that ‘money has been spent and cannot be wasted’.
This is why Jiang Heng appears in Mingxi Mental Health Clinic now.
Today he is wearing a light-colored shirt and ankle-length cropped trousers, and wears a pair of silver-rimmed, round-rimmed glasses with no prescription on the bridge of his nose. In terms of appearance, he is a polite scum that makes people take one look at him, and then take another look at him.
At this time, the door of the psychiatrist's office opened from the inside, and the assistant lady came out to talk to Jiang Heng: "Jiang Heng, Mr. Jiang?" She opened the information and compared the photos with the real person. She was surprised to find that the photo had not been edited.
It even seems dull and boring.
Jiang Heng stood up and nodded in response.
Assistant lady: "Please come with me."
She opened the door, put down the materials after entering, went out and made two cups of tea, then left and closed the door.
Jiang Heng looked at the office. The interior decoration was mainly comfortable, with simple colors and decorations, making it as relaxing as being at home.
Warm-colored lighting, wallpaper, clean carpets, and sofas and armchairs occupying most of the space are all relaxing furniture.
There was a slight noise behind him, and someone opened the door and came in. Jiang Heng looked sideways and met the psychiatrist's eyes.
The latter was stunned for a moment, then released a kind smile, walked over, and stretched out his hand: "Hello, Jiang Heng, I am your psychiatrist Fang Mingxu."
Jiang Heng held Fang Mingxu's hand and let go after two or three seconds. He stared at Fang Mingxu for a while and then said, "Doctor Fang looks familiar. I should have seen him somewhere."
Fang Mingxu: "Mr. Jiang may not remember, but it was a newly opened K in Dongcheng District about a month ago. I met Chen Jie there, and you were there at the time." He asked curiously: "Mr. Jiang belongs to Chen Jie.
Colleague, is he also a policeman?"
Jiang Heng smiled: "I'm not."
Fang Mingxu responded and asked Jiang Heng to sit down. He picked up the information on the table and opened it to read. While reading, he chatted with Jiang Heng about some common topics, which not only relaxed the patient's vigilance, but also increased the patient's trust in the doctor.
Jiang Heng didn't have the self-consciousness that a patient should have, and quickly relaxed himself, almost slumping down on the huge soft sofa. He half-closed his eyes and took out his mobile phone to play a WeChat game.
Play and chat at the same time, multitasking without any delay.
Fang Mingxu: "Ahem."
Jiang Heng: "Doctor Fang have a cold?"
"..." Fang Mingxu said helplessly: "Mr. Jiang has no intention of seeing a doctor, so why waste time coming here?"
Jiang Heng quit the WeChat mini game and corrected his attitude a little, at least to be worthy of the money spent. So he pondered for a moment and asked seriously: "Doctor Fang, what do you think I can do to make the person I like like me faster?"
Fang Mingxu: "I am a psychiatrist, not a love expert."
Jiang Heng: “Is there no psychological research in this area?”
Fang Mingxu: "...No."
Jiang Heng sighed in frustration.
Fang Mingxu suddenly had the urge to cancel the order, but thinking about the high initial consultation fees, he tried to calmly ask: "It's already here anyway. If you have any troubles, you can talk to me, and I will try my best to help you."
Jiang Heng raised his eyelids and looked at the transparent window behind Fang Mingxu. The blue sky and white clouds outside were clear and clear. He smiled and said, "I have troubles that a psychiatrist can't solve. The troubles that a psychiatrist can solve are for me.
It’s not really distressing.”
Fang Mingxu frowned, feeling a little troubled.
Obviously Jiang Heng is extremely defensive and is also a conceited person. The conceitedness comes from his own abilities, and capable and conceited people usually don’t believe it and don’t need to rely on psychiatrists because they have a clear heart and are so strong.
horrible.
Fang Mingxu gave up on Jiang Heng as his long-term financial supporter, "Okay, I will refund the consultation fee later. You really don't need a psychiatrist." Then he talked as a friend: "Who do you like? This should be your worry.
I also have someone I like."
Jiang Heng said quietly: "We are not comrades-in-arms. You may not be able to chase the person you like, but I can definitely do it."
Fang Mingxu: "..." We can't talk anymore.
Jiang Heng looked away, glanced at the newspaper on Fang Mingxu's table, thought for a while and asked: "Guangdong Morning News?" Can he read it, and Fang Mingxu agreed.
Jiang Heng casually took out the top copy of the Yuejiang Morning News and opened it. He saw that the news about a car accident at the bottom was specially circled in red pen. He started reading out of curiosity.
At the end of the reading, he discovered that the deceased was someone he knew.
Zhou Bosi is dead?
Jiang Heng was surprised and asked casually: "Doctor Fang likes to pay attention to people's livelihood?"
Fang Mingxu was thinking about how to write a record, and he casually replied: "It's okay. I read it when I'm bored. If I read too much, I'll easily get angry."
Jiang Heng folded the newspaper, held the edge of the newspaper, turned it over and asked Fang Mingxu: "Doctor Fang is very concerned about this accident? Is there someone he knows inside?"
Fang Mingxu looked up and happened to see the morning news circled in red pen. He was stunned for a while and then said: "Your ability to observe subtle details is no worse than that of a psychiatrist."
Jiang Heng: "Easy to say."
Fang Mingxu: "We should know each other." He pointed with the end of his ballpoint pen at the 'deceased Liang' in the morning news and said: "If I guessed correctly, he was the father of one of my former patients. I hadn't graduated yet,
As an assistant to a tutor, I came out for internship. There was a patient who became ill for some reason and could not afford the treatment. The clinic tried its best to help, so I asked me to help her."
After a pause, he shook his head and said, "After all, manpower is limited."
Jiang Heng: "My condolences."
Fang Mingxu smiled and said nothing, because he was not the one who should mourn.
Half an hour later, Jiang Heng left the Mingxi Psychological Clinic and took the elevator to the first floor of the building. There were countless bright urban men and women coming and going in the lobby on the first floor.
When passing through the electronic gate, a tall woman told the front desk the electronic code to go upstairs. Her voice was a neutral, husky bass, which would be very noticeable on a woman.
When Jiang Heng passed by the woman, he caught a glimpse of her gorgeous face from the corner of his eye. After walking dozens of steps, he slowed down and remembered that she was the woman at the next table who he met in the Children's Palace coffee bar a month ago.
.
The reason why he still has memories of her is that firstly, Jiang Heng is good at remembering obvious characteristics, such as women's voices. Secondly, they were talking about the last name of their dead friend, He, who happened to have the same last name as the deceased in an accidental car accident.
These special memory points enabled Jiang Heng to recognize the woman the second time they met, but they were still strangers who met by chance and had no interaction with each other.
**
Dongcheng District Branch.
Chen Jie took out a bunch of old cases from the filing cabinet and searched for sexual assault cases according to the codes.
These cases were originally handled by specialized criminal teams, but due to the previous national conditions and imperfect laws, there were many unresolved sexual assault cases.
Ji Chengling bit the straw and asked, "Why are you sorting these?"
Chen Jie replied angrily: "I'm stimulated."
Ji Chengling: "Ah?"
Li Zan had a sweet candy in his mouth, poured a glass of warm water outside, and came back. He passed by to help answer difficult questions: "Zhou Bosi's case."
Ji Chengling suddenly realized that he was surprised that Chen Jie's attitude was so serious, but he respected Chen Jie's actions.
Li Zan returned to the office, holding his cheek and playing with his mobile phone with one hand. He was chatting with Ms. Liang Gui, whom he had never met but had a lot in common with her. When he learned that Jiang Heng had obediently gone to the psychological clinic, he couldn't help laughing.
Ji Chengling was stunned outside the office, "Captain Li is very happy?"
The sudden burst of laughter almost spread throughout the entire criminal investigation office.
Lao Zeng stretched out his two index fingers and tapped the keyboard like a chicken pecking at rice. After hearing this, he said casually: "Let's fall in love."
Chen Jie, who was busy with her busy schedule, looked up with a swoosh: "Is it public?!"
Ji Chengling: "??"
**
The setting sun at dusk, the afterglow of the setting sun.
On a sparsely populated suburban road, a Mazda was driving at a constant speed. Dynamic music floated out from the wide open window. It seemed that there were strings of lively notes beating and rotating in the vast world, in harmony with the breeze and the upcoming events.
The arriving stars dance.
The hills were opened up into terraced fields, and the water from the lakes in the highlands flowed into the dug ditches, making the sound of the water gurgling and melodious.
After passing the hill, there is a vast rice field. The fields are divided into neat squares. Looking from a distance, it is a neat and tidy place that makes all obsessive-compulsive disorder extremely comfortable. The rice that has been planted for several months has grown to half a person's height.
The green rice ears are thick and full. If it is July, the rice ears are mature and the bunches hang down like tassels.
Mazdari is composed of five young people who returned from traveling. They opened the convertible and stretched out their hands to welcome the wind and cheered: "The weather is great!", "The evening breeze is super comfortable, not hot at all!", "There is also the fragrance of rice and grass - anyway, it's not
I'm on my way in a hurry, why don't I stop and go have some fun?"
The last proposal was approved by everyone.
They parked the car on the side of the road, picked up their bags and ran to the rice fields to play, laughing and laughing all the way through the rice fields to several connected hills.
There are many shrubs on the hill, and the path is basically blocked by thorny vegetation. The traveler used branches to push aside the vegetation and ran into the mountain. When he saw a cabin on the top of the mountain, he shouted to his companions: "There is a cabin over there! Why don't we stay here tonight?"
camping?"
The wooden house was the size of a three-person tent, built with random pieces of wood such as bamboo poles, tree trunks, and wood chips. It was so shabby and crude that it looked like it was built by a child to play with.
But this kind of wooden house is very common in farmland, and is generally used as a temporary rain shelter to store pesticides and agricultural tools.
The traveler who first discovered the wooden house had already excitedly ran over to look for the door. All he could think about was the scent of rice flowers and the bright bonfire camping in the stars. He was even more excited when he found that the wooden door was unlocked.
"I told you to hurry up, okay? It'll be dark if we wait any longer!" The travel friend shouted while pushing open the door: "This wooden house is quite big, enough for us to sleep tonight - ugh!"
So stinky!
It's like the putrid smell emitted by dozens or hundreds of rats that have been dead for four or five days.
When the door was opened, the rancid smell, along with the smell of dust, penetrated the nostrils and went straight to the forehead. The traveler rolled his eyes, his stomach rolled, and he quickly bent over and vomited.
After finally stopping vomiting, he covered his mouth and nose and remembered why it smelled so bad.
The traveler took out his mobile phone and turned on the light. His heart beat like a drum in his ears. He swallowed and the light suddenly fell on the shadow of the wooden house floor. His eyes widened instantly, his pupils tightened and his adrenaline surged -
But in the shadow of the floor was a mass of black-red mud. Densely packed maggots and mosquitoes and flies were busy working in the mud, as if an orderly micro-society of maggots and mosquitoes had been formed.
