Zhong Xueru and his assistant Zheng Tugou squatted at the door and forked instant noodles in silence. When Li Zan and Lao Zeng came over, they raised their heads and glanced at each other, then lowered their heads to eat the noodles.
Li Zan glanced at it: "Braised egg, vegetables and ham noodles? Such a rich breakfast can easily cause stomach bloating."
Zhong Xueru had two dark circles under his eyes, and his eyes were full of resentment: "I was so busy last night that I didn't eat a grain of rice or drink a sip of water."
Li Zan: "Brother, remember to put away the takeout boxes in the trash can at the door in advance next time."
Zhong Xueru was speechless, buried his face in the instant noodle bucket, finished all the noodles in a few mouthfuls, drank all the soup, threw the instant noodle bucket into the trash can, got up and took Li Zan and Lao Zeng indoors: "The autopsy results of the two corpses have been recorded.
I’ll sort it out later and send it over.”
He casually picked up the autopsy record on the table and handed it to Li Zan. Without stopping, he went straight to the dissecting table inside and lifted the white cloth on the dissecting table: "This man died miserably."
Li Zan and Lao Zeng went over and recognized the half-rotted face as that of the deceased found in the wooden house.
Lao Zeng: "The identity of the deceased has been confirmed. His real name is Han Jingwen. He was 28 years old. He came from a middle-class family. He is currently studying for graduate school and working part-time as a teacher in an educational institution outside."
Zhong Xueru: "It sounds like he was a person with simple social relationships, which is very inconsistent with the way he died."
Lao Zeng: "What do you mean?" He didn't go to the crime scene in person last night, and he didn't see Han Wenwen's body.
Li Zan went to the end of the pool on the dissecting table, picked up a white cloth and looked at the separated limbs: "Have you ever seen a corpse whose torso was hit by a heavy object but whose head and limbs were intact?"
Lao Zeng: "Isn't it?"
That's a miserable way to die.
The torso was smashed into a pulp by a heavy object. The skin, flesh, blood and organs were mixed together and could not be distinguished. The head and limbs were intact. No one could survive this kind of injury. It was lucky to die on the spot.
Li Zan lifted half of the white cloth and asked Lao Zeng to see clearly the body without a torso.
Lao Zeng: "Where is the torso? It won't be dismembered, right?"
Zhong Xueru asked him to look up at the glass jar on the stainless steel table against the wall opposite, "Did you see the meat mixed with bone fragments in the jar? It's his torso. Our entire forensic office has been busy for two hours, working hard every moment.
The whole corpse was scraped out."
Zeng, who had been a detective for decades, was caught off guard and retched when he saw the jar of minced meat. He couldn't help but ran outside and vomited for a while. When he came back, he heard Zhong Xueru sigh with relief: "I vomited last night."
Twice, I vomited out the acidic water!"
So now he feels happy when he sees others vomiting.
Lao Zeng twitched the corner of his mouth, thinking that Lao Zhong was a psychopath.
Li Zan: "Old Zeng, I haven't been able to do it lately. Don't stay up late and go clubbing all the time. Take more care, exercise more, and have a healthy lifestyle."
Lao Zeng waved his hand angrily. Not everyone is as perverted as Li Zan. He seems to be born in this field. His adaptability and ability to withstand pressure are far beyond ordinary people.
"How did you die?"
Li Zan: "He must have been beaten to death with random sticks."
Lao Zeng looked at Zhong Xueru, who nodded and confirmed Li Zan's guess: "A heavy, hard blunt instrument should have been used to beat Han Jingwen to death. Han Jingwen's hands, feet and head showed signs of being beaten.
, the injury was not serious, the murderer deliberately concentrated the beating on the upper body of the deceased. The concentrated beating, superimposed pain, can torture the deceased to the greatest extent."
Lao Zeng speculated on the murderer's psychology: "Either the murderer is a pervert, likes to torture others, and takes pleasure in other people's pain. Or the murderer has a deep hatred for the deceased and does not hesitate to use such cruel methods to kill people."
Li Zan: "The deceased didn't resist?"
Zhong Xueru: "I can't resist." He took out a drink bottle and said: "The bottle collected from the murder scene, the test results showed that the water contained a large dose of diazepam."
Lao Zeng: "The deceased drank a drink containing a large dose of diazepam before his death. He had difficulty moving and could not resist. However, the pain kept him awake to a certain extent, which was just enough to satisfy the murderer's torture. It is impossible for the deceased to drink the drink containing the problem himself.
If he drank it himself, the drink belonged to the murderer. The deceased drank the drink sent by the murderer, which means that he was unprepared for the murderer... Do they know each other?"
Zhong Xueru: "Vendetta?"
Li Zan suddenly asked: "How tall is Han Jingwen?"
Zhong Xueru: "How many 1.8 meters? What?"
Li Zan: "Weight?"
Zhong Xueru: "80 kilograms."
Li Zan: "It's a bit heavy. The physique is very strong."
Lao Zeng nodded: "The survey results show that Han Wenwen regularly works out."
"Wow - then this social relationship must be very complicated." Zhong Xueru sighed as he pushed up his glasses.
Lao Zeng: "No, didn't you just lament that Korean social relations are simple?"
Zhong Xueru plausibly said: "You said he is a graduate student! He is a postgraduate student and a teacher in an educational institution. How can he have spare time to enrich his social circle? Moreover, a teacher-oriented graduate student lives on campus for half his life. No matter how complicated the social relationship is,
How complicated is it? But it’s different now. My height, figure and appearance are above average, and I exercise regularly... Don’t you know that men who exercise are very arrogant?”
Lao Zeng's face was full of difficulty: "That's it?"
Zhong Xueru: "Ask Captain Li to see if what I said is right."
Li Zan: "Knowing how to manage his appearance at all times shows that he needs to use this advantage, and appearance advantages can only play the greatest role when socializing."
Lao Zeng understood after thinking about it: "We still have to start with his social relationships."
The autopsy results were clear and the direction of the investigation could be determined. Li Zan covered the white cloth back and walked to a stainless steel platform embedded in the ground behind him. The complete skeleton arranged on the platform was the most difficult murder case.
"Old Zhong, come here and talk about this skeleton."
"Here we come!" Zhong Xueru clapped his hands and came over, and the first thing he said was: "Do you know how miserable this person died? It was worse than Han Jingwen. Han Jingwen was beaten to death on the torso, a bit like an ancient staff.
Although torture and cane punishment don’t sound so terrible, the pain is actually about the same as being cut into pieces. And this white skeleton—”
"My flesh was cut before I was alive."
Lao Zeng's expression changed, Li Zan raised his eyebrows, and both of them expressed surprise: "Are they all tortured and killed?"
"Absolutely." Zhong Xueru pointed to the phalanges and calf bones pieced together from the white bones, and asked them to come over and take a closer look: "The phalanges of ten fingers and two calf bones have been chopped off. The cut surface is not very smooth. It should have been cut with a knife.
The bone knife is like this-" He gestured, and the palm of his hand turned into a knife and fell suddenly: "When the knife is stuck, pull it out and continue to chop, sharpen it while cutting, and it will be completely cut off in four or five strokes. How painful is the process?
Can you imagine."
Lao Zeng shuddered: "Don't describe it too clearly, I don't want to imagine it." He felt a dull pain in his calf.
Zhong Xueru shrugged, not intending to give up his bad taste of scaring people, and continued: "In addition to the finger bones and leg bones, there are scratches on the thigh bones and hand bones. I guess the deceased was cut into pieces before his death, and the bones were cut."
Lao Zeng: "This method of death sounds familiar? I seem to have heard it somewhere."
Li Zan: "The strange caller who called the branch a month ago and said he wanted to surrender, described that he had killed a person when he was 20 years old, and his death method was basically the same as the death of this skeleton. He said 'rainy day' at the time,
'It's very quiet all around.' The crime scene was an abandoned rice mill, and there were really few people around." After a pause, he asked: "How long was the time of death?"
Zhong Xueru: "Because the body was completely skeletal, we also collected soil moisture and air moisture from the murder scene. After comparison, we can only roughly estimate that the time of death was three or four years ago. Trace inspection found some fibers in the rice milling factory.
Tests on the fabric have revealed that it was a summer style that was popular three years ago, so the specific time of death is between May and October three years ago."
Lao Zeng: "He really killed someone, not a harassing phone call! Both cases were torture and murder. The murder scenes are so close. Is it possible that there is a certain connection?"
Zhong Xueru: "The wooden house and the rice mill are both crime scenes. Logically speaking, if the same murderer did it, he should go to the rice mill to kill. The rice mill is more hidden than the wooden house, and the wooden house stores farm tools.
The local rice farmers were still using wooden houses, so the bodies were easily discovered. Besides the brutal killing and the similar location, the two murder cases had no other similarities in the methods of committing the crime."
Lao Zeng: “But it’s such a coincidence.”
"Wouldn't we know after checking it?" Li Zan said: "Old Zhong, send me a copy of the basic information record of this skeleton, and also send a copy to the technical investigation team so that they can do a craniofacial reconstruction."
Zhong Xueru: "I'll send it over later when everything is sorted out."
Li Zan: "Okay."
While they were busy here, Chen Jie and Ji Chengling were not free either. They went out early in the morning to investigate Han Wenwen's social circle. They were so busy in the bright sun that they didn't even drink a sip of water. When they came back, their lips were covered with dead skin.
Chen Jie spoke hoarsely: "Comrade Dangdang, could you please pour me a glass of cold water? My throat feels like I've swallowed live coals. I feel like if I say a few more words, white smoke will come out of my throat."
Wang poured them both a large glass of cold water, then sat back down, covering his face with a large computer screen, and a voice came from behind the computer: "Is everything going well?"
Chen Jie and Ji Chengling were both drinking water. When they finished drinking, as soon as the cups were put down, other detectives came over to help refill the water. The two of them drank without paying attention. After drinking, they realized that there were people standing around, pretending to have nothing to do.
In fact, he couldn't hide his curiosity and eagerly waited for them to speak.
Chen Jie picked up the cup and Ji Chengling took out his mobile phone. The comrades in the criminal police couldn't help but talk: "I said you two are almost done, don't be pretentious. Tell me what you gained from this trip?"
Chen Jie couldn't help laughing and asked Ji Chengling: "You say it or should I say it?"
Ji Chengling: "Just tell me."
Chen Jie coughed a few times and then spoke: "We will first check Han Wenwen's relatives and friends, and then go to the school where he took the postgraduate entrance examination and the educational institution where he works to investigate the relationship between alumni and colleagues. Han Wenwen's family relationship is quite simple. He is the eldest son, and there are other relatives at home.
A little sister who is one and a half years old. Han Wenwen’s parents are from the middle class. After the news of the second child came out, they started preparing for pregnancy and gave birth to their daughter last year.”
A fellow criminal police officer asked: "Han Jingwen is twenty-eight, right? His parents should be fifty years old. These fifty-year-old people are still trying to have a second child. They are not satisfied with the size of their family, so they risk their old age."
Are you in a hurry to practice trumpet due to the danger of giving birth?”
"I'm just very dissatisfied!" Chen Jie clapped her hands fiercely: "The relationship between Han Wenwen and his parents is very cold. We brought the news of Han Wenwen's murder. Although his parents showed sadness, they did not express great sadness and mourning, and they still remained calm.
mood and politely answer our questions."
"We asked Han Wenwen's neighbors and friends and found out that he and his parents had not moved around for several years. Once, they saw Han Wenwen being kicked out of his home in his pajamas, looking very embarrassed."
Colleagues asked: "Why are their relationships so bad?"
Chen Jie: "We can't find out the specific reason, and we find it strange. Han Jingwen is the kind of child from other people's families. He is smart and well-educated. He has a cheerful personality and is good at getting things done. He also has a strong sense of self-management. There is no reason why his parents don't like him.
.”
A policewoman speculated: "Is it possible that Han Jingwen is not their biological child?"
"They are indeed parent-child." Chen Jie spread her hands: "That's why it's strange."
She was so thirsty that she asked Ji Chengling to continue talking. Ji Chengling said: "Although Han Wenwen has a cold relationship with his family, his social circle is very wide. He gets along well with his classmates and colleagues, and he also has friends who have fixed hobbies."
I have no enmity with anyone in my circle of friends, such as fitness circles, outdoor riding circles, etc. Occasionally, if there are any conflicts, Han Jingwen can quickly resolve them. He is good at handling various interpersonal relationships."
"The investigation of the social circle of relatives and friends has been completed, and deep hatred and interest entanglements have been eliminated, leaving only the emotional aspect." Ji Chengling said: "Han Wenwen is a bit emotionally confused. He had a girlfriend who he dated for half a year two years ago. After breaking up, he has been single, but there is
Regular sex friends, and other men and women who had one-night stands——"
"Wait! Male or female?"
"Han Wenwen is bisexual and usually has fun."
"That was most likely a love killing."
"A love murder can't possibly lead to such a tragic death. I feel like it's a vendetta."
"From love comes hate."
The various discussions among the detectives mainly tended to focus on love murder, but Han Jingwen's torture and murder was obviously more about venting anger than love, and it cannot be simply attributed to hatred born out of love.
At this time, the Criminal Investigation Office's phone rang, and a police officer answered the phone: "Criminal Investigation Office, Dongcheng District Public Security Bureau, what can I do for you?"
The voice in the microphone was disguised through a voice changer: "I'm looking for Chen Jie."
The little policeman was stunned for a moment, raised his head and shouted to Chen Jie in the crowd: "Sister Chen, someone is looking for you."
"Who's looking for me?" Chen Jie stood up in confusion, pushed aside the crowd and took the phone: "Hello?"
