Time goes back to an hour ago, at 6:09, in the urban village of Aimin Road, Beitian District.
At the corner, a truck was parked at the entrance of the small supermarket. Workers were unloading the goods while the cashier of the small supermarket stood at the door counting the goods. She counted in a low voice and subconsciously looked up at the man hurriedly passing by.
The man was thin, with good body proportions, which visually made him taller, and he was very tastefully dressed. He also wore a peaked cap, and carried a black bag similar to a makeup case in his hand, which he rolled up for a short while as he walked quickly. Hot air.
There is a pleasant smell of perfume in the wind.
The cashier couldn't help but look at the man twice. She didn't look back with regret until he walked out of the sentry box in Simen Village, crossed the road, and headed towards another urban village on the opposite side.
When Shen Pingsha was arranging Shi Wan's wedding dress, which was studded with diamonds and seemed to be decorated with the Milky Way, the woman above her kept chattering about their plans for the wedding in a disgustingly happy tone, listening to her dissatisfied complaints about the superstition of both parents. The newlyweds were forced to stay in a two-bedroom apartment in Simen Village for three days that they had never lived in before.
Shi Wan, who was complaining, didn't notice that his high heels soiled the wedding dress, and Shen Pingsha, who was almost crazy with desire but couldn't get what he wanted, suddenly wanted to kill Shi Wan at that moment.
Coincidentally, Shen Pingsha once lived in Simen Village for a year. After a year, he moved to the urban village next door, and half a year later he moved to the next urban village to find a rental house with a cheaper rent.
The increasingly cheap rental houses seemed to be mocking his increasingly worse and hopelessly failed life.
But it's not completely without benefits. At least he knows the changes in the flow of people and the terrain here. He knows how to come quietly and how to leave without attracting anyone's attention. Even if he kills someone, he won't be immediately caught by the police.
"...12! 13! 14!" Shen Pingsha whispered how many alleys he had walked through. He knew that there was a slope at the end of Alley 15. There was a place where garbage trucks were parked on the slope, so few people would take the initiative to approach it. , even the self-built building next door that was converted into rental housing chose to seal the windows facing the garbage trucks.
No one pays attention to the garbage dump that emits a foul smell all the time, so no one knows that it has an excellent view of building C in Simen Village opposite.
In Shen Pingsha's mind, he kept imagining that someone smelled gas. He knocked on the door out of vigilance and worry. When he found that no one responded, the gas smell became stronger and stronger. In panic, he knocked on the door and entered, and the lead was pulled. Of course, the little The mechanism is not strong enough to fully press the lighter switch, but only a small spark is needed.
The friction caused by the violent door slam caused a little spark from the lighter, and then - 'boom', at least four houses above, below, left, and right will be affected! Those families, wage earners, and office workers who unfortunately live in them... explode. Their bodies would be shattered into pieces, dripping with blood, and the fire would swallow up their screams, wails, and prayers, and burn away the traces he had left behind.
Because a newlywed couple in the house were keen on exploring each other's bodies and forgot to turn off the gas, the gas leaked and exploded, killing an innocent neighbor.
This will be the only reason for fires to break out.
Shen Pingsha borrowed the excitement and ecstasy after the explosion in advance, walked into the dark and deserted place, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.
He was immersed in the joyful feeling of controlling life and death, and his steps were getting faster and faster, so much so that when he turned the corner, he didn't notice anyone in front of him and bumped into him.
Bang! Shen Pingsha clearly heard the muffled sound when hard bones collided, followed by the severe pain that gradually spread in the joints. He quickly glanced at the passerby who was hit - tall and thin like him. , it is vaguely visible that his eyebrows are that of a young man.
Shen Pingsha quickly lowered his hat, stared at the ground, his facial muscles trembled imperceptibly, his excitement and ecstasy disappeared in an instant, his adrenaline surged due to fear, his heartbeat accelerated, and his hands and feet became stiff.
The boy who was hit by him thought for a moment and apologized in a broken Mandarin: "I'm sorry."
Shen Pingsha's pupils dilated and he shook his head.
The young man said familiarly: "I'm lost. Can you tell me how to get to Simen Village?"
Shen Pingsha pointed to the way he came, and said with trembling lips: "...go straight."
Young man: "Thank you." After saying that, he crossed Shen Pingsha and walked forward.
Shen Pingsha moved his fingers and found that his palms were wet and covered with cold sweat. He swallowed his saliva, took stiff steps, rubbed his fingers, and recalled that when he bumped into the boy just now, he accidentally touched him behind his back. Something cold and hard on the waist.
It should be...not a gun.
How could it be a gun? Guns are banned in China. Who dares to own a gun? Is he a policeman? Forget it, just pretend that you haven’t noticed it and just pretend to be stupid and hide away. But to be cautious, don’t stay any longer. If the other party It would be troublesome if it was the police.
Shen Pingsha swerved to the right to avoid the four-wheeled trash can against the wall. This was a conditioned reflex behavior of his body, and his mind was still stuck on the previous second. When he decided to give up the idea of appreciating his masterpiece, he heard The boy behind him was calling him.
——He turned around, and the last image left in his dilated pupils was the black muzzle of the gun and the figure whose face could not be seen clearly in the interplay of light and shadow.
"You saw it."
"Compared to the death of a person, I still think being caught carrying a gun will cause more trouble. There is no way, I heard that China's gun ban is very strict."
"So I'm sorry, please keep it a secret."
Bang.
***
Jiang Heng was stopped outside the crime scene. Li Zan turned around and said, "He is with me."
The detective nodded and opened the yellow warning tape to let Jiang Heng in.
Li Zan hung up the phone: "Old Zeng found Shen Pingsha's body in the trash can."
Jiang Heng: "Even if Shen Pingsha commits suicide out of fear of crime, he will not die in a trash can. He is conceited and inferior. Besides, I doubt whether he has the courage to commit suicide. So, commit suicide?"
Li Zan: "Being shot." He raised his index finger to his temple, stared at Jiang Heng and said: "A bullet penetrated the head, and the brain was shattered. There was no sign of struggle, and he was killed with one shot. The gun was installed. No one noticed anything unusual."
Jiang Heng: "Killing Shen Pingsha is a planned action..." The two corpses in the flower trough were dug out, wrapped in body bags and placed on the ground indoors, while he squatted on one of the corpses. Next to him, he opened the body bag and looked at the fatal wound on the forehead of the body, and at the same time said: "Is it still an accident?"
Li Zan squatted next to another corpse, opposite Jiang Heng: "If it is a planned operation, it means that someone knows about Shen Pingsha's murderous behavior. He may have watched or participated from beginning to end - the possibility is less than 100% 1. From the small details extracted from the three murder operations, it can be seen that Shen Pingsha is a loner. He is dark, conceited, has low self-esteem, and has a sensitive personality. He cannot be trusted easily, especially if he commits a wrong act such as planning a murder, he will be irreversible. matter."
The corpses in the flower trough were half rotten, with cement sticking to their skins, and even the skin and flesh fell off when you flicked them with your fingers.
"Exclusion is a planned elimination, that is, it is a coincidental accident. Innocent people were killed indiscriminately and even more indiscriminately killed at the last minute in a trash can. It is difficult to say that it is not full of malicious ridicule." That's what Jiang Heng said, but Jiang Heng said it.
There is no sympathy, the tone is light and the look is indifferent, as if to say 'Ah, what a misfortune'.
Li Zan put his two fingers together to open the body bag and saw a bloody hole above the corpse's eyebrows, penetrating from the back of the head to the skull - there was no doubt that this was the fatal wound of the deceased.
At the same time, Jiang Heng raised his eyes and looked at him: "He was also shot."
