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The night is darker.
It's almost the time for normal people to go to sleep, but some professions don't care about the time. For example, the city police building is still brightly lit and people are coming and going.
Pushing the door and walking in, he looked like he was in his thirties, wearing a police uniform with stripes and stars. His charming face turned left and right, and his eyes met. He couldn't help but smile, "I don't want you to go sit in the reception room first."
Well, why did you come here? If someone hadn’t reported you, I really couldn’t find you.”
There were a lot of people in the room. The man in police uniform with a Chinese character face seemed to be a police officer. As soon as he finished speaking, there was a wave of greetings, "Hey, He Bureau." "Good evening, Bureau He" came and went. The originally solemn atmosphere instantly became more lively.
"I'm afraid I'll bother you because you're busy with official duties." After the greetings stopped for a while, a man in plain clothes with narrow eyes stood up from the table. With a smile on his face, he slapped his face with Chinese characters. The man took the initiative to stretch out his hand.
The palm of his hand came, and then with the latter's slightly stunned expression, he opened his arms and embraced each other with a smile.
But then,
"Uh! You"
"Fuck, bah, bah, bah!"
The eyes of the surrounding police officers widened in an instant, but when the two hugged each other, in full view of everyone, the unknown plainclothes man actually kissed the chief's face. This scene... was so beautiful! I didn't dare to look at it!
"Ahem, don't get me wrong. Well, I just came back from abroad. You know, the etiquette and customs in some places..."
Spreading his hands, the plainclothes man looked a little embarrassed. After laughing twice, he wisely changed the subject, "Haha, long time no see, Lao He... He has gained a lot of weight. He Mingwei, the former main player of the school basketball team and the school's hero, is still three steps away now."
Can you get to the basket?"
"Practice another day? I'll torture you with one hand!" After being stunned for a moment, the man with the Chinese character face looked away angrily.
"Haha, the stinking power hasn't changed at all!"
"Your uncle, there's no need to expose my shortcomings as soon as we meet. There are so many subordinates here... Haha, long time no see, boss..."
Listening to the conversation, the two of them must be old classmates. They haven't seen each other for many years. Although it was a bit unexpected when they met for the first time, there was no need to say anything in the excitement. After saying hello, what was called He Mingwei?
The man in police uniform with a Chinese-style face smiled at the police officers watching in the room and said,
"Let me introduce you to everyone. This is my old classmate, who is also on our front line. His name is Zong Qing, nicknamed Boss (Zong)!"
"Hello, Officer Zong."
Nicknames and so on are naturally just jokes, and no one with a muscle deficiency would call him that. Since they are colleagues and old classmates with the chief, it is definitely not wrong to call him police officer.
After a brief introduction, He Mingwei turned to Zong Qing and said: "Let's go, I've already booked a place. The Sichuan restaurant we used to eat at is near the school. The owner has changed, but the chef is still the same.
Want to revisit and experience it?”
"Just the two of us?"
"Nonsense! You should give me time to prepare! If you don't show up for seven or eight years, I'll make a phone call in the afternoon and be there in the evening. Where can I contact your old acquaintances?"
"Ha, I'm not trying to lighten your burden. The two of you should not be in a hurry." After saying that, the man named Zong Qing looked at the middle-aged police officer standing aside, who seemed to be a captain, and asked politely, "
Can you let me see the physical evidence you just brought back from outside?"
"Physical evidence?" He Mingwei was stunned when he heard this, and also looked at the middle-aged captain. The latter nodded subconsciously and said simply, "No problem, it should be almost time. Xiao Wang, you go and call the colleagues in the identification department.
Say hello and bring the things over."
After a pause, Zhengsehui reported, "Bureau He, I'm preparing to sort out the materials and report this matter tomorrow morning. At around 7:10 tonight, the reporting center received an alarm call saying that there was a man lying in Songwei Lane, Changle Street, like
He was drunk, but when the nearby patrol officers went over, they found that it was not a drunk man, but a corpse, and they immediately notified us to cordon off the scene. It is initially estimated that it was a homicide."
"Homicide?"
He Mingwei frowned instantly. This has been a consensus from ancient times to the present that human life is at stake. What's more, in today's era of advanced communication means, a small matter mishandled may cause a storm in the city, let alone a murder.
He looked at Zong Qing thoughtfully, "No wonder you didn't come to me first when you came here. How about old classmate, did you find anything?"
"I just happened to meet him when I walked in." Zong Qing spread his hands again, his expression seemed a little helpless, "It's not a discovery, I didn't see it very clearly just now... Well, I hope I saw it wrong."
During the conversation, the young police officer who had just been sent to collect physical evidence hurriedly opened the door and said, "Bureau He, Captain, we got the things back and they are all here. The report has not been released yet. We need follow-up from the forensic department, but the identification
Co’s colleagues confirmed that it was homicide. The method of committing the crime was to smash the throat with a blunt instrument. The time of death was probably around 7 p.m.”
He Mingwei's heart moved: "At seven o'clock...the reporter?"
The middle-aged captain obviously thought about it and nodded solemnly: "When I arrived at the scene before, I suspected that there was something wrong with the reporter, so I contacted the reporting center to retrieve the call records. It's just..."
After a pause, he shook his head and said, "The call was made at a public phone booth, located at the entrance of Matsuo Alley. There was not much useful information in the call. The voice sounded like that of a middle-aged man, a little hoarse, with a southern accent. He said he was trying to help others.
Enthusiastic citizens who are having fun? Are they fooling ghosts... What's even more troublesome is that it was already dark at the time, and several street lights on the street were broken. The surveillance footage captured was extremely limited, and nothing has been discovered so far."
"What about victim status?"
"Checking."
"No need to check."
"Um?"
He Mingwei and the middle-aged captain turned their heads in astonishment, and saw Zong Qing holding a sealed plastic bag aside. Inside was a circle of broken steel wire. He was placing it in front of the desk lamp and looked closely. His long and narrow eyes were almost narrowed to a slit, as if he wanted to see
As if cleaning the broken incision, he shook his head and sighed, "I really saw that right...this thing belongs to the victim, right?"
"Yes, it was found on the victim, half of his left and right hands."
"Then there's no need to investigate. If you find out, it's false. Lao He, prepare the materials and hand over the case."
"Ah? Why?" The young police officer who just went to get the physical evidence suddenly became unhappy when he heard this.
"Xiao Wang, what are you talking about?" The middle-aged captain glared at him, seemingly angry, and then said, "I'm sorry, this Zong, Zong police officer..."
"Ha, it's okay. I need to explain." Zong Qing waved his hands carelessly. How could he not hear that the other party was reprimanding but actually meant to protect him? He thought about it and smiled, "Actually, it doesn't hurt to talk. Do you know what this is?
?”
Raising the transparent evidence bag in his hand, the young police officer glanced over, curled his lips, raised his chest and raised his head: "Report to the officer, my vision is 1.5, this is a wire!"
"Oh, my eyesight is good." As if he didn't hear the subtle irony in the other party's words, Zong Qing continued without changing his expression, "But your description is not precise enough. This is a special steel wire."
As he spoke, he picked up the white gloves from the table and put them on. He slowly took out half of the broken steel wire from the evidence bag. He raised his hand and gestured to the onlookers, "This is not a steel wire. If you don't believe me, you can use a magnifying glass to see it."
Look, it is actually made of three special steel wires twisted together, and then coated with special paint. Both its toughness and sharpness far exceed the properties of ordinary steel wires."
After looking around, he placed the steel wire on the hollow iron pipe on the back of a chair and wrapped it around it. "This production method is not uncommon, but it is not common in the market. It is not something ordinary people can do without experience."
After some special training, it is easy to cut yourself. But if it is in the hands of professionals, the power will be hard to say, like this..."
With a gentle pull, without any effort, the steel wire loop passed through the surface of the iron pipe without any delay and returned to a straight steel wire. Looking at the hollow iron pipe again, it simply broke into two pieces with a smooth cut.
Like a mirror!
"Hiss..."
The gasps came one after another, "What... what is this?"
"Noose." Zong Qing shrugged, "It's called this in a certain industry. Have you seen movies like Killer Spy Agent? They basically have such a thing in their hands. The inspiration comes from this.
Of course, the power may be exaggerated. Art comes from life and is higher than life."
The middle-aged captain looked at the circle of steel wire and the dagger on the table next to him, and opened his mouth: "So, this victim..."
Zong Qing nodded: "Well, he shouldn't be an ordinary person."
At this point, all the police officers were silent. Originally, whether they were dedicated to their duties or eager to perform meritorious services, since the case was reported to their team, there was no reason to hand it over easily, but there was a limit.
. If professionals who possess such special props become victims, what kind of existence will the murderer be? What are their chances of winning?
After a moment of silence, he said, "Team Yang, you worked hard tonight to sort out the materials. I will report to the leader tomorrow morning and send someone to take over." He Mingwei made the final decision.
The middle-aged captain nodded silently.
Then He Mingwei and Zong Qing left the room. The former went to change into casual clothes and then went straight to the underground parking lot. Perhaps because of the sudden murder, both of them were a little silent during the process.
Until he got in the car, Zong Qing sat in the passenger seat and suddenly sighed and rubbed his eyebrows: "I originally thought about coming to the front station to rest for a few days, but I never thought that I would encounter this problem as soon as I came here. It's really unlucky...Old
Hey, friendship vaccination, this case probably won’t be solved, at least in the short term.”
"So unconfident?" He Mingwei was slightly stunned when he heard this. Although he was also aware of the particularity of this case, he was also very aware of the particularity of the work of his old classmate next to him, although the latter had always kept it secret, saying that it was not allowed by confidentiality regulations.
But the information occasionally revealed was enough for him to guess something.
"It's not a question of confidence, it's a technical question." Zong Qing looked a little helpless, "Holmes must have clues to solve the case, but is there any entry point in this case? To put it bluntly, I am 80% certain that the victim is a killer.
A professional killer, unless I can know the details of his mission and who his target is, so that I can follow the clues and find out something, otherwise I am just a headless fly looking for a needle in a haystack."
After a pause, he hesitated and then said, "Besides, the murderer... should also be a killer, or someone with a higher level."
Holding the steering wheel, He Mingwei raised his eyebrows: "How can you see that?"
"Techniques, habits." Zong Qing shook his head, "You don't know this business, so you don't know. I've read the crime scene report, and there are basically no signs of fighting. It means that the two of them decided the winner in a very short time, and maybe even It was a one-hit kill, with obvious killer style. And the subsequent call to the police was not actually a provocation. In the industry, it was called the use of public resources to finish it off. It shows that the murderer was very confident and could not find out the victim's identity even if he was exposed. Come to him..."
"Ha, after talking so much, aren't you just scared?"
"Yes, I'm afraid."
"Well……"
To be fair, He Mingwei's words were meant to ridicule the general, but unexpectedly Zong Qing agreed honestly and unceremoniously. He was stunned and couldn't help but turned around and said with a smile, "You are too real!"
"No, this is called recognizing reality." Zong Qing said with a matter-of-fact expression, "I didn't tell you the whole story just now because I was afraid of scaring you. Did you notice how the noose broke?"
"There is a dagger in the physical evidence. Wasn't it cut?"
"I thought this was the case before, but... the fracture cut was wrong. If it was cut by a knife, the cut would be smooth, but the actual cut is not like this. If you look carefully, you can see that the cut is bifurcated... It is not cut, but It was forcibly broken!"
"What's the difference?"
"The difference is huge! I have a guess. Although I really hope it's not the case, the so-called blunt force trauma is really similar to..." After a pause, he subconsciously brushed the side of his palm with a look of awe. After a moment, He shook his head again, "It's impossible, it doesn't make sense, in such a short distance, and in actual combat, first split the rope with a sharp slash, and then crush the throat bone, the heavy sword has no edge... This strength can be mastered Conversion, what a joke..."
"What sharp slash? The heavy sword has no edge? What are you talking about?" Looking at Zong Qing who was talking to himself and whose expression was unpredictable, He Mingwei was a little confused.
"Oh, it's nothing. In short, I'm just a civilian doing analysis work. I don't want to face perverts like Hard Steel. Well, at least I have to wait until the gang from the Action Section arrive. Perverts should leave all perverted matters to them. . Just go and do it.”
"It's getting harder and harder to understand." He Mingwei glanced angrily, "Forget it, you'll tell me about the confidentiality regulations if I ask you again, so I won't ask. But...do you think the murderer is that person?"
"Which person?" Zong Qing was stunned, then realized something and smiled, "You are too realistic, so you should be polite and call me noble. In 2008, there was a nationally wanted criminal, in 2009, there was a large-scale trafficking gang, in 2009 The gangsters who escaped from prison in the second half of the year, if it weren't for the accurate information provided by that noble man, in just a few years, would your little police officer be able to rise to his current status?"
He Mingwei's face darkened: "I'm serious!"
"Haha, okay." He pondered for a moment and shook his head, "Probably not, a Batman, a professional killer, different styles... But your Lingjiang City is really lively, and anyone who pops up is a big shot. , can’t afford to offend, can’t afford to offend.”