Chapter 792

Lin Qiupu is sitting in the office. The past scenes come to him. He looks at the photo of himself and song Lang on the table. Every time he looks at Song Lang with a smile in his face, he always has mixed feelings.

Why do you suddenly think back to your first experience of solving a crime? Is it because Chen Shi called him "Xiao Lin" when he was in a trance? No one would call him that way at ordinary times. Is Chen Shi

No, no way!

Their gap is too big, looks, age, speaking style, small habits

But the more Lin Qiupu ponders over the differences between the two, the more he discovers that they have an amazing resemblance.

It won't be such a coincidence, it won't be! He denied his speculation and felt that there was no such dramatic thing in reality.

But if Chen is really song Lang, how will he face him, arrest him, or first tell him the thoughts of these years and then arrest him?

Lin Qiupu is tangled up and tugs at his hair. He knows that he is not smart. He thinks things are easy to get to the top of his head. Maybe it's just a miscarriage of justice. Chen is bigger than him. It's natural to call him Xiaolin.

The phone call brings Lin Qiupu's thoughts back to reality. He picks up the receiver --

"pawnshop case Where... I want this case... "

Just received a call from the police center, saying that there was a murder in a pawnshop in Shangma street. Lin Qiupu is familiar with the place name. He thought it would not be so coincidental. He was just recalling the case, and another life was committed in the same place?

He called Lin Dongxue and several other policemen to go to the scene. Before he left, he suddenly said to Lin Dongxue, "call Chen Shi!"

When he arrived at the scene, Lin Qiupu learned that the murder happened to a pawnbroker named Sanyuan. Looking diagonally from the opposite side, Taiyang pawnbroker was still in business. The store seemed to be bigger, and the signboard also became gold stamping. It was much more elegant than that small grey shop.

Seven years have passed since the case. Is that pawnshop his Jingjing's industry now? Is it her own business or someone else's business?

Song Lang once said that this kind of woman is like cancer cells, which is not worthy of sympathy. When he was working under song Lang, Lin Qiupu's teachings were recorded in his book, which helped him a lot.

When Lin Qiupu looked back, a car stopped at the gate of the pawnshop. A woman in a red cheongsam came down from the car, with a long and thin ceramic cigarette holder and a women's cigarette in her hand. She put on makeup, but Lin Qiupu still recognized that she was he Jingjing.

Compared with seven years ago, she has obviously gained a lot of weight. In the past, her thin face was mellow and more charming. She is probably in her thirties.

He Jingjing noticed the police cars and the police on the other side of the road. He probably saw Lin Qiupu and smiled at him.

Another man came down from the driver's seat, carrying two plastic bags with the words of a supermarket on them. The man had dark skin, strong arms, and a sharp tattoo on his wrist. He had a plate head.

Although some changes have taken place in his appearance, Lin Qiupu still recognizes him as he Jun!

This surprised Lin Qiupu how they were together again, but he didn't know much about the follow-up impact of that case at that time, because a few days after the case was closed, he went to another homicide, and there was no time and no need to visit taiyangdian again.

"Brother, what are you looking at?" Lin Dongxue said, "are you looking at beautiful women?"

"Nonsense, those two people are related personnel in a certain case I participated in. After a few years, I saw something unexpected Isn't song Lang here yet? "

"Who!?"

Realizing his mistake, Lin Qiupu quickly corrected it. "I mean Chen Shi!"

"Ha ha, I was shocked. He said he would go shopping with Yueyue and come later."

"This guy is not punctual at all!"

Lin Qiupu said angrily, and the balance in his heart tilted a little towards the suspicious side, because song Lang was never late.

When the police entered the pawnshop where the murder happened, they saw that the lock of the cupboard beside the wall had been violently pried open and turned into a mess. An old man was lying on the ground with a large blood clotting on his forehead. His posture of falling down was a little twisted. His legs were forward, but his upper body was turned to the ground. His left hand stretched out very long, as if he wanted to reach something.

Next to it was an overturned mahogany chair. A bloody ashtray fell at the foot of the body. Peng sijue picked it up and examined it against the light, saying, "the fingerprints on it are very clear."

The reporter was a worker in this shop. He was scared. He heard a crash downstairs in the early morning. He thought it would be amazing if he got into the thief's house. He ran down to have a look. A man was hitting the boss's head repeatedly with an ashtray. The old man kept twitching on the ground. His left leg was shaking very deeply.

"And then The man turned around and saw me. I was so scared that I went upstairs. I jumped from the window to the nearby roof and ran. The tiles on the roof were all broken. I didn't bring my cell phone and didn't dare to come back. I ran to the nearest police station in my pajamas. "

"Check it out." Lin Qiupu said to Lin Dongxue, "what does a man look like?"

"It's too dark for me to see. I saw him in a jacket, about the same height as him!" The man pointed to Xu Xiaodong. "Oh, yes, he spits. He should be on the ground."

"Team Lin, there's a piece of dried sputum on the ground." A technical policeman uncovered a picture that had fallen to the ground and found sputum.

Lin Qiupu asked the man again, "when you witnessed the killing process, was it a mess here?"

"No, as usual, maybe he did it after I ran away. If I didn't run, I would probably be killed. It would be terrible to think about it!"

"What's your boss's name?"

"Shen Liqun."

"How long have you been working here?"

"I just graduated from school and have been working for a year. My father and boss Shen are friends. Because I can't find the right job in my major, my father asked me to work here. Boss Shen usually treats me well..." At this point, the young man looks sad.

"When the autopsy is finished, you can help us check what is lost here."

The autopsy results are completely consistent with the confession of the young man. Boss Shen died at about 4:00 a.m. and he was hit repeatedly on the head. Some glass fragments were found in the skin. Peng sijue preliminarily determined that the cause of death was cerebral artery rupture.

When the body was taken away, the boy asked boss Shen to burn some paper money to see him off. Lin Qiupu agreed. The boy burned the paper at the door and cried for a while.

Then he put on his gloves and began to check the things on the spot. All the things here were pawned by customers and recorded. After checking one by one, the boy said, "the painting is lost!"

"What painting?"

"A landscape painting, painted by a painter of Yuan Dynasty, is very valuable!"