Chapter 3

Lin Yan changed his clothes and appeared in a senior club in the center of the city. At this moment, it's just late at night. There are not many people, and the lights are dim. There are boys in tuxedos playing the violin in the restaurant, melodious and beautiful.

She followed the waiter around a few bends, high heels on the soft carpet quietly.

Until he stopped in front of a door, the waiter bowed: "Miss Lin, please"

although Zhao Junfeng complained, his smile did not change, and everyone in the room laughed.

"You old lady, I think the older you are, the more unforgiving your mouth is..."

Because of this, the teacher's mother mixed up with him again: "then you don't appreciate that I've taken a fancy to you. I've been blessed for eight generations!"

Song Yuhang helps the forehead: "Zhao Hall..."

is as like as two peas in her family.

Zhao Junfeng glared at her anxiously: "what do you know? It's hard for criminal police to find a partner, and it's rare for women to do this business! If you don't get married while you're young, the older you get, the older you are. If you choose people, they will choose you! "

"Yes, that's the reason. Marriage matters are very urgent. Xiao Song's conditions are so good that he can't find a good family"

Song Yuhang said: "well, what you said is that he has met several times, had a few meals, and stayed with friends, but didn't think about anything else for the time being"

his teacher's mother listened and thought that the conditions were good, but she also had some doubts: "I'm still a head at this age It's not hard to say if you want to get married. You'd better keep an eye on her and have a good observation "

" it's OK to contact her several times. She's a few years older than me, less than 40 years old, single and unmarried. She doesn't have bad hobbies such as smoking and drinking. She lives in Jiangcheng and has a doctor's degree in medicine "

Zhao Junfeng knows her well. If she doesn't have a word in her head, she won't say that. This time, she's probably seeing the right eye.

Song Yuhang could not laugh or cry: "I can't hide anything from you, and I haven't talked about it yet, just listen to my mother's advice and go on a blind date"

is it the hero who is engaged in criminal investigation who thinks the same thing, or the predestined enemy?

Song Yuhang didn't understand the meaning of his smile at this time. Later, he realized that her words had been mentioned to him a few days ago.

The wind blew up a corner of the autopsy report, revealing the name of the chief prosecutor: Lin Yan.

It was dusk, and the light of the setting sun came in through the shutters, and a spot fell on his desk.

After she finished, Zhao Junfeng gave a slight smile, as if he had a plan in mind, and as if he was expected.

There's too little information. That's the conclusion.

"Do not rule out the possibility of female crime"

"may appear in the KTV that night"

"the murderer had intimate contact with the dead and Jin Weixin, and even had a holiday with one of them"

therefore, she did not investigate the scene, nor saw the body with her own eyes, and only gave suggestions.

The scientific criminal psychological portrait is based on the criminal analysis, victim information and logical evidence, rather than fortune telling.

She gently pursed her lower lip: "or simply afraid that the dead will not die, just make up a knife"

"in order to disturb the sight of the police, or Blame others "

" the dead are dead, why go back and stab again? "

Zhao Junfeng is holding a teacup. The water vapor comes up and moistens the glasses of presbyopic glasses. He gently rubs the wall of the teacup and looks a little secretive.

"Look, since the murderer can poison and make the dead unprepared, it shows that he has a close relationship with the dead. According to the autopsy report, the dead will be stabbed in the chest by a fruit knife shortly after death, which will cause massive bleeding. During this period of time, the focus of monitoring is to find out who has been in and out of the box"

"have you seen the autopsy report?" Zhao Junfeng did not shy away, and the documents were on the table.

"At the same time, if we investigate Jin Weixin and find out the source of the drugs, we are not far away from the truth"

although there are not too many emotional fluctuations on that face.

Song Yuhang pondered for a moment. When she thought about the problem, her thumb would unconsciously gently rub her index finger.

Because of this, the brothers of the corps have been fighting all night for several consecutive days. As a leader, although he doesn't have to go down in person and go door-to-door, he still has a heavy burden on his shoulders and hasn't slept for several days.

"The deceased worked in KTV and had complicated interpersonal relationships." he took a sip of his tea cup and frowned.

Song Yuhang pondered: "I have a general understanding of the case, and I suggest that the investigation should focus on the people who have had close contact with the dead. After all, few people know that the dead have heart disease, especially those who have had contact with the dead and had been in KTV on the night of the crime, so we should focus on the investigation"

Binhai province is a populous province, with more than one third of the people They are all migrant workers. It takes a lot of effort to investigate.

Zhao Junfeng hung up the phone, and immediately had some helplessness: "you know, the case on April 18 turned over again. The procuratorate sent people to supervise it every three days. The court also urged us to add new evidence. We had a lot of quarrels on the Internet, and said that we were extorting confessions by torture! The brothers of the corps have been sleeping for several days, but how can the suspects be so easy to catch? "He has been engaged in front-line criminal investigation all his life. He has gone through life and death many times, licking blood at the edge of the knife. What he fears most is not those vicious criminals, but the intellectuals who are used to criticizing.

"Reporter interview"

"what's the matter?"

Zhao Junfeng is dealing with his official documents and chatting about his home affairs. He plans to have a drink with the apprentice after work today. Unexpectedly, an inside call comes in and the old director's brow is slightly wrinkled.

Song Yuhang slightly bent his lips and said nothing more.

Having said that, I could see that he was really happy.

He seems to be a little sad: "Huo, you child, come here, why do you buy these? It's time for your teacher's mother to see you again. Besides, what does it look like for people to see you carrying these in and out of the police station?"

I saw some colorful gift boxes piled up at her feet, the "golden partner" often shown on TV, some dairy products and bird's nest.

She was not a talkative person, no matter how much she was stuck in her heart.

"You'd better take care of yourself and take the medicine on time. Don't let my teacher's mother remind you Here are some health products for you "

but that's enough. Zhao Junfeng is one of the few people who treat her very well.

Unexpectedly, the two people are entangled in trivia, the only time to meet or in the office.

She was very grateful for all these. This time, she took advantage of the time when she went to the provincial hall to have a meeting, so she had the time to visit her former teacher.

At that time, he was still studying in the public security university. As a senior superintendent of the Criminal Investigation Corps of Binhai provincial public security department, he would often give lectures. He was also half of song Yuhang's teacher. After graduation, she wanted to work in the Jiangcheng Public Security Bureau, from which he made many adjustments.

Zhao Ting is in his early fifties. He is slightly fat and has some white hair between his temples, but he is still strong and energetic.

"It's OK. It's hypertension. It's an old problem, but it's not a big deal to listen to your teacher's mother's daily medication control"

"how are you doing?"

Song Yuhang then sat down again, still sitting upright and upright.

"OK"

seeing that she was so formal, Zhao Ting laughed again: "I don't have so many rules here, so I sit here"

almost subconsciously raised my hand to salute. The woman was dressed in spring and autumn uniform, with a light blue shirt inside and a tie meticulously tied. The other hand stood upright next to the trouser seam, and the flip brim hat was quietly placed on the left side of the table according to the regulations.

She quickly put down her tea cup and stood up: "Zhao Tinghao"

it happened that Lin Yan was chased and intercepted by reporters in the news. Song Yuhang was listening attentively with his tea cup in his hand, and was caught off guard when the door of the office was pushed open.

Arm down, cup mouth residual liquid drop by drop hit the floor, like blood splashed on the feet.

Her throat moved and she drank the liquid from her goblet.

Another flash of lightning broke through the sky, illuminating the woman's face.

Girls are surrounded in the middle, quietly looking at her smile, the original pretty face in this background is also set off a bit strange.

Similar to the human bones and pieces of meat in the photos, they don't fade a little because of the mottled time and the moldy paper. They can still smell the fishy smell from the distance between time and space.

Above the bloodstain were a few yellow photos and newspapers pinned with thumbtacks. The room was not big and covered most of the walls.

A flash of lightning across the sky, briefly lit up the house, the walls with red paint pen big and small painted with "X", long tail down, like swimming blood.

Just chewing this sentence, she chewed it, full of hate, raised her hand and stabbed it into the wall.

"You can't investigate this case any more"

the woman stepped on the ground barefoot.

The wind shook the branches and the rain rolled in with the curtains.

Binhai province is located in the southwest of the sea border, in the summer many storms.

He looked up and saw a dim light: "Lin Yan, you can't investigate this case any more"

the man shook his head: "no, Jiangcheng Public Security Bureau, as the place where the crime happened, they will have a backup. If there is no more..."

Of course, Lin Yan knew what was at stake. Although she didn't speak, she squeezed the goblet's thin neck tightly. Her finger bones were as white as jade, and her strength seemed to break at any time.

What's more, it's a blind matter and we can't follow the normal procedure.

However, it has always been the procuratorate that transfers files from the Public Security Bureau. I haven't heard of the public security organ asking for files from the procuratorate. Isn't this tantamount to admitting my dereliction of duty in disguise?

As usual, as the supervision department of the public security organ, all the evidence will be submitted to the procuratorate and then transferred to the court, so there should be a backup.

"Procuratorate"

"there will be another place"

the fire in the archives is not a trivial matter. Several crimes of dereliction of duty have been investigated and dealt with by the authorities, but they are all past events that have been closed, and no one has studied them in depth, so it's not clear.The man nodded bluntly: "yes, but it's strange. Last month, when we moved to the archives, a batch of old files were all gone, and there was no dust left"

the woman's lips trembled, and soon recovered to calm down: "this kind of big and important case, the public security bureau should keep paper files"

the man shook his head and sipped a sip of Champagne: "hard, that year's case For a long time, there are only a few words on the intranet. I copy them down, but I don't think they can help you much "

Lin Yan's pupils shrink slightly:" how about it? "

"Don't worry, I've sent someone to check the information you asked me to find on the public security intranet..."

When he put down the wine cup, Lin Yan's lips had faded: "then according to the agreement..."

Goblet gently touched together, two people tacitly look at each other a smile.

"Where, where, thank you for giving me this opportunity"

the man raised his glass and said: "congratulations to miss Lin for entering the duel again"

it seemed that he was responding to her words. The mobile phone on the desk lit up, a bank remittance information jumped out of the screen, the amount was huge, and the signature was Xinye company.

Lin Yan laughs: "well, smoothly"

such a woman is a beauty and a prey for a man.

There are two big earrings on the earlobe. The wavy curly hair is on the plate. There is a little broken hair on the cheek and forehead. The skin is white, but he likes to wear dark lipstick, which makes him cold and gorgeous.

This color style is too amorous, but she doesn't wear any dust, just right enchanting.

It's also more sexy than in the daytime. It's a well cut black sleeveless dress with deep V-neck, clavicle and fullness.

Lin Yan has always been sitting in the right direction, leaning on the chair, two long white legs gently stacked together, thin red high heels belt hanging on the snow-white ankle.

"How about today's court session?"

The man is more than 40 years old, of medium build, with a white face and a plain T-shirt. After a round of golf, he is slightly panting and sits down opposite her.

She wiped her hands with a tissue and did nothing.

Fingertips twist a candied fruit into the mouth, eyebrows gently wrinkled up - too sweet.

The waiter took her into the door and left quietly. It was a small indoor golf course. Lin Yan was not polite. There were already tea on the table as if he knew she would come.

He wiped his sweat with a towel and motioned to her to sit down.

"Coming"

not too enthusiastic or alienated.

Lin Yan pushed the door and entered. The man swung the ball, but the ball didn't go into the hole. When he heard the movement, he turned to see that it was her, and his face naturally showed a smile.

The city lights are on again and again, the traffic is shuttling on the viaduct, and the food in the house is delicious. For thousands of people, this is just an ordinary weekend.

For song Yuhang, until many years later, she still remembers the red color on her master's face, the way her teacher's mother laughed and scolded, and the table full of her favorite food.

It was a good time to never go back.