Chapter 13

"how's it going? Absolutely, I only want this price - "the boy with the gold chain held out two fingers and shook them.

The man opposite stood with a yellow hair, an exploding head, a cigarette in his mouth and an old Canon camera hanging around his neck. Seeing his gesture, he puffed out a cigarette ring and left without saying a word.

"Don't, don't mind. You have a look first!" The boy was in a hurry and ran after her and put the picture in her arms.

Song Yuhang's pen tapped twice on the table: "we dare to assume that she was not dumped in Lianchi Park, but went by herself, so why did she go to Lianchi park at this time?"

It's a small road. The municipal facilities are not complete. The monitoring is cut off after about 500 meters.

"I also watched the monitoring. The time when she walked out of the gate of No.1 middle school was about 10:30, which is the right time to go home, but she went in the opposite direction"

the pen in Song Yuhang's hand turned around and stopped at her fingertips. She had been sitting loosely with xiaballou, but now she sat up straight and stared at the monitoring.

"Yes, team Zhang" Zheng Chengrui raised his chubby paws and saluted.

"I suggest that the next step of investigation work should focus on the students called" weekend "and Ge Jun, and the technical investigation side should pay close attention to recover the chat records as soon as possible"

the crowd nodded and echoed.

Zhang Jinhai frowned: "in a word, let's postpone the investigation of sun Xiangming first. Although it is necessary to investigate the close relatives of the dead first, we can't preconceived that they are the murderers, and we still need to talk about the evidence when handling the case"

or, what is she afraid of?

Who's after her?

"Stop magnify" Song Yuhang is concerned about her frequent turning back.

"People who are teachers are not surprised at students fighting. As for being so excited?"

"Is it because I'm in a hurry to school?"

Song Yuhang frowned: "what does she run for?"

She ran out again in a panic. There was no one around, but she looked like a ghost. This scene made people get goose bumps for no reason.

Zheng Chengrui presses the pause, and the video goes backwards.

"Stop, turn it back and put it again"

she stumbled, looked flustered, and looked behind her, but there was no one behind her.

At this time, the video just came out of the dead Ding Xue. The camera was located in front of the unit building, so it was shot clearly.

The person sitting opposite nodded: "I have no problem"

sure enough.

Zhang Jinhai's eyes showed that they often had different opinions. In the investigation, song Yuhang was a little radical, while Zhang was a little conservative. But his position was one grade higher than her. In most cases, unless song Yuhang insisted, he would still listen to him.

"So sun Xiangming doesn't match the motive or the time of the crime, and there is an alibi. Song team, it's time to withdraw his surveillance"

"no, we have checked. The fire passage also leads to the unit door. If you want to go out, you have to go under the camera head"

"is there any other passage?"

"This is the monitoring of the gate crossing of the residential unit. We didn't dare blink our eyes after watching it all night. We really didn't see him come out"

Song Yuhang frowned: "what about video monitoring?"

"We also went to the downstairs stall to investigate. It was the meal ordered by sun Xiangming. At the same time, we also asked the manager of sun Xiangming's unit that there was work assigned to him that night. It was not a lie that he worked overtime at home"

Fang Xin showed a record, which was made by the neighbor next door to sun Xiangming's house. According to him, he worked overtime that night and returned home at 12 a.m More, sun Xiangming open the door to take out, two people also said hello.

Fang Xin also stood up: "through the investigation of the neighborhood, it is true that Ding Xue and sun Xiangming seldom quarrel, and sun Xiangming still has an alibi on the night of the crime"

another investigator then said: "in addition, we also went to Ding Xue's mother's home and learned that the marriage between Ding Xue and her husband was harmonious and noisy But there was no domestic violence "

an investigator stood up with a notebook:" we visited several of the largest second-hand markets in the city, and we didn't find a mobile phone of the same model as the dead Ding Xue. This kind of mobile phone has just come on the market, the price is not cheap, and it should be hard to sell for a while "

" what's the harvest of group 2? "

People's eyes looked at Song Yuhang, but she didn't say anything. She turned the pen in her hand, with a faint expression.

Zhang Jinhai, on the other hand, pauses with his tea cup: "I'm afraid it's not right. After all, he is the principal of the city's key middle school and a deputy to the National People's Congress, or he should wait until the chat records are recovered and there is conclusive evidence."

Song Yuhang knows clearly: "this Ge Jun, who went to the provincial capital on business on the day of the crime last Friday, is suspected of committing a crime. Send someone to contact the provincial department, please come back for tea and chat"

Song Yuhang said "Ge Jun, the current headmaster of No.1 Middle School in Jiangcheng city"

a picture is enlarged on the screen. The man is wearing gold glasses, a suit and a pair of shoes, and is slightly fat.Song Yuhang propped his chin against the chair: "with whom? When will it recover? "

First, Zheng Chengrui: "I checked the computer used by Ding Xue, but when I checked the common communication tools, I found that there were traces of deleted chat records"

at noon, all groups returned to the team and had a brief case analysis.

The music in the box was loud, and no one stopped him. After a long time, the music stopped. The boy slowly raised his head, his eyes fell on the RMB in front of him, his throat moved, and he reached for it.

The boy put his hand around his head and let out a weak cry from his throat.

Words are still in my ears, but my old friend has been sleeping in the ground forever.

"Reading is not the only way to success, but reading is indeed a shortcut to success. It doesn't need you to pay the cost, it just needs you to work hard, Xiao Zhou, the teacher doesn't want you to drop out of school, you need to refuel"

"because most of us have exhausted all our efforts just to live, so we study hard just to live Better, can change their lives, can buy what they want, can go after the people they like "

" Xiao Zhou, do you know why people want to learn? In fact, it's all empty. It's good to have such an idea, but it doesn't matter. "

" you're different from us. It doesn't matter if I can't go to university. If you can't go to university, you can't get a diploma all your life, Do you really want to live in your pigsty all your life? "

The boy's throat moved and his voice was hoarse: "that's also -"

"are you willing to be a loser and a poor man all your life?"

He suddenly stopped his mouth, swallowed his saliva, and put it another way: "the college entrance examination will take place in less than a month. If you think about it clearly, after so many years of study, you'll have to work hard again. When you see you're going to make it through, you just give up?"

So the speaker gave him a push: "I said you are not stupid, you really want to tell -"

the boy still buried his head.

There is a lot of RMB on the table.

"Well done, I know you are short of money. You can use the money and tell me if it's not enough"

the boy buried his head and said "Hmm".

"Have you thrown everything away?" The colorful lights in the KTV flickered, making his face blue and white.

Her eyes fell on the iron lock hanging at the door, and she felt for a wire from the bag.

Song Yuhang turned to look in through the rusty window. There were dark curtains in the room.

The weekend home is here. The shantytown under the bungalow is made of iron sheet. It is hot in the sun. There is a dying sunflower at the door.

Narrow alleys, can only accommodate electric vehicles, not far from her feet is a sewage ditch, stinking.

It's just a three story bungalow with clothes of adults and children hanging outside. The sky is divided by wires and cobwebs.

This is the West District of Jiangcheng City, but it is very different from the East District.

"Hello, is anyone there?" Song Yuhang knocked on the door twice, but no one answered. She stepped back and looked at the whole building.

She looked at the direction of Lin Yan's departure and pinched the manuscript.

"It's OK, no need"

Lin Yan's kick was really heavy, which made her back numb. Ning que brushed away the police's hand and limped to pick up the scattered articles and papers on the ground.

Ningque stood up with the help of the police: "are you ok? What's missing? Follow me to the police station to make a record, we will help you find the things back "

and then run away, faster than the rabbit.

Lin Yan stepped back: "no Nothing "

after she said that, she let the people go and stood up. From a distance, a patrolling policeman came over with □

"I'll let you off this time and get out of here!"

Ningque still wanted to struggle. She grabbed her hair and lifted it up: "you're still a little young, playing hooligans with me. Do you know who I am? I'm a hooligan, his ancestor

Lin Yan held her head in one hand and did not let her move. With the other hand, she pulled her backpack off her arm, opened it and turned it over. There was a camera, a recorder or something. A picture was stuffed in the innermost sandwich, and she took it out and put it in her pocket.

She looked at the thin and weak strength is not small, ningque struggled a few times, she directly sat on her back, ningque almost not crushed to death, turned his eyes, almost mouth foaming.

She dragged the person back with the collar, took the money and patted her face, with a cool tone: "toast, no penalty"

seeing that she was going to do the same trick again, she jumped onto the motorcycle to solicit passengers on the roadside, and Lin Yan chased her up in three or two steps, and kicked her back. Ningque rolled down the road, and pedestrians scattered like birds and beasts.

Before her voice fell, a thick stack of manuscript paper flew in front of her. It scattered and blocked her sight. She would rather run away.Lin Yan was a little impatient: "hurry up"

"OK, OK" Ning que said, went to touch his bag and slowly pulled it out.

I'd rather be short of mind. There's a lot of money in it, but it can't compare with the stability of the long-term meal ticket of work. If the magazine sales really don't go up this time, the first one to be opened is her. The job she finally found in Jiangcheng can't be opened so easily.

Lin Yan took out a few red bills from his wallet and shook them: "money is the rule. Take the money and go away. Leave me the photo"

the woman's hand holding the strap of her backpack tightened: "go with me? You should also know the rules. Exclusive coverage is impossible - "

Lin Yan stops and points to the bag on her back:" give me the photo "

rather than clear your throat and put on a flattering smile:" this is "To me?"

When she plans to go around, she goes one step, and Lin Yan goes one step. She goes left, and Lin Yan goes left, and she goes right, and Lin Yan goes right.

It's better to be short of secret ways, isn't it a peer?

She slowly raised her head. The woman stood with her arms in her arms and looked at her with a smile. Her face was very nice, but she looked a little unkind.

Her voice did not fall, the road ahead was blocked, a shadow cast on the sidewalk tiles.

"Yes, I know. Don't worry, it's definitely a big selling point this time. I just got a big story about the female teacher who died in Jiangcheng No.

"What the hell can you do? A good manuscript can't produce one! It's all about the little things! We want to be popular! Do you understand?! To attract people's attention! This month's sales volume can't go up again, you give me a damn blanket, go away

"Hello? Chief editor, Ai Ai You said... " The woman nodded and bowed as she walked: "me? I'm outside collecting wind "

Song Yuhang closed his book and decided to meet this student named weekend for a while.

The expression of desire to talk and stop makes people feel sad.

"No, Miss Ding is very good, but she is very close to a student. You know, she is taboo in school..."

When asked if the dead had any conflicts with others, almost all of them had the same answer.

After the vice president, song Yuhang continued to visit several other teachers, either "I'm sorry I didn't know" or "I'm not familiar with Mr. Ding" and so on.

Lin Yan put down his newspaper, walked out of the newsstand, raised his hand and called a taxi: "keep up with the bus in front"

the boy was so angry that he spat on the ground: "Damn, don't let me see you in the future!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly regained his mind. The woman ran to the bus stop at the gate of the school. The bus just arrived. She crowded into the crowd and got on the bus. When the door was about to close, she waved to him.

"No - damn it! Damn it

Boys subconsciously turn back, women run.

As he was talking with complacency, the woman tucked the photo into her bag and casually pointed behind him: "Hey, who do you think that is? Is that your teacher? "

The boy handed over the test paper: "extramarital love! This is our headmaster. What a hot news. I've even thought about the news headlines. It's called "a famous beautiful teacher of No.1 Middle School in Jiangcheng city who cheated on her superior and was killed for love!"

"This is..." She tossed the picture in disgust.

However, I'm a little familiar, but I can't remember who it is. Anyway, it's not her husband.

The woman in the photo is Ding Xue, and the one lying on her is another man who can't be named.

Taking advantage of the boy's effort to turn over his schoolbag, the woman turns over the photo. At first glance, it's a sneak photo. The pixels are not very clear. However, the more fuzzy the social news, the better. Only when it's fuzzy can it make people reverie.

With a cigarette in her hand, the woman looked at him with a smile: "OK, one thousand yuan can't be more, give me the paper"

"it's absolutely worth the price, otherwise Another discount You can help me write some more papers... "

Zhang Jinhai sipped a cup of tea and asked someone to add: "don't rule out the possibility that the dead Ding Xue and Ge Jun have some secret relationship, we really need to investigate well"

the general direction of investigation is right, so she stopped talking more, glanced at it at random, and the technical investigation vacant a seat: "where's Doctor Lin?"

Fang Xin quickly said: "where are the percussion instruments in the pathological anatomy room"

the clinical symptoms of the patients were simila