Tiger Police

Chapter 105 The Murderer
Alice Identification Center is located in Xincheng District and is a joint venture.

In fact, "joint venture" is just a pretense.At the beginning of the reform and opening up, a large part of the "joint venture" was real foreign capital.But as more and more rich people in China, the word "joint venture" has changed.In order to get tax and policy benefits, many people register abroad and start businesses in China, playing the trick of swapping banknotes from the left pocket to the right pocket.

Zhu Yajun's WeChat conversation recorded at the time when his mobile phone was stolen was a DNA identification client.

The billing number of the telecommunications bureau shows that the owner of the mobile phone with the end number 7782 is Yang Fang, 22 years old, and a native of Anhe, Dongshan Province.

Hu Pingtao and Zhang Yixuan met at the agreed place. After discussing, they took the surveillance video of the entrance of the compound at No. [-] Dingyuan Road, as well as the photos of all the people who entered and exited during the incident, and went straight to the Gudu branch.

Wang Xiongjie was surprised by their return so quickly.Looking down at his watch, he asked suspiciously, "You figured it out so quickly? I thought you guys would have to be busy until evening to come back."

"The basic context of this case and the murderer are already clear." Hu Pingtao picked up the cup, walked quickly to the water dispenser, took a large cup full of cold water, and gulped it down.He wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and said excitedly: "Brother Wang, we can be sure that the murderer is the client of the DNA test, but we are not sure if it is Yang Fang, the owner of the machine."

Wang Xiongjie understood what he meant: "Didn't this appraisal client use his own mobile phone card?"

Zhang Yixuan nodded beside him and said, "We have a very important helper."

Wang Xiongjie became more and more curious, and subconsciously asked, "Who?"

"He Zuguang." Hu Pingtao put down his empty glass and said seriously: "He is not a bad person, but he covets the deceased Zhu Yajun. In fact, He Zuguang is quite interesting. No matter what kind of psychology he has, he is also good in the unit. In normal times, he is the one who pays the most attention to Zhu Yajun, especially the details of life."

Wang Xiongjie understood: "Xiaohu, what do you mean, ask He Zuguang to assist us in investigating the case?"

Hu Pingtao nodded: "Even if He Zuguang doesn't know the murderer, he must have seen the client information that Zhu Yajun is in charge of, and it is very likely that he has even seen the appraisal client."

Wang Xiongjie thought about it and said, "Yes! Why didn't I think of this? He Zuguang has been pursuing Zhu Yajun, and they are still colleagues."

Hu Pingtao was eager to try: "Brother Wang, then shall we interrogate He Zuguang now?"

Wang Xiongjie waved his hand: "Go! Just do it according to your ideas. Just say what you need, and I will fully cooperate here."

……

The technical department worked very carefully, and the photos of all the entrants during the time period of the incident were enlarged and cleared.According to the different positions and angles captured by the surveillance video, as many as six photos of each person were given.

He Zuguang quickly found the target from dozens of photos.

"If I'm not mistaken, it should be this person." Pointing to a photo, he said with certainty.

It was a middle-aged woman in her 40s.Wearing a beige long skirt, a moon white suspender inside the upper body, and a knitted cardigan outside.Good build, average appearance.Judging from the clothes and jewelry worn, the living environment is quite superior.

"She is Zhu Yajun's client. I met her at the identification center more than two months ago. Go and check Zhu Yajun's client files. There should be detailed records."

Hu Pingtao and Zhang Yixuan immediately went to the Alice Appraisal Center, searched for clues, and found the corresponding text from the customer's information.

On the third day after the incident, the murderer was arrested.

……

My name is Feng Liwei.

Since I was a child, I have been a person who follows the rules.Obediently obey my parents’ arrangement to go to school, attend classes obediently, and return home obediently after school... I am a good student in the eyes of my teachers. Learn to worry.After the college entrance examination, I successfully entered the university I hoped for.

I originally thought that life is going smoothly, and God will give you everything you want while you accept it quietly.

University is a semi-open society, and I soon discovered that everything here was incompatible with my imagination.

During the military training, I was ridiculed by the girls in the same dormitory because I couldn't fold the quilt.Even though they spent more than a week teaching me hand in hand, I still have a hard time about it.

I can't do laundry.

This is not my fault.When I was at home, my parents never let me do housework in order to let me study hard.

Soon, I was a "celebrity" in my college classes.My classmates call me "princess", the kind who stretches out his hands for clothes and opens his mouth for food.

I don't think it's an insulting nickname, after all, in my opinion, the family's financial situation is good: there are two houses, and both parents are civil servants.

There is no harm without comparison. I didn't know that there are too many capable people in this world until I entered university.

Just say the girls in the class!More than 80.00% of them are the elites of the college entrance examinations in various provinces, with excellent academic performance, proficient in English, and even French, German and Japanese.I later learned that they have received intensive training since they were young, and their piano and painting skills are extremely strong, which is completely comparable to art majors.

It's all about preparing for studying abroad.

(Note: In the last century, the popularity of studying abroad was much higher than it is now.)
Compared to them, I know nothing.Even in English, I am far from being able to speak freely.

Of course, it is no problem to pass the sixth grade test.

Their family is very rich.Parents are not from the enterprise, but they have extremely deep family background. "A building" and "half a street" are synonymous terms they used to ridicule each other to measure each other's property.

It is said that people are divided by class.Compared with these real rich people like them, my "princess" can only be regarded as abject poverty.

If it's just these things.I am not a competitive person, even if I am at the bottom among them, I will not think too much.

Military training is one of the most important turning points in my life.

The instructor is very handsome, with sharp edges and corners, unsmiling, very rigid, and full of masculinity.

Before this, I had never had a crush.I never fell in love in middle school or high school, and no boy ever wrote me a note.The reason is simple——I am average in appearance, and basically have nothing to do with the word "beautiful".

School uniforms are a very earthy thing.I never felt this way when I was in school, but after a lot of experience, I realized that the school uniforms of many schools in China are simply rubbish, which maximizes the ugliness and fundamentally covers up the "beauty" in terms of style and color. the word.

I didn't start wearing hot pants and skirts until college.

When I was in high school, I didn’t dare to wear it at all. If anyone dared to dress up like this in school, the class teacher would immediately call you to the office to give a severe reprimand, and call the parents to lead you.

When I first entered college, I was rigid and didn't know how to choose clothes, and I didn't know how to release my most beautiful side.

Seeing other girls laughing and laughing freely in front of the instructor, I felt pain like being stabbed by a needle in my heart.

This is not love, but a kind of ignorance of love.

Every time my parents would tell me on the phone: Study hard, get high marks in the exam, and then you can find a good job in the future.

Their ideas cannot be said to be wrong, but they are too old and stubborn to be suitable for this new era.

The girls in the dormitory will go out to drink at night, especially on weekends, and they go all night.

The topic they talked about the most was rich men.

Yes, you heard that right, not a boyfriend, nor a future husband.

Every time they talked about these topics, I sat by and listened quietly.I know that I have no right to speak. After all, there is a big difference between me and them. It is a strange world that I have never experienced, let alone entered.

In junior year, I fell in love.

It was a boy from the northern mountains.Tall, dark skinned, with a pair of glasses, he is the main force of the school basketball team.

He was a bit like the instructor during the military training, which became the reason why I accepted him.

The girls in the same dormitory persuaded me one after another: this boy is no good, you can't have it.

The reasons were unusually consistent—his family was too poor to have the necessary foundations of city life.If a girl from a family like mine marries him, she will be willing to help the poor.

At that time, I felt that their claims were groundless, and even blatantly jealous of me.

During my three years in college, all the girls in the same dormitory had boyfriends, except for me who was ordinary-looking.

Finally someone likes me, but they keep saying bad things about each other.

Does this count as ulterior motives?
But it is undeniable that their persuasion had a certain effect on me, and it also made me defensive towards my boyfriend.

During the summer vacation, I went back to my hometown with my boyfriend.

Although in the mountains, his family is not poor.There is a small three-story building with a large yard.

It was dinner that day that really freaked me out and caused me to retreat.

His seven aunts and eight aunts all came, more than 30 people, and more than a dozen dolls, packed the spacious living room to the brim.

There were more than a dozen dishes on the dining table, including chicken, duck, fish, and even frozen shrimp bought from a fishery company.

The tableware for serving dishes is a stainless steel basin, which is really unacceptable in my opinion.

The dishes are greasy and they especially like chunks of fat.

My boyfriend's mother gave me a spoonful of braised pork with a spoon.That's not what I'm familiar with, the meat is tough, the fatty meat is undercooked, and has a tough chewy fat... What's worse is that in order to serve all the dishes together, the braised pork is stewed and put in the pot, When it was served, it had been cooled, and there were dots of white condensed oil on the surface.

The children of the boyfriend's relatives ran around between the four tables, laughing, crying, and yelling for various reasons.They sneak in from time to time, reach out and grab a handful of fried tofu or fried meatballs from the table, wash their dirty hands, and just run, eat, and play like this... I saw a child sniffling snot with my own eyes. , stuffed the meatballs into his mouth, and the snot flowed out again. He casually flicked his hands, and the meatballs mixed with the viscous liquid, chewed and stirred between his teeth and tongue.

I didn't eat anything that night.

I offered to break up.

The boyfriend was furious, and also felt baffled: "What did I do wrong? As long as you tell me, I can change it."

I can only shake my head and smile wryly.

This is not a question of whether to change or not.

I finally understood why the girls in the same dormitory advised me to give up this man.

Not because of money, but because of circumstances.We live in two environments, at odds with each other.This is not a mere word "love" that can be understood and integrated into each other. Those things he likes make me feel afraid, and those things I like may not be acceptable to him.

After graduation, when I got home, my parents had already arranged for me a very good job.I feel that I have matured a lot, especially my attitude towards life.

I learned to choose clothes that fit me.Clothes make a man. Although I am ordinary in appearance, I have a good figure.I know how to unleash the most attractive parts of me.

A relative introduced me to a man who was a wealthy business owner who liked me very much and I was very happy with him.

Later, we got married.

For some reason, I have always been terrified of "having a baby".The main reason is that there are too many examples around: after giving birth, the whole person will grow old and lose shape.What's more, if you don't take good care of yourself during the confinement period, you will be sick all over when you get old.

My husband is very kind to me, and he is willing to give me enough adjustment period to let me have children when I want.

During that time, I had a very happy life.

Some things can never be avoided.

My mother-in-law's attitude towards me began to change, and the main reason was the child.

She kept urging me to give birth quickly, and she also said: It is better to have an early child than to marry early.

Sons and daughters are not picky, as long as they are born, there is no patriarchy.

But I was terrified and resisted all the time.

In this way, after more than ten years of delay, the mother-in-law finally got angry.

"When you got married, you were not like this. If you expressed your attitude at the beginning and hoped to live a DINK life forever, I would never force you, and I would not let my son marry you. But after you got married, you said that you don't want to have children. Excuse me What does this mean? Aren't you cheating?"

After more than ten years of marriage, the initial passion gradually cooled down, and my husband's attitude towards me also changed.Of course, he is still loyal to me, but his enthusiasm for life has dropped a lot.From youth to middle age, he began to think about more issues, especially on the issue of children, he no longer followed me, but stood by his mother.

"Let's have a baby!"

"Having a baby is less scary than you think, really."

"I know a lot of doctors, and I can assure you that there will be absolutely no problems when you give birth."

The more he said that, the more I resisted.

Why can't the world rotate according to my wishes?

Later, parents also joined the ranks of persuaders.

"Daughter, it's not a problem for you to procrastinate like this! Your mother-in-law is right, you can't be too selfish."

(End of this chapter)