detective files

Chapter 46

After thinking for a long time, Jiayi raised his head and said to Cheng Feng: "I have a preliminary guess about the nature of this case."

"Tell me."

"I think the possibility of a vendetta in this case is on the high side."

"Oh? What's the reason?" Everyone became interested.

"First," Jiayi raised a finger: "After the deceased was hit on the back of the head and died, his face was completely smashed. This act itself has no meaning for killing the deceased, if it is not for the deceased. Strong hatred, criminals will not choose this method of pure anger. According to previous research data, most of the reasons for destroying the face of the corpse stem from deep hatred for the victim. Second, in the absence of sexual assault In this case, the deceased was naked. In addition to the possibility of the criminal’s worrying about the possibility of revealing the identity of the deceased through clothing, combined with the broken face, the greater reason may be attributed to hatred. Letting the deceased be naked is equivalent to a kind of humiliation. Third , There are two possibilities for the theft of property at home, one is to cover up, trying to create the illusion of robbery and murder, but the way the murderer handles the body makes this assumption a bit far-fetched, so it may be the second, the murderer takes the sheep and will The belongings of the deceased were also taken away."

"What about love killing?" An Changpu asked: "Is the possibility of love killing unlikely?"

Jiayi thought for a while: "If the motive of killing is transformed from love to hatred, it is not impossible, but it depends on whether the deceased has had serious emotional injuries to the murderer, which can make the murderer feel humiliated, and then As for the point where you can’t vent your anger if you don’t treat the body of the dead like this.”

Cheng Feng also had this kind of speculation before, and this time Jiayi said his thoughts, which made him feel that they coincided again: "Jiayi's words make sense, so we need to find out Jiang Zhonghong's identity as soon as possible. Her living environment, her social group."

Cheng Feng decisively assigned work, Ma Chunlei was responsible for finding the contact information of Jiang Zhonghong's son Xu Honggang, Tian Yang and An Changpu were responsible for contacting relatives in Jiang Zhonghong's hometown according to the registration place on Jiang Zhonghong's ID card.

And Cheng Feng went to Nanping Community to collect Jiang Zhonghong's daily information from the residents of the community.

After the division of labor was completed, everyone dispersed to get busy, and Cheng Feng got up to leave.

"Wait, I'll go with you." Jia Yi chased after him.

Cheng Feng hesitated for a moment and then agreed: "Then let's go together."

Sitting in the car, Cheng Feng drove towards Nanping Community with ease, while Jiayi quietly looked out the window all the way without making a sound.Only the sound of the engine was ringing in the car, and the atmosphere was very dull.

Cheng Feng stretched out his hand and turned on the radio, which was playing an afternoon song request program.

The singing filled the car, and the two of them remained silent, listening to the song while driving.

"Has someone lighted a lamp for you late at night,

After you are like a dream, is there someone who puts your hands flat for you,
When you are sad, there is no one to dry your tears for you,

When you are lost, someone holds you in their arms.

......"

Jiayi suddenly stretched out his hand and quickly turned off the radio. The speed of the action surprised Cheng Feng who was concentrating on driving.He just wanted to ask her what's wrong, but when he glanced sideways, he saw that the corners of Jiayi's eyes were wet, and he seemed a little flustered because of the action just now.

"Are you okay?" Cheng Feng asked cautiously. He felt that if something hadn't happened, Jiayi would not burst into tears for no reason, and the reason why she was thin and haggard might be because she was holding back a lot of pain in her heart. Great suffering.

Jiayi realized his gaffe, and hurriedly wiped off the tears on his face in embarrassment: "It's okay, it's nothing, I... just lost my mind, sorry, I scared you."

Cheng Feng took a deep look at Jiayi and didn't ask any more questions. He just took out a CD and put it in the player. After a while, a strong rhythm came out.

"I like to listen to this when I'm in a bad mood, it's very refreshing." He smiled at Jiayi.

Jiayi didn't answer, but at that moment, he felt a sudden heat in his heart.

She has been silently enduring alone for nearly two months. Although the people around her, such as her uncle and best friend Lu Ling, have been asking questions, she insists on not saying anything. There is no place for that kind of hard work and bitterness Confidentially, but now, the black-faced god next to her who was about to start choking after three sentences suddenly made a small move, as if knocking a crack on the shell of her disguise, which made her almost decide on the spot. embankment.

Fortunately, Cheng Feng didn't say anything else, he just galloped along with the strong rhythm of the music, and soon, he arrived at Nanping Community.

However, another problem appeared in front of them. Many people in the community knew Jiang Zhonghong well, but most of them didn't know who she was and what occupation she was in.

Just when the two of them were secretly anxious, a middle-aged woman came over and asked mysteriously, "Are you two here to investigate Jiang Zhonghong?"

"Yes."

The woman seemed very excited about the police's investigation of Jiang Zhonghong's behavior: "Comrade, was she arrested for fraud, or was she arrested for trading meat?"

It seemed that she didn't know that Jiang Zhonghong had become a female corpse with a broken face.

"Do you know Jiang Zhonghong? Are you familiar?" Cheng Feng ignored the woman's gossip and asked her instead.

The middle-aged woman immediately showed a look of disdain: "Just kidding! I come from a good family, how could I be familiar with that kind of woman!"

"What kind of woman?"

"Comrade, tell me, what happened to her?" The woman continued to ask persistently, "Did she go in?"

"Didn't go in," Cheng Feng replied, "It's dead."

"Dead?!" The middle-aged woman's eyes widened in surprise: "My mother! I have only been out for a few days now, when did this happen! I knew she would get into trouble sooner or later!"

"How much do you know about Jiang Zhonghong?" Cheng Feng felt that although this woman was a bit tongue-in-cheek, she was an insider in Jiang Zhonghong's identity, and it was worth digging out: "Now that a major criminal case is involved, you must cooperate with the police!"

Hearing the words on the woman's face, there was a look of regret on her face, as if she was complaining about why she was so talkative and provoked such an errand.

"Well, Comrade Police, I haven't had any fights with the police, but, I watch that Hong Kong TV series, foreign movies, etc., do you provide clues like me, and the police will call some of them, oh , informant fee?" After hesitating for a long time, the middle-aged woman suddenly made such a request.

"Sorry, that's only in TV dramas." Cheng Feng resolutely vetoed it.

"Ah?!" The woman showed a reconciled expression on her face: "Then it's better to be a foreign country. Isn't it an information society now? Isn't information wealth?"

Jiayi took out 100 yuan from his wallet and stuffed it into the woman's hand: "You are right, valid information is wealth, can you provide us with information about Jiang Zhonghong?"

Cheng Feng disapproved of Jiayi's behavior, and was about to speak, but Jiayi gave him a wink as expected, so he had no choice but to bear it and not to attack.

"Hey, that's fine, helping the police is also a citizen's duty." After receiving the so-called informant's fee, the middle-aged woman's expression relaxed a lot, and she began to chatter.

"My surname is Gu, you can just call me Mrs. Gu. My home used to be here, no, after the renovation, I moved into the building. I didn't know the surname Jiang at first, but later there were a few people of the same age in the community. If I have nothing to do, I like to get together to touch mahjong and play cards, hey, let me make it clear first, we are just playing games, not gambling!" Mrs. Gu said, afraid that if she revealed about playing mahjong, she would be caught. The police arrested him for gambling, and hurriedly explained: "That's how I know Jiang Zhonghong."

"How much do you know about her?"

"Don't talk too much, let's talk less," Mrs. Gu licked her lips. Obviously, being able to gossip about other people and make money made her very excited: "Jiang Zhonghong talked about her own affairs a lot at the poker table. , that woman is not a thing!"

"Be specific."

"Her!" Mrs. Gu glanced around stealthily, "It's an old chicken head!"

(End of this chapter)