above the point of the knife

Chapter 2 The crime scene
Zhou Sen is just a small inspector of the Nangang Police Department in Bingcheng. His usual job is to patrol and maintain order in the market, and occasionally handle some minor cases of robbery.

Homicide is a major and important case, and it is under the jurisdiction of the Criminal Division of the Police Department.

His rank has just been promoted from sergeant to lieutenant. In theory, he doesn't have to go back to the street to be exposed to wind, sun, and rain.

But the new job has not yet been arranged, and he has to continue to be the "inspector".

……

Nangang District, Gogol Street (New Business Street), a small black car parked at the entrance of a small European-style two-story building.

As a patrolman, he naturally developed a pair of good eyesight. As long as he looked at the license plate of the large and small cars driving on the streets of Bingcheng, he would know whose car it was.

This ability is not innate, it was taught by the white Russian father who adopted him (taken out of the leather whip). With his ability, on the ground of Bingcheng, among the patrol officers in the six district police stations are Unique.

A cordon was put up at the door, and there were policemen with live ammunition all around them. These were all members of the Bingcheng Police Headquarters.

Zhou Sen and Ye San'er got off a Mercedes-Benz carriage.

Seeing the scene in front of him, he couldn't help shrinking his head. He recognized the car on the other side of the road. It was Lin Dakuan, the investigation director of the Special Affairs Division of the Police Department. A hard-core traitor, he is sinister and cunning. He also has the nickname "Lin Datou", but no one dares to call him in front of him.

The one who died was a Belarusian editor of a newspaper, and he was not a Japanese expatriate. Why did the Secret Service come forward? His intuition told Zhou Sen that this case was a bit unusual!
When encountering such a case, one can hide and hide. Those people in the secret service department are not good people. The people in Bingcheng hate them. too much.

Zhou Senyuan himself didn't like this person very much, and even had a deep-rooted dislike for him.

But this Lin Dakuan seemed to have a good relationship with Yuan's father, so he had to call him "Uncle Lin" when he met him.

The courtyard door of the small building was suddenly pushed open from the inside, and a group of people in black police uniforms surrounded a short middle-aged man in a leather trench coat and a mink hat and walked out.

Like the stars holding the moon.

Upon closer inspection, the man's head is indeed a little out of tune with his body, that is to say, it's a bit big.

With this step of disapproval, there is no one else in the police in Bingcheng except the Secret Service.

The nickname "Lin Datou" is really worthy of the name.

Zhou Sen subconsciously retracted the leg he stepped out, turned his head and said, "San'er, didn't you say that there is a good mutton noodle restaurant last time, let's go, take me there quickly!"

"Brother, Mr. Qiushan ordered you to come to the scene of the crime immediately..." Lin San'er reminded me with such sharp eyesight.

It's true that which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted, Zhou Sen has an urge to strangle this guy to death, why didn't he realize that this guy has no brains before?

Lin Dakuan had already walked over, and when he saw him and Lin San'er, he smiled.

"Komori..."

"Oh, Uncle Lin, good morning, what a coincidence." Zhou Sen immediately changed his face, tried to force a smile, and trotted over in two steps.

People like Lin Dakuan must not be offended, at least before he fully understands his situation, the best way is to "grow obscenely" first.

"You look so bad, this street is your patrol area, right?" Lin Dakuan was slightly shorter than Zhou Sen, and raised his chin slightly when speaking.

"Yes, Uncle Lin, didn't I receive the news from the office, and I rushed over here immediately." Zhou Sen bowed his head hurriedly.

"I know you know everything about the people and things in your patrol area. You can analyze it for uncle. How did Shelkin die?"

"Uncle Lin, you are embarrassing me. I didn't even see the scene. How do I know how this Sheerkin died?" Zhou Sen said aggrievedly. He only knew that the "Songjiang Daily" lived in this small building. An editor, but how did this person die? Then he is not a god, how could he guess it?

"Why don't you go in and investigate, this is also your job, I'll wait for you outside?" Lin Dakuan chuckled, as if I wouldn't leave easily.

"No, Uncle Lin, how can I let you suffer from the cold outside? How about you teach me how to survey the scene?" Zhou Sen hastily complimented him. When dealing with Lin Dakuan, you have to be careful. It is absolutely impossible for people to survey the scene.

This reaction, it is really the instinct of the original body, it seems that the boy of the original body

"You brat, you'll be smart." Lin Dakuan pointed at Zhou Sen, smiled, turned his head, and said coldly, "Don't follow me in, I'll go in with Officer Zhou Sen for a while, and I'll come out right away. "

"Yes, Director Lin."

……

"There is nothing to see downstairs. The crime scene is upstairs. The body has been transported back to the morgue in the hall. The forensic doctor will do an autopsy..." Zhou Sen stepped forward and opened the door. Lin Dakuan walked behind and explained to him The case comes.

"It was the servant of Shelkin's family who reported the case. She made breakfast in the morning and went upstairs to ask the master to come down to eat. After calling for a long time, there was no movement, so she went upstairs to check and found that Shelkin died under the quilt and was killed with a knife."

While talking, the two came to Shelkin's bedroom upstairs.

The fireplace in the bedroom had been turned off a long time ago, but the room was still much warmer than the outside, at least there was no need to blow cold air.

There is a glass on the bedside table, this kind of water glass is usually used for drinking water, but Zhou Sen knows that Belarusians like to use it for drinking.

The room could clearly smell of wine, or vodka, which Yuan himself was too familiar with.

The smell was a bit pungent, Zhou Sen couldn't help itching his nose, sneezed, and quickly covered his mouth.

On the bed, the blood on the quilt was in the shape of splashes, and the blood under the pillow was about to dry up. Sheerkin was obviously asleep, and someone lifted the quilt to take advantage of it...

The smell of blood was a bit too strong, and Zhou Sen almost couldn't hold it back.

What's the matter, do you have a cold?It shouldn't be!

Lin Dakuan's questioning look was covered up by his embarrassed smile.

The scene should not have changed much. Shelkin's servant also knew the role of protecting the scene, so he called the police as soon as possible and waited for the police to come to the door.

Lin Dakuan took out a handkerchief, covered his mouth and coughed twice, and said, "This is what you saw, please tell me."

Zhou Sen grinned, he knew that this was Lin Dakuan testing himself.

In fact, he was very interested in solving the case, but in the past, he never had this opportunity, and everything was based on imagination.

His heart was eager to try, but he suddenly tensed up. Lin Dakuan's behavior today is a bit unusual, so it's better to be careful.

After walking around the room again and looking around, Zhou Sen pretended to be thinking and said, "Uncle Lin, you just said that Shelkin was killed by someone with a single knife. It was obvious that he killed him, but there are no windows or doors. The traces of being pried, how the murderer came in, and how he left, this..."

In fact, Zhou Sen had already noticed the long-extinguished fireplace, which had a chimney leading to the outside, and the murderer probably came in and out from here.

However, how the murderer avoided the high temperature of the burning fireplace, and how he had not left traces in the room, is still unclear for a while.

"Uncle Lin, I don't have much experience, so I really can't tell."

"Xiao Mori, why don't you take a look at the fireplace?" Lin Dakuan smiled and pointed to the fireplace.

"Fireplace, what's so special about this, is it possible that this person can still get in through here?" Zhou Sen pretended to be surprised and walked over, knelt down, opened the fireplace door, and looked inside.

"Uncle Lin, come and see..."

"What did you see?"

"Uncle Lin, I seem to see traces of someone climbing the inner wall of the chimney!"

"That's right, you observed very carefully. The murderer did leave through the chimney of the fireplace." Lin Dakuan couldn't help smiling proudly, "Then tell me, what should you do if you want to catch the murderer?"

"Uncle Lin, are you testing me?" Zhou Sen got up and smiled. If he didn't say anything today, he might not pass the test, so he hurriedly said, "This person can go in and out of such a narrow chimney. He must be very thin and good at climbing, and he must have been trained to kill with a single blow. His hands and eyesight must be stable and accurate. I am afraid that people with such skills in Bingcheng are rare. You can start with Bingcheng. Look for suspicious people in the files of the cases that have been handled in the city over the years."

Zhou Sen knew that he had attended the police academy anyway, so he couldn't act too incompetent.

"That's right. Others say that you are a sluggish young man who doesn't want to make progress. In fact, you haven't put your mind on the right path." Lin Dakuan nodded with a slight smile.

"Uncle Xie Lin praised me, can I go?" Zhou Sen asked impatiently.

"Don't worry, I still have something to tell you." Lin Dakuan said, "Why don't we find a place to have a drink?"

"No, Uncle Lin, you are here to handle the case. I don't want to delay your time in solving the case. I can't afford it." Zhou Sen really didn't want to stay with someone like Lin Dakuan who was full of negative energy.

"Is that why you don't want to see Uncle Lin so much?" Lin Dakuan's face fell instantly.

"No, Uncle Lin, I..."

"However, today is indeed not a suitable day. How about it? Tomorrow at [-] o'clock at noon, Iberia Hotel, you are not allowed not to come, let alone be late. This is related to your future, understand?" Lin Dakuan did not insist , but made an agreement for him.

Knowing that he couldn't refuse, Zhou Sen could only nod his head in agreement.

"Don't tell the matter about the case, you can just know it yourself." Lin Dakuan looked him up and said, "Also, you are a girl, look at your body at such a young age. .”

Zhou Sen smiled awkwardly, and then also came out of Sheerkin's house.

The designation of this case is not simple. For such a simple murder case, just send any experienced policeman here.

But Lin Dakuan, the investigative director of the secret service department, had to do it himself. Either the identity of the dead person was unusual, or the murderer was special.

The case of the Special Affairs Division of the National Police Agency.

It must not be mixed in, otherwise it will cost your life, this is Zhou Sen's memory keeps reminding himself.

Of course, even if he didn’t remind him, Zhou Sen also knew this. At least he was a writer for many years. He specialized in studying the secret service agencies during the Puppet Manchukuo period. The business of the Bingcheng Police Department’s Secret Service Section was under the guidance of the Bingcheng Secret Service. of.

To put it simply, the work of the secret service department does not need to listen to the police department.

The special agents investigated cases related to the "anti-Manchurian Anti-Japanese War" and cases that ordinary people, such as spies of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union, had no access to. The water here is deep.

"Songjiang Daily News Agency" was an important public opinion position for promoting "anti-Soviet" and the Japanese whitewashed peace in the ice city. Sherkin's death was by no means a simple vendetta.

"Brother, it's over, why should we go now?" Ye San'er clasped his hands together, and asked as he approached in a fawning manner.

"Go home." Zhou Sen said angrily.

"Stop eating mutton noodles?"

"Eat!" Zhou Sen gritted his teeth and said, this night's consumption, coupled with the excessive memory of receiving the original body, how can we make up for it without eating?

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