criminal mentality

Chapter 244 A Murderer With No Small Background

After hearing Meng Xianchuan's and Pan Zhengyu's different remarks, the man looked at Meng Xianchuan's fat face covered with sweat, and was speechless for a long time.He doesn't need to believe or doubt any of them, he just needs to know that these people were there when his brother died, and it is enough to do it himself.The world is as black as crows, none of these people is a good thing, they all deserve to die.

However, unlike the others, Meng Xianchuan cannot die now, and where his younger brother is buried will ultimately depend on him.Thinking of his younger brother who was buried in an unknown corner, the man's eyes darkened, and he suddenly lost interest in continuing to interrogate Meng Xianchuan. He basically knew what he needed to know, and listening to it again would only cause sadness.Under Meng Xianchuan's horrified gaze, the man calmly cut off the little finger of his left hand, wrapped it in gauze and put it in a prepared box together with a note. dizzy.

When Meng Xianchuan woke up again, it was already dark, and he could roughly see that the cave was still the same cave, but there was no sign of the man. The pain in his left hand reminded him of what happened just now. Those who haven't experienced it can't imagine it, but Meng Xianchuan is a smart man. The man only cut off his finger and carefully stored it. Obviously, he wanted to use it for something. Meng Xianchuan quickly analyzed that the man took it. Threatening Grandpa with his finger to reveal where the body was buried 15 years ago.He couldn't help but began to worry, after all, grandpa was ninety years old, and he wondered if seeing his severed finger would cause him to be overly sad and fall ill.Mr. Meng is the most important person in Meng Xianchuan's life. He doesn't want his grandpa to be frightened because of him, but he still can't help holding a little bit of luck in his heart. Maybe when the truth of what happened 15 years ago comes to light, he can save his life. Maybe.

The last time Meng Xianchuan ate was at 6:[-] pm the day before, and he hadn’t eaten a drop of rice for at least one day and one night. After the fear of being killed faded away, his brain began to re-accept the food that had been blocked for a whole day from the stomach. The obvious protest from the Ministry of Health is really hungry. Meng Xianchuan has hardly been hungry since he was a child. At this time, the screams in his stomach made him unbearable. He wanted to eat something. He looked around the whole place with the last ray of light. In the cave, he finally found a plate of steamed buns and a bucket of water next to the straw pile where he was.

Although his hands and feet were still tied, Meng Xianchuan, who was extremely hungry, couldn't care less about whether his eating posture was good or not. He lay down on the ground and drank a few mouthfuls of water, then picked up a steamed bun and swallowed it in two bites. Barely suppressing the roaring in his stomach, suppressing his strong desire to eat another steamed bun, he turned to lean against the wall and closed his eyes.Subconsciously, Meng Xianchuan hoped that the man would never come back again, so he had to save some of these foods, if he was full this time, what would he eat next?
When this bloody finger was placed on the desk of the criminal police team of the Public Security Bureau, Wen Mo was relieved. Qin Fayi had already seen it. If this finger was not cut from a corpse, it meant that Meng Xianchuan was still alive. Since the murderer didn't kill him impulsively to vent his anger just after kidnapping him, and now he still has something to ask, Meng Xianchuan's life must not be in danger in a short time.However, Wen Mo glanced at the note sent with his fingers again: Meng Xianchuan's life, in exchange for Jia Zhaoming's bones, is only for three days.Her heart couldn't help sinking again, where Jia Zhaoming was buried, I'm afraid only God knows, how can we convince the murderer and rescue Meng Xianchuan alive?

The murderer sent his fingers directly to the Public Security Bureau, so the period from when Mr. Meng received the news to when he came to the Public Security Bureau was enough for him to calm down. I can see worry and distress, but more of it is strength. His grandson's life is still in the hands of others. He still has too much to do. Sadness is not suitable for him.

"Captain Deng, a few of my old friends in City C helped me a little bit, and found out which ones are most likely to belong to Jia Zhaoming's biological parents. sheet.Deng Lihua quickly thanked him and took it.

Compared with the lack of police manpower, there are many things. Mr. Meng's contacts are obviously checked very quickly. The list on the list is not long, only four households. There is a record of who, where and what job they are doing. Deng Lihua handed the list to Wen Mo.

There are four families with average family backgrounds. Thirty years ago, a boy between two and four years old died, and each of these families had another boy who was older or younger. After browsing through it, Wenmo fixed his eyes on the on a person.

The man was Wu Qian, aged 40, and the reason Wen Mo noticed him was his occupation: Wu Qian was an active soldier.The two police officers who were sent to protect Meng Xianchuan at the beginning were brought down silently. The victims were all able-bodied adult men, but they were taken away without any resistance. All signs indicated that the murderer had received training. , then this professional soldier is obviously the most suspect.

Wen Mo contacted Wu Qian's unit, wanting to know about his situation, but she didn't expect that she just said that she was asking about Wu Qian, and the other party immediately changed to a school officer on the phone, and asked Wen Mo her current address seriously. And asked her to wait for them to talk in detail in the past.

An hour later, two lieutenant colonels appeared in Deng Lihua's office.The self-introduction of the visitor was also simple. Two school officers, the taller one was named Feng, and the shorter one was named Zhang. After a group of people reported their names to each other, the Lieutenant Colonel Zhang asked eagerly, "Do you know where Wu Qianren is?"

? ?Soldiers in the army, the army doesn't know where the people have gone?Are you kidding me?Lieutenant Colonel Feng patted Lieutenant Colonel Zhang on the shoulder, motioned him to be calm, and started from the beginning:
Wu Qian is the only son in the family. His father died early, and there is only an old woman who is not in good health. The house in the family is old and there are two acres of Susukida.He joined the army at the age of 18. Since the day he entered the recruit company, he has been a veritable good soldier. Later, he was admitted to the military academy from the army. Troop support.But I don't know why, his old mother didn't look at the only son with a nose and eyes, and didn't look at him.In the family building where Wu Qian lived, one could often hear Wu Qian’s old lady crying and scolding him at night, scolding him for being a prodigal son, a prodigal son, and for restraining his father and his brothers, but Wu Qian would not fight back. Treat my wife wholeheartedly.

The life of the army is simple and fulfilling, and Wu Qian lives a two-point and one-line life between the barracks and his home.No one thought that Wu Qian, who was just 40 years old, was found to have a brain tumor during a routine physical examination, and the disease developed rapidly.Half a year before this physical examination, Wu Qian also experienced dizziness, vertigo, and unbearable headaches, and thought it was due to excessive work pressure.It took him a long time to accept the fact that he was suffering from cancer. The location of the tumor was inoperable, and the effect of radiotherapy and chemotherapy was not satisfactory. The doctor said that Wu Qian only had half a year to live.

Wu Qian, who received the doctor's death sentence, disappeared from everyone's sight. His wife, children, and comrades-in-arms, everyone has never seen him again. I have been looking for him crazy for the past four months, and everyone is in a hurry. When the fire broke out, Wen Mo called, that's why the school officials Feng and Zhang hurried over to ask what was going on.

When they learned that the police suspected that Wu Qian was the suspect in several recent murders in City C, the two school officials looked very unhappy, especially Lieutenant Colonel Zhang, who jumped up and cursed: "Who the hell are you calling the murderer?" Ah? Let me hear you again! An upright soldier, a soldier who has made first-class merit once and received countless awards! Who gave you the courage to call him a murderer? I will kill him!"

Deng Lihua did not speak, and directly pushed the note in the evidence bag to Lieutenant Colonel Zhang.As comrades-in-arms who have worked side by side for many years, the two school officials recognized at a glance that the words on the note were written by Wu Qian, who had been missing for a long time.

"Why, how did this happen?? Wu Qian, oh Wu Qian, you are confused! If there is something that cannot be resolved by sitting down and discussing it together, why do you want to kill people?" Lieutenant Colonel Zhang sat back on the chair dejectedly, clutching his head.

"Wu Qian's mother, is she still in the army? Is it convenient for Fang to let us ask her something?" Wen Mo interrupted the silence in the room.

So another hour later, Wen Mo, led by Lieutenant Colonel Zhang, met Wu Qian's old mother in the family building of the military area.The old man's eyes were squinted, and he was groping step by step while walking. Wu Qian's wife Lu Zhiwei explained: "The old man lost his eyesight because of his grief."

After everyone sat down on the sofa, Wen Mo asked, "Auntie, we are here today mainly to ask you about the past 30 years ago." Looking carefully at the old man's face, there was no obvious displeasure, Wen Mo Then he said: "Did you give birth to another boy more than 30 years ago, and when he was about three years old, he was adopted by others?"

The old man who had been expressionless suddenly burst into tears. She patted her thigh and cried and cursed: "Oh my god, you don't have eyes. If you want to take me, take me, an old woman, why don't you let my son go?" God, don’t open your eyes! I haven’t seen my youngest son since he was taken away. Mother and child have a shallow relationship, so I won’t force it, but Qian’er has never done anything bad. It’s all my old woman’s fault Wrong, I took my anger out on him, which made him suffer from a fatal disease, it’s all me, this old woman deserves to die, ah~ Let me die, forget it, what are you doing alive!”

Under everyone's comfort, the old man's crying gradually subsided, and only then did she begin to talk about the past that had been suppressed in her heart for half her life...

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