Criminal Investigation Files

After passing several suspects over, Song Wen and Lu Siyu come out of the private room. Song Wen said: "some of these people should be lying. The atmosphere is not like a dead teacher."

Lu Si language nodded beside: "I think suicide can be ruled out."

If this is really a normal reunion of teachers and students, Zhang Dongmei has no reason to commit suicide in the hotel.

As he walked outside the private room, Song Wen and Cheng Mo came up. Cheng Mo, who is in his 40s, is also the old captain of the Municipal Bureau. As he walked along, he said: "really, Mr. Tan is a good teacher, who is extremely responsible, despite his youth. It's impossible for such a person to kill. Besides, it's her mentor and her colleague who died. Miss Cheng is so thin and thin, and the dead man is slightly fat. It's hard to say... "

After the phone call, Lu Siyu strolled around the rooftop again. In another corner of the rooftop, he found a small cigarette butt on the ground. Lu Siyu squatted down, took a material evidence bag from his pocket and put the cigarette butt in.

Boss Cao had a headache, but he still said, "I know, I know. I'll try my best. If I don't contact you after eight o'clock, it's that I didn't get the things. "

Lu Siyu looked at the time. Now it's more than seven o'clock in the evening. He said, "you must have a complete machine. You can't lack the information inside. Before eight o'clock, after eight o'clock, I don't want it."

Boss Cao said: "well, well, I'll try it here. Don't look after the children below. Ten thousand yuan, one hand payment, one hand delivery. I said in advance that this money is not for me. I have to buy it from there. As a matter of fact, the new model is more than that price even if it is sold

Lu Si language coldly way: "boss Cao said can get it."

Boss Cao answered the phone, listened to the situation, understood the specific time and location of the lost mobile phone, and then declined in every way: "Alas, I have been washing my hands for a long time. And ah, now this business is someone else's business I have been separated for generations Little brother, don't you give me a problem... "

How many thieves are there in this street tonight? They should communicate with each other and draw the site in advance. Boss Cao is known as the thief of the south city. Maybe he can have a clue at this time.

The mobile phone is lost. It may be difficult to find it from the police side. Since the road is blocked, try other ways.

When Song Wen and the policeman go downstairs, Lu Siyu stands alone on the roof. He thinks for a moment that Song Wen's idea of starting with his mobile phone is right, so he takes out his mobile phone and dials boss Cao.

Song Wen said: "soldiers come to block, water comes to cover the land, and the big deal is to be judged together. In a word, we will never let people go until we have a clear idea."

Lu Siyu nodded, not ready to follow him. He asked him in a low voice, "what are you going to do with Cheng Mo?"

There are five floors in Mingyue building. There are no elevators. They are all antique wooden stairs. After a while, the clerks go up and down for several times. They don't know how many times they have to run in business. It seems that working here is also an individual work.

Song Wen said to Lu Si, "you wait for me here. I'll go downstairs and talk to him. You have to come up later. Don't mess with me upstairs and downstairs."

The case hasn't been sorted out yet, and the person looking for the relationship comes to the door. Song Wen also understands why Cheng Mo has to come, either because of the news that Tan Shan has given him before, or because of the news that he has heard.

Captain Cheng is a member of the group who responded to the call of the state and gave birth early. He was divorced once. Now he has two children in his family. His eldest daughter went to university at the age of 20, and his second son is a 13-year-old junior high school student. So, his son's head teacher may be Tan Shan

Next came the more difficult task. Zhang Ziqi continued: "team Cheng said His son's junior high school head teacher is locked in... "

Song Wen frowns. Although Gu Ju is talking about cross group work and everything is under his command, Cheng Mo is the leader of the third team after all. At this time, he suddenly appears, which makes him a bit embarrassed.

Two people are saying, that Zhang Ziqi comes up from downstairs again: "Song team, downstairs Cheng team arrived, is talking with the store manager." Cheng Mo finally arrived.

Song Wen shook his head: "18. So Zhao tou said, "let's look for other clues and don't report too much hope." According to last year's ratio, the hope of recovery is very small. Song Wen sighs and spreads his hands to the landing secretary. "It seems that the horse is really dead. I can't live any longer."

Lu Si language blind guess: "30?"

Song Wen also said, "guess how many of the 300 films were found last year?"

Lu Siyu bowed his head and said, "there are still 250 places left..."

After a while, Song Wen hung up his mobile phone and said to Lu Si, "the feedback is up, but it is estimated that the hope is slim. Zhao tou said that the last fireworks show, they lost more than 300 mobile phones when they received the police. This is still the case that many people are too lazy to report to the police and do not provide information. The Bureau ordered them not to exceed the number lost last time. So far this year, more than 50 have been lost. "

Song Wen said: "helping others is fun. A dead horse is a living horse doctor. Maybe there is some information on the mobile phone." With these words, he took out his mobile phone and called captain Zhao of the anti pickpocketing brigade in the Municipal Bureau.Lu Siyu looked at Song Wen and asked, "are you going to find Qian Jiang's mobile phone?"

Song Wen nodded and said, "I think so."

Lu Siyu thought for a moment: "Apple's new machine just came out. It's matched with his headphones. He doesn't need money. It should be the highest one." Just now, Qian Jiang pointed out his earphone. It's a new model just issued this month. It should be purchased together. It's limited in the world. Only he can get it first.

Song Wen looked down at the fence for a moment and asked Lu Si, "what model do you think Qianjiang's mobile phone should be?"

Song Wen takes Zhang Dongmei's bag and turns it inside and outside. It's all keys, paper towels, powder and other commonly used items. Zhang Dongmei's mobile phone is still there, with a password, which can't be deciphered.

Lu Siyu holds the guardrail and looks down at the stream of people in the street, comparing the location of the bloodstain. Then he squatted down again and carefully looked at the guardrail nearby. There were no scratches. It was difficult for the wooden railing to leave fingerprints, and there were no traces on the floor paved with tiles. There were no footprints or scratches.

Then Lu Siyu made a comparison again. If Zhang Dongmei was standing at the lowest part of the guardrail at that time, and there was a murderer standing opposite her, and there was no defense, the murderer could push her down without much effort. Among the few people, the weakest is the little teacher Tan Shan. Even if she is an adult, it is feasible to use some strength.

The guardrail on the roof is carved in Chinese style, like curved petals. The lower part is about one meter and the higher part is about one meter and four meters. That's the old wood. It's brushed with the essential oil for maintenance. There's a smell of wood. Lu Siyu walks over and shakes. It may have been a while, but the guardrail is not stable.

The streets are full of happy people. Everyone is waiting for the fireworks show in the near future.

At this time, from the rooftop to the outside, the sky has been completely black, all kinds of signs lit up, illuminating the whole city. A few hundred story buildings not far away are projecting various patriotic slogans.

This is a two hundred square rooftop, which is decorated with some simple tables and chairs. The night wind is cool and blowing gently. Not long ago, Zhang Dongmei fell from here.

Lu Siyu and Song Wen walked a few steps to the roof outside, where the air was fresher than inside.

The manager nodded and agreed, and got up to prepare.

Even if we can't solve the case completely, we can eliminate some suspicion.

Song Wen pointed to a private room beside him: "please clean it up. Now the road is blocked. Let's ask them in this room."

The shopkeeper said, "let's export it. If you have any other requirements, we will cooperate."

Lu Siyu bowed his head thoughtfully, and song Wendao said, "can we have a look at these video materials later?" Although this camera can't see the direction of the rooftop, it may also see something else.

The store manager looked at it and said, "this camera takes a picture of the back door. Our management room and financial room are actually on the fifth floor. We are afraid that someone will enter, so we have installed this camera. From this point of view, we can't see whether there are people going in and out of the roof. "

Lu Siyu went to the corner of the small door near the rooftop of the private room, and suddenly found something. He pointed to a small camera on the wall and asked the store manager, "there is a camera. Can you take a picture of someone on the rooftop?"

When you come out of the private room and walk a few steps forward, you will see the roof. What leads to the roof is a small door with a lock. It will be locked when you get off work, and it will be open during the day.

Song Wen and the store manager are chatting here, while Lu Siyu goes to see the environment in the corridor. The decoration of the hotel has become a so-called new antique style. The floor is paved with anti-skid imitation white marble tiles, and the walls are heavily used with glass, wood, and various dried flowers. The whole style is both modern and retro.

It seems that Qian Shaogang didn't lie about what he just said. He really lost his mobile phone.

The waiter thought about it and then said, "it seems that after eating and sharing the cake, the meal was over. Someone went out to the toilet or something. Two girls went with the teacher. The teacher seemed very excited and drank a lot of wine. Qian Shao also went to the bathroom. When he came out, he said that he had lost his mobile phone, but he couldn't find the one he had been looking for for for a long time. Then he asked us to take the card reader and swipe his credit card. Then I heard that someone fell. It was a mess at that time, and we didn't pay attention to who was on the roof at that time. Just watch these people run down one after another. "

The manager and the waiter in the private room shook their heads.

"And then you go in? Did you find any difference? "

The store manager shook his head: "the sound insulation of our private rooms here is very good. Once the door is locked, we can't hear what is said inside and outside. Anyway, no one went out for more than half an hour. "

Hearing this, Song Wen made some inferences in his heart: "was there any abnormal movement in that half an hour?"

More than half an hour is enough to do a lot of things.

The store manager said: "Qian Shao is a frequent customer in our shop. He often brings his friends to dinner. This table is also set by him. He has already set the dining standard. The cake is brought by themselves. Later, the dishes are served quickly. Qian Shao tells us that his classmates haven't seen each other for a long time. He doesn't want to be disturbed by us when eating and chatting, so he locks the door from inside. It was probably locked for more than half an hour, then it was opened again and let us serve tea. "After thinking about it, Song Wen asked Zhang Ziqi to call the manager over: "just now, was there anything unusual in this private dining room?"

Lu Si language can feel that their eyes seem to be calm lake water, but below is the waves.

What are those people suppressing and hiding

A meal after ten years, a lot of memories, a lot of feelings, such an understatement, this is not normal in itself.

In the three years of living together in the same classroom, the teachers and students ten years ago can't make it clear with just a few words.

Now close your eyes, it seems that you can still hear the sound of reciting the text, as well as the music of eye exercises.

The open classroom door, the wind blowing in from the window, the ringing bell every day, the noisy playground, the textbooks, the endless exams, the endless homework, the snacks in the shop, the mobile phones hidden under the desk, the small notes passed each other, the extracurricular books, and the long way to school.

Three years of experience will leave an indelible mark on one's life.

Teachers, undoubtedly, are the people with them, who have played an important role in this period of time.

Junior high school is a special three years, relative to primary school students, they have grown up, but relative to high school, junior high school students are still children. They stand on the edge of children and teenagers, avoiding the wings of their parents. They begin puberty development, menarche, voice change, gradually sexual maturity, ignorant, began to face the society and the world independently.

Lu Siyu lowered his head to meditate. He also went to junior high school. It was three years, more than a thousand days, and something happened every day Even now I have grown up, some things still remain in my memory.

And I don't know if it's his illusion. Lu Siyu thinks that the relationship between these people is not so good, and there is a sense of distance between their actions and tones. But if their relationship is not good, why do they want to have this meal together?

It seems that everyone has something on their mind. There is something hidden in their words.

It's no wonder that no matter what the photos were taken tonight, it's no wonder that they didn't know what happened.

Song Wen turned his eyes when he heard it. The truth is right, but I want to bend the law for personal gain in front of him. I don't pay attention to him as the leader of the detachment, do I?

Lu Siyu met him. He had no expression on his pretty face and didn't call Cheng DUI. He took Cheng Mo as the air and asked Song Wen, "Song Dui, now, do you start to ask questions one by one?"

Song Wen said, "ask one by one. Since team Cheng is here, let's start with Mr. tan." Net, net,...: