Criminal Investigation Files

So Tan Shan was first called to the private room next door.

She timidly walked into the private room, feeling completely different from her usual feeling when she walked into the student classroom.

This private room is very large, two rooms away from the private room where several of them ate before.

Before seeing this video, they never thought that the content of this video would be like this. After just a few minutes of watching the video, Lu Siyu and Song Wen were silent for a while. The three short videos made them cold behind their backs.

Lu Siyu nodded and pressed the play button.

"They did take pictures?" Song Wencong came forward.

Lu Si language nodded: "the latest model, they estimate to be able to give toss half a month." With these words, he opened the photo album of his mobile phone, in which there were several small videos, which were shot tonight.

Song Wen was shocked to see: "our technical investigation department doesn't have this decoding speed, does it?"

Lu Siyu took the mobile phone, entered the password that the boy said, and then slid it. Sure enough, he turned on the phone and flipped through wechat and records. It was Qian Jiang's mobile phone, right. Looking up again, the boy had joined the crowd and didn't know where he had gone.

Lu Siyu nodded. The child took out a payment code and asked Lu Siyu to scan the code to pay. Then he gave him a mobile phone: "the password of the mobile phone is 000630. Boss Cao took care of it. The message will be sent to you for free."

After they went downstairs, a teenager was waiting downstairs for a long time. Looking at them coming out, they welcomed them up: "is that Mr. Lu?"

Song Wen: "that's very good. I'm not afraid to lose my cell phone in the future..."

Lu Si said: "naturally, the report can't be written like this. We just went downstairs to get the takeout and picked up a mobile phone on the way."

Song Wen: "I'm not sure." He was silent for a moment and said, "stolen goods can't be used as evidence."

"From In the thief's hand... " Lu Si language did not avoid him, but also did not elaborate. If he can't get through the official way, he has to think of other ways.

"Yes, I have some skills. Where did I find them?" Song Wen asked curiously.

"It could be," Lu said

Song Wen immediately understood: "you can't find Qianjiang's mobile phone, right?"

Lu Siyu blinked and said, "I bought a mobile phone..."

"Let Cheng wait. "Song Wen goes down with Si Yu," what did you buy? "

In the corridor of the hotel, Song Wen takes a few steps to catch up with Lu Siyu. Lu Siyu turned back to see Song Wen and asked, "how did you come out with me?"

Cheng Mo couldn't figure out what the two men were doing and what they were saying, so he watched them go out. Looking at the back of the two, he sighed, as if he felt that the young people were not paying attention to their work, and then he would slip away.

Song Wen took two steps and turned back, "team Cheng, if you want to wait, just wait, or you want to try first."

Song Wen was surprised: "ah? You've only been here for a while. You can't get enough for dinner and popcorn. What did you buy? " After thinking for a moment, he got up and said, "Oh, wait, I'll go with you."

Lu Siyu put the record book on the table, got up and said to Song Wen, "I'll go downstairs and get a takeout."

Lu Siyu hung up and looked at the time. It was only 7:50, ten minutes earlier than he expected. They also asked one person. Boss Cao's efficiency was really good.

Lu Siyu sat in the back and listened to them in silence, with no expression on his face. Just hearing this, his mobile phone rang. Lu Siyu picked it up quickly. The other side was a young voice: "Mr. Lu, right? The takeout that boss Cao sent to you has arrived. Please go downstairs to receive the goods. "

Sure enough, he is an old fox in the workplace. It is clear that he has stirred up the game, but when he looks back, it seems that he has taken the initiative to give in, and he has said all the good and bad words Cheng Moda and Song Wen are more than 20 years old. They are old police officers and team leaders in the Municipal Bureau. They usually don't like to associate with the other two teams. Facing so many subordinates who are older than him, Song Wen really can't say anything.

"Well People just died, she always want to avoid it, Miss Zhang is not only her teacher, or her colleagues, she should also feel bad. What's more, her answers are not all song team. Are you asking? " Cheng Mo looks at Song Wen, and then he seems to think of Song Wen's promotion. He quickly steps back and says, "well, song branch leader, I just think that this teacher is not a murderer according to my understanding of Mr. tan. Of course, this is my subjective judgment, and I know that my judgment should not be used as the standard for judging a case. Among these people, I know Mr. Tan, and I don't know the others any more. You're the next judge, and I won't ask. "

In the conversation with Tan Shan just now, Tan Shan mentioned Miss Zhang a few times. She seems to be avoiding it consciously or unconsciously, whether in the past or now.

"In addition to the necessary description, she did not take the initiative to mention a word about the dead. The teacher should be the leading role in this banquet. What did she say about most of the students? Why did she avoid talking about the teacher's situation?" Song Wen asks Cheng mo.Cheng Mo nodded: "heard, are normal description."

"One or two don't like to explain. If all the people don't take pictures, it's a bit strange. It's even more problematic to say that they don't take pictures, and they are very resistant to this problem." Song Wen gave another example and said, "you saw Tan Shan's inquiry just now."

Cheng Mo said: "maybe they don't like to take photos? I don't like taking pictures either. "

Song Wen sighed. The brain circuits of him and the old criminal policeman were not on the same channel at all: "we found some problems in our previous interrogation. We haven't seen each other in this class for ten years. We didn't take a picture or a video, or they didn't want to show us."

Although Cheng Mo's position is one grade lower than Song Wen's, he said: "this case seems very simple to me. Mr. Zhang drank a lot of wine. Maybe it was an accident that he fell from the building. These students are the teachers' favorite students. Our people always respect their teachers. Why do they want to kill their teachers? There's no reason to kill. As long as we prove that these people have no motive to kill, the case can be concluded as an accident. "

When Tan Shan left his seat, Song Wen was a little impatient. He turned to Cheng Mo and said, "Captain Cheng, I know that Tan Shan is your son's Chinese teacher and head teacher. But now Tan Shan has not ruled out that she is the murderer. This evening, it must not be so simple. She's been hiding a little. If you interrupt again, you won't know what to ask. "

Song Wen said, "thank you for your cooperation. Go back first."

Tan Shan said: "I thought she had to talk to other students, so I didn't wait for her."

Song Wen asked, "you came with Mr. Zhang, didn't you wait for her to go back together?"

Tan Shan said: "then we had a meal and divided the cake. The meal was over. Miss Zhang drank too much. Meimei and I helped the teacher to the bathroom. Meng Tiantian was a little drunk. She was afraid of being seen, so she went to the compartment and lingered for a while. Then, after I went to the toilet, I said that I had class tomorrow and had to go. I went to get my bag first and went downstairs That's what happened. "

Cheng Mo watched Song Wen gossip again and continued to pull back the topic: "then, what did you do?"

"Beauty didn't pay attention to him, Qian Jiang joked. At that time, who didn't like beauty. So this topic is gone. " Tan Shan bowed her head.

Ten years later, when the students get together again, the person they once had a crush on is right in front of them, and they are about to get married. This is really strong enough.

"What about the beauty? What's the answer? " Song Wen looked at her with great interest.

Tan Shan's expression appeared a little nervous: "just now I also drank a lot of wine, I can't remember clearly." Then she lowered her head, "I remember that Zhao Yuliang drank too much and said that he used to like beauties."

Hearing this, Song Wen said, "ten years later, you must have reported something you didn't dare to say at that time."

"At that time, people drank a little too much wine." After hesitating for a while, Tan Shan raised her head and looked at Song Wen with her eyes. She said, "we played the truth adventure..."

"What did you talk about after closing the door?"

"The waiters were walking around, which affected our conversation. When the dishes were ready, we closed the door."

"During the meal, you locked the door for half an hour?"

Tan Shan said: "it's Zhao Yuliang. It should have been ordered by a very good cake shop."

Song Wen took back the initiative of inquiry: "who bought the cake?"

"Yes." Song Wen interrupts her. This description is really not nutritious. It's like a student's model essay. Moreover, they have no idea whether what Tan Shan said is true or false. He is more inclined to ask for some details, which at first sound irrelevant, but are related to the direction of the case, and they can better hear the lies.

"In the evening, we made an appointment to meet at 5:30. When Mr. Zhang and I arrived here, all the other people had already taken their seats. Then we talked about the recent situation, where we have gone and what we have done in recent years, and then we talked about our own situation. Meng Tiantian says something about her filming. Qian Jiang wants her autograph. Ji Meiyun tells about her wedding preparations and invites her classmates. Dr. Zhao Yuliang is about to graduate and is going to teach in Beicheng University. "

In his view, this is the question of the parties in the traditional interrogation.

After inserting this sentence, Cheng Mo took the initiative to ask: "Miss Tan, what time did you arrive this evening? What happened at night? "

This is a truth, but it reminds Cheng mo of his own son, who is mediocre and bears. He said to Song Wen: "team song, I think it's OK to ask about the basic situation. Let's ask about tonight."

Tan Shan hesitated and said, "most of the teachers are obedient, good-looking students with good grades..."

"You are all the students that the teacher likes in the class?" Song Wen continued to ask, now that Tan Shan said so, the image of those people seems to have gradually become concrete.Tan Shan recalled, and evaluated several students.

"When I went to school, the beauty was ban Hua. She and her elder sister were from our school. Her elder sister was a grade higher than her. They often worked together to host school activities. They were famous sisters in our school."

"When she took the art exam in junior high school, she had a short haircut."

"Zhao Yuliang, his academic performance is very good, but since then, his family seems not to care about him, he seems to have learned to smoke from junior high school."

"Qian Jiang's family has a lot of money. On his birthday in junior high school, he invited the whole class to his villa for dinner. After dinner, he drew the curtains in the hall and watched the midnight bell."

"What do you think of the others? What's your impression? " Song Wen asked her.

Tan Shan still has a fresh memory of this. At that time, Zhao Yuliang was in front of her, like an insurmountable gap. No matter how hard she tried and how many problems she did, she could not surpass him. Even if it is Zhao Yuliang changed her deskmate and met some things in the exam. She still couldn't beat that opponent.

"I can get the top five every time It's Zhao Yuliang. He is one of the top examiners in the class

"Then you must have done very well, didn't you?"

"Yes, ten years ago, Mr. Zhang was our head teacher and taught us mathematics. I was not only the monitor, but also the representative of mathematics class."

Song Wen continued to ask: "you were always the monitor of the class?"

Song Wen had some doubts about this answer, but Lu Siyu didn't say anything. While listening, he wrote it in the book.

Tan Shan said: "there are many students in our class who have been admitted to university and went to study in other places. These people tonight are all students who I know are still in Nancheng and will come back after the holidays. And they have good relationship with Mr. Zhang and have contact with each other both then and now..."

"And how do you decide these people? Do you have a good relationship with me? " Song Wen asked curiously. There are so many people in a class. He is a little curious about the screening criteria and wants to find some clues or rules.

Tan Shan stopped for a moment and shook her head: "our classmates have no one to talk all the year round. We all have private conversations."

"Did you ask openly in the group?" Song Wen asked her.

It is recorded in Lu Si language, with an asterisk on Qianjiang's name.

"Yes..." Tan Shan nodded, "we have a classmate group. I found their contact information from the group and asked them one by one, but the restaurant is set by Qian Shao..."

"So, how many other people did you inform?"

Tan Shan hesitated: "it's me." Her body moved, "National Day holiday, is our graduation ten years."

Song Wen began to ask: "I want to ask, today's party, who organized?"

Tan Shan looks at the three police officers in front of her and is ready to answer.

At this time, Tan Shan in the private room somehow suddenly remembered those things. She closed her eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, stabilized her mind, and ended her memory.

She seems to have embarked on an unknown road full of thorns

All of a sudden, full of expectations were confused and confused.

It turns out that what they need is only a teacher like Zhang Dongmei, who was like that a few years ago, and still is like that a few years later.

Tan Shan realized that when she passed the interview, she stood up and felt that her legs were numb. She finally got the job, but somehow, she was not happy at that time.

The main face official still gave his glasses a serious hand: "Miss Zhang is the best teacher in the examination of middle school students in the first few years of Nancheng city. I think her proud disciples must be no worse. I hope Miss Tan can bring out a class with excellent grades. Welcome to join us. The dean's office will inform you of your arrival time later. "

Just when she felt that her answer was not good and she might not pass the interview, the other side spoke again.

Somehow, Tan Shan's hands and feet began to cool, and her face felt a little stiff. Open class, interview, she had been prepared, but she did not expect that the other party would ask this question, she looked up, eyes a little scared, the answer is also stuttering.

"She At that time, I was the monitor of the class and the representative of the math class... "

"How do you evaluate Mr. Zhang?"

At that time, Tan Shan was stunned, "yes."

Before she finished her answer, she was interrupted by the interviewer: "I heard that Zhang Dongmei used to be your head teacher."

Tan Shan stabilized her voice and said: "to be a teacher has always been my wish and career plan. For this reason, I have made all the preparations. I want to be a good teacher, a good teacher that students like and parents love. I will teach students in accordance with their aptitude, teach them what I know, and become their guide. I will care about their life.... "The main face of her is an old woman. Her skin is as dry as a sun dried orange peel. Her face is tight from beginning to end, which makes people unable to see whether she is satisfied or dissatisfied.

It was three years ago, but now Tan Shan still remembers that the interviewer asked her some questions. At the end of the professional inquiry, the interviewer suddenly asked her: "Tan Shan, what kind of teacher do you want to be?"

Nancheng No.1 middle school is now a key junior high school in the city. If you want to be a teacher, you need to pass the examinations and screening at all levels. Tan Shan is undoubtedly excellent. Whether it is the examination results, or the scoring of open classes, as well as the preparation of courseware and the writing of teaching plans, she is the better among the candidates at that time. It can be said that she is through five cut six will, just to the final interview.

The previous teacher interview was conducted in an activity room of the school. Just like now, there is a table in front of us, and there are three interviewers sitting in front of us.

Tan Shan looked up at Song Wen and Lu Siyu. The two policemen had seen each other just now. She twisted her fingers nervously, took a deep breath, and tried to regard today's inquiry as a teacher's interview.

Tan Shan is still nervous, her face is a little white, her face is very small, nose and eyes are small, it seems that people feel obedient and quiet, that is, when the teacher's words, a little less courage, also don't know whether she can hold those disobedient students in the class.

Cheng Mo said: "don't be nervous, Mr. Tan, just say what you want. My colleagues and I are here. We won't be wronged."

Seeing that the interrogation would become a parents' meeting, Song Wen coughed beside him.

Cheng Mo continued: "I still need Mr. Tan to continue to worry. I know that my son's subjective initiative is too poor..."

Tan Shan saw that her acquaintances relaxed a lot and said, "thank you, father Cheng. Cheng Cheng has worked hard recently and made great progress..."

As soon as Tan Shan came in, Cheng Mo said politely, "Oh, Miss Tan, I haven't seen you for a long time. I'm sorry... "

Zhang Ziqi is in charge of the guard outside. Cheng Mo and Song Wen sit on one side of the table, opposite to Tan Shan. Lu Siyu sits at the back of Song Wen's side, opens the recorder as a backup file for the interrogation process, and then opens the book to record.

Song Wen and they had just tried it. It was as soundproof as the shop assistant said. Standing at the door, they couldn't hear what the people inside were saying.

The private room is the kind of suite. It's the largest one in the whole Mingyue building. The clerk helped them clean the rest room. There were tables and some chairs in it. Although it was simple, it was temporary enough.

Teachers and students, after ten years of meeting, live in the same room, drink, cake, exquisite food, calm appearance, cover up the fact that

Thinking of the question just now, Song Wen raised his eyebrows slightly. Facing the night wind, he squinted at the pedestrian street, and said in a soft voice, "interesting..."

The author has something to say: Recently, I'd like to sort out the following outline. This chapter is an extended version. It's time for the afternoon