Criminal Investigation Files

It was not until ten o'clock in the evening that the scene was completely controlled. All the children had registered and were sent to the hotel where they had contacted for settlement and rest. Special personnel were responsible for the arrangement and care.

The crowd at the gate of the Municipal Bureau finally dispersed orderly, and all parents registered and went home to wait for the results.

The giant beast that sank on the bottom of the sea is about to be discovered and come to the surface.

That is the enemy of his life.

Lu Siyu stretched out his right hand. Under his sleeves, his ankles were thin. He slightly pursed his thin lips. He looked firm and fearless. He wrote the two words "Moby Dick" in the last blank space.

From many years ago, until now, he climbed out of the hell, step by step through the extreme cold, facing the blade, and came to the edge of evil. He was burned with blood, and the sea of blood and tears was at his feet.

Song Wen looks at the person he loves. Lu Siyu is standing in front of the wall, tall and tall. He is wearing a white shirt and looks at the wall. It is clearly a white wall, but it seems to contain endless darkness. The black overflows, and it seems to engulf the whole world.

Those long dormant evils are finally depicted in a complete shape, and they are gradually moving towards the truth of everything. All the red lines belong to one place, which is still blank.

With the primitive accumulation of financial resources, the support of medicine and technology, and the supplement of manpower, Moby Dick is running a huge and evil empire.

One person by one seems to be a node, forming several modules, and the whole big case becomes a picture and a net.

Within a few minutes of his going down, Lu Si connected all the cases. Some nails are pressed on the wall, wrapped with red lines, and the vein is clear. Facing this picture, the Song Dynasty can only describe it as spectacular.

The white wall has been painted a complex and complete diagram, all the cases, all the details of the whole wall.

After he went upstairs with hot milk, Song Wen was stunned.

Song Wen hung the clothes he had washed before in the washing machine, then took out the milk from the refrigerator and put it into the microwave oven. In a minute and a half, the microwave oven gave out a drip.

Now is the most peaceful time in this city, the window is endless dark, as if the whole world is sleeping.

At two o'clock in the morning, Song Wen saw that he couldn't help. He yawned and went downstairs.

Lu Siyu arranged the cases one by one according to the time, and recorded the people and events in each case. From long Jinrong, Xia Weiming to Wu Hongyou, Bai Luorui, Chen Yanqiu, Dai Xiaoman, Yu Huizhi.

Song Wen sat in his chair and discussed with him from time to time, adding some details of the case.

Lu Siyu had read all the relevant files before and kept them in his mind. He started from a branch, drawing small cases one by one, relevant people and relevant situations, and wrote them down bit by bit. Sometimes he would stop, sort out his thoughts, and then go on.

They went to the study on the third floor together. Lu Siyu looked serious and put on his glasses. He chose a blank wall and began to write on it with a whiteboard pen.

Lu Siyu wrote and drew in the book for a while, looked up and said, "I'm almost finished."

Lu Siyu naturally leans on Song Wen. Song wensong holds him loosely in his arms, one hand around his waist, and the other hand gently strokes his hair, just like comforting a full cat.

After eating the dumplings, Lu felt tired and satisfied. He sat on the sofa. Song Wen walked over and sat next to him.

Lu Si said, "after that, I often cook it for you."

Song Wen put another dumpling in his pocket and couldn't help sighing: "I grew up so big and ate such delicious dumplings for the first time."

He used to be lonely, but now, Song Wen is like a bridge between him and ordinary people, and this society. At this time, he is eating dumplings, his heart is no longer the pain of losing his family, but let him have a full of happiness.

But Lu Siyu looked up at Song Wen and said, "it doesn't matter. Now, we are two people."

Song Wen found himself mentioning something he shouldn't have mentioned. He paused and said, "I'm sorry."

Every time it comes to this time, Lu Siyu will make something simple to eat, so that he can forget about dumplings.

Chinese people have the habit of eating dumplings. They eat dumplings during the Spring Festival, during the winter solstice, happily and when it's all right.

A person and noodles, a person mix stuffing, a person bag, a person eat Bite into the mouth of dumplings, the feeling is bitter.

Dumplings for a family, is enjoyable, while chatting, while wrapping, but when only his own time, it has become a lonely.

Lu Siyu's chopsticks stopped and said, "my family used to like making dumplings very much, and my parents must ask me and my brother to help, making dumplings as a rare family activity. Later, I became a person. I didn't like dumplings any more. "Song Wen ate more than 20 at a time, and then asked Lu Siyu, "you make dumplings so delicious. Why haven't you made dumplings before?"

Lu Siyu also eats with his head down. Song Wen's way of making dumplings is not the same as his. His dumplings are more delicate than his. Song Wen's way of squeezing dumplings can put more stuffing into them to make them more delicious. A few dumplings to eat, let him warm up the whole person, the night of those troubles are also swept away.

Cabbage water is not squeezed too dry, a bite down on the outflow of a delicious soup, dumpling filling is almost a meat ball, eat to the mouth, the meat is tender and soft, cabbage crisp, with a little sweet smell of vegetables, the most wonderful thing is that all the flavor of seasoning has been integrated into the oil, onion, pepper fragrance, dumplings are only meat and cabbage, finished There are no other impurities. Eating such dumplings is a kind of enjoyment of life.

This is Song Wen's first time to eat such delicious dumplings. The skin of the dumplings made by himself is much thinner than that of the ones bought, but it's very strong.

Song Wen also unconsciously poured some more vinegar, dipped dumplings, put into the mouth, a fresh fragrance burst in the mouth.

These dumplings not only look good, but also have thin skin and big stuffing, complete in color, flavor and taste.

So Song Wen watched him pick up the dumplings, dip them in half a bowl of vinegar, put them into his mouth, chew them a few times, and said with satisfaction, "not bad."

Lu Si said: "I don't want to drink so much. Dumplings are dipped in enough vinegar to have a soul."

Song Wen looked straight: "little ancestor, I know you like sour food, but you'd better drink less. Don't go back and get a stomachache. "

Lu Siyu picked up the vinegar bottle, poured half a bowl of vinegar for himself, and then filled it with sesame oil.

It seems that this attempt is relatively successful, and the cooperation between the two people is full of tacit understanding.

It's midnight now. Many people have already entered the dream. Two people, who have been busy all night, are sitting at the restaurant table, eating dumplings while it's hot.

The dumplings with a round white belly soon came out of the pot, and song Wensheng came out with vinegar and sesame oil.

Lu Siyu simply cleaned up the kitchen and Song Wen cooked the dumplings.

Two people work together, the speed is very fast, after a while, dozens of dumplings out of the oven, a total of less than an hour.

Song Wen was rarely praised: "I didn't expect that I had hidden my unique skills."

Lu Siyu took a look and said, "not bad."

Now, Song Wen finally has a chance to start. He takes a piece of dumpling skin in his hand, puts the stuffing in the center of the dumpling skin, and then squeezes with his index finger and thumb. A dumpling with thin skin and big stuffing is ready soon.

Now the noodles are very soft, and they are quickly kneaded into long strips, cut into small pieces, dipped in dry noodles, rolled a few times, and a dumpling skin with thin around and thick in the middle is ready.

Lu Siyu kneaded the dough again. He lowered his head, his long eyelashes moved, and his expression was very calm.

After finishing the stuffing, Lu Siyu took out a rolling pin from the cupboard, which came with other tableware, and a large panel, which he had never used before, and which came into use today.

Wait for the meat to mix well, then put the cabbage in, along a direction, stir evenly. Finally, according to the amount of filling, add salt.

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Lu Siyu put cooking wine, soy sauce and pepper into the prepared meat stuffing, then the old soy sauce was used to tone the color, and several spoonfuls of oil consumption were added to increase the fresh flavor.

Cabbage with cooking machine cut, sprinkle a little salt, squeeze out excess water.

Lu Siyu filtered the fried onion and ginger oil, cooled it, mixed it in the meat, added a little water and an egg to make the meat more soft and tender.

Then he watched Lu Siyu raise the oil pot and fry a pot of spices and seasonings. There was a kind of seasoning aroma in the whole kitchen.

When Lu Siyu was cooking, his technique was clean and quick, and his movements were so smooth that Song Wen could not get tired of it.

Song Wen thinks that watching beauty cook is like a good-looking picture.

He went to get two onions, a large piece of ginger, and grabbed a handful of pepper, onion ginger all cut into small pieces.

Lu Siyu wrote an exclusive secret to Song Wen: "I don't like to cut up the onion and ginger and wrap them in dumplings. I feel that the dumplings taste bad and have a feeling of impurity. If the onion is put in the wrong time, it will have a taste of dead onion. But those spices must be put."

There was no leek at home, so Lu Siyu chose cabbage as a side dish.

Song Wen dogleg said: "I am not picky, as long as you do, I like."

Lu Si Yu asked Song Wen, "what kind of dumplings do you like to eat?"

At this time, the meat is also part of the thaw, and then microwave thaw, with a blender quickly beat into the meat mud.

After ten minutes, Lu Si quickly made up a piece of noodles. He was stunned by Song Wen. He never thought that making up noodles was such a simple thing. And not only that, after reconciling, the basin is clean, the dough is smooth and soft, and Lu Siyu's hands are clean, not stained with flour at all.There is good black pork at home, which is thawed in warm water.

Lu Siyu raised his head and said, "if you can make and cook, I'll do the rest."

Every time, Li luanfang would deliberately do more. He would put the rest in the refrigerator and freeze it in the fresh-keeping bag. When he didn't want to cook, he would take it out, which was very convenient. At that time, song Cheng always had something ready-made when he came home. After eating, he immediately patted his ass to go to work, which made Song Wen particularly envious.

In the past, Li luanfang took care of all these things. She would buy dumpling skins made by machines and minced meat from the vegetable market. She would take Song Wen to make dumplings and then let him cook them. Song Wen had not done much manual work since childhood, so she was forced to practice this dumpling skillfully.

After Song Wen and Lu Siyu lived together, they had never seen him make dumplings. At this time, they heard him say, "as long as you want to eat, as late as possible, your husband and I have first-class cooking skills and can make dumplings, but dumpling skin and stuffing..."

Now the time has passed eleven o'clock, even if the action is very fast, it will take more than half an hour.

Lu Siyu lowered his head and thought for a moment. He felt that he couldn't push himself too hard. He had to have enough to work. The food in his mind whirled around. He suddenly said, "I want to eat dumplings, but it's a little late now. Is it too much trouble?"

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thinking of this, Song Wen felt deeply for him and said, "I'll accompany you at night." Then he asked Lu Siyu, "are you hungry? Shall I make you some supper first? "

But with more contact, he felt that the people in front of him were fresh, smart and brave. He looked thin, but nothing could defeat him.

Song Wen can't help but think of the first time he saw Lu Siyu. At that time, he felt that he was silent and cold.

Just after taking a bath, Lu Siyu looks more and more white. His eyes seem to be stained with water vapor, and his thin lips also have attractive water color.

In those cases, there must be some clues ignored by the predecessors.

Although the whole case has been repeatedly questioned by many people, many of them have not passed through his hands. Lu Siyu still wants to sort it out in person.

"There's no clue yet. Maybe we haven't come into contact with this man. Maybe he's what we call the Moby Dick." Lu Siyu made a decision, "I want to comb all the information and context of the case again."

Song Wen said, "I'm also thinking about who might be the gatekeeper of hell."

The end of the battle is coming.

They are getting closer and closer to each other's core. The tighter they push each other, the more flaws they will show.

They have now taken the initiative and are no longer taken by each other, which is a good thing.

In terms of chess, the two sides are now more evenly matched. The more eager the other party is to get rid of Yu Huizhi, it shows that their idea is right.

Every time he is knocked down, it means he is stronger.

At first, when Yu Huizhi died, he was in a panic, but as time went on, he was gradually relieved.

Then Lu Siyu lowered his head: "I'm still thinking about what we should do next."

Those children have tasted the taste of evil, do not know what kind of seeds will be sown in their young hearts. This storm may have subsided for a while, but it may take several years or even more than ten years for the subsequent ending.

He and Song Wen are very clear that those children with these years of experience will be completely different from ordinary children, they will be more sensitive and vulnerable.

Lu Siyu looked up at Song Wen, pursed his lips and said, "I'm not depressed. I hope all the children can return to their families smoothly."

Song Wen explained to him, "don't be too sad. We'll find new clues."

After the bath, I had a fresh smell.

At this time, Song Wen has come back with the wolf. He looks at Lu Siyu coming over with his head down, goes to the cupboard to get the medicine box, reaches out his hand, pulls him over, wipes a layer of alcohol on the wound on his head, and finally kisses him on the forehead.

Lu Siyu washed it very carefully, including his fingers. He used the bath twice, until he could no longer smell the smell of blood. Then he wiped his body, replaced a white shirt, and dried his hair.

The water flowed through his body, along his neck and clavicle, through his slender waist, across the scar left by the new Jin, and felt a little numb. Then it flowed down his slender legs.

The water is pure, warm and comfortable. It envelops him like a lover's soothing voice. It seems to be able to take away all the dirty things.

It's also warm liquid. The feeling of water flow is completely different from that of blood.

It was Yu Huizhi's blood. Today, the woman died in front of him.

The thick, dried up bloodstain melted in water, turned pale red, and fainted under his feet, then gradually disappeared.Lu Siyu took the changed clothes and went into the bathroom. He took off his clothes and turned on the shower nozzle. The warm liquid dripped down and washed away the blood stains on his face, hands and hair.

Xiao Lang has been familiar with him for a long time. He screams twice and follows Song Wen. Before he leaves, he reluctantly looks back at Lu Siyu.

"Well, go ahead, be careful of the wound on your head. I'll run the dog away first." Song Wenxian skillfully picked up the rope to walk the dog and rubbed the wolf's ear, "good, it's bad."

Lu Siyu said to Song Wen, "I'll take a bath first." Although he washed his hands and face in the City Council, there was still a lot of blood on his clothes.

Wolf had been suffocating at home for a long time. When he saw them coming back, he rushed over. Then he seemed to smell the blood of Lu Siyu. He clamped his tail and looked at him suspiciously.

At half past ten, Lu Siyu and song Wencai returned home.

After all this, everyone felt very tired.

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Lu Siyu checked it for the last time and closed his cap. His eyes followed those lines and fell on a name.

Then he took the hot milk Song Wen gave him, took a sip of it, and said with burning eyes, "now I have the next investigation direction in my heart."

Now, they need to further explore the source of the dark.