Criminal Investigation Files

The investigation of the case has entered the fourth day. They have found out the means of Chen Yanqiu's resurrection and found a well planned top bag accident, but they still know nothing about Chen Yanqiu's death. So far, no suspects have been identified.

In the morning, several people met in the Municipal Bureau and exchanged their progress. Song Wen made the following work arrangement: "Fu Linjiang, Lao Jia, you go on in your direction, Zhu Xiao, you follow up the traffic bureau." Then he turned to Lu Si and said, "let's check the downstream first. Let's meet the family members of the accident victims. We made an appointment with them yesterday. We'll go there at about 10 o'clock."

What we can confirm now is that there is something wrong with the accident, and the problem is very big. If the real perpetrators of the accident have no clue, they can only skip this link temporarily. At present, we can directly contact the family members of Zhao Youlan, the victim of the car accident.

Zhang Lili choked her neck and said, "anyway, it's a good thing for the police to come. I don't know who the real murderer is. I just can't swallow this breath!"

The old man snorted, "it's a fart."

Zhang Lili bit her lip and stared at her own father fiercely. After two seconds, she cried out: "there is a head for injustice and a debt owner. At least we should listen to him apologize to my mother and kowtow in front of my mother's grave."

The old man snorted and said to her, "see? What do you want? "

Zhang Lili said: "at least I know clearly in my heart that I didn't even see that son of a bitch's face. If I did, if I did..."

The old man asked her, "what if I know? It's over a long time ago. It's over! It's been half a year! "

Zhang Lili suddenly seemed to be lit. She stood up and said, "there's nothing to say. My mother died so innocently. The driver who caused the accident didn't know who it was, so you took the money from others and agreed to go private! Did you ask me when you signed? Now that the police have come to check again, you don't want to know who killed my mother even if you don't let me say it? "

Song Wen heard this, just want to explain two, one side of Lu Si language is a pull his sleeve, signal not to interrupt.

Zhang Lili's words are here, Zhang Congyun suddenly stood up, some impatient way: "now put what behind the horse?"? There's no one left. What can I say about that? "

"Of course, there's a problem. How can it happen? If you don't die early, you don't die late, and you run my mother to death? I said at that time that there was something wrong with it... "

"Did you believe each other's story at that time? That is No problem? "

"Yes, it is said that the driver of the company ran into someone and ran away. A person in charge of the company came to discuss the compensation scheme with us. The people over there were very polite. Later, the traffic bureau told us that the driver died... "

"Was it the other company that came out at that time?"

"It's probably not five in the morning. The phone call was from the police, and the person was sent to the hospital directly. He was not angry for a long time. At that time, the traffic police said that they had never seen such a miserable situation... "

"When did you get the call?"

Zhang Lili withdrew her eyes and nodded Yes, my mother went for a while early that day and started at about two forty. I was quarreled by her in the middle of the night. She has long said that she wants to come back to my daughter's school activities. Niu Niu has been practicing dancing for two months, and she wants to show it to grandma, but she didn't expect to... "

Song Wen coughed and began to ask, "did aunt go to work that morning as usual?"

In the eyes of foreigners like Zhao Youlan, the tower is a symbol of the city. It seems that she will not be accepted until she dies.

Zhang Lili looked at it and said, "it was taken by my mother when she was young. At that time, when the south tower was just built, tourists were not allowed to visit. She took such a picture under the tower. It's a shame to say that my mother always wanted to go there to have a look. She didn't think she was a real Nancheng person without going to the Nancheng tower. But every time she wanted to go, she missed it for various reasons, and she couldn't go to the tower in the end. "

Lu Siyu opened the notebook beside him and looked up from his angle to see a photo of Zhao Youlan. The background happened to be the south tower. He was a little curious about the photo. Taking advantage of the gap between them, he asked, "when was that photo taken?"

From one side came the banging sound of the old man nailing the stool, which was quite rhythmic. Song Wen gave Zhang Lili a brief account of the case and began to ask about the specific circumstances of the accident at that time.

Zhang Lili took the broken cup by herself and sat on the stool beside her, with her head bowed nervously.

As she spoke, Zhang Lili brought several cups. The cups were just like other furniture at home. Each of the four cups had its own appearance, and one of them had a gap. Seeing this, Lu Si didn't mean to reach out at all. Song Wen also said, "thank you." He took the cup that Zhang Lili had handed over and put it aside.

Then he spat a nail out of his mouth and began to hammer it into the chair.

The old man didn't lift his head: "I haven't seen it."

Song Wen took out a picture of Chen Yanqiu and put it on the table: "have you seen this man?""The old man said:" so long, I don't remember

Song Wen coughs, but he is asked. Chen Yanqiu's death does not seem to have much to do with them. He may not be the direct killer of Zhao Youlan's death, but he is just a man who has lost his mind for a while. He continued: "what else do you know about car accidents? You can tell us anything when you think of it. "

The old man bowed his head and seemed to give up understanding: "Alas, it's really dizzy. What does this have to do with us? "

Song Wen thought about how to explain the tortuous relationship with him: "the one who died at that time was not the troublemaker, and the troublemaker might have helped others to take the blame..." When he said that, he felt that something was wrong. It was like a tongue twister. Song Wen could only make up for it by saying, "we are still investigating."

The old man frowned, raised his head and said vaguely, "ah? Did the traffic police say that the perpetrator died long ago? "

Song Wen was a little embarrassed: "we are not talking about the secret of that aspect. At that time, the driver provided by the traffic police may not be the one who killed your wife. "

The old man lowered his head and continued to study the broken stool in his hand. He measured it with a ruler: "what's the secret? People are dead, can still live? "

Song Wen tried to make the case clear:" this time we found a dead person, which may be related to the car accident half a year ago, and there may be other secrets about the car accident, so we came to find out the situation with our family. "

The old man's mouth was bulging. He didn't know what he had put in it. He couldn't speak clearly and said, "we lost 280 yuan to the environmental sanitation bureau for that car." Then he vomited something out, and Lu Siyu found that the nail was in his mouth.

Song wennai explained to him: "clean the car to ask the traffic police in charge, we are criminal police."

The old man looked up, as if thinking about it, and asked, "have you found my wife's cleaning car?"

Song Wen said: "Hello, uncle. About your wife's car accident half a year ago, we have some questions to check."

Song Wen was thinking about how to open his mouth, so Zhang Congyun raised his eyes from behind the presbyopic glasses and scanned them again. His eyes were a little wary: "Lili just said, are you police? What are you here for today? "

Lu Si language side head, found that he is repairing a bench. It is better to do than repair. He wants to use two old benches to make up a small stool. The old man's hands were rough, but very dexterous.

At this time, Zhang Congyun was sitting at the bedside, working with the light coming in through the narrow window.

There is a model of Nancheng tower on the windowsill. The morning sun just shines on the tower, which makes the model more exquisite.

After that, she got up to pour the water and left them sitting in the living room, where the living room and balcony are connected without sound or heat insulation, and even can smell the smell of lunch made by the neighbors. At the junction of the balcony and the living room, there is a double bed with a lot of bottles on the floor.

At this point, Zhang Lili seemed to think that Song Wen might be wrong, and she gave a wry smile awkwardly: "up to now, I can't bear to throw it away when there are no people. Don't say, some things are really useful. Once Niuniu's schoolbag broke, I didn't have time to sew it, and I didn't have the right things on hand, so I took a large pin from my mother's treasure box and pinned it on. It was just right. " Then she said, "I'll pour you some water. My father is old and a little deaf. Talk to him in a loud voice."

Zhang Lili looked at Song Wen and Lu Siyu and looked at the things. She turned her lips and said, "they were all picked up by my mother in those years. I told her not to pick them up many times, but she likes to turn her home into a garbage dump. She is reluctant to throw a lot of things, but she can't get them in and out. She also told me that some things don't look good, and they can't be kept together when needed."

The area of this house is not large, about less than 50 square meters, mainly a living room, and a bedroom. The living room is full of all kinds of rubbish. The stool is old, the table is old, and there is a globe on the table, which is also old. The styles of those furnishings are quite different, some are Chinese style, some are European style, and some are even a little Southeast Asian style.

As soon as Song Wen came in, he showed his identity.

Zhao Youlan's wife, Zhang Congyun, is several years older than her. She is 60 years old. He and Zhao Youlan's daughter Zhang Lili work as a cashier in a supermarket. They divorced their husband two years ago and have a daughter. Today, she happens to be on shift and is also at home. Before Zhu Xiao's telephone contact is also her.

Song Wen can hardly remember when he came to such a place last time. Different from the modern elevator house with bright windows, the windows of this old house type are small and exquisite. It seems that the windows also occupy an area. I wish I could build a small "day" or "field". Separate people and families.

Zhao Youlan's home is in jianghuaishu community, which is an old community. It's not prosperous here. From the south of the community, you can see the south tower from a distance. Only at this time can you feel that it was in the same city as those modern high-rise buildings.

From those archives, we can see her life. Zhao Youlan, female, 54 years old, graduated from junior high school. She was a female cleaner in Nancheng environmental sanitation bureau before she died. She is ordinary in height and appearance. People don't even look at her when they pass by. Song Wen can't think of a second word to describe her except "ordinary". She is like thousands of ordinary workers living in Nancheng, ordinary but conscientious.In the early morning of December 25 last year, Zhao Youlan, an environmental sanitation worker, was involved in a car accident. He was dragged and killed on the spot. He didn't even have the chance to go to the hospital for rescue.

People will pay for the convenience of transportation at the same time. Compared with various ways of death, car accidents are more tragic and painful. It's also hard to let go of what they bring to their relatives.

Such two extreme places, just separated by a street, appear in such a South City, like hell and heaven.

Every morning, this fast area is divided into two sections by a road. At the end of one section, there are several busy bars. Every night, they revel until 3 or 4 a.m., which is a place for young people to enjoy themselves. On the other side of the road, there are several abandoned buildings of the Republic of China. It has been empty for a long time. Passing here at night, it seems that ghosts and gods will appear at any time.

Zhao Youlan is responsible for cleaning the area, which is a section of Changshou Road in the west of Nancheng. The Wutong is over one thousand meters long, and there are tall Wutong trees on both sides of the road. At the end of the summer, leaves are still green. If autumn falls, the streets are covered with leaves of Indus. They should be cleaned two to three times a day.

The south city is too big. It covers an area of 7000 square kilometers and has a population of several million. There is no cleaner in the city. It is basically silent. Only when people see the garbage on the roadside can they think why there is no one to clean it.

The old man stared at her and said, "do you know what it means to be breathless?"

"At least when you burn paper for my mother, you can read it to her! My mother has been waiting on you for decades in vain. When she died, you didn't hurt her heart.... " Zhang Lili couldn't help her tears. In the past, even though her family was poor, she never felt that there was anything missing in her family. However, after her mother died, her father seemed to be a different person.

Originally, she lost her mother. Her father's indifference made Zhang Lili's stinging pain even worse. Today, she kept these words in her heart for a long time, "Dad When I was a child, I was always bullied by my classmates. I laughed that my mother was a street sweeper. At that time, you didn't tell me that as long as you stand upright, there is nothing to be guilty of. You should straighten up your waist. We don't lose to anyone. We don't take the initiative to bully others, but we have to seek justice. Now that you are old, do you forget what you taught me? You really I'm really disappointed. " Net, net,...: