Criminal Investigation Files

"Divorce?" With tears in his eyes and a bitter smile, he said, "in the first year of marriage, he pretended to be normal, except for the days in the middle of the month, he seldom shared a room with me. Later, when I became pregnant, he let me have a baby and seldom slept with me. I logged into his computer and found some pictures of men. I cried and told my mother about it. My mother's first reaction was, "don't let other people know about it." It's like a scandal. "

"At the beginning, I didn't understand my mother. I felt that the people closest to me were not willing to make decisions for me. I cried all day. Later, I found out that my mother's words were not completely wrong. Do you know how people react when they know that I married a homosexual? First of all, they think that I must be a bad woman, otherwise why does he have to marry me instead of other people? It is him who is clearly wrong, but I am also evil, dirty and sick in other people's eyes! "

The smile of love is bitter and astringent, and the words that have been suppressed for a long time finally come out: "those friends and relatives who know about this not only don't help me, but also think I'm stupid, think I deserve it, think I'm abnormal. But actually, I'm the victim! In addition to marriage, I met a man who didn't love me. I'm not wrong! "

Over there, Song Wen is talking to Zhongqing. Zhongqing takes the card and nods. Then Yu Guang looks at Lu Siyu. The handsome little criminal policeman was putting on his shoes. These two policemen are a little difficult, as if they have seen through everything for a long time.

Lu Si language also saw almost, take the initiative to walk toward the door. When he came to the door and changed his shoes, he suddenly stopped.

Looking at the time, Song Wen took out a business card from his pocket and said to Zhong: "OK, don't disturb me. This is my business card. If you think of any relevant clues, you can call our bureau at any time, or you can go to the police station to find us. According to the regulations, the remains need to be kept for a period of time before they can be cremated... "

Song Wen knew in his heart that the juicer originally put here should be the one on the spot in terms of size and shape. He watched Lu Siyu peering around the kitchen all the time. After he went in, he didn't get ready to come out. It seemed that he was going to say in the next second whether I could borrow your microwave oven to heat a meal. He was very worried about affecting the glorious image of the people's police.

"Oh, there was a juicer. I bought it to squeeze juice for my son. Lin Zhenghua used it several times and thought it was good, so he took it away. I don't know where he took it. I always wanted to buy another one, but I always forgot." Love is a detailed answer, the answer is perfect.

Lu Siyu looks at it here for a few times, and seems to lose interest. Then he floats to the kitchen with his bag on his back. He points to the countertop of the kitchen and asks, "there is a juicer in this position." The countertop has been yellow for many years. In one of the positions, the color is different from other parts, and even an arc mark can be seen around it.

Song Wen's eyes fell on Lin Shang's desk, which was full of learning tools. On one side of the desk, he pasted several awards.

Fondly said: "he has no feelings for me, but he is good for his son. After all, he is my father. Before today, I still had a fluke mentality and didn't tell him about his father's death I don't know how to speak. " At this point, the expression of embarrassment appeared on the loving face. After all, this is not a glorious thing.

Lu Siyu also came over and looked at it carefully. One of the photos was a little crooked. He blinked his eyes and couldn't help stretching out his hand to arrange the photos in order.

Song Wen goes in and looks at the photo wall of Lin Shang's room. There are several photos on the photo wall, all of which are group photos of a family of three. Some children took him to the playground when they were young, some went to the museum when they were old, and another one gave Lin Shang a birthday by Zhong Qing and Lin Zhenghua. The family in the photo is nothing unusual compared with the ordinary family.

"This is my room. My son lives in this one. Lin Zhenghua doesn't come back often. If he comes back, he will stay in the guest room." This is a brief introduction to love. They are husband and wife, but they live like two tenants under the same roof.

This sentence is too modest. The room is very tidy. It can be seen from the whole residence that there are few traces of Lin Zhenghua.

The house is a six story old-fashioned building, living on the fourth floor, with a large area, three bedrooms, two living rooms, one kitchen and one bathroom. There are balconies in front and back. After they changed disposable slippers, they went to one side and poured them two glasses of water. It seems that she has recovered from her dead husband's inquiry and just now, and she is indifferent as usual: "there is no room at home It's a bit of a mess because of the frequent visitors. "

Song Wen is most familiar with the terrain of Nancheng. He has drawn a map in his heart. Such a location can form an equilateral triangle with Lin Zhenghua's company. It can take more than ten minutes to drive to these places.

My favorite residence is not too far from the funeral home, only about 15 minutes away, not far from the room I rented before.

Three people got on the police car, Song Wen driving, Lu Siyu sitting in the co driver, love sitting in the back, this woman seems to have been immersed in the mood just now, the back seat from time to time came low sobs. Song Wen didn't want to push her too hard and didn't ask her any more questions. He can go through the process to apply for a search of his favorite residence, but he would like to be surprised. Only in this way can he obtain more hidden truth.Fondly looked at Lu Siyu, who kneaded his stomach with one hand. She was really hungry. She didn't say anything more. She reported an address. If the police wanted to go, how could she be stopped as a woman?

This is a euphemism, Song Wen pretended not to understand: "we are just on the way, will not delay for long, my colleagues are in a hurry to eat."

"This..." Love hesitated for a moment, "there is a bit of chaos at home..."

"Can I take you home and drop by your house?" Song Wen asked.

"I just took a taxi. I can't drive..." Love just washed face, but the whole person has a bit of panic, no longer just calm, she said with a wet hand stroked hair.

As soon as they reached an agreement here, Zhongqing came out of the bathroom. Song Wen went up to her and asked her, "Ms. Zhong, how did you come here?"

After bargaining, Lu Siyu nodded.

Song Wen said that while he felt that his leader was really wronged. He was clearly a criminal police captain, but now he is working as a nanny, isn't he? However, no matter how vigorous he was, he could make a good speech. When Lu Siyu's good-looking eyes fixed on him, he became like a nemesis and had no fighting power.

“…… How did the police school teach it? More than two persons must be present in the process of law enforcement. " Song Wen looked at him for another hour and a half, and then he said, "I'll hold him back for another hour and a half."

"Or I'll go by myself..." Lu Siyu made a suggestion.

Looking at him almost lying on the table, Song Wen was extremely helpless. He gave up his temper and discussed with him kindly: "wait, can you find a convenience store?"

"I didn't look at my watch. About two or three o'clock." Lu Siyu is a master who can't save three meals a day even if the sky collapses. He can't help but be hungry. His biological clock is extremely accurate. Just at the time of the meal, he is like an inflatable doll with air removed, and the whole person loses his look.

“……” Song Wen is very big. "Ancestor, what time did you sleep yesterday?"

Lu Siyu nodded and shook the advanced Japanese bento box in his black backpack.

Song Wen was a little familiar with Lu Siyu's expression now. He raised his watch and looked up. Sure enough, it's 12:01. It's dinner time again. He was a little helpless to guess what Lu Siyu wanted to do. He frowned and said, "little ancestor, you don't want to have a hot meal in the funeral home, do you?"

Lu Siyu sat aside and bowed his head for a while. He suddenly whispered and asked Song Wen, "team song, can I ask you something?"

Two people were silent for a moment. They didn't know the same wife group. It seems that every homosexual will encounter this problem when they reach a certain age. Do they choose a woman to marry or continue to choose the one they love? After all, only a few people can get married abroad. If they don't get married, whether they have a stable partner or not, this kind of de facto marriage may not be recognized for a lifetime. Some homosexuals compromise, and the same wife becomes a victim.

Without waiting for Song Wen and Lu Siyu to answer, she got up and went to the bathroom.

When she said this sentence, her shoulders trembled, as if to vent the pressure of more than ten years. This time, she cried not for Lin Zhenghua, but for her life in the past ten years. She seemed to cry for a while, then she found her gaffe and hid her face and said, "excuse me, can I go to the bathroom?"

"You are probably not familiar with a word called" tongqi. ". I don't know what kind of group this is and what kind of life we are living. Don't focus your superficial understanding on us. The lives of our wives are far more miserable than you think. " Speaking of this, she tried to smile again. It seems that the docile woman no longer exists. Instead, she is a vicious woman. She is hysterical. "After he died, I was more relieved than sad..."

"You're right. I want to divorce more than once or twice, but if I could, I would have. The old man, life, son, family, all things together, I can't leave if I want to

Lu Siyu, who was wearing half of his shoes, suddenly raised his head and gave her a smile. He didn't expect that this man's smile would be more beautiful. He was crazy for a moment.

Lu Siyu stretched out his hand, as if inadvertently, his slender fingers crossed a pair of men's shoes on the ground

At this time, it happened that Song Wen turned around. At that moment, he didn't see the love behind him, but it seemed that he suddenly thought of something. His face was as white as paper Net, net, you should remember to collect or remember, report mistakes, ask for books, find books and chat with book friends: