Criminal Investigation Notes

When I got outside, I finally stopped being so cold.

In the basement before, Lu Siyu's psychological discomfort had long surpassed the physical abnormality. Once he got outside, he was silent after breathing heavily for air.

It’s getting dark in the summer, and it’s dusk. The surroundings have begun to darken. The dense smoke from the factory next door makes the sky seem not transparent, and the whole world is covered in half light and half darkness. .With the arrival of the police, it was no longer quiet, and the sound of footsteps and the barking of police dogs shredded the silence.

That sense of unreality disappeared, and this world was like a foreign world rising from the ground, being visited again by people.

As Lu Siyu watched the people coming and going, his body temperature gradually warmed up. He took a few bites of biscuits that Fu Linjiang turned over from the car, drank some warm water, and wiped off the blood stains on his hands with a paper towel. Sitting on the steps with a coat that Fu Linjiang turned over from the police car.

The yard was full of busy police, and there were a few co-policemen who helped block the scene. Lu Siyu just watched them busy, and Junxiu's face was expressionless, as if he was not the one who was flustered just now.

Song Wen wrapped the wound on his head, and briefly talked to Fu Linjiang about what he had come over. He changed the version a bit and only said that Lu Siyu was called by him.

Fu Linjiang brought enough people to lock up the entire Wushan Nursing Home. There were also some police dogs looking for suspicious things. They did find some cameras here.The mysterious people evacuated first, leaving only some messy footprints in the backyard.

When everything was arranged, Song Wen came back, and he saw Lu Siyu sitting on the doorstep, his figure looked thinner and thinner under the setting sun.

Lu Siyu Qingjun has no expression on his face, with his head down, his chin pointed, a bit like a child waiting for an adult to come home, but it makes people feel that he can't wait for the person he wants to wait.

Song Wen hurriedly walked a few steps and came to Lu Siyu's side.

Lu Siyu's face was still white, and his eyes were lost. He didn't know what he was thinking, but he gave people a feeling of intoxicating fireworks. The whole person was like a glass of clear water, very clean.Song Wen stretched out his hand and rubbed his hair: "Come back to work tomorrow, and the process will be fixed later."

Only then did Lu Siyu come back to his senses, blinked and raised his head and asked: "Why? Keep my job?"

Song Wen sighed and explained: "Anyway, you are also tossing around by yourself. Instead of doing that, it is better to be where I can see you."

"And..." Song Wen knelt down and looked into his eyes directly, "I need you."

He needs him.

Song Wen must admit that Lu Siyu's presence will be of great help to the investigation of the case.Now this case has been determined to be able to be combined with the case 18 years ago. With such a big matter, the pressure on their team will not be small.If Lu Siyu is there, they can get to the answer faster.

Lu Siyu originally felt that he was still cold and all kinds of feelings were not very real. This sentence brought him to reality.It seemed that a warm current gushed out from the heart, warming his body: "Look back at Doctor Zhou's side..."

Song Wendao: "I will accompany you."

Lu Siyu lowered his head and was silent for a moment, and then said: "Team Song, I want to see where Xia Weiwei lived."

Since we are all here, it would be a pity not to visit it.

Zhang Peicai had been here more than once before the accident. Those mysterious people were monitored here, and there must be secrets here.

Under the setting sun, everything seemed to be dyed with a thick blood color, even the sky was like a good red jadeite. When no train passed, it was like an old land sealed by a spell. When passing through those buildings, I could only hear my own footsteps and the occasional calls of police dogs.

Room 307 in the staff dormitory building, where Xia Weiwei lived, Song Wen had seen photos of this room more than once in that file.When he arrived at the door of the room, Song Wen checked and confirmed that it was safe before letting Lu Siyu in.

There is a small one-room room in front of me. The wall is mottled. The layout of the room is in the style popular 20 years ago. Now it looks a little conservative. There is a bed at one end of the room, and a bookshelf and desk on the other. And a chair.Now the setting sun is about to end, with orange-red sunlight projecting in from the outside windows, drawing long blood shadows to everything.

There was a box of sugar in the corner of the table, which had already been air-dried, and the water cup was covered with dust.There are women’s rubber bands at the corner of the table, small black hairpins, some simple daily necessities, nail clippers, makeup mirrors, and a wooden comb with a few strands of hair. Once, Xia Weifang was sitting at this table. On, lying on this bed, she thought of the cruel things in her heart, and carried out one by one.

There is a wardrobe beside the bed, and there are still a few pieces of clothing left in it, all of which are women's clothes. You can see that the owner is graceful.

Lu Siyu's gaze fell on the table, and there were some scratches on it, which were carved one by one by long nails.From top to bottom, from old to new.He searched the house carefully, and then found that there was no trace of a man before...

Song Wen's gaze fell on those bookshelves, and his fingers swept across books one after another. These books were searched by the police more than once, and they are still here. There must be no clues long ago, but he Seeing the bibliography, he couldn’t help but check it. He wanted to get close to Xia’s unknown logic. In addition to some nursing and professional related books, there are also some psychology books. Many books have turned yellow pages. Remnant.

Lu Siyu wiped the ashes on the table with a paper towel, and then leaned on the table: "Team Song, do you think someone like Xia Weiqi, this kind of monster, is it congenital or acquired?"

The issue of congenital murder or acquired crime has been debated for a long time since ancient times.

Especially when encountering those unmoved and cruel children who have been murdering since they were a few or teenagers, the cruelty they revealed is enough to make adults shudder.

Song Wen thought of these controversies in criminal psychology. He opened his mouth and said: "I don't agree with either point of view. I only know that even if someone is driven to a desperate situation by the acquired environment, they will not do anything to harm others. It's a bit cruel, and it has nothing to do with age." After talking about this, Song Wen turned to look at Lu Siyu, "Do you think there is a truly perfect murder in this world?"

Lu Siyu whispered: "I think the real trouble is not to kill, but to make the traces on the body disappear."

Song Wen continued to ask him: "Then what do you think is the least way to leave a trace?"

With the advancement of criminal investigation technology, it has become more and more difficult to kill without leaving a trace. Physical evidence, personal evidence, surveillance, footprints, fingerprints, bloodstains, these things that could not determine the identity of a suspect in the past have now been used in daily life. In the detective.Song Wen is a bit thankful that he is living in such an era, rather than the technologically backward past. With the gradual upgrade of technological means, more murderers have nowhere to hide.

Lu Siyu tilted his head to ponder for a moment. The setting sun outside the window reflected his pale and handsome face. His eyes were as quiet as amber, and they were bottomless: "I know that there is a sea area with big waves, and there are rocks below. When I look down, it is pitch black, like a whirlpool, throwing people into the sea from there, the corpses will never rise again, no one is alive, no one is seen. In our country, there are also many inaccessible people. Deep in the mountains and old forests, those underground, maybe there are bones."

Lu Siyu sighed softly while speaking, and turned his eyes to the window: "It is not too difficult for a person to disappear. This kind of disappearance case is much more difficult to investigate than a murder case. There are dead bodies in murder cases. Now, there are clues to follow, but if people don’t know where they went, there are many clues that can’t be found. For ten days, one month, six months, the missing person will soon be forgotten by others and the world. No one Will go to him, and no one can find him."

The earth is too big, and there are always horns that people can’t find. Whether it’s deep underground, remote wells, or the deep sea that humans can’t reach, it’s like a gloomy trap that can take small humans at any time. Swallow it in.

I tried my best and couldn't find it.

Lu Siyu’s voice was soft, but he said extremely cruel things. Song Wen put down a copy of "Common Illness Care for the Elderly" and thought for a while: "I understand what you mean, because it is missing and has not found the substance. Regardless of his family, the police, he will always be lucky. And there are too many possibilities for disappearance. In many cases, the unsolved cases are lost to persistence and time. "

The Nancheng police have also come into contact with some missing cases. There is a thick stack of missing persons files. Only the police know that the number of missing persons in the country is actually a huge number. Most cases of missing persons have been missing for too long and no missing persons have appeared again. Most of these people are dead, dead in a corner of the earth that their loved ones do not know.

It was like the current Xia Unknown, they could not confirm whether she was alive or dead, and where she was.

The two of them calmed down for a while, Song Wen continued to search for the things in the room, while Lu Siyu was biting his finger nails, where he muttered to himself the words Wu Qing told him before. "This is not the end of everything, but the beginning of everything... Then, what will be the beginning?"

Song Wen listened to him repeating this sentence, and he was taken aback for a moment, and stopped the action in his hand: "What does this sentence mean? Start? How can something 18 years ago be the beginning of things now?" Then he Looking down at a copy of "How to Determine Early Alzheimer's Disease" in his hand, "At that time, the person involved was either old or dead."

For the elderly who are in their dying years, there are not many years to live. When many people live in this nursing home, they have no plans to go out.

When Song Wen said this sentence unintentionally, he suddenly turned on Lu Siyu. He stopped biting his hands and raised his head, "I want to understand, it's a child!"

Eighteen years, for the elderly, it is heading towards death, but for children, it is the way to grow up. Xia Weimei’s method of killing has been evolved and inherited. The elderly cannot do it, but children can do it!As long as it can span a long enough time, reincarnation and circulation can begin.

Eighteen years later, the child grows up and becomes a new beginning, like a reincarnation.

Song Wen was taken aback for a moment, frowned slightly, and turned to look at Lu Siyu: "But according to police records, Xia does not know that he has no children."

Now it was the day and night, and the last sunlight became more and more red. The light shone on Lu Siyu's face through the window, staining his pale skin with blood. He blinked and said softly: "Sometimes there is no record, things may also exist." Then he couldn't help but follow this train of thought.

"Before, when I was reviewing Xia Weiqi’s life, there were always some important links missing. Some things didn’t make sense, but if this assumption was true, everything would make sense. Xia Weiwei was forced to talk to men during school. A relationship happened. She became pregnant because of this accident and then gave birth to a child. Because of these things, she could not be assigned to the hospital. She did not recognize the child and did not take it home, so she was raised in this nursing home."

Lu Siyu closed his eyes for a moment, then opened his eyes and looked at this blood-colored room, as if he had constructed a picture of mother and child or mother and daughter living together in his mind.He continued to reason softly. To be precise, this was no longer reasoning, but brainstorming, conceiving all possibilities.In the abandoned room, his voice was clear, nice and slightly low, as if he was just telling the story that happened in this nursing home and this room.

"She resents that man, she resents herself, and she resents her children. When she abuses and kills those old people, she doesn't evade the existence of her children, and even involves her children. This man still disrupts her life from time to time. After the Dongchuang incident, this The man helped her escape and took her and the child away. Eighteen years later, the child grew up and inherited the mantle of Xia Weiqi. Because of his childhood experience, he began to follow the same path as Xia Weiqi. Only then did Zhang Pei discover Because of this, he was killed by him." With this analysis, everything can be explained. Xia Weiqi has a criminal motive, and Zhang Peicai's case has a reasonable cause.

"This relationship is between inheritance and inheritance, but the methods of killing have evolved, and the reasons for killing have changed, making it more difficult to catch."

The existence of that man, Lu Siyu should have been righted by Boss Cao, but he can't tell Song Wen the reason, and can only be used as his own reasoning and assumption.

After listening to him, Song Wen took a few shots and said: "The reasoning is reasonable, but I still have that opinion. It is impossible for the police to miss such important information."

Lu Siyu calmed down, his sharpened chin tapped lightly and whispered: "Yes. It was the case of Teacher Wu. They couldn't make such an obvious mistake."

Lu Siyu felt that Song Wen's opinion was correct.Someone must have thought of the things he could think of now, and let alone other things, if Xia Weiwei had really given birth, there would be no record.Everyone in the nursing home should not be unaware of this.

Lu Siyu was stuck by his own logic, and dropped his eyelashes down there again. He habitually put his fingers in his mouth, and his fingers were soaked with blood, stained with blood. The smell did not disgust him. , It made him excited.

For a while, Song Wen thought that Lu Siyu was asleep, but the sound of biting his nails from the corner told him that Lu Siyu was still awake at this time, just thinking about the problem.

Lu Siyu quickly passed through the clues he knew and the clues Song Wen had told him. What was wrong?

Where is their reasoning error?

The house was quickly searched by Song Wen, the dust was up, and the smell was a little choking. Song Wen walked to the window of the house, opened the latch, and pushed the window open.

At this time, it’s almost dark outside. With the rest of the sunset, this angle can give you a panoramic view of the entire nursing home, the administration building, the intensive care building, the activity hall, the canteen...

Song Wen's right eyelid suddenly twitched, and he suddenly felt that the picture in front of him was so familiar.

The scene in front of him formed a complete picture in his mind, and the picture seemed familiar.

Song Wen suddenly remembered something. He hurriedly searched his pocket and took out the paper from the pocket. It was given to him by Bai Luo Rui. The introduction of the Longyue Pension City project, and the colorful brochure slowly unfolded in his hands.

Song Wen discovered that the location of all the buildings on the publicity map was almost the same as the Wushan Nursing Home. Several buildings could correspond one by one. It was a larger and more complete "Wushan Nursing Home" that was almost completely reproduced.

Someone is copying this place!

Song Wen lowered his head and compared the pattern on the propaganda with the picture before him again. He said: "I seem to be able to confirm that Bai Luo Rui is in contact with this nursing home... She actually built the same one!"

Hearing this, Lu Siyu opened his eyes and walked over to look at the brochure in Song Wen's hands. The clues in his mind were connected, everything gradually became clear, and the truth was near.

Song Wen couldn't help cursing in a low voice, "Damn, I can't help but believe that Xia Weiwei has a child you just said!"

"No, Xia Weiwei has no children." Lu Siyu shook his head, "Perhaps she was pregnant, or maybe she didn't." Then he raised his eyes to Song Wen: "I seem to be sorted out..."

"How do you say?" Song Wen looked at Lu Siyu, and the tails of his hair were plated with a hint of golden in the dying sunset.

"Xia Weiwei has no children, or... her child may not have been born." Lu Siyu's eyes looked like good amber. Just now, he finally figured out the link, he let go of the bite. The hand on the lips, "That is not the end, but the beginning of everything. What we ignore is... the children living in the nursing home."

The setting sun gradually slanted, and the day was almost exhausted, as if a monster was about to swallow all the sunlight, and night was coming.