Live From The Murder Scene

Not long after the firmament went out, the sky was covered by a huge cloud. The sun retracted into the dark clouds, casting a shadow.

She called a taxi, and after giving her name, she closed her eyes and leaned on the seat to wait.

The location of the Fan Huai incident was located in a commercial area near the edge of the city. After years of development, there are relatively mature commercial districts around, and there are several colleges and universities nearby, the flow of people is fairly stable. But more than ten years ago, this place was just a new economic development zone, and it was not as popular as it is today. There are still many old-fashioned buildings, and it can be seen that they were deserted.

On the back of the bustling street, there are all kinds of old buildings in disrepair and staggered roads.

Qiu Cang paid the fare, bought a few white chrysanthemums in a small flower shop on the side of the street, and walked in along the winding alleys.

The mobile phone positioning has lost its effectiveness in the face of such complicated and detailed terrain. The firmament looks at the irregular bifurcations, and is a little confused.

The planning of this old town is not very reasonable. Many houses do not have house numbers in front of them, or they are obviously neighboring houses. Because of a corner, the house number has changed significantly.

After walking around the community for half an hour and adding the hints of the map, she finally got acquainted with several key locations and their routes to each other.

——The camera shop opened by Mrs. Sun, Ma Chenggong’s old house, the place where the man dressed in clothing similar to Fan Huai appeared, and the death scene of the victim reporter. These positions, strangely, are not in the same position.

Qiu Cang planned out the space map of this district in her mind, and various lines of different lengths began to interweave before her eyes, and finally spliced ​​into a more intuitive plan than map software.

The firmament used the umbrella tip to connect several places on the half-empty map, and led to the exit of the main block. She looked at the final zigzag lines and showed a smile.

An elderly lady next to her was sitting at the door with a small bench in the sun. She kept watching her stop inexplicably, looking far away, waving an umbrella, and grinning strangely. Sympathy for the fool rose in her heart.

Blame the poor. Young.

Seeing the sky, she continued to walk inside, and stopped her: "Little girl, where are you going?"

The firmament noticed her existence, pointed forward, and said, "Ahead."

"There is a house in front of the renovation. The road is blocked by sand. You can't pass from here." The old lady shook her hand and reminded with a strong local accent, "The people who have died before are fierce and barren. The road is long It's sealed, do you want to go there? You have to go around. That way, go there."

Qiu Cang glanced in the direction she was pointing, and did not go over immediately. Instead, the tip of the umbrella pointed to the ground, approached and chatted with her: "Grandma, have you lived here for a long time?"

"Yes." The old lady nodded, her response was a little slow, and it took a while to receive her message, and replied, "I have been in this old place for decades. Where can I move? I can't move it."

The firmament squatted down so that she could look at herself and asked: "Then when people died here, were you there?"

"Yeah. I haven't seen it." Her lips moved, she made a few unexplained muffled hums in her mouth, and said, "I heard that the death was very bad...I didn't see it...it's too scary." "

Most of the people living in this area are the elderly and children, and the young people have already rushed to more glamorous places. They may have lived here all their lives, knowing everything about this alley.

The old lady bent down, picked up the dustpan from the ground, and fiddled with the beans on it with her dry hands. Glancing at her and saying, "You also come to inquire about this."

"Anyone else?" Qiu Cang's eyes rolled, and he realized, "Reporter and the police, right? This incident has indeed received attention recently."

"It's not the same, it's different from them." The old lady Nu Nuu mouth, gestured to the white chrysanthemum beside the sky, "not to inquire, but to send flowers."

The firmament was slightly surprised, and looked down at the white chrysanthemum in his hand. The faint scent floats in the air, and you can smell a hint of fragrance when you get closer.

The family members of the victims generally go to the grave for worship, and not many people choose to return to the place of death to mourn. The past is too painful, I am afraid that I will be hurt.

People who come to this kind of place are mostly unbearable and guilty people. She may not be able to visit the tombstone calmly, and at the same time return to this place time and time again, trying to find the source of this tragedy.

Qiu Tian's fingers tightened, and the plastic wrapping paper outside the bouquet was wrinkled and deformed.

She could guess who that person was, so she couldn't help but lower her voice and asked, "Does she come here often?"

"What is a sutra..." The old lady said that the dentures almost slipped out. She hurriedly pushed them with her hands and placed them in a good position before continuing, "I will make time to come over several times a year, put flowers on them, or help. Clean it up. It’s messy and dirty. She has to work for a long time every time she comes. I don’t know who she is. Seeing how sad she is, it must be the girl’s family... Oh, but she has been a long time. I haven't come here. I haven't seen her this year."

Qiu Cang realized that he didn't know Jiang Ling very well. I don't know what the thin-looking woman has been doing and what responsibilities she is trying to bear. She always faces others with a smile that seems to be inclusive of all things, and leaves the harshest and even **** side to herself.

She left a lot to the sky, but it was a pity that the sky didn't understand at that time. Like many people, she didn't understand what was behind her care and gentleness, so she couldn't do anything for her.

It was not until later that Clumsy as she began to be surrounded by more and more violent shame-"That is the shame of a lucky person to an unfortunate person."

Tiancang's throat was dry, and after a long while he said in a low voice, "She won't be able to come anymore."

The old lady sighed in sorrow, and shook her head unfortunately: "I'm still so young."

She remembered something, and then said: "A couple of young men also went in just now, dressed in mysterious clothes, do you know?"

Qiu Cang was stunned, tilted his head to look into the depths of the alley, tightening the corners of his lips, and then vaguely replied: "It should be. I'll go and see."

Holding the bouquet in one hand, the firmament turned to the location pointed by the old lady, and after a few turns, he arrived at the crime scene smoothly.

The location of the reporter's death is now rarely seen. It is actually not far from the main road behind. At that time, the deceased should have run in from the opposite street to avoid the rain, but suffered misfortune. After she was killed, the entire trail was temporarily closed for investigation, and the nearby residents moved out because they could not overcome psychological obstacles. This road is so completely deserted.

Because no one cleaned it, the mottled high walls on the left and right were covered with green moss, and the air smelled of nasty sewage. The ground is pitted and bumpy, and some residents throw abandoned furniture here. They can’t clean it up, leaving a few moldy wooden boards.

The firmament is standing in the small pavilion, or it should be called the rain shed more appropriate. She stood in front of the steps, unable to restore the appearance of this dilapidated building more than ten years ago.

After so long, clues are unlikely to remain on the scene.

She gently placed the flower on the ground, looked around, found the pedestrian's footprint on the ground, and followed the direction of the footprint.

The firmament did not walk fast, quietly sorting out his thoughts. She didn't worry, if Fan Huai wanted to see her, he would definitely wait for her in front.

She used her umbrella to make a rhythmic tap on the ground, and when she passed a corner, she saw a pair of black shoes unexpectedly.

The firmament looked upwards inch by inch, and finally fixed on Fan Huai's face wearing a mask.

When we met last time, the firmament had no chance to look at it, this time I had a chance to see clearly.

Fan Huai's hair was longer than it was before he disappeared, and it slightly blocked his eyes. The figure was also thinner, so that the eye contour became deeper. Standing upright, smooth muscle lines and unremovable guards made him look like a lone wolf waiting to meet him.

The firmament stood opposite him, quietly staring at him, but couldn't read his thoughts from his eyes.

There seemed to be a lot of things hidden in his eyes, and there seemed to be nothing. It was as dark as a whirlpool, so that people could no longer spy.

The firmament turned his gaze and looked behind him. A low-key girl, standing not far away, wearing a wide-brimmed hat, hiding in the shadows, looked at them from time to time.

Fan Huai was able to evade the police search and completely hid in City A, saying that it is absolutely impossible without anyone to help. But the firmament did not expect to be such a little girl.

Qiu Cang smiled, and felt surprised to herself. When meeting Fan Huai again, her first sentence would be: "Every time you meet with a girl by your side, it seems that you have a good relationship with the opposite sex."

"A friend," Fan Huai said in a deep voice, "you still like to joke."

His voice sounded a bit strange to the firmament, so that firmament fell into silence after ridiculing this sentence.

She didn't know what to say next, all the words that could be used for greetings didn't hold up to them.

--"is it going well?"

It can't be good.

--"how are things?"

Not very optimistic.

-"What are your plans for the future?"

Revenge to reverse the case.

None of them are appropriate.

The firmament decided to use the spirit of Mrs. He and asked: "Lack of money?"

Fan Huai said: "There is no shortage."

Firmament: "Oh."

Gone.

So poor that there is only a small amount of money left.

For a long time, the firmament discarded all kinds of unrealistic ideas and said: "Come back."

No ups and downs, no excitement, just the most common advice, but with reassuring power.

Fan Huai said in pain, "I can't come back."

He thought he would walk in the darkness forever, leaving at most a blurred background. As long as he walks into the sun, he will be shattered like a ghost.

Ten years of prison and stigma have left an indelible mark on him. His living habits, thoughts and thoughts all proved that he had lived as a prisoner. The better his memory, the more unable to heal.

Fan Huai lowered his head, and his whole person was overwhelmed by a shadow: "Sometimes it is very painful to know too much. I have to face my mistakes clearly."

"What's your fault?" The firmament slowly told him, "It's not your fault."

Fan Huai whispered: "It's my fault."

Fan Huai hated this place extremely, it signaled the beginning of his tragedy. As soon as he stood on this street, he felt cramped and suffocated. Jiang Ling came back again and again, hoped again and again, and left with regret again and again. Her trust in herself may have been consumed in every corner of this street a long time ago, only the stubbornness of being a mother still persists. Therefore, she chose to leave.

It's all because of him.

The firmament said to him in a tone of assurance that he had never had before, "I will reverse the case for you. Many people are helping you. Give me another month."

Fan Huai's eyelids twitched, and he stepped forward and grabbed one of her arms, and keenly asked, "Do you already know it? The person behind Tian Zhaohua."

Qiu Cang licked his back teeth with the tip of his tongue, and did not immediately answer.

"Tell me." Fan Huai saw her hesitation, and an emotion that was suppressed to the limit surged over her body. "Teacher, if you really want to help me, then tell me!"

The firmament felt a tingling pain in her arm, and she calmly said, "Then tell me what you want to do first."

Fan Huai asked, "Didn't you say that I can trust you?"

Qiu Cang felt that every question in front of Fan Huai was difficult to answer.

Fan Huai did not urge, and time passed between the two. Gradually, he released his hand and took a step back.

Qiu Cang considered it, and said: "The addict you followed last time..."

Fan Huai interrupted midway: "I didn't mean him."

Qiuqiang's throat was dry, but she still swallowed unconsciously. Finally, she confessed: "There is a small amount of evidence that points to Li Lingsong."

"Li Lingsong..." Fan Huai murmured the name, his thoughts gradually drifting away.

He felt his heart beating faster, and when he reached a certain frequency, he almost jumped out of his chest. The soul that had been silent for a long time began to scream, to tear the man who pushed him into the abyss.

Qiu Cang took a step closer to him and realized that something was wrong with him: "Fan Huai?"

"I know him." Fan Huai's body seemed to be shaking, but his voice couldn't hear any violence. "He came to prison to see me. I have been in contact with my mother and An An."

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He Chuanzhou finished signing and glanced inside. The guard in charge of the guard smiled and motioned for her to go straight in.

As a criminal policeman who runs frequently, He Chuanzhou has become familiar with them. She took off her slim coat, hung it on her arm, and walked into the room.

Ding Xihua sat inside with his head tilted and twitched at the corner of her mouth perfunctorily.

He asked: "Where is the firmament?"

"Don't forget, I caught you." He Chuanzhou didn't get angry because of his deliberate disdain. He sat down opposite him and said with the same sarcasm, "Take your arrogance away, you are defeated. "

Ding Xihua raised his hand and touched his hair.

The average prisoner wouldn't ask to be cut so short, but he almost shaved his head.

When he felt a burr, Ding Xihua smiled and said: "Look, I always forget that I have no hair."

He Chuanzhou sits casually, comfortingly said: "Don't worry, you will lose more and more things."

Ding Xihua lacks empathy, and to some extent, he has a good temper. He said lightly: "I just used it to alert myself, don't make the same mistake again."

"Your first mistake has not been resolved, so don't stay in jail too much." He Chuanzhou took out a photo, pasted it on the glass window, and showed it to Ding Xihua. She asked: "Did you meet Li Lingsong?"

Ding Xihua lifted his chin.

"Li Lingsong?" He fixed his gaze on the opponent's face. After thinking about it, he shook his head and said, "I think it's not him."

He Chuanzhou frowned and asked: "Why?"

Ding Xihua didn't cooperate very much and said, "Why are there so many things?"

He Chuanzhou held the photo, leaned back on the back of the chair, and stared at him scorchingly.

With a clear murderous look and irritability in her eyes, Ding Xihua was stared at by her and laughed instead, holding both hands up and surrendering: "I understand, I understand. But that is really just a feeling."

"What feels? I don't think you are a person who follows your feelings." He Chuanzhou said coldly, "Don't use feelings to deal with me a third time. Such things are meaningless."

Ding Xihua leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, and thinking for a while, through the glass, he pointed to the photo that was turned over by her.

"Li Lingsong, as a well-known professor of University D, did come to me and wanted me to assist him in completing a research project in social psychology. Besides me, there were several students from the Student Union. But he did not say anything to me. Strange words, just simply chat with me for a while..." Ding Xihua said, his voice faded, and he sneered, "It seems that no matter how senior psychologists are, they must follow the program. I don't like being tested. It feels like this, so it was stopped midway."

He Chuanzhou asked: "Then what?"

"Hmm..." Ding Xihua looked away and recalled, "He didn't give up, he kept trying to contact me. Before my father had an accident, he tried to talk to me several times, pretending to have inadvertently communicated with me about juvenile crime and special The question of how people should integrate into society..."

He Chuanzhou keenly said: "He knows what happened to you before?"

"I don't know." Ding Xihua paused, "I mean, I don't know."

He Chuanzhou felt that he was too nervous, he slowed down, nodded and said, "You continue."

Ding Xihua spread his hands: "I have nothing to continue."

He didn't need Li Lingsong to tell him how to treat juvenile delinquency. Someone had contacted him earlier and passed such information to him. In addition, he knows how a psychologist will approach patients and enter topics. He looked at Li Lingsong pretending to be a third person in front of him, but he secretly found it ridiculous, and he was also looking back at the performance of this industry leader.

Ding Xihua calmly stated: "Li Lingsong, although his system is somewhat similar to that person, they hold different views. Based on the mastery of the same subject, they have different understandings. Their views will be revealed inadvertently. In addition to the knowledge of psychology, Li Lingsong's self-consciousness is more biased towards Confucianism, and has a taste of'self-denial and ritual'. And that person, not."

The people behind the scenes will instigate, encourage, and prompt him to stand on a dangerous blade. That person will tell him that a genius is a genius, different from the world. Separate him from the social group and watch him fall from a height.

Ding Xihua talked in a trance, and was once again drawn into that ridiculous past. He raised his eyelids and met He Chuanzhou's sober eyes, before regaining his gaze, and then tauntingly continued: "But, who knows this? Now that I think about it, the timing of Li Lingsong's appearance is indeed strange. This may be his other. An experiment. A loyalty experiment? A sobriety experiment? Confirming the progress of the plan? Or other selection criteria. In all respects, he is really a perfectly qualified person. Captain He, what do you think?"

He Chuanzhou replied word by word without emotion: "Don't look at it very much. Verify one by one. Exclude one by one. What's the responsibility."

Ding Xihua laughed softly: "People like you are actually quite terrible."

He Chuanzhou disagrees: "As long as they don't break the law, I will be a good friend of the people."

She picked up the clothes hung on the back of the chair and stood up and said, "If there is nothing to add, I will leave today. You should make good changes."

"Rock-paper-scissors, the simplest and most complex model problem."

When He Chuanzhou walked to the door, the male voice behind suddenly said.

"When the opponent said, ‘Next, I’m going to publish it.’ With one more condition, a simple permutation and combination problem turned into a complex model with fuzzy data and uncertain probability."

He Chuanzhou turned around.

Ding Xihua lowered his head slightly, his eyes surging darkly, and he said meaningfully: "I hope this time, you won't catch the wrong person again."

He Chuanzhou listened to him quietly, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly: "Thanks for granted. However, I have always regarded this game of probability as gambling. Public officials are strictly prohibited from gambling. This is what you are today. The reason for sitting here."

The crisp closing sound of the door became the end of the dialogue between the two.

·

The firmament looked at Fan Huai. To be honest, sometimes she can see her shadow from Fan Huai's body. Whether it is a lonely life or a prejudiced environment, there are so many overlapping parts.

So she couldn't watch Fan Huai drifting away.

Qiu Cang patiently said to him: "It is not strange that Li Lingsong has seen them. He is one of my elders and an authority in the industry. It is very common for Jiang Ling to ask him for help."

Fan Huai began to resist: "I will confirm it myself."

Firmament: "Your own verification? Then what do you want to do?"

"The price." Fan Huai turned sideways and broke every word. "He should be responsible for what he has done. Even if his life is worthless."

The firmament took a deep breath, not knowing what to say to him.

"...Fan Huai, this society has rules."

Fan Huai said coldly and sternly: "Can you live well by respecting the rules?"

Qiuqiang: "Although it is cruel to you to say this, but... the development of human social order is all born out of painful foundations."

Fan Huai laughed self-deprecatingly: "So why me? Selecting some people to sacrifice is also the order of human development?"

"Fan Huai. Some things can't be changed anymore." The firmament soothed, "It will be better, I promise you."

A flash of water flashed in Fan Huai's eyes. He quickly closed his eyelids, discarded his weakness, and shook his head: "Guaranteed is the most useless thing. I'm going to find my own answer."

Fan Huai put on his hat, covered his entire face, and walked away.

The firmament called out from behind: "Fan Huai."

The girl in the distance looked at them nervously.

"Fan Huai!"

Fan Huai took two steps, but finally hesitated and stopped.

The firmament quickly followed, hung the umbrella on his wrist, and took out a business card from his pocket.

She smoothed the curled part of the corner, handed it over and said, "... Jiang Ling and Fan An's tombs are here. Go and see when you have time."

Fan Huai stood on the spot like a rock, as if this was a very difficult move. After a long preparation, he stretched out his hand from his pocket, his fingertips trembled, took the business card, and pinched it in the palm of his hand.

"I believe in you." Qiyun said in a low voice, "just like you believe in me."

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From this chapter to 120 chapters, 500 red envelopes will be issued for each chapter~

After sorting it out, I readjusted the outline and decided to put Fan Huai’s case at the end and make a copy of the teachers and students who participated in the perfection at the end, so the detailed reasoning related to the current case will be reserved. Now Finish off first so that the overall look is clearer and coherent.

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