Live From The Murder Scene

The recorder has been well preserved for more than ten years. Tian Wenmian should have carefully studied it and damaged part of the outer shell, but did not damage the parts inside.

The technical investigators quickly read out the audio file completely. A group of people sat in the conference room, drew the curtains, closed the door tightly, cut off all the noise, and began to listen to the contents.

Kong Zhongling, the reporter who died tragically eleven years ago. She has the habit of carrying a recorder with her. This one is a new tool she just bought a few days before the incident. At the time of the murder, she was sitting in a shelter from the rain, recording what happened that night.

In the background, there is the sound of raindrops falling on the ground and breaking apart, mixed with various footsteps and the sound of distant car whistle. The female's low voice vibrated in the air, recreating the chaotic night with heavy rain.

She was in a good mood. After reporting on the progress of the interview that day, she sang in a low voice. Amidst the intermittent melody, the voice of a second person appeared...

The first audio is played. The mixed background sound stopped abruptly, as if the tide of the sea faded from the border, leaving only an empty sand. An empty silence appeared in the conference room, and everyone in the Criminal Investigation Detachment felt a similar, unspeakable emotion.

They pursued and searched for the truth day and night, but when the truth came peacefully, they could not accept it peacefully.

Some regrets, but also some stunned. There is a kind of happiness that has finally reached the end, and another kind of sadness that is not very satisfactory.

The case is closed.

The case can really be closed this time.

...But it's too late. Too many people left.

All this is too good for people.

In the dim light, the figures approached each other, and some small whispers gradually sounded, accompanied by rustling writing.

The technician quickly opened the recording of the previous day. Everyone was silent again, capturing the key information in the audio.

After a long time, the curtains opened again. The dazzling light shone into the window and at the same time a fresh wind poured in. The wide vision and sense of smell dispelled the dullness of the room.

Everyone cast their eyes on the front seat, waiting for He Chuanzhou's instructions.

He Chuanzhou held a black pen between his two fingers, and habitually rotated the pen body, his fingertips were drawn with a black mark. After a while, she turned over her palm and clasped the pen heavily on the table.

The crisp sound broke the silence of the room.

The not-so-tall figure stood up, straightened its back, with the majesty of a leader. She called out in a low voice: "Xie Qimeng."

Xie Qimeng stood up and answered loudly: "Yes!"

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Zhu Yanhe was extremely uncooperative, and he kept yelling when he was escorted in by the police.

"Why are you looking for me again? Why are you calling me again! Are you endless? I admit the beatings on the street, and you can't always interrogate me with other cases! Did you hear that! Hurry up! The court! Detention center!"

He was still wearing the prison uniform from the morning, and he smelled of sweat. Just after relieving from drug addiction, he didn't have much effort, and even the scratches on his neck were fresh.

The two young policemen pressed him to the front of the table irresistibly, earning his chains clang.

Xie Qimeng watched Zhu Yanhe play a rogue with cold eyes. After waiting for a while, when he saw him, he smashed the desktop with a folder and warned: "Enough, don't force me to be rude to you!"

Zhu Yanhe stopped, sniffed, and stared at him sideways. At a glance he recognized him as a relatively junior police officer, and said with a little disdain: "Why are you? What about the two women?"

Xie Qimeng sneered: "Where do you think this is? You are allowed to order? The right of residence for more than two decades may not be worthy of you. Give me a seat."

Zhu Yanhe seemed to have expected something, grinning open the corners of his mouth, showing a wanton smile. However, there is no hint of happiness in that smile, just purely stiff expression to cover up his heart.

He adjusted his posture, facing them, and raised his head mentally for the first time, as if waiting for them to pronounce the sentence.

Xie Qimeng nodded to the person on the side. The policeman neatly pressed the play button on the computer, and a female voice sounded in the room.

What they intercepted is only a very brief audio, less than 30 seconds before and after, but clearly recorded the situation that Kong Zhongling faced in the murder. The technician set up the repeat mode, so that the last question before the death of the deceased kept echoing in the room.

Zhu Yanhe was fluctuating at first, and when he heard the back, he was completely quiet, his expression was already calm. He tilted his head, his eyes fell on the door without focusing, his expression was not as arrogant as when he first entered.

Afterwards, he didn't know what he was thinking of, his chest vibrated and he let out a weird laugh.

Xie Qimeng observed him and motioned to his colleagues to turn off the recording first.

The sound stopped, and the torture of Zhu Yanhe cutting like a wood saw finally ended. Zhu Yanhe let out a sigh of relief and leaned down on the table dejectedly.

When the most feared thing came, what he felt was not fear, but unprecedented relief.

"Is there really? You found it so soon?" Zhu Yanhe squinted and smiled, "It seems that it is really fate. She has not let me go after so many years of death."

Xie Qimeng opened the notebook and asked, "Zhu Yanhe, who helped you buy a pass, and who instructed you to frame Fan Huai?"

Zhu Yanhe didn't answer. He put his face on the cold wooden board, and made some meaningless syllables in his mouth. He let his saliva slide down his cheeks onto the table, just like a broken jar.

Xie Qimeng pressed her lips tightly and said, "Zhu Yanhe, if you are willing to cooperate with the investigation and identify the accomplice, we can help you intercede."

Zhu Yanhe asked vaguely: "You can tell me clearly? Can the court really reduce my sentence?"

"Interesting is an opportunity, not a guarantee." Xie Qimeng said coldly, "Zhu Yanhe, do you have any other choices?"

"Death sentence, right?" Zhu Yanhe said affirmatively, "The impact is particularly bad, drug abuse, wounding, and social harm are serious. It must be the death penalty."

Unexpectedly, his consciousness was quite correct, and Xie Qimeng couldn't refute it.

Judging from the severity of this case, Zhu Yanhe is mostly a death sentence.

Zhu Yan moved together and wiped the liquid from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve. The force was so strong that it left a reddish scratch on the skin.

He thought he was funny.

If he had taken the initiative to stand up, made up a better reason to surrender to the Public Security Bureau, had a good confession attitude, and behaved sincerely, maybe he would soon be reformed now.

He has survived these eleven years. In eleven years, he stayed away from his family and friends, abandoned his beliefs, discarded shame, walked corpses, lost all his normal life, indulged in the vain happiness brought by drugs, and lived like a ditch. What are the rats in here for?

For what?

As the days passed by, the more he missed the problem.

Humans can escape the law, but they will never escape themselves.

"Who is that person?" Xie Qimeng softened his tone and tried to get closer to him. "Actually, he is the one who really harmed you. But in the end? You are punished here, but he is at large outside. Don't you? Would you feel unwilling?"

Zhu Yanhe slowly blinked his eyes, seeming not to hear what he was talking about.

Xie Qimeng increased his voice, and continued to say: "In addition to you, he also used this method to harm many people. The so-called dying of a person is also good. You should do a good deed in the end and identify him. , Give an explanation to the dead."

He picked up two photos from the table, held them in the air, motioned and asked: "Li Lingsong, or Li Zhanyuan?"

It took a long time for Zhu Yanhe to withdraw from his emotions. He maintained a movement, his eyes regained focus, staring at the photo on the left, and squeezing out three hoarse words from his throat: "Li...Ling Song ."

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He Chuanzhou opened the door with his feet, put a cup in his hand on the table, and politely pushed it over, saying: "Meet again, Professor Li."

"Ok."

Li Lingsong was very calm, even if he was forcibly summoned to the Public Security Bureau by two policemen, he still acted calmly. Even when he was on the road, he didn't go there to check, why these people called themselves over.

"Thank you." Li Lingsong didn't move anything on the table. He followed He Chuanzhou with his gaze. Then he asked, "Is there anything you called me over this time?"

He Chuanzhou walked to the opposite side in a hurry, pulled the chair away, and nodded and said: "There is something. We found an exhibit that we left many years ago and want you to see it."

"I hope I can help." Li Lingsong said, "It's better to just be a misunderstanding."

The high-definition camera recorded every wrinkle on his face, but still failed to capture his gaffey expression.

He Chuanzhou raised his hand, and the people next to him started to play the recording.

"...Today is Nini's death for three months... I found that more than one person is similar to Nini. She may not be the only one..."

The audio volume was turned down, making Kong Zhongling's self-talking words blurred, like a female host on a late-night radio station. Li Lingsong turned his head slightly and listened carefully.

He Chuanzhou turned out the notebook, looked at the dense handwriting on it, and said: "The recording is very long, you can listen to it casually. I can summarize it for you."

She used that recording as the background and narrated the sorted case with her low voice.

"Eleven years ago, a reporter named Kong Zhongling was killed in a residential house. That night, she originally went to an appointment with a high school student, but suddenly it rained heavily in the sky. She ran into the neighborhood to hide from the rain. An unenclosed community. Soon after the two ended their meeting, Kong Zhongling had not had time to leave. The murderer wore the same clothes as a high school student, killed her and fled in a hurry. At the same time, three witnesses who had never known the murderer , Assisted him in completing the crime."

Li Lingsong took off his glasses, wiped the lenses carefully with his sleeves, and followed her topic calmly: "Well, I know about this case. I have read a lot of news. Why? Is it confirmed that it is an unjust case? Did you find the real culprit? ?"

"Yes." He Chuanzhou smiled, didn't look up at him, touched the folds in the booklet with his fingers, scanned the text quickly, and said, "You say, is this fate? The murderer has a drug addiction. After successfully dormant for more than ten years, he finally took the initiative to show his feet under the influence of drug addiction. He has a history of drug addiction for many years, and his willpower is weak. He can't stand the police interrogation at all. He quickly admitted his Crime. But his drug addiction was caused by his inability to resist the pressure of killing. This is really... very clever. It's like an arrangement of fate."

Li Lingsong's unclear eyes opened, and continued to move his hands, saying: "Really? That's a good thing. I can only say that everything can be the cause. But I don't know, what does this have to do with me? relationship?"

"Let's talk about Kong Zhongling first."

He Chuanzhou signaled him not to worry, and the two of them were doing the see-saw patiently, and no one showed any clues first.

"Before Kong Zhongling was killed, she had been investigating the cause of the death of a friend. She had a very good girlfriend named Nini. Three months before the incident, Nini committed suicide. Her behavior before her death was very strange and caused Kong Zhongling. Attention."

Li Lingsong put on his glasses again, and heard the name without any response.

"The two girls have a very good relationship. Until one day, Nini told Kong Zhongling that she was in love. Kong Zhongling had never seen her girlfriend’s boyfriend, and she didn’t know who he was. She just learned from a good friend. He is a very good young man. She is very happy for her girlfriends."

"After falling in love, Nini has changed a lot. She has never dyed her hair, so she permed a light red slightly curly hair. She cut her cherished long hair to the length of her shoulders. She didn’t like candy before, but she was slow Slow, there is a kind of orange-flavored fruit candy in the bag. She started to like reading poetry, reading newspapers, and listening to classical music, even if she had never understood it. In addition, she started to learn cooking, which was once annoying. Even the dressing style has become mature in the workplace. Kong Zhongling gradually felt that she was strange, as if she had completely changed her hobbies and habits, and was compromising with the other half. This kind of love was too humble. She wanted to see her. See my girlfriend's boyfriend."

When Li Lingsong heard this, he seemed to ask with feeling: "Is she my student?"

The female voice in the background recording paused, and the soft voice finally brought him a sense of familiarity. It's a pity that Li Lingsong is not sensitive to voices, and there are more than a dozen people who can correspond with them.

He Chuanzhou didn't answer immediately, and then read the contents of the notes in that flat tone.

"Kong Zhongling didn't see each other in the end, but Nini also noticed something abnormal. She felt that she was under control. So, she followed Kong Zhongling's suggestion, broke up with the man cruelly, and found a new boyfriend. ...But this is not the end. It didn't take long for Nini to commit suicide."

Li Lingsong was not surprised by this ending.

He Chuanzhou took great pains to pull him over, not to let him hear about the love history of some young people.

He Chuanzhou closed his notebook, put his hand on the cover, and finally looked up at Li Lingsong.

"Kong Zhongling is very sad. She didn't want to understand the reason why Nini committed suicide, so she started investigating. After all, the cause of death was suicide. She thought she couldn't find out anything, but wanted to find Nini's ex-boyfriend. As a result, she was investigating Nini. During her social relationship, she stumbled upon another girl who died by suicide. She went to see the other’s family and found that their experiences were very similar. At some time before their death, the two girls even had their looks and hairstyles. , Preferences, and behaviors are exactly the same. That girl’s suicide time was more than a year earlier than Nini. Do you think this is a coincidence?"

Li Lingsong slowly shook his head, and then asked, "What do you want to say about this discovery?"

For the first time, He Chuanzhou clearly realized what kind of person Li Lingsong was, even now, he did not show any negative emotions. No wonder even the firmament resisted appearing in front of him.

He is gentle, kind, and kind.

It is also extremely cold.

"Nini will get in touch with each other because they all know you. Nini is your student, and that girl is your subject of investigation. Nini added her friend when she helped you record the experiment. "

Li Lingsong anticipated the subsequent dialogue and became silent.

He Chuanzhou pulled out two pressed photos from under the notebook. She stared down at the faces of the two ladies, carefully compared their facial features, and sighed after a moment: "Really similar."

She picked up the photos, walked over, put them side by side in front of Li Lingsong, and asked, "Does it look like?"

Li Lingsong scanned the two youthful faces without comment.

He Chuanzhou observed his reaction, went back and took out three photos, held them in his hands, and spread them one by one on his table.

One is a selfie taken by Han Xiao on the Internet when he was young. One is a file photo of Tian Zhaohua before and after the accident, which was left by the public security agency to investigate the relationship between the people. And the last one is a screenshot of Han Xiao's surveillance during his third death a while ago.

The character styles in the photos are quite different. Han Xiao in the second photo has similar outfits to the first two girls. Because she is older, she looks more natural in that mature style.

He Chuanzhou bent down, resting one elbow on the table, and sliding the other hand over several photos.

"Nini's eyes, Han Xiao's face, and this girl, when she smiles, the corners of her mouth look like a person, don't you think?"

Li Lingsong's Adam's apple rolled down.

He Chuanzhou finally took out a photo from the pocket inside the suit. She turned it over and put it on the other side of the table.

The above is what Ms. Xue looked like when she was young.

The same light red slightly curly hair, the same makeup, the same dressing style. She looks a little thinner than the three, and a little more peaceful between her eyes. But a discerning person can find the similarities between them at a glance.

There are deliberately arranged details in the similarity, and it is precisely because of this that makes people feel more terrifying.

That is inducement, control, and premeditating.

"To be honest, when we discovered this, we were all taken aback. I thought it was a modern version of Lu Zhenhua, but it was a bit strange." He Chuanzhou said, "Human psychological defenses are actually very fragile. So, psychology How big is the power of humanity for a person with weak willpower? If it were you, Professor Li, do you think psychology can be a new weapon with no blood on it?"

He Chuanzhou stared at Li Lingsong's eyes behind his lenses, trying to see through his heart. However, after so many years in society, psychology professors who have seen countless people of all kinds have become accustomed to being calm.

Li Lingsong remained calm until He Chuanzhou's last voice fell. He dropped his eyelashes slightly, but there was nothing else to show.

He Chuanzhou asked again: "Professor Li, don't you have anything to explain?"

Li Lingsong took a breath and said gently: "I don't think I need to explain this kind of thing."

He Chuanzhou said: "Yes. Because you can kill everything, right? All the witnesses."

Li Lingsong raised his head.

When He Chuanzhou thought he was going to argue, he suddenly said: "I do know all these people. It sounds reasonable."

He Chuanzhou frowned.

Li Lingsong said lightly: "You are right."

The surprised look on He Chuanzhou's face could hardly be concealed, and the police officer who had been quietly taking notes also stopped his movements gaffefully.

Li Lingsong laughed for the first time today, making people unable to tell the truth. He said: "What's the matter? You came to me, didn't you just want me to admit it? I did psychological research on them."

He Chuanzhou asked: "Then what?"

Li Lingsong: "Then just as you think, induce them to complete my experiment."

A few people didn't feel the slightest joy, but felt very strange. The officer pressed the pause button for recording, and the room was completely quiet.

He Chuanzhou walked back to his seat silently, and Li Lingsong said in a low voice: "Is it because I didn't retort, argue, madness, and despair like ordinary suspects. Does it surprise you? I just don't think it makes sense to do that. I don't need anything. Cathartic emotions."

He Chuanzhou asked: "Why?"

"Why?" Li Lingsong thought for a while, and replied realistically, "I'm this age, do you admit that it matters? I have done social psychology research for a lifetime, but haven't studied myself. I think, I Can accept anything that happens in life with confidence."

There are no laws and regulations related to instigating crimes in China, but if it is of a bad nature, the judge will make a verdict on the charge of accessory or murder. Elderly people over the age of 75 can be given a lighter punishment.

Even if Li Lingsong went in, he wouldn't be able to go to jail for several years. Maybe it's only a few years, maybe it's still suspended. He really has nothing to fear. The most he suffered was his accumulated reputation over the years.

He Chuanzhou asked coldly: "Why?"

Li Lingsong asked with a good temper, "Why do you mean this?"

"Why do you want to do this?" He Chuanzhou jumped out word by word, "If you really love your ex-wife so much, why should you divorce her? She is not dead yet, why are you looking for her replacement? Living in the hospital, I don’t see how much you care about her."

Li Lingsong explained to her in detail as if he were his own students: "It is not a substitute. She is the first target I have studied seriously, so I chose her as my model. There is no special reason, I just want to It’s just observing the reactions of different people. The same goes for other goals. You’re right, psychological induction is indeed a new weapon.”

This time, He Chuanzhou could not speak.

"I am such a person without feelings. I married her just because it was suitable and wanted to integrate into society. It was not so special. It was not because of love. So in the end we divorced." Li Lingsong asked, "You guessed it long ago. ?"

He Chuanzhou listened to his calm tone, no matter how hard he could calm down. She pressed her hand on the table, her fingertips trembling lightly.

"Then did your experiment succeed?"

Li Lingsong said: "The experiment was unsuccessful or unsuccessful. All their performance is a kind of data."

He Chuanzhou intuitively felt that he was lying, but his lies were well-organized. She grabbed the only loophole and asked, "Then, why did you force those two people to death in the first place, but only let Han Xiao go?"

She asked loudly, "Why did you let Han Xiao off at that time!!"

Li Lingsong's expression was in sharp contrast with her, and he calmly said: "It's not that I let her go. Everyone's tolerance is different. She also has a daughter who is stronger than I thought, and she is out of my control. "

He Chuanzhou sneered and said, "Really?"

Li Lingsong nodded, took off his glasses and put them on the table. Then he picked up the cold water on the table.

"You can't believe it, but I did it all."

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Xie Qi dreamed of calling He Chuanzhou to tell him about the progress here, but when he picked up the phone, he hesitated.

He looked at Zhu Yanhe on the opposite side again. The latter was looking up at the ceiling, like a person who was bored, waiting for death.

Not as if, he really is.

Xie Qimeng shouted: "Zhu Yanhe."

Zhu Yanhe's expression shifted slightly and turned to look at him.

Xie Qimeng: "Are you telling the truth?"

Zhu Yanhe took a few breaths, and finally showed a smile full of evil fun.

"you guess."

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500 red envelopes~

Let me recap: one of the five witnesses was poisoned by his mother's alcohol (Wu Ming), and the other was killed by his son (Ding Tao). The other three were killed by Fan An.

Fan An was the murderer, and Fan Huai told the sky when he noticed it. I mentioned a sentence earlier. How to kill the person, I have mentioned in the next sentence, so I won’t start writing