Criminal Investigation Notes

"I did it all by myself." Love bowed his head and gently said this sentence.

At 4:36 p.m. in Nancheng Public Security Bureau, Song Wen, who had just finished an interrogation, looked at the woman in front of her. The white light showed her no hiding. Song Wen could see the uncombed hair on her forehead and the fine lines around her eyes. Her eyelashes covered the bottom of her eyes and covered her eyes.

When Song Wen asked Ma Minghui to account for all the facts, he heard the news that he was in love with the leader. He never thought of such a situation. Either there were no suspects or there were two suspects in the case. He had doubted love before, but for some reasons he didn't lock her in. One of the reasons is that he has a kind of indifferent temperament in his love, which makes people think of four words - heart like death. She seems to be a butterfly submerged in the water, floating with the waves, even no strength to struggle. He could not imagine that the woman would stab that fatal knife.

She didn't have the passion to kill, and even her life was already desperate. What she lived was just a body. Now, the woman sitting opposite him, without reservation, could not find a trace of resistance and defense, as if to split her life and body, spread out in front of others.

"You did all the killing and dismembering?" Song Wen asked.

Love is gently nodded.

"Why?"

"I've wanted to kill him for a long time. There is no difference between my life at home and that in prison. " Love inhaled a breath, only this time, her mood appeared a trace of waves.

"Well, after so long, why did you suddenly..."

"Because of the money." Love raised his head, the expression on his face changed slightly, as if the female ghost had taken off the virtuous bag, which made Song Wen feel as if he didn't know this woman.

"I didn't give him any money. He transferred the 100000 yuan by himself." She laughed at herself and added, "I'm such a vulgar person. I have to leave something when my feelings are gone. When he moves the money he gives me, he moves my life. " Long term repression has long made her vulnerable and sensitive, and the corners of her mouth make her look a little nervous.

"Tell me more about the process of the crime."

"At about 8:30 that night, my son and I took a taxi to attend the tutorial class. I went to the small coffee shop nearby to kill time and found that my bank card account was transferred at more than 7:00 p.m I was very angry. I remember that Lin Zhenghua rented a house in this community, so I ran over and argued with him. When it came to money, he was very excited. I picked up a knife and stabbed it into his chest... "

"I was so scared that I felt like a dream. I pretended as if nothing had happened. I went back to the coffee shop. When the tutorial class was over, I picked up the child and took a taxi home. Then I would sneak over to deal with the body in the evening

Love stroked the hair from her forehead: "my" this... " Other people are all temporarily speechless, only Lu Si Yu stands behind the crowd, his expression is indifferent, seems to have nothing to do with himself.

"In any case, what is the name of love, all the details can be right, where does anyone admit that the murderer?" Lao Jia said again.

Song Wen gave a bitter smile: "yes, where does anyone admit to be the murderer? Unless it's to cover someone up. " When he finished speaking, he wiped out the clues of the cases they had listed on the whiteboard in the conference room. "We sorted out the cases before, and there are many things that are not right. But what if the time and place of the crime are false?"

"What is a fake?" Zhu Xiao is confused.

"We first got a message that the deceased's car was parked in the underground garage of the community around 8:30 p.m., and it was the surveillance that disrupted our view." Song Wen Lianzhu said, and then he waved his hand, "Lu Si Yu, come here and draw a time line on this whiteboard."

Lu Si Yu was suddenly called. He was stunned for a few seconds before he stepped forward, picked up the white board pen, drew a vertical line on the white board, and then began to mark.

"We now know that the deceased took the money from the ATM at about 7:00 p.m., and Guo Zi and Ma Minghui blackmailed him to put the money in the corner bag of a Pizza Hut restaurant, and then go to collect it. I guess Lin Zhenghua saw Guo Zai this time. On the way back, Lin Zhenghua recalled that he had met Guo Zai at Ma Minghui's place and went back to confront Ma Minghui. If Ma Minghui had not lied, the confrontation and conflict between him and Lin Zhenghua might be between 7:15 And 7:30. Lin Zhenghua confirmed that it was ma Minghui who blackmailed himself. They had a quarrel and conflict, and Ma left. Then we learned that at 8:30 p.m., the car of the deceased stopped at Yuting Huayin, which seems to be consistent with the fact that he went to see Lin Zhenghua and killed him later. "

On the blackboard, Lushi language is recorded very quickly. It seems that the Song Dynasty has long known what the Song Dynasty thought. All the time and events are marked on it.

"But what if love lies?" Song Wen took the pen from Lu Si Yu's hand and drew a circle between 7:30 and 8:30, "where did the dead go during this period of time?"

"Do you mean..." Speaking of this, Fu Linjiang seems to finally understand the meaning of Song Wen.

"Before, we only had the off-duty hours of the deceased and the monitoring video of withdrawing money. I boldly assumed that the deceased didn't drive for some reasons today. At 8:30, the dead person had already died, and the car just transported the body of the dead..." Song Wen spoke and drew a triangle beside him. He marked home, company and Yuting. The driving distance is 15 to 20 minutes."The dead went home in the middle of that hour?! Home is the place where they were killed? " Fu Linjiang suddenly realized.

"But if she was killed at home, I don't believe she can drag the corpse!" Lao Jia exclaimed, after analyzing here, he still hasn't kept up with Song Wen's ideas.

"So she had an accomplice, or she was just an accessory." Song Wen took a step back and looked at the case in front of him. This time, the whole process was much clearer.

"We've always been wrong, because the murderer and the Dismemberer are not the same person at all."

Song Wenli sorted out all the things and concluded: "I think that loving to do those things is not to destroy the corpse, but to disturb our sight as much as possible, so that we can make a wrong judgment on the time, place and cause of death of the dead."

She dismembered the body with hatred for the man, but she was rational. Her stomach was missing, her heart was missing. She was immersed in water and repeatedly used ice water. It seemed that she was insane and out of order. However, every step of the process destroyed the traces above, which made the forensic and physical evidence unable to make a correct judgment.

Because the time is false, so is the place.

cleared up as like as two peas. He went to the closed interrogation room, and he sat still in love, as if he were the same as the Song Wen left last time.

"Lin Zhenghua died in your house that day. Then you drove the corpse to the rental house, and then the corpse was separated." Song Wen asked directly.

Zhong Qing raised her head in surprise: "officer song, what are you talking about? I can't drive at all. "

"You can't drive, but your son Lin can. Lin Shang is not yet an adult and has no car book, but he was taught by Lin Zhenghua before Song Wen still remembers the group photo of Lin Shang and Lin Zhenghua when he was at home. One of them was taken by the car. He continued to point out the loopholes in the love words. "Moreover, when a normal person hears the question I asked you, the first time is to deny that the home is the place where the crime was committed, rather than tell the details of not being able to drive."

At that moment, love's face changed, as if a bullet hit the heart, let her tottering.

"You are left-handed. When Lin Zhenghua meets you face to face, you should be stabbed in the right chest. Lin Zhenghua was not killed by you, but by your son Lin Shang. In order to help Lin Shang get rid of the crime, you split up the body, destroyed the traces, confused the time and place of the crime, so as to make an alibi for your son in the cram school. In order to prevent the police from pursuing the case, you come from the head office and want to give your son a confession. I hope the case will end. " Song Wen's words are pressing step by step.

Love bowed her head and pursed her lips. She no longer spoke, but her eyes were dim.

"It doesn't matter if you don't speak now. We have someone to search your house and arrest Lin Shang. Soon everything will come to light." Song Wen finished these words. It was six o'clock. It was time for him to leave work. At this last moment, he finally found the real murderer and turned to walk out, relieved.

When the door closed in front of her love, she sighed as if she had survived. She hated Lin Zhenghua, but the child was innocent. She had always been very fond of her son. After the crime, she still missed it. When she and Lin Shang put Lin Zhenghua's body into the trunk in a hurry, they forgot to take his shoes

The pair of leather shoes belonging to Lin Zhenghua kept the direction of entering when Song Wen and Lu Siyu visited her home last time

People say that people as their name, she is called love, this life is also planted in this love at first sight. In spite of her parents' opposition, she married Lin Zhenghua, and since then she has fallen into the infernal hell.

For a long time, Lin Zhenghua was gay. Both of them kept their son Lin Shang in secret. But when Lin Zhenghua returned home in a rage that day, and threw his anger on her, they inadvertently mentioned the tens of thousands of yuan and the fact that Lin Zhenghua lived with a man outside. When the red eyed Lin Shang came out of the house and asked if Lin Zhenghua was gay, she knew that the family was over.

For a long time, the image of her father was shattered. The collapsed Lin Shang stabbed a knife into his father's chest, fell in love with him, transported the body to the rental house, and then did what she had done in her dream for thousands of times, cutting the man into pieces.