Criminal Investigation Notes

The investigation of the case has entered the fourth day. They have found out the means of Chen Yanqiu's resurrection by borrowing the corpse. They have found out a carefully planned top package car accident, but they still know nothing about Chen Yanqiu's death. The case has not yet been identified.

In the morning, several people met at the Municipal Bureau and exchanged the progress. Song Wen arranged the following work: "Fu Linjiang old Jia, you should continue in your direction, Zhu Xiao, follow up with the traffic bureau." Then he turned to Lu Si Yu and said, "let's check down the river first. We'll meet the family members of the victims of the accident. We made an appointment with them yesterday. We'll go there around 10 o'clock."

Now it can be confirmed that there was a problem with the accident, and it was a big problem. If the real cause of the accident has no clue, they can only skip this link temporarily. At present, we can directly contact the family members of Zhao Youlan, the victim of the traffic accident.

Nancheng is too big. It covers an area of 7000 square kilometers and has a population of millions. A cleaner disappears in the city. Basically, there is no sound. Only when people see the garbage on the roadside, will people think why there is no one to clean it.

Zhao Youlan is responsible for cleaning the area, which is a section of Changshou Road in the west of Nancheng city. The Wutong is over one thousand meters long, and there are tall Wutong trees on both sides of the road. At the end of the summer, leaves are still green. If autumn falls, the streets are covered with leaves of Indus. They should be cleaned two to three times a day.

Every morning, this fast area is divided into two sections by a road. At the end of the section, there are several lively bars. Every night, they revel until three or four o'clock in the morning. It is a paradise for young people. On the other side of the road, there are several old buildings in the Republic of China. It has been empty for a long time. It seems that there will be ghosts and gods at any time after passing here at night.

Such extreme two places, so separated by a street, appear in such a southern city, like hell and heaven.

Human beings will pay for the convenience of transportation at the same time. Compared with various death modes, traffic accident is one of the more tragic and painful. It is also hard to let go.

On the morning of December 25 last year, Zhao Youlan, an environmental sanitation worker, was involved in a car accident and was dragged to death on the spot. He did not even have the chance to go to the hospital for rescue.

From those files, we can see her life. Zhao Youlan, 54, graduated from junior high school. She was a female cleaner in Nancheng environmental sanitation bureau. She is ordinary in height and looks ordinary. People will not even look at her when passing by. Except for "ordinary", Song Wen can't think of a second word to describe her. She is like tens of thousands of ordinary workers living in Nancheng, but she is ordinary and conscientious.

Zhao Youlan's home is in jianghuaishu community, which is an old community. It's not prosperous here. Looking south from the community, you can see the Nancheng tower from a distance. Only at this time can people have a feeling that it is in the same city with those modern high-rise buildings.

Song Wen can hardly remember the last time he came to such a place. Unlike modern elevator rooms, the windows of this old house are all small and exquisite. It seems that the windows also take up an area, and they would like to build a small "sun" or "field" character. Separate people from people, home and home.

Zhao Youlan's wife, Zhang Congyun, is several years older than her. She is 60 years old. Zhang Lili, Zhao Youlan's daughter, works as a cashier in a supermarket. He divorced her husband two years ago and has a daughter. Today, she is on shift and is at home. Zhu Xiao contacted her by phone before.

As soon as Song Wen entered the door, he showed his identity.

The area of this house is not large, about 50 square meters. It is mainly a living room and a bedroom. The living room is full of all kinds of rubbish. The stool is old, the table is old, and there is a globe on the table, which is also old. Those furnishings are very different in style, some are Chinese style, some are European style, and some even have a little Southeast Asian style.

Looking at Song Wen and Lu Si Yu, Zhang Lili glanced at the things and said, "they were all picked up by my mother in those years. How many times have I told her not to pick them up, but she likes to turn her home into a garbage heap. She can't bear to throw away many things. She just can't get in or out. I always say that some things look insignificant and can't be kept in good condition when necessary."

Speaking of this, Zhang Lili seemed to think that Song Wen might be mistaken. She gave a wry smile in embarrassment: "by now, people are gone, and I can't bear to throw them away. Don't say, some things are really useful. Once Niu Niu's schoolbag was broken, I had no time to sew it, and I didn't have the right thing in hand. So I took a large pin from my mother's treasure box and pinned it on. It was just right. " Then she said, "I'm going to pour you some water. My father is old and a little deaf. You talk to him, speak louder."

With that, she got up and poured water, leaving them to sit in the living room, where the living room and balcony are connected, without sound and heat insulation, and even smell the lunch cooked by the neighbors. At the junction of the balcony and the living room, a double bed was set up, and a lot of bottles and jars were placed on the ground.

There is a model of the South Tower on the windowsill. The early morning sun just shines on the tower, which makes the model more exquisite.

At this time, Zhang Congyun was sitting by the bed, working with the light from the narrow window.

Lu Si language side head, found that he is repairing a bench. It's more about repairing than doing. He needs to use two old benches to piece together a small stool. The old man's hands are rough, but very dexterous.Song Wen was just thinking about how to open his mouth. Zhang Congyun raised his eyes from behind the presbyopia glasses and scanned them again. His eyes were a little wary: "Lili said just now, are you a policeman? What are you doing here today? "

Song Wen said, "Hello, uncle. We have some questions to verify about your wife's car accident half a year ago."

The old man looked up, as if to recall, and asked, "has my wife's cleaning car been found?"

Song wennai explained to him: "clean the car to ask the responsible traffic police, we are criminal police."

The old man's mouth was bulging, and he didn't know what he had stuffed. He said indistinctly: "we paid 280 yuan for that car from the sanitation bureau." Then he vomited something out, and Ruth found that he had a nail in his mouth.

Song Wen tried to make the case clear: "this time, we found a dead man, which may have something to do with the traffic accident six months ago. Moreover, there may be other secrets in that accident, so we came to find out about the situation with the family members."

The old man lowered his head and continued to study the broken stool in his hand and measured it with a ruler: "what's the secret? People are dead, can they survive? "

people can't be reborn naturally after death. Song Wen is a little embarrassed:" we're not talking about that kind of secret. The driver provided by the traffic police at that time may not be the one who killed your wife

The old man frowned, raised his head and said vaguely, "ah? The traffic police said that the perpetrator was not dead long ago? "

Song Wen thought about how to explain the tortuous relationship with him: "the one who died at that time was not the one who caused the crime, and the one who caused the crime may have helped others to take the blame..." Speaking of this, he felt that it was a bit wrong. This was just like tongue twister. Song Wen could only make up one sentence: "we are still investigating the specific situation."

The old man hung his head and seemed to give up understanding: "Alas, it's really dizzy. What does this have to do with us? "

Song Wen coughed slightly, but he was asked. Chen Yanqiu's death did not seem to have much to do with them. He may not be the direct murderer of Zhao Youlan, but he was just a top Bao man who was fascinated for a while. "What else do you know about car accidents?" he continued? You can tell us anything you think of. "

The old man said, "for such a long time, I don't remember."

Song Wen took out a picture of Chen Yanqiu and put it on the table: "have you ever seen this man?"

The old man didn't lift his head: "I haven't seen it."

Then he spat a nail out of his mouth and began to hammer it on the chair.

While talking, Zhang Lili brought several cups to come over. The cups were like other furniture at home. Four cups looked like each other, and one of them had a broken hole. Seeing this situation, Lu Si Yu didn't mean to stretch out his hand at all. Song Wen also said, "thank you." She took the cup that Zhang Lili handed over and put it aside.

Zhang Lili took the broken cup by herself and sat on the stool beside her. She lowered her head a little nervously.

On one side came the banging sound of the old man nailing the stool, which was quite rhythmic. Song Wen gave Zhang Lili a brief account of the case and began to ask about the specific circumstances of the accident at that time.

Lu Siyu opens his notebook and looks up from his angle to see a picture of Zhao Youlan. The background happens to be the Nancheng tower. He is a little curious about the photo, and asks: "when was that photo taken?"

Zhang Lili looked at it and said, "it was taken by my mother when she was young. At that time, the Nancheng tower was just built and no tourists were allowed to visit it. She took such a picture under the tower. It's a shame to say that my mother has always wanted to go there and have a look. If she doesn't go to the south tower, she is not a real Nancheng person. But every time she wants to go there, she misses it for various reasons, and she can't get to the tower in the end. "

In the eyes of Zhao Youlan, a stranger, the tower was the symbol of the city. It seemed that if she had never been there, it would not be accepted until her death, which became a pity.

Song Wen coughed gently and began to ask, "did Auntie go to work as usual that morning?"

Zhang Lili withdrew her eyes and nodded Yes, my mother went there early that day. She left at about 2:40. I was quarreled by her in the middle of the night. She said she wanted to come back to my daughter's school activities. Niu Niu practiced dancing for two months and wanted to show it to grandma. Unexpectedly

"What time did you get the call?"

"It's probably not five o'clock in the morning. The phone call was from the police. The person was sent to the hospital directly, and he was out of breath for a long time. The traffic police at that time said that they had never seen such a miserable delay... "

"Was it the other company that came out at that time?"

"Yes, the driver of the company hit someone and ran away. A person in charge of the company came to discuss the compensation plan with us. The people over there were very polite. Later, the Transportation Bureau told us that the driver died of illness... "

"Did you believe each other's story at that time? That is No problem? "

"Of course, there's a problem. How could it happen? Sooner or later, hit my mother to death? I said at that time that there was something wrong with this... "Zhang Lili's words are just here, Zhang Congyun suddenly stood up, some impatient way: "now what to put after the horse? There are no more people. What can I say about this? "

After listening to this, Song Wen just wanted to explain two sentences. However, Lu Si Yu pulled his sleeve and indicated not to interrupt.

Zhang Lili suddenly seemed to be on fire. She stood up and said, "there is nothing to say. My mother died so unclearly. The driver who caused the accident didn't know who it was, so you took the money from others and agreed to go private! Did you ask me when you signed? Now the police are checking again. If you don't let me tell you, you don't want to know who killed my mother? "

The old man asked her, "what can I do if I know? It's over for a long time. It's over! It's been half a year! "

Zhang Lili said: "at least in my heart, I don't even see that son of a bitch's face. If I do, if I see..."

The old man snorted and said, "see? What do you want? "

Zhang Lili bit her lip and looked at her own father fiercely. After two seconds, she cried out: "there is a head for injustice, but there is a master for debt. At least listen to him apologize to my mother and kowtow in front of my mother's grave."

The old man snorted, "it's useless."

Zhang Lili choked her neck and said, "anyway, it's a good thing for the police to come now. I don't know who is the real murderer. I just can't swallow this tone!"

The old man looked at her and said, "do you know what it means to be unable to breathe?"

"At least read it to my mother when she burns paper! My mother has served you for decades in vain. If she died, you didn't hurt your heart... " Zhang Lili's tears could not help but drop. In the past, even though she was poor, she never felt that there was anything missing in her family. However, after her mother died, her father seemed to have changed.

She had already lost her mother, and her father's indifference made Zhang Lili's tingling worse. Today's words, she held in her heart for too long, "Dad When I was a child, I was always bullied by my classmates. I laughed that my mother was a street sweeper. At that time, you didn't tell me that as long as you stood upright, there would be nothing to be guilty of. We should straighten up, we won't lose to anyone. We don't take the initiative to bully others, but we have to ask for justice. Now that you are old, do you forget what you taught me? You really It really disappoints me. "