Criminal Investigation Notes

"Divorce?" With tears in his loving eyes, he said with a bitter smile, "in the first year of marriage, he pretended to be normal. Except for those days in the middle of the month, he seldom roomed with me. Later, when I got pregnant, he let me have a baby at ease and rarely slept with me. I logged into his computer and found some pictures of men. I told my mother in tears. My mother's first reaction was, "don't let anyone else know about this." It's like some kind of scandal that can't be seen. "

"At the beginning, I didn't understand my mother and felt that the people closest to me refused to make decisions for myself. I cried all day at that time. I found out later that it was not completely wrong. Do you know how people react when they know I married a gay man? First of all, they thought that I must be a naughty woman. Otherwise, why would he have to marry me instead of others? He is clearly wrong, but I am evil, dirty and sick in the eyes of others

The love smile is bitter and astringent, and the words that have been suppressed for a long time finally say: "those friends and relatives who know this matter have not helped me, but also think that I am stupid, I deserve it, and think I am abnormal. But actually, I am the victim! In addition to getting married, I met a man who didn't love me

"You're right. I want a divorce, not just once or twice, but if I could, I would have left. The old man, life, son, family, all things are sandwiched together. I can't leave if I want to

"You may not be familiar with a word called" same wife. ". We don't know what kind of group we are and what kind of life they are living. Don't apply your superficial understanding to us. The life of our wives is far more miserable than you think At this point, she tried to smile again. It seemed that the docile woman did not exist. Instead, she was a vicious woman, somewhat hysterical. "After he died, I was more relieved than a little sad..."

Loving to say this sentence, her shoulders trembled, as if to vent the pressure of more than ten years. This time, she cried not for Lin Zhenghua, but for her life in the past ten years. She seemed to cry for a while, only to find out her gaffe, covered her face and said, "excuse me, can I go to the bathroom?"

Without waiting for Song Wen and Lu Si Yu to answer, she stood up and went to the bathroom.

Two people are silent for a moment. They are not unaware of the same wife group. Every homosexual seems to encounter this problem when they reach a certain age. Do they choose a woman to marry or continue to choose the one they love? After all, only a few people can get married abroad. If they don't get married, whether they have stable partners or not, this kind of de facto marriage may not be recognized for a lifetime. If some homosexuals compromise, then the same wife becomes the victim.

Lu Siyu sat on one side and bowed his head for a while. He suddenly began to ask Song Wen in a low voice: "Song team, can I ask you something?"

Song Wen is a little familiar with Lu Siyu's expression now. He raises his watch and looks at it. Sure enough, at 12:01, it's time for dinner again. He has a little helplessly guessed what Lu Siyu wants to do. He frowns and says, "little ancestor, you don't want to have a hot meal in the funeral home, do you?"

Lu Si nodded and shook the high-grade Japanese bento box in his black backpack.

“……” Song Wen's head was very big, "ancestor, what time did you sleep yesterday?"

"No watch, about two or three o'clock." Lu Si Yu is a master who can't save three meals a day even if the sky collapses. He is still hungry and his biological clock is extremely accurate. Just after the meal time, he is like an inflatable doll that has taken out the air, and the whole person is lost.

Looking at him almost lying on the table, Song Wen was helpless. He suppressed his temperament and talked to him kindly: "wait a minute, can we find a convenience store?"

"Or I'll go myself..." Luxi made a suggestion.

“…… How does the police academy teach it? More than two persons must be present in the process of law enforcement. " Song Wen grabbed him, and then he looked at the time again. "OK, I'll speed up. I'll endure another half an hour, just half an hour..."

Song Wen said while feeling that his leadership is really aggrieved. He is a captain of the criminal police, but what he is doing now is really not a nanny? However, no matter how fierce and vigorous he usually is, when he is fixed by the beautiful eyes of Lu Si Yu, he becomes like he has met with a nemesis and has no power of parry.

After the bargain, the Luxi nodded.

As soon as they reached an agreement, Zhong Qing came out of the bathroom. Song Wen went up to her and asked her, "Ms. Zhong, how did you get here?"

"I took a taxi just now. I can't drive..." Love has just washed her face, but the whole person is a little flustered, no longer calm just now, she said and stroked her hair with her wet hands.

"Can I take you home and drop by your house?" Song Wen asked.

"This..." Love hesitated for a moment, "the house is a little chaotic..."

This is a euphemistic refusal, Song Wen pretended not to understand: "we are on the way, will not delay for long, my colleagues are in a hurry to eat."

After a look at the Lushi language that kneads her stomach with one hand on one side, she really looks like she is so hungry that her heart sticks to her back. Without saying anything more, she reports an address. If the police want to go, how can she be stopped?Three people get into the police car. Song Wen drives. Lu Siyu sits in the front seat. She likes to sit in the back. The woman seems to have been immersed in the mood just now. From time to time, low sobs come from the back seat. Song Wen didn't want to press too hard and didn't ask her any more questions. He can go through the process to apply for a search of his favorite residence, but he hopes to be surprised. Only in this way can he obtain more hidden truth.

Love's residence is not far from the funeral home, only about 15 minutes away, not far from the previous rental room.

Song Wen was most familiar with the topography of Nancheng. He drew a map in his mind. Such a location could form an equilateral triangle with Lin Zhenghua's company, which could take more than ten minutes to drive to.

The house is an old six story building. It has a large area on the fourth floor. It has three bedrooms and two living rooms, one kitchen and one bathroom. There are balconies in the front and back. The two people changed their disposable slippers. After loving them, they went to one side and poured them two glasses of water. She seemed to have recovered from her husband's death and the inquiry she had just asked. She was indifferent as usual: "no at home It's a bit messy because of the frequent visitors. "

This sentence is too modest, the room is very tidy. It can be seen from the whole residence that there are not many traces of Lin Zhenghua.

"This is my room. This is my son's room. Lin Zhenghua doesn't come back very often. If he comes back, he will stay in the guest room." Love gave a brief introduction. They are husband and wife, but they live like two tenants under the same roof.

Song Wen walks in and looks at the photo wall of Lin Shang's room. There are several photos on the wall, all of which are group photos of a family of three. Some children took him to the playground when he was a child, visited the museum when he was old, and a picture of love and Lin Zhenghua for Lin Shang's birthday. Compared with ordinary families, the family in the picture shows nothing unusual.

Lu Si Yu also came over and looked at it carefully. One of the photos was slightly skewed. He blinked his eyes and held out his hand to arrange the photos in order.

Love said: "he has no feelings for me, but he is good for his son. After all, he is a father. Before today, I still had a bit of luck and didn't tell him about his father's death I don't know how to speak. " After all, this is not a glorious thing.

Song Wen's eyes fell on one side of Lin Shang's desk, which was full of learning equipment. On the side of the table, he pasted several certificates of merit.

Lu Si Yu looked at it a few times and seemed to lose interest. He carried his bag and floated to the kitchen. He pointed to the kitchen table and asked, "there is a juicer in this position." The countertop has been yellow for many years. At one position, it is different from other parts in color. Even an arc trace can be seen around it.

"Oh, there was a juicer. I had bought it to squeeze juice for my son. Lin Zhenghua used it several times and thought it was good, so he took it away. I don't know where he took it. He always wanted to buy another one, but he always forgot." Love is a detailed answer, the answer is seamless.

Song Wen knows that the juicer that was put here should be the one on the spot from the size and shape. He looked at Lu Siyu all the time in the kitchen, but he didn't prepare to come out after he went in. He seemed to say in the next second whether I could borrow your microwave oven to heat up a meal. He was very worried about affecting the glorious image of the people's police.

Looking at the time, Song Wen took out a business card from his pocket and said to love, "OK, don't disturb me. This is my business card. If you think of any relevant clues, you can call our bureau at any time or come to the police station to find us. According to the regulations, the body needs to be kept for a period of time before it can be cremated... "

Lu Si language also saw almost, take the initiative to go outside the door. He went to the door and suddenly stopped when he changed his shoes.

Over there, Song Wen is talking to Zhong Qing. Zhong Qing takes the business card and nods his head. Then Yu Guang looks at Lu Siyu. The handsome little criminal policeman was wearing shoes with his head down. Both of them were a bit difficult to deal with, as if they had seen through everything for a long time.

Lu Si Yu, who was wearing half of his shoes, suddenly raised his head and laughed at her. He was more beautiful with a smile than he had thought. He was crazy for a moment.

Lu Si Yu stretched out his hand, as if inadvertently, long fingers across a pair of men's leather shoes on the ground

At this time, Song Wen turns around. At that moment, he doesn't see it. The love behind him seems to suddenly think of something. His face is as white as pape