Chapter 32 32. Things that should not appear on the body

Fortunately the data is still there.I plugged in the hub, hooked up the laptop, and that gave me access to the server.A password is required to enter, which Donge knows.The password is BISHIYOTSU (银四), which is funny. The files I opened were displayed on the laptop screen. "Let me see... Oh my god, there are so many materials." "Siling's data management is very thorough." Work folders are saved by year.Click on the year folder, and there are twelve folders from January to December. In each folder, there are about fifty folders, which store the files of each case.I operate the trackpad and open several folders from seven years ago, full of infuriating content.First of all, I watched the evidence files, a man in his fifties and a young woman making love to each other in the park at night; a sneak shot of the toilet in a rental building; a middle-aged man in a high-end suit walking into a custom place.Then, I looked at the contents of the documents and files, and the summary of each job was summarized very completely, and even every evidence and the blackmail letter demanding payment were also well preserved.

The more I looked at it, the more bored I was, so I pushed the laptop to Fuyue. "Where is that case?" "Which case..." "It's the case you talked about yesterday. In the winter of seven or eight years ago, the mistress who was the subject of the investigation committed suicide. You said you don't remember the name of the mistress. There should be some information to check here, right?" Hearing what I said, Donge showed a puzzled expression, probably because he didn't understand why I wanted to read that document.I didn't tell her about Qiu Hui in detail, she only knew that we had lived together.

"That doesn't seem fair." I took the wallet over, pulled out the photo wrapped in plastic wrap, and handed it to Fuyue.Dong'e took the photo and looked up anxiously. "Miss Qiuhui...is it related to her?" "Seven years ago, in December, Akie hanged himself in a mountain in Fukushima Prefecture." Hearing what I said, Donghui's expression changed. It seems that she understands why I want to investigate the case of the "mistress" being forced to death by her, and also understands why I didn't understand when I mentioned that incident here yesterday. The reason for the sudden change of attitude.

"Help me find the folder." Like a dummy, Donge quietly turned to the laptop with a blank expression, her fingers slid on the touchpad to confirm the contents of the folder.Finally, she stopped, her face froze. "--This is it." I looked at the computer screen, which was the folder from December seven years ago. "My memory is fuzzy, but it really was seven years ago..." "And it's December." That is, a step toward the dire truth. Fuyuue opened the organized files.I glanced at the name of the man under investigation, but I didn't remember it at all.

"Where is the information about the mistress who committed suicide?" "Reports in newspapers at that time were all saved in PDF format." The cursor on the screen slides, and the trajectory of the slide is not stable, it is because Dong'e's fingers are shaking. "--This is it." A scanned file of the newspaper manuscript appeared in the center of the computer screen.The report was small and not detailed. "According to this report, the body was found on December 13th..." "The date has no reference value. I don't know when Qiu Hui's body was discovered." I only learned that Qiu Hui's body was found after the Chinese New Year.

"I only heard it was in the middle of December." "Then, the periods are consistent..." "Seems." I slowly approached the screen, feeling more and more heavy. "On December 13, a young woman hanged to death was found in the mountains of Fukushima Prefecture. A local unemployed man (68 years old) came across the dead woman while walking in the mountains, so he rushed to the police. The deceased has He died for several days. Since there were no external injuries on his body, the police preliminarily judged that it was a suicide, and they are tracing the identity of the deceased. The deceased did not have any supporting documents, and we appeal to the public to provide information.”

I look away from the screen. "It can't be seen at all... It doesn't write anything related to the deceased at all." Fuyue looked at me with a complicated face.However, I shook my head. "No, I see it." "This is not Qiu Hui. Although the location and time coincide, it's just a coincidence." "However, the report says that the remains are unidentified?" "It doesn't matter, anyway, I can see that the person who died because of you was not Qiu Hui." I manipulate the touchpad and close the report folder.Fuyue still peeped at me with a puzzled expression.

"Mr. Sanli, that...couldn't be..." Hosaka made a small sound, as if he had sensed something.I quickly raised my hand to stop him from continuing. "Enough, Hosaka, this matter is over." The clever Hosaka obediently swallowed what he wanted to say. Although I said it was over, I felt that it was not over at all. My head is full of peace of mind and confusion at the same time. The report just now let me know that Qiu E is not the mistress of the person Dong E threatened seven years ago. What Dong E did has nothing to do with Qiu E’s suicide. .But, in this way, what are the white envelopes and red tape in the trash can in Qiuhui's house?

(White plain envelopes. People at Mitsubishi Trading Co., Ltd. use that kind of envelopes. They put evidence photos and blackmail letters in plain white envelopes, and then seal them with bright red tape...) Is that just a coincidence?Did the trash can in Qiu Hui's house just happen to be filled with similar things? "etc……" I put the laptop on my lap and revisit the seven-year-old material.I remembered that there was a question in the file that I had glanced at just now. "This is it……" It was a candid video of the toilet in the rental building, and the name of the folder was the name of the target building.I know this building, it should be...

"That should be fine." "why?" "It was the case of another colleague. I don't know for sure, but it was a sneak shot of the women's toilet. The victim's face was not photographed, and the amount of extortion was very small, so the other party either didn't take it seriously or paid the money. It's over. Most of them are like that, and it's impossible for someone to commit suicide because of it..." "yes?" I continued to operate the screen, and with boredom and anxiety, I kept opening the video file... This is not... This is not... This is not right...

"Mr. Sanli, Mr. Sanli, you can't tell just by looking at the video, the lens is all crooked, and you can't see the face at all..." No, no... this is not... this is not... this... "Mr. Sanli..." My fingers are worth it. Staring at the screen, unable to move. (Why are you looking at pigeons?) With both feet on both sides of the squat toilet, there are a pair of beautiful legs, no face can be seen, the underwear is slowly coming off, and the knees are bent... This is it, that's right. "This is it……" (I love pigeons...) This is what killed Qiue. "Mr. Sanli... what's wrong?" Fuyue's voice was full of anxiety, trying to peek at the computer screen from the side. "Don't look!" I picked up the laptop and threw it against the wall vigorously. The screen of the computer turned pale in an instant, and the harsh noise from the loudspeaker echoed in the narrow room.The sound pierced my eardrums, invaded my skull, and stirred my brain frantically.A rush of hot blood rushed to my brain, and anger dominated my body. I screamed and kept screaming, as if I wanted to spit out the rising anger in my heart from my throat.The pale picture began to flicker, slowly returning to the original image.The image of Qiu E, the image that drove Qiu E to a dead end. "Sure enough, it was you! It was you who killed Qiu Hui!" I grabbed Donghui's collar and shook it wildly.Hosaka let out a cry of fear, and Fuyue's head shook violently with my movements...but his eyes were unconsciously looking at the screen of the laptop that fell on the floor.She watched the video with an incredulous expression on her face, as if she couldn't understand what she saw.There's something there... there's something on the screen that shouldn't be on the croucher's body. "how come……" Donghui murmured. "hateful!" I let go of Dong E, and rushed to beat on the laptop frantically, the computer made the noise of mechanical damage, and finally, the picture on the screen went dark.At that moment, a button in my body was also turned off, and I collapsed on the floor like a puppet. Tears kept falling. "Now...do you understand?" I lay on the floor crying bitterly, "Why can I tell that it's not Qiu Hui just by reading that report, do you understand?" My voice was shaking, shaking from tears, anger, everything. "That report said 'young women', right!" I pointed at the dark computer screen in resignation, "...'he' is Qiu E."