Chapter 2 Chapter 1 debut

The phone rang, An Ran raised the corners of her mouth and smiled, and picked up the phone. "The performance is over?" A magnetic voice came from the receiver. "En." An Ran's answer was very concise, and there was no special expression on her face. "I've been to your place just now, but you're not here, and I didn't turn off the TV when I left." "Ok." "See the news?" "Ok." "Then be careful yourself and go to bed early." "En." An Ran still answered simply.After hanging up the phone, she sat blankly, her whole being as quiet as a sculpture.After an unknown period of time, she fell asleep on the sofa.

Senior Inspector Fu Junze received an order from his superiors early in the morning, asking him to partner with Situ Kang to take charge of the serial murder case that has been hyped by the news media recently.The case has been under investigation for two months without any progress, and the death toll has been increasing.The continuous media reports and public opinion have doubled the pressure on the Hong Kong government, and the pressure on the police station has also increased. It is conceivable how much pressure Fu Junze, who is in charge of this case, is under. Situ Kang and Fu Junze are the "treasures of the town bureau" of the police station. It is unprecedented for them to be drawn from their respective teams to take charge of the same case this time.When Fu Junze walked to the door of the conference room, he felt an aura that could not be ignored.I saw Situ Kang walking towards him. Situ Kang's momentum has never been lost to anyone. He is a typical example of "controlling evil with evil".

"Situ Jun." Jun Ze followed the example of the Japanese and bowed respectfully to say hello. "It's just come out after a thousand calls." Situ even raised his orchid finger, playing it more than Junze. "It's a pity that I was the only one who called out." Jun Ze walked into the conference room with Situ's shoulders on his shoulders. "If I don't call you out first, how can I call out the murderer." Situ smiled playfully. "Don't scare me like that." Jun Ze dragged Jun Ze to sit down, and handed him a piece of information, "This is the latest information on the deceased, I have already read it, and we will discuss it when everyone is here."

A few minutes later, all the police officers in charge of this case arrived. Junze distributed the information to everyone and briefly concluded: "According to the forensic report and on-site investigation, the recent six homicides of the deceased The death status is the same, and we preliminarily judge that the murderer is the same person. But apart from the modus operandi, we have not found any similarities between the six dead. From age to gender, from occupation to family background, from financial From the situation to the interpersonal relationship, the differences between the six deceased are very large, and it is impossible to judge the murderer's motive for killing."

"Although the specific motive cannot be determined, I think 90% of them may be vendetta." Situ added, "There were men and women among the dead, and the age of the deceased ranged from 30 to 60 years old, and the occupation span was very large, so seeking money and The possibility of love killing is no more than 5%. The murderer's method of killing is fast and accurate, and the scene is very clean. It can be seen that the murderer is not an impulsive murder, but a premeditated and planned serial killing. The murderer did not leave any direct evidence at the scene." "What's worse, the forensic doctor has not been able to confirm the specific method and weapon of the murder." Jun Ze picked up a stack of close-up photos of the neck of the deceased.The fine strangle marks are neatly arranged, and the wound is clean and tidy without unnecessary friction. "Judging from the wound, the murder weapon is probably a wire-like object with good flexibility and hardness, such as thin iron wire and fishing line, but no rust, plastic, nylon and other substances can be found in the wound."

"Actually, even if it can be confirmed, the investigation is of little significance." Jun Ze said helplessly, "Iron wire, fishing line, and nylon rope can be bought anywhere. Also, if these things may be murder weapons, how can we find them?" To grasp their flexibility so perfectly? The overall area of ​​the deceased’s wound is two centimeters wide, clean and tidy, without any unnecessary friction marks, and every strangle mark is clearly arranged. This is almost impossible when the deceased is struggling. It is possible. Therefore, the forensic doctor still has reservations about the murder weapon."

"Well," Situ rubbed his temples with his hands, "under such circumstances, we can only start with the identity of the deceased to find the motive for the murder. The first thing we have to do now is to find out the identity of the six deceased. Common points, and based on this, we can speculate on the murderer's next target." After the meeting, Situ returned to the office and found that the cigarettes were gone, so he planned to go to the convenience store next to the police station to buy them.As soon as he walked out of the police station, Situ saw a person.The man was wearing a leather jacket and sunglasses, and seemed to see him too.Their eyes meet, and even through the dark brown lenses, they can still feel the hostility in each other's eyes.

"Long time no see." The man waved his hand high, as if he knew Situ very well. Situ showed a contemptuous expression, stood in place and tapped his feet on the ground, waiting for him to approach, "Are you here to help the evildoers again?" The man paused in front of Situ without arguing, and walked into the police station after saying goodbye with a smile. "I hope you won't have nightmares!" Situ shouted loudly towards the man's back, as if he was afraid that people would not hear him.At this time, Jun Ze was receiving the courier in the reception room, and while signing, he looked towards this side, and when the man had gone far, he came to ask Situ, "Do you know him?"

"The public enemy of the Hong Kong police, the scum of the legal and political circles, don't say you don't know him. Go buy cigarettes." Situ smiled and walked away. Jun Ze turned around, but the figure of the man was gone, but Jun Ze still looked in that direction with a complicated expression. After a busy day, Situ Kang returned home hungry. After opening the door, he looked left and right like a thief, and saw a pink backpack lying on the sofa not far away.Situ chuckled, stretched his waist and took off his shoes, and shouted loudly: "Quick, get something to eat, I'm starving to death."

"Please, I just got back, okay?" A pretty girl stuck her head out from the kitchen, "Wait for half an hour." "Half an hour? I'll go to Junze's to eat." Situ Kang got up to take his coat. "He's not at home." The girl's answer was accompanied by the sound of pots and pans clinking from the kitchen. "Impossible. I just broke up with him at the police station. His home is closer than mine." "Maybe they have a second home." The girl brought out a plate of fruit, "Let's fill our stomach first." "A second home? How is that possible?" Situ Kang smiled.

"How is it impossible?" the girl pouted with her hips on her hips. Situ Kang said with a smirk on his face, "If he had a second home, would you still be so calm?" "What kind of person do you think your sister is?" The girl ran to him, "Even if the person I like doesn't like me, I won't cry and complain." "I can't tell, Situ Le." Situ Kang gave a thumbs up appreciatively, "Brother supports you." "How do you support it? Forget it. Feelings, if you say it well, it's called resignation. If it's bad, it's resignation. There's no happiness at all." After Situ Le finished speaking, he ran into the kitchen again. "Don't worry, Jun Ze must be single." Situ Kang said with certainty. "A person is single, but his heart is not guaranteed." Situ Le started to fry the steak. "Heart? Did you see it?" Situ Kang also squeezed into the kitchen. "Feel it," Situ Le pouted, "There is someone in his heart." Situ Kang sensed his sister's loss and said nothing more.In fact, that's right, Jun Ze is thirty years old, and he has never seen a woman wandering around, so it can't be because of his sexual orientation.Thinking of this, Situ Kang couldn't help getting goose bumps. "What are you thinking about again, help me quickly." Situ Le made a gesture to hit someone, and Situ Kang quickly picked up the kitchen knife. An Ran walked aimlessly on Luogu Street, this was the easiest way for her to drive away her boredom.Suddenly, her eyes locked on a blue car.A hint of surprise flashed across An Ran's eyes, but what followed the surprise was sadness. An Ran returned home quickly, and found that the door was not locked, she turned the doorknob lightly, and a scent of vegetables wafted over. Along with the sound of the lock turning, a magnetic voice came, "Are you back?" "You should change the car, the color is too bright." An Ran replied in a wrong way, closing the door and changing shoes. "The meal is ready, let's eat first." The man set the table and chopsticks and wiped his hands. An Ran looked at the table, there was only one bowl of rice on the table, "You are such a waste." "Frozen if you can't finish eating, you are usually busy, this dish is enough for you for a week." The man reached for his coat. "Fu Junze," An Ran called out, "Am I here a wolf's den or a tiger's den, can't you just stay here?" An Ran stared at the bowl, her voice was calm, but her question was sharp. "I've been busy lately..." "Okay." An Ran interrupted him, she was completely tired of this rubbish excuse. "Call me if you have anything to do." Jun Ze opened the door and left. Hearing the sound of the door closing, An Ran began to tremble unconsciously.She took a deep breath, sat down at the table, and began to eat.As she ate and ate, her tears flowed down, staining her makeup.With a bang, An Ran threw the bowl on the table, and the bowl rolled to the ground and cracked.An Ran wanted to reach out to grab the other plates, but suddenly grabbed the white tablecloth tightly, pulled it hard, lifted the whole tablecloth, and immediately the vegetables and radishes flew all over the sky. Standing downstairs in a mansion-style apartment, Meng Die raised her wrist to look at her watch, it was already six o'clock.No way, I have to wait even later.Meng Die went to the opposite shop to buy a cup of hot coffee.The foamy cream was stirred together, it was very sweet, and Meng Die took a sip when she saw a silver-gray sports car approaching, Meng Die finally had a reason to smile beautifully. "Could it be that the barrister, your client is finally willing to let him go?" Meng Die walked over. "Sorry for the traffic jam." Mo Fei jumped out of the car with an apologetic expression on his face. He was wearing a leather jacket and sunglasses, and he looked a bit sinister. "Forget it, your time is so expensive, I will spend less if I don't see you for a while." Meng Die belongs to the more powerful type of women, she bit her paper cup and walked towards the elevator. "Didn't you go to the airport, you came back very quickly." Mo Fei opened the elevator door. "Come back when things are done. The airport is the number one target for terrorist attacks. I don't want to stay longer." "Are you picking up someone, or sending someone off?" Mo Fei asked casually. "If it's a pick-up, can you still see me?" Meng Die pressed the floor number. "So it's a gift?" Could it be that there was a hint of "so that's the case" in his tone. "Why do you inquire so clearly?" Meng Die scolded. Could it be that he didn't say anything, just looked at Meng Die and smiled. "Why are you laughing?" Meng Die was embarrassed by him. Could it be that he didn't answer, just laughed. "What are you doing? Stop laughing, someone tapped your acupoints for laughing." Meng Die didn't know where to hide. Could it be that his eyes were not ordinary gentle. "Hey, Miss, is it a crime to laugh?" Mo Fei said with an innocent look. "You don't pretend to be innocent. You are helping those bastards in court. Your crime is serious. Let me tell you." Meng Die tapped Mo Fei's forehead with a paper cup. "Tell me? Even the barrister 'Queen Yong' can't tell me, so you still want to tell me?" Mo Fei grabbed the paper cup and drank it right away. "What's the matter? Playing big names." Meng Die pointed at him, "Without the permission of others, you have taken other people's property without permission. There are all witnesses and physical evidence. How are you going to defend yourself?" Meng Die pointed at himself, then pointed at him. That paper cup covered in fingerprints. "I dare to trick you, do you dare to take the trick?" Mo Fei waved his fist as a gesture. "Why don't you dare? Who is afraid of anyone, but wait a minute, and start after you get home. You say, I will write. My written expression is better than oral presentation." Meng Die began to play tricks. "It's very expensive to talk to me, I'll give you a discount, five yuan per second." "No problem, it's not cheap to read my manuscript, five yuan per word." "You are a literary person, so greedy for money." Mo Fei took out the house key. "It's better than you. At least I still have a conscience. You have helped so many bad people, so be careful of revenge." Meng Die nodded his head and said. The door opened, the two looked at each other with a smile, pushed the door and went in, and then, they all stood there dumbfounded. The room was in a mess, and the streaks of red paint on the wall were extremely eye-catching. An Ran sat on the side, watching Fu Junze clean up the mess with a blank expression.This is not the first time, every time Jun Ze finished saying "Call me if you have something to do", the phone would definitely ring within ten minutes.Fu Junze finished packing everything, looked at An Ran, turned and left. "Leave again?" An Ran called to stop him. "Everything is packed, don't mess it up again." Fu Junze seemed to be teaching a child. "It's all over? Why, don't you want to clean me up?" An Ran's childlike waywardness was not suitable for her clear appearance. "It's here for you, in the kitchen, don't spill any more." Fu Junze didn't seem to hear An Ran's words. "You don't even bother to scold me now, do you?" An Ran chased after her. Fu Junze looked back at her, wanted to say something, but finally gave up and opened the door to leave. "Fu Junze!" An Ran stood up, "Who are you showing this face to!" Jun Ze stopped, his face was ugly, but he held back and didn't attack. "If you don't want to come, then don't come, no one begged you to come." An Ran put in so much effort that her voice was broken. "As I said, call me if you have anything to do. If you call, I will come." Jun Ze turned to look at her, licked his dry lips and said, "Don't make random calls in the future if you have nothing to do." "Then tell me, I don't understand what it means to be troubled." An Ran was very aggrieved, and walked to Jun Ze step by step, her grievances gradually turned into provocations, "Disappeared? Kidnapped? Arson? Murder?" An Ran suddenly smiled, " rape?" Slap, a slap on An Ran's face.Jun Ze stared at her with anger in his eyes. really!An Ran felt a chill in her heart.She felt very painful, but she didn't cry, she just smiled quietly, "I didn't know that you were capable of beating me. I didn't know that you could hit me with this face." Jun Ze looked at her, at the five-finger marks on her face, with a complicated and deep expression. "You go," An Ran suddenly changed her tone, "You should go, it's best not to come again. But I want to tell you, Fu Junze, I didn't want to grow up like this." Fu Junze didn't make a sound, opened the door again, and disappeared quickly. Fu Junze never thought of seeing that so-called public enemy of the police, the scum of law and politics again, but unfortunately, an emergency order from the police station made him and him become the relationship between protector and victim for a while. "What's the situation?" Jun Ze took the transcript from an agent number 7732. "The house was splashed with paint." 7732 replied. Jun Ze only took a quick glance, and showed impatience, "Did the person provide any clues?" "No." Mo Fei interrupted suddenly, leaning against the door frame and looking at Fu Junze, "I'm waiting for you. Hey, what a great Tuesday, it's ruined just like that." Jun Ze avoided Mo Fei's eyes, looked up and looked around, saw Meng Die leaning against the wall in the corridor, frowned and asked, "Who is she?" Mo Fei brushed the dust off his shoulders and said, "My friend, or rather, the second discoverer at the scene." Jun Ze asked the little detective to record a statement for Meng Die, then stood side by side with Mo Fei and said, "Mr. Mo, have you offended anyone recently?" "Too many, I can't remember clearly." Mo Fei was a little nonchalant, even a little proud. "No way," Jun Ze scratched his scalp and pretended to ask casually, "How many lawsuits have been fought, how many bastards have been helped, how many times I have made dirty money, can't remember all of this?" "I'm a weird person, and I don't like to look back, so recalling such things is not suitable for me." Mo Fei approached Jun Ze, and suddenly whispered, "Why don't you help me think about it?" "You'd better remember, otherwise we won't be able to help you." Jun Ze didn't look at him. "You can help me." Mo Fei said meaningfully. "Heaven's evil is still a violation; self-inflicted, you can't live. You should know yourself." Jun Ze glanced at Mo Fei, put away the notes, and shouted, "Retract the team." Could it be that watching Jun Ze leave, the smile on the corner of his mouth was more complicated than the blurred eyes. Jun Ze returned to An Ran's house again, and when the key sounded to open the door, An Ran who was sitting on the sofa in the living room couldn't help laughing, she knew who was here, and there would be no one else here except him. "Did you go to the wrong door?" she said to Jun Ze who almost rushed through the door. "Could it be that something happened to the family just now." Jun Ze stopped the car in front of An Ran, the seriousness on his face made his face a little scary. An Ran stood up and walked towards the small bar, "Why are you telling me this?" Jun Ze bit his lip, "Six people have already died..." "So what?" An Ran interrupted him with a very gentle voice, leaned against the bar and poured herself a glass of red wine, "You and I will not be the seventh." Jun Ze was silent for a while, sat down on the sofa, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Apart from performances, where have you been recently?" "Where are the dead people going? This is what you want to ask, right?" An Ran rolled her eyes at Jun Ze, her eyes were slightly red. Jun Ze clasped his fists with both hands and smashed his forehead, "If Situ came to ask you, would you answer the same?" "Why would Situ come to ask me?" An Ran actually sneered, "Unless you betray me." "Situ won't let me lead you by the nose, he will know sooner or later." Jun Ze stood on tiptoe, trembling once and for all. "I'm not afraid." An Ran turned the glass, the red liquid swirled at the bottom of the glass, and said lightly, "I have you." "Do you have to talk to me like this?" Jun Ze was a little annoyed, and he stepped on his heels all of a sudden. "Do you have to doubt me like this?" An Ran contradicted him unabashedly, "I know what you are thinking, but you have to know that you are the same as me." After a while of silence, the sound of the door closing heavily echoed in the gray space filled with the smell of gunpowder.