Chapter 15 Chapter Fourteen Falsification

After half a cup of tea, Du Chengcheng saw Zhang Zhenliang walking in with a big paper bag.He waved his hand, and Zhang Zhenliang, who was looking around, saw him and walked over quickly. "Master, Happy New Year." Zhang Zhenliang pulled out his chair and sat down, "Why did you choose such a place?" "The fourth day of the Lunar New Year." Du Cheng poured him tea, "It would be nice to have a place that can be opened." "That's right." Zhang Zhenliang smiled and pushed the big paper bag over. Du Cheng opened the paper bag, which contained the bound case files.He roughly flipped through it, and it was all about the 1990 series of rape, murder, and dismemberment cases.Compared with the information he had, the one provided by Zhang Zhenliang was more detailed.In addition to the public security files, there are prosecution materials from the procuratorate, court trial records, and judgments of the first and second instances.

"Have you read it all?" "Yeah." Zhang Zhenliang peeled off a pistachio and threw it into his mouth, "On and off, check it out when you have time." Du Cheng lit a cigarette and looked at his former apprentice: "What do you think?" "to be honest?" "nonsense." "The case you engaged in back then..." Zhang Zhenliang curled his lips, "Based on current standards, it's nonsense." In fact, Xu Mingliang was highly suspected by the task force, not without reason.First of all, from the perspective of Xu Mingliang's place of residence, it fits the general scope defined by Du Cheng based on the route of throwing the corpse.Moreover, his occupation and the white truck he drives are basically consistent with the conjecture of the task force.As for his anti-investigation ability, it has also been verified in various literary and documentary works about criminal investigation found in his home.

Secondly, from the perspective of Xu Mingliang's own characteristics, he was born in a single-parent family, with average academic performance, withdrawn personality, few friends, and suffered setbacks in his youth.Due to the pressure of life, the mother is relatively negligent, and there is a lack of necessary communication and communication between mother and child.This will cause him to lack compassion and empathy for others.There may be no love history. The reason cannot be ruled out that it is difficult to establish normal contact with other women.Having sexual desires and witnessing mothers having affairs with other men may lead to misogyny.From the perspective of criminal psychology, it is not surprising that such a person commits rape and murder.

Finally, Xu Mingliang's fingerprints were found on the plastic bag wrapping the body parts.This is the most direct and most important evidence.The basis for the procuratorate's approval of arrest and prosecution and the court's conviction of him also revolves around this evidence. "Well, of course there is a basis for this kind of suspicion." Zhang Zhenliang did not deny this, "If it were me, I would arrest this guy first and wait for a trial. But..." "But what?" "There is too little direct evidence. To put it bluntly, you have nothing but fingerprints, such as bodily fluids."

"Every homicide was not extracted, and the killer used a condom." "But the condom was not found at his home either." "This is easy to explain, and it will be discarded after committing the crime." "It's hard to explain." Zhang Zhenliang knocked on the table, "A person who knows how to clean a corpse, use a condom, and wipe off fingerprints, would make such a mistake when wrapping a corpse?" "It's understandable to be flustered after committing the crime." "The problem is, he didn't panic at that time." Zhang Zhenliang straightened up, "Killing four people, his method of dismembering the corpse has become more and more proficient, and the wrapping of the corpse is also methodical. In addition, he still struggled to throw the corpse , don't you find it strange?"

"What's so strange?" "This guy is a butcher." Zhang Zhenliang looked around and lowered his voice, "If I were him, there would be no need to throw the corpse." "What will you do?" Du Cheng stared at him and asked. "We all know that human body parts are too damn similar to pork. Don't we all use pigs for experiments?" Zhang Zhenliang said in a low voice. Let’s take some time to deal with it. This guy has too many conveniences. Throwing the body is risky and laborious, and it’s not possible at all.” "So you don't think it's him?"

"That's not true. It's just that I can't be absolutely sure it's him." Zhang Zhenliang refilled the teacup in front of Du Cheng, "According to current standards, it just hasn't reached the level of 'beyond reasonable doubt'." Du Cheng hummed and looked at him with a half-smile. Zhang Zhenliang took a sip of tea, looked at Du Cheng, and suddenly came to his senses. "Master, you... are you playing with me?" Du Cheng laughed out loud. "You old bastard, you already know it in your heart, right?" Zhang Zhenliang's analysis of the case was basically within Du Cheng's consideration.Decades of criminal police career have given him an almost intuitive instinctive reaction to crime.The real murderer is not Xu Mingliang, this is his first judgment.The best way to verify this judgment is to try to overthrow it from various angles, so he asked Zhang Zhenliang to discuss the case.If you can't deny this idea, it means that your direction is correct.

The next thing to do is to prove this conclusion legally. Or, find out the real murderer. "Actually, I couldn't blame you all back then." Zhang Zhenliang also lit a cigarette, "The rules of evidence are different from now, and the case was still solved within a limited time." "This is not an excuse." Du Cheng lowered his head, "That is a human life." Zhang Zhenliang was silent for a while: "Master?" "Ok." "Why do you have to investigate this case?" Du Cheng stared at Zhang Zhenliang for a few seconds: "Zhenliang, I don't have much time."

"I know." Zhang Zhenliang sat upright, "That's why I asked. What if...it's too late?" Du Cheng smiled: "I haven't thought about this." "Master," Zhang Zhenliang said with difficulty, "you can do whatever you want in the rest of the time. As long as you want to do, we can do our best to help you achieve it..." "Haha, I want to investigate this case now." "Hmm." Zhang Zhenliang looked away and stared at the table, "Why don't you rest and I'll check. If you're too late, I promise you will find out the truth."

"You never forget to sue Naiweng at the family sacrifice?" Du Cheng patted Zhang Zhenliang across the table, "Don't be ridiculous. This is my business. The meaning of this case to you is different from that to me." "How different can it be?" "Let's put it this way." Du Cheng looked directly into Zhang Zhenliang's eyes, "Every minute and second I have left is for this matter." Zhang Zhenliang looked back at Du Cheng, with a serious expression on his face.After a long time, he suddenly asked without thinking: "Master, where were you in November 1992?"

"Huh?" Du Cheng was taken aback by the question, "I'll think about it." In early 1992, Xu Mingliang was executed.From the verdict of the first instance to the execution of Xu Mingliang, there was always one person running around complaining for him.However, in front of a judiciary that is as rigorous as a machine, the power of an individual is really insignificant, even if he is a part of this machine. This person is Du Cheng. He insisted that it was a wrong case.For this reason, Du Cheng turned against Ma Jian and others who were once as close as brothers.The bureau couldn't accept any flaws in this iron case, which was highly praised by the superiors.After repeated weighing, Du Cheng was transferred from his original post and went to a relatively remote county in the province. He was only transferred back in 1993. "I was in City F at the time." Du Cheng thought for a while, "What's wrong?" Zhang Zhenliang took out a portfolio from his purse and handed it to Du Cheng. "I guessed right." Zhang Zhenliang looked solemn, "Since you must do it, then you should read this." "You fucking hid private goods with me?" Du Cheng scolded with a smile.However, seeing Zhang Zhenliang's expression, he realized that it was not a joke. In the file bag is still the criminal case file.Du Cheng flipped through the first few photos, his expression suddenly changed, and the speed of flipping through his hands became faster and faster. "Zhenliang," Du Cheng closed the file and stared at his apprentice, his hands began to tremble, "This...what is this?" Lin Guodong picked up the paper bucket of instant noodles, drank the last mouthful of noodle soup, and smacked his lips contentedly. This stuff is really easy and delicious, much better than the instant noodles in the past. He got up and left the table, walked into the kitchen, threw the noodle bucket into the trash can, poured a glass of cold water, and looked at the charging phone by the way. That was his new "toy", but unfortunately it ran out of battery after playing with it for a long time.But that's okay, he still has plenty of fun things to do before his phone is fully charged. Lin Guodong returned to the computer and continued to browse a webpage.It was a special topic on food safety produced by a certain portal website.Lin Guodong muttered while watching, turning his head to look at the kitchen from time to time. The bucket of a certain brand of instant noodles he just ate was also on the food blacklist listed on the webpage because it was suspected of using gutter oil. Lin Guodong cursed a curse word.It seems that this new world is not all good. He adjusted his sitting posture and continued to browse the web. Inadvertently, he saw links to previous topics.The mouse moved slowly over the links, and finally, it stopped on one of them. "He's Next Door to You - Files of Serial Killers in China". There was a strange expression on Lin Guodong's face, which seemed to be both expectant and arrogant, as if a top student was checking his report card.He freed one hand, took out a cigarette and lit it, and then pressed the mouse. click. The brightness of the display suddenly drops, and a dimly colored page opens. Long Zhimin, a native of Shaanxi, has lured 48 people to his home and killed them since 1983 under the pretext of hiring workers and providing accommodation. Wang Qiang, a native of Liaoning, has committed multiple robberies, rapes, and murders since 1995, with at least 45 victims. Yang Xinhai, a native of Henan, has been roaming around in many places since 2000, killing 67 people in total. Huang Yong, a native of Henan, has lured 17 teenagers into their homes since 2001 and killed them with the help of a "smart Trojan horse" modified from a pasta machine. ... Lin Guodong browsed word by word, patiently looking at the bottom of the page.However, the name he had been waiting for did not come.This made him a little surprised, but also a little disappointed. 67 people. 45 people. 17 people. ... At least 7 people were killed. Lin Guodong smiled wryly and shook his head.Yes, compared with them, they are nothing. He closed the page, tried his best to stretch his sore back, and turned his head to look out the window. In the first month, even in the middle of the night, the festive atmosphere is still strong.The sound of firecrackers comes from time to time, and occasionally gorgeous fireworks can be seen blooming in places far or near. In the past ten days, the Lvzhuyuan community has not been quiet.This is an old residential area with few young residents.On weekdays, it is deserted and clear, and you can only see old people walking around in the yard with crutches, cloudy eyes and indifferent eyes.Only the Spring Festival, a festival that should be reunited, can the children scattered in various places come back here. Lin Guodong opened the window and looked at a black car slowly driving away downstairs.It was a family that had just finished visiting relatives.Routine work, full of wine and food, after saying "Mom, take care of your health, I will come to see you when you are free", and left happily. The old lady stood downstairs until she could no longer see the tail lights of the black car. The so-called "free time" is probably a year later. Lin Guodong smiled. Behind him, is this empty home, with no family, no responsibilities.There is no need to say insincere greetings, and there is less worry about daily necessities. Only myself.Just for myself. How nice it is. A gust of cold wind poured into the room, but it was not annoying, on the contrary, it was quite pleasant - mixed with the smell of meat. Lin Guodong looked down and saw that the small transom downstairs was also open, a large stream of steam was gushing out of it, and there was a faint noise coming from it. Another unfinished family dinner. Lin Guodong closed the window and stood in the bedroom with his hands down.However, the smell of meat did not disperse, it was still floating and sinking in the room. He sniffs, and the smell triggers a switch in his memory. That child, what's his name? Lin Guodong paced back and forth in the narrow room with his hands behind his back.Gradually, that face slowly became clear in my mind. Round face, a little fat.Always has a shy expression and sweats when nervous.Rub your nose habitually.I like to lean sideways, sit on the edge of the bed, and hunched over to recite books silently. He returned to the computer, skillfully opened the search engine, and typed three words. In an instant, tens of thousands of search results appeared on the page.He skimmed through the first few entries—not the kid. After thinking about it, Lin Guodong typed in another keyword: City C. The search results were greatly reduced, however, he still couldn't see the information he was most looking forward to. Lin Guodong stared at the monitor and clasped his hands together.Gradually exerting force, the joints creaked. He knew exactly what he was looking for, as if an old man who was about to lose his memory opened a diary to record the past in the middle of the night.It made him cringe a bit, however, more excited. Yes, memories.What else am I left with besides this? Lin Guodong touched the keyboard again and typed out the last keyword. murderer. Memories can be a river, a piece of green grass, a trash can, a water tower, a narrow toilet, a saw, a kitchen knife. The past twenty-three years ago unfolded slowly before Lin Guodong's eyes.Those touches and smells clearly existed on his fingertips and lingered in the air around him.He opened one page after another, quietly looking at the thrilling words, feeling the blood rushing through his body. those nights.Those thrills and thrills.Those fears and excitements. Before he knew it, he was already dripping with sweat. After closing the last webpage, Lin Guodong leaned back on the chair wearily, and raised his hand to wipe off the sweat that had flowed to the tip of his nose.He looked around, and finally fixed his eyes on the single bed. is her. He stood up and walked slowly to the living room, staring at the beige checked fabric sofa, where a black leather sofa had once stood. is her. He looked down at the faded, chipped paint floor. is her. Then he turned and went to a marble-topped dining table in the foyer and stroked the cold, smooth surface. is her. The whole body became hot again.Lin Guodong felt a fire burning from the inside out, scalding liquid seeped out from the pores, making his skin crackle. He lowered his head, closed his eyes, and breathed slowly, trying to cool down his boiling brain. A few minutes later, Lin Guodong let out a long breath, picked up his sweat-drenched shirt, and wiped his forehead.He walked to the bathroom, intending to wash his face with cold water.However, the moment he stepped through the door, his mind exploded again. Milky white tile floor, yellowed plastic shower curtain, shower head with brass handle, and the sweet smell that hits the face. It's them. Lin Guodong was completely out of the control of his brain, he quickly took off all his clothes, stretched out his hands to hold his already extremely hard lower body, and moved quickly. When the apex came, Lin Guodong's legs trembled violently, and finally completely collapsed, leaning his back against the wall, and slid on the ground. After a hoarse growl, he finally lost his strength and lay down on his side in the bathroom. After a long time, Lin Guodong woke up slowly.The moment he opened his eyes, a drop of sweat just happened to slip from his eyelashes.Everything in front of him was magnified wonderfully, including the pool of viscous liquid not far away. With his hot face pressed against the cold tiled floor, Lin Guodong lay quietly, feeling his lower body sticking together and sticking to his inner thigh. My mind went blank.When his body had completely cooled down, he got up with difficulty, put on his clothes slowly, and walked out of the bathroom with a hunched waist. Sitting down in front of the computer, Lin Guodong was in a daze.After the aftertaste of the orgasm, there is a long period of emptiness and fear.It was clear to him that some part of his body was being awakened.He could hardly resist the temptation, and felt deeply regretful. No, no more.don't go back. However, the black flower is growing quietly in the bottom of my heart. Lin Guodong shook his head. He casually picked up a pencil from the table, held it with his backhand, let the tip of the pen rest on his wrist, and secretly exerted force. The nib is embedded in the skin. The tingling sensation woke him up slightly.Lin Guodong held the mouse with his other hand, trying to distract himself by looking at something.At a glance, a headline jumped into his sight. It was a page that hadn't been visited since the last search: "The real murderer is still at large-the murder case reappears". This is a post in an internet forum.Lin Guodong opened the page, thinking to himself, what kind of nonsense story is it? However, after only reading two or three lines, his eyes widened and his whole body tensed up. The pencil snapped with a click.