Chapter 22 Chapter 21 The Truth

Ma Jian walked into the teahouse, asked the front desk attendant a few words, and was then taken to a box at the end of the second floor.As soon as he entered the door, he saw Luo Shaohua curled up on the sofa, staring blankly at the teacup in front of him. "Shaohua, what's the matter in such a hurry to find me?" Ma Jian took off his coat and sat opposite Luo Shaohua. He was stunned as soon as he took a closer look at him, "Damn, what's wrong with you?" Luo Shaohua's hair was disheveled, his eye sockets were blue, his eyes were bloodshot, and the lines on his face were as deep as a knife, giving him the image of a drug addict.

"You boy, don't you fucking suck fans?" "Where did you go?" Luo Shaohua smiled miserably, "Old Ma, how are you doing recently? You're fine?" "It's okay." Ma Jian looked good, his hair was a little longer, combed neatly behind his head, he patted his stomach, "It's just that I'm fat—it's just idle every day." Luo Shaohua glanced at him, got up and filled his teacup with tea. "Would you like something to eat?" "No, I just ate." Ma Jian looked at Luo Shaohua, "I felt strange when you called me in the middle of the night last time. Tell me, what can you do to me?"

Luo Shaohua let out a long sigh, fell back on the sofa, and covered his face with his hands. "Say it!" Seeing his slumped look, Ma Jian felt quite impatient, "Why are you still such a mother-in-law?" Luo Shaohua was silent for a while, as if he didn't know how to speak. "Are you going to tell me?" Ma Jian was a little annoyed, and made a gesture to get up and get dressed, "Don't tell me, I'm leaving." "Old Ma," Luo Shaohua finally plucked up his courage, "Do you still remember Xu Mingliang's case?" "Of course I remember." Ma Jian got up halfway and then stopped. He half-twisted his body, looked at Luo Shaohua blankly, and gradually frowned, "Why did you suddenly think of saying this?"

"Back then, we all thought it was an iron case. Only Du Cheng believed that we had arrested the wrong person." Luo Shaohua lit a cigarette and lowered his head, his forehead almost touching his knees. "Actually, he was right." Ma Jian still maintained the posture just now, staring fixedly at Luo Shaohua. After a long while, he squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "What did you say?" "The murderer is someone else." Luo Shaohua raised his head, with a look of fear and despair on his face, "And, he's back." "Who is the murderer? How do you know?" Ma Jian couldn't hold back anymore, he raised his hand and grabbed Luo Shaohua's collar, "He's back—what do you mean?"

Luo Shaohua's body swayed weakly following Ma Jian's movements, and a smile that was uglier than crying appeared on his face. "This is a long story." October 28, 1992. It was late autumn, and in the early morning, the temperature was close to zero.It was already bright day, but the frost on the grass blades did not fade.Luo Shaohua stared at the black plastic bag in the whitened green belt, the stone in his heart was getting bigger and heavier. This is the intersection of Dongjiang Street and Yanbian Road, which has been completely cordoned off by the police.There was a temporary traffic jam as the road narrowed.The vehicles that passed by slowly opened their windows curiously, looking at this side from a distance, trying to see clearly what happened in the green belt through the group of busy policemen.

Site investigation is in progress.At the center site, investigators searched the ground inch by inch.A forensic doctor squatted on the ground, staring at the black plastic bag solemnly.On the outer edge of the green belt, a sanitation worker was nervously describing to two policemen how he found the body parts. The camera's flash keeps firing.The clear and brief instructions and responses of the surveyors kept coming to Luo Shaohua's ears.He smacked his dry mouth, carefully stepped on the aisle pedal, and walked into the center scene. The plastic bag was in a bush, and the grass next to it had slip marks. It seemed that someone had thrown it in from the left side of the road.The surface of the plastic bag was scratched by a bush branch, exposing a piece of bluish-white human skin.According to the reporter, he didn't know what it was at the time, but when he took a closer look, a mole on his skin made him realize that it was a human body.

Looking at the yellow tape wrapped around the pocket, Luo Shaohua raised his head subconsciously, just in time to meet Ma Jian's gloomy gaze. The photographic evidence is fixed.The forensic doctor carefully opened the tape with tweezers. After extracting it, he opened the mouth of the bag and took out a human stump from the plastic bag.After examining it carefully, he turned to Ma Jian and said, "The right thigh." Ma Jian didn't speak, and signaled the investigators to check the plastic bags.The latter pinched the handle of the plastic bag, scanned the interior several times with the search light, lifted the bag again, observed it repeatedly under natural light, and finally shook his head at Ma Jian.

"At first glance, there are no fingerprints left. I will go back and check carefully." Ma Jian was silent for a few seconds, then said in a low voice, "Extract first." At this time, a young uniformed policeman hurried over and rushed straight to Ma Jian: "Cavalry, at the main entrance of the urban construction garden, another black plastic bag was found." He swallowed: "It seems to be a torso." Ma Jian closed his eyes tightly, then opened them immediately, turned around and waved to Luo Shaohua: "Let's go." The victim, Liang Qingyun, female, 29 years old, was a salesperson in the city's No. 1 Department Store. She disappeared after get off work at 9:00 p.m. on October 27, 1992. In the early morning of the next day, the deceased's right thigh was at the intersection of Dongjiang Street and Yanbian Road. After being discovered, other body parts were found in various areas of the city one after another.The deceased was sexually assaulted and died of mechanical asphyxiation.The body parts were all wrapped in black plastic bags with yellow tape wrapped around the mouths of the bags.No clothing of the deceased was found at the scene, nor were fingerprints or footprints extracted.

The case analysis meeting of the "10.28 Rape and Murder Case" lasted all afternoon.After the meeting adjourned, Ma Jian was called to the director's office for a closed-door discussion. Half an hour later, Ma Jian came out with a gloomy face.Luo Shaohua, who had been waiting at the door for a long time, rushed to meet him. "Horse team, how are you?" "Temporarily block the news and refuse the media's interview request." "that's it?" "What do you mean 'that's all'?" Ma Jian looked impatient, got up and walked towards the office, "What else do you want?"

"He did it?" "No." Ma Jian denied it categorically, without squinting, and strode forward. "Why not?" Luo Shaohua was in a hurry, and grabbed Ma Jian, "That technique...is exactly the same!" "No!" Ma Jian shook off Luo Shaohua's hand and continued to walk forward, "That bastard has already been shot." "Ma Jian!" Luo Shaohua hurried to catch up with him, "We are deceiving ourselves!" Ma Jian stopped suddenly, lowered his head, closed his eyes tightly, and the muscles on his cheeks were throbbing, as if trying to control his emotions.

"Cavalry," Luo Shaohua looked around and whispered, "Maybe Du Cheng is right, we really caught the wrong one..." "No!" Ma Jian roared suddenly, turned around and grabbed Luo Shaohua by the collar, and pressed him firmly against the wall, "We did not arrest the wrong person, it is Xu Mingliang!" "Then how do you explain this case?" Luo Shaohua tore desperately, his face flushed, "Murder after rape, mechanical asphyxiation, black plastic bag, yellow tape..." A few passing policemen heard the sound and looked this way, showing curious or puzzled expressions. Ma Jian looked at them, let go of his hand, stood where he was, panting heavily. "It's an imitation crime." Ma Jian's voice was still breathing heavily, "Xu Mingliang's case was exaggerated by the media, and it is inevitable that some people will follow suit, so this time we have to block the news." Luo Shaohua stretched out his hand to smooth the wrinkled collar, staring at Ma Jian, his chest heaving violently. "So, we have to catch him as soon as possible." Ma Jian folded his hips and looked at the ground, as if he was speaking to Luo Shaohua, but also as if he was talking to himself. Unexpectedly, he rushed over again and grabbed the collar that Luo Shaohua had just smoothed. "Did you hear that? We're going to catch him! As soon as possible!" Ma Jian's eyes were like a raging beast, his teeth were gritted, "Catch him, and we'll know we're right!" Same black plastic bag.fingerprint.White van.Blood in the car.Xu Mingliang's statement. These are the main evidences transferred by the police to the procuratorate.If you think about it carefully, black plastic bags are common household items; the blood in the carriage has been cleaned and mixed with pig blood. Although it is proved to exist, it has no value for investigation due to contamination; as for Xu Mingliang’s confession Luo Shaohua knew very well what kind of means he used to obtain it. After much deliberation, except for the fingerprint, other evidence cannot directly point the murderer to Xu Mingliang. So, why did Xu Mingliang's fingerprints appear on the plastic bag that wrapped the corpse? There are two possibilities: first, the murderer is Xu Mingliang; second, the murderer is a person who has contact with Xu Mingliang, and among them, the person who bought Xu Mingliang's pork is the most suspected. The Chunyang Farmer's Market where Xu Mingliang works is adjacent to a large residential area, and thousands of people may have bought his pork.It is difficult to estimate the time required to investigate one by one, but Ma Jian and others only have 20 days. Therefore, Ma Jian chose the first possibility, and the second possibility became bigger and bigger in Luo Shaohua's mind. Yang Guiqin didn't come out of the stall. Standing behind the bed was a young man in his twenties, struggling to split open a rib.Luo Shaohua stepped forward and asked, "Where's Yang Guiqin?" "She didn't come." The young man put down the kitchen knife, "Now this bed belongs to me." "What's up with her?" "I've been ill for almost a year." The young man looked at Luo Shaohua curiously, "Which restaurant do you belong to? You can find me when you buy meat in the future, it's the same." Luo Shaohua didn't make a sound, took out his police officer's card and waved it in front of him. "You're a policeman." The young man lowered his eyelids, picked up the kitchen knife again, "Isn't my brother's affairs all over?" "Xu Mingliang is your brother?" Luo Shaohua asked again, "Who are you?" "I'm Yang Guiqin's nephew." The young man was obviously full of hostility towards Luo Shaohua, and his movements of chopping ribs suddenly intensified. Luo Shaohua looked at the crooked ribs, turned and left. Fifteen minutes later, Luo Shaohua parked the car downstairs at Xu Mingliang's house.As soon as the engine was turned off, Yang Guiqin was seen staggering out of the corridor. After not seeing each other for a year, Yang Guiqin almost lost her appearance.The hair that was originally mixed with a few silver threads has now turned gray, and the wrinkles on the face are criss-crossing. The whole person looks ten years older.Although it has not yet entered winter, Yang Guiqin has already put on a thick down jacket, hat and scarf, and looks very fragile. She was holding a cloth bag in her hand, and she didn't know what was stuffed in it, but it was obviously too heavy for her, so that she had to walk a few steps to put the cloth bag on the ground, and then she could continue to move forward after taking a breath. forward. Her target is a bus stop.At this moment, a bus slowly stopped on the platform. After a few passengers got off, the bus closed the doors and was about to leave.Yang Guiqin was a little anxious, and tried to pick up the cloth bag, trying to catch up with the bus quickly, but unexpectedly lost her balance and fell heavily on the ground. Luo Shaohua hurried over to help her up.Yang Guiqin raised her head gratefully, and seeing him, the smile on her face instantly froze. "It's you?" She shook off Luo Shaohua's hand, "The person died and the money was lost, why are you looking for me?" Luo Shaohua was speechless, picked up the cloth bag on the ground, and found several books inside. "What are you doing here?" "Don't worry about it." Yang Guiqin grabbed the cloth bag, turned around and left.However, after only taking a few steps, he was panting again and again.Seeing this, Luo Shaohua quickly chased after her, took the cloth bag with one hand, and held her arm with the other. "I'll see you off." He took Yang Guiqin to the side of the road, "You look like this, I'm afraid you'll have to get down halfway." Yang Guiqin is still struggling.Luo Shaohua couldn't help but dragged her into the car.After closing the car door and fastening her seat belt, Yang Guiqin gave up her resistance and sat in the passenger seat with a face of reluctance. "Where are you going?" Luo Shaohua started the car, turned his head and asked. "My son's teacher's house." Yang Guiqin looked ahead and said in a cold tone, "He left some books at my house. I found them when I sorted out Mingliang's belongings." Luo Shaohua looked at the bulging cloth bag: "It's so heavy, how can you carry it by yourself?" "No matter how heavy it is, it must be returned!" The old woman turned her head and looked out the window, "Our family does not owe anyone anything!" Murder to pay for life, debt to pay back money.The family members of the four victims filed a criminal incidental civil lawsuit at the same time, demanding more than 100,000 yuan in compensation.Yang Guiqin took out all her savings and sold the pickup truck to barely pay off. Luo Shaohua looked at her stubborn face, sighed secretly, and stepped on the accelerator. The destination is not far from Xu Mingliang's house, also within Tiedong District.Luo Shaohua was driving while looking at Yang Guiqin.The old woman remained silent, her hands were tightly clasped, her thin face was hidden behind the hat and scarf, and her expression could not be seen. "Who does Xu Mingliang have more contact with?" Yang Guiqin didn't answer. "People who often go to the butcher stall to buy meat, how many can you remember?" The old woman turned her head to look at him, then turned away again. "Why are you asking this?" This time it was Luo Shaohua's turn to be speechless.After thinking for a while, he asked again: "How is your nephew—the one who took over the meat stall—what is the relationship with Xu Mingliang?" "You went to find my nephew?" Yang Guiqin burst out suddenly, "Mingliang has already paid for his life, what else do you want? Are you implicating the nine clans?" Luo Shaohua stopped asking questions and concentrated on driving.The young man who runs the meat stall does have the motivation and possibility to continue revenge on the society for his cousin, but even if Luo Shaohua doesn't know how his relationship with Xu Mingliang is, he still feels that this possibility is very slim.Judging from the way the young man chops the ribs, it is too difficult for him to complete the dismemberment.In addition, and more importantly, in his eyes, Luo Shaohua could not see that kind of bottomless evil. Ten minutes later, the two came to the Lvzhuyuan community.This is the family area of ​​the Green Bamboo MSG Factory, and most of the residents are naturally employees of the factory.Luo Shaohua was trying to figure out the identity of this so-called "teacher". The old woman had already opened the door and got out of the car, walking forward without looking back. Luo Shaohua jumped out of the car in a hurry, caught up with Yang Guiqin, and grabbed the heavy cloth bag from her hand without any explanation.Yang Guiqin probably had already experienced Luo Shaohua's stubbornness, so she didn't bother too much, but just walked slowly behind him. Under her instruction, Luo Shaohua walked to the downstairs of Unit 4 in Building 22, while Yang Guiqin was still walking over tens of meters away step by step.To be honest, this cloth bag full of books is not light.Not to mention Yang Guiqin, who is old and frail, Luo Shaohua even finds it difficult to carry it.He wanted to put the cloth bag on the ground to relieve his numb hands, but he was afraid that it would get dirty and make Yang Guiqin unhappy.Look left and right, there is a white Dongfeng pickup truck parked downstairs.Luo Shaohua put the cloth bag into the carriage, leaned against the car, and waited for Yang Guiqin to come over. The driver's seat of the pickup truck opened suddenly, and a middle-aged man poked his head out, frowning at Luo Shaohua. "For now." Luo Shaohua pointed to Yang Guiqin, "wait for this old lady." The middle-aged man snorted and shrank back. After finally waiting for Yang Guiqin to go downstairs, and knowing that she was going to the fifth floor, Luo Shaohua took back the cloth bag from the carriage and strode upstairs. The iron door of Room 501 was locked.Luo Shaohua knocked on the door a few times, but there was no response.He turned his head to look at Yang Guiqin who was struggling to climb up: "There is no one at home." "Someone." Yang Guiqin was out of breath, sweat was all over her face, "I called before I came." She moved to the door, raised her hand to knock on the door, and said as she knocked, "Master Zhao, I am Mingliang's mother." The door opened suddenly, and an old woman showed half of her body with a vigilant expression. "Guiqin, come in quickly." The old woman was stunned when she saw Luo Shaohua behind Yang Guiqin, "Who is this?" "He sent me here." Yang Guiqin obviously had no extra energy to explain, and turned around to instruct Luo Shaohua, "Help me carry it in." Entering the room, the old woman obviously relaxed a lot.She helped Yang Guiqin sit on the sofa, busy helping her hang clothes and pour hot water. "Guiqin, you're really good too." The old woman sat beside Yang Guiqin, holding her hand, "A few books, why bother sending them here, I'll ask Guodong to get them." "Teacher Lin is so busy, why bother him." Yang Guiqin smiled weakly, "Besides, he has been at my place for more than a year, and I don't know if it will delay Teacher Lin's work." "It's okay, don't delay." "Don't blame me." Yang Guiqin's voice began to tremble as tears streamed down, "I dare not look at Mingliang's stuff, and this child is all in my mind. So, it took more than a year to sort out his belongings..." The old woman hurriedly hugged her shoulders, comforting her repeatedly. Luo Shaohua stood in the living room, listening silently.From their conversation, the purpose of Yang Guiqin's trip gradually became clear.Xu Mingliang was not willing to be a butcher. He took the adult college entrance examination two years ago, but his English was poor.This guy was not discouraged, and planned to review for a year and take the exam again.Yang Guiqin supported her son's idea, and even recruited the son of an old colleague—the so-called "Teacher Lin"—to teach Xu Mingliang.She came here to return the few reference books Mr. Lin lent to her son at that time. The focus of the conversation between the two old ladies was naturally Yang Guiqin's life over the past year.Speaking of sadness, Yang Guiqin burst into tears again.The old woman got up to get a towel, only to find that Luo Shaohua was still standing at the door. "Oh, I forgot to ask." The old woman hurriedly greeted him, "Who are you?" Luo Shaohua didn't know how to introduce himself.Yang Guiqin opened the mouth first: "You go first, I will go home by myself later." "I'll wait for you." Luo Shaohua looked at his watch, "It will be evening rush hour soon, and the bus will be very crowded." "Let's go!" Yang Guiqin suddenly raised the volume, "What else do you want to check? Do you want to check Teacher Lin?!" The old woman stood where she was, looking at Yang Guiqin and Luo Shaohua, both puzzled and at a loss. Luo Shaohua felt a little embarrassed, so he could only say "okay" in a low voice, then turned around and opened the door to go out.As soon as he leaned out, he bumped into a person outside the door. "Old Zhao, old Zhao, you are really at home!" A middle-aged man angrily pushed Luo Shaohua away and barged in. The old woman's expression suddenly became sullen: "Why are you here again?" "What if I don't come?" The middle-aged man shook a few bills in his hand, "The gas money of more than one hundred yuan should I pay for it myself?" Luo Shaohua recognized him, he was the driver of the white pickup truck downstairs. "How many times have I told you?" The old woman could no longer care about Yang Guiqin behind her, "Who can prove that it is the oil used by Guodong?" "Can I still lie to you? I don't know which car your son is driving? The car is downstairs. If you don't believe me, let Guodong take a look." The middle-aged man was anxious, "Anyway, Guodong is also a college student. How can you still lie?" "Don't shout!" The old woman obviously didn't want the neighbors to hear their dispute, "If you want to talk, come in and talk." After that, she raised her hand and pushed the iron door. Luo Shaohua stood in the corridor, shook his head with a wry smile, thinking that this was all a mess.Through the iron gate, he could still hear the old woman and the middle-aged man arguing loudly, and it became more and more intense.It seems that Yang Guiqin should leave soon.Luo Shaohua decided to go downstairs and wait for her. He lit a cigarette, held it in his mouth, turned and went downstairs.However, his footsteps became slower and slower, and finally, he stopped on the slow platform on the second floor. He found that he was recalling the conversation between the old woman, Yang Guiqin and the middle-aged man in his mind, and it seemed that some information touched his nerves. Gradually, several seemingly unrelated things became clearer. Teacher Lin (probably called Lin Guodong) is Xu Mingliang's tutor. White pickup truck. Lin Guodong once drove this white pickup truck. Luo Shaohua turned his head to look upstairs, then he quickened his pace and rushed downstairs. The white pickup truck is still parked downstairs.Luo Shaohua turned around the car body.Dongfeng brand, the car is not very old, the car body is covered with a layer of dust, it seems that it has been idle for a long time.Finally, he stood in front of the front of the car and stared at the ordinary pickup truck in front of him. When the police investigated and visited the corpse dumping site in Xiajiang Village, they obtained such a clue: a villager had seen a white car "not a sedan" near the scene the night before the incident.Based on this, the police also determined that Xu Mingliang's white van was the means of transportation he used when throwing his body. So what if the villager sees a white pickup truck? Luo Shaohua's heart beat violently.He went around the back of the car, grabbed the railing on the car, and tried to jump into the car.Just when I was about to exert my strength, I heard a shout in my ear: "What are you doing?" Luo Shaohua turned his head and saw the middle-aged man looking at him suspiciously. He turned around, took out his police officer ID from his pocket, and held it up to the man. "I'm a policeman." "Oh?" The middle-aged man tilted his head to look at the police officer's ID, and then at Luo Shaohua, "Do you know Lin Guodong?" "I don't know." Luo Shaohua pointed to the window of Room 501, "What's the matter with you and him?" "That's right, you can judge!" The middle-aged man realized that Luo Shaohua would not be partial, and immediately became excited, "What do you call this!" The middle-aged man's name is Liu Zhu. He is a maintenance worker in the automobile team of the monosodium glutamate factory. He has some friendship with Lin Guodong's mother.Two years ago, when Lin Guodong wanted to learn to drive, his mother approached Liu Zhu and asked him to lend Lin Guodong a car.Liu Zhu lent an idle pickup truck to Lin Guodong to practice because of his affection.Vehicle wear and tear cannot be seen on the surface, and the odometer can also be manipulated.Therefore, in the past two years, Lin Guodong has borrowed the car more than a dozen times, and each time he will give Liu Zhu some benefits, and the two sides live in peace.However, gasoline consumption is a fact that cannot be concealed.A few months ago, the monosodium glutamate factory made statistics on the vehicle usage. Lin Guodong spent more than 100 yuan in gasoline and could not reimburse the account. Liu Zhu had to plug the hole first with his own money.When he turned around to ask Lin Guodong's mother for it, she refused to admit it and insisted that he show evidence that Lin Guodong used the gasoline. "Let me tell you, I have a record of every time this kid uses the car." Liu Zhu had an expression on his face that did not give up, "Besides, except for him, the car has not been used for two years. It is not him Who else is the oil? He wants to deny..." "Wait!" Luo Shaohua interrupted him, his eyes sparkled, "You just said that this car has never been used—except for Lin Guodong?" "Yeah. So... hey, what are you?" Luo Shaohua has turned over and jumped into the rear compartment, on all fours, carefully inspecting the interior of the compartment. If what Liu Zhu said is true, then there should be some clues left on this car that has not been used for two years—if Luo Shaohua's conjecture is true. However, he checked the entire carriage, even the tiniest of cracks, and still found nothing like blood or hair. Luo Shaohua jumped out of the car and stretched out his hand to Liu Zhu: "The key." Liu Zhu was a little puzzled, but he honestly took out the car keys and handed them to him. As soon as the car door was opened, Luo Shaohua sat in the passenger seat and looked back and forth. According to the police's restoration of the crime process, after tricking the victim into the car, the murderer would beat the victim on the head with a blunt instrument while he was not ready, causing him to lose his ability to resist, and then take him to a certain place to rape and kill him.If an open wound has been formed on the victim's head, there may be blood stains in the vehicle. After some inspection, no marks were found near the right windshield, on the ground, on the doors, seats and headrests. Luo Shaohua didn't find it strange.The murderer is a careful and cautious person. After committing the crime, he will definitely check and even clean the cab.But will it really leave no trace at all? He got up and moved to the driver's seat, turned his head, and stared at the empty passenger seat.Gradually, a vague shadow appeared in front of my eyes. A long-haired, faceless woman clutched her bag and sat silently in the passenger seat. Luo Shaohua raised his right hand, clenched into a fist, and waved it on the woman's head. Invisible hammers cut through the air.The vague shadow moved.The long hair fluttered like ink stains in the water, and many ink spots splashed and landed on the windshield, car doors and seats, and soon disappeared. Luo Shaohua cast his gaze near the front windshield.A dot of ink is adhered above the right sun visor.The viscous liquid dripped and landed on the back of the visor.Immediately, an invisible hand wiped off the ink dots on the top of the sun visor... Looking at the sun visor, Luo Shaohua slowly stretched out his hand and turned it down. On the lower right of the visor, a small dark brown dot is clearly visible. Luo Shaohua's breathing became rapid, he took off the sun visor and put it in his arms carefully.Outside the car window, Liu Zhu watched his every move with even more doubts on his face. "I said Comrade Police, you took this apart, how can I explain it?" "Find one and replace it first, and you can buy another one, and ask me to reimburse you later." Luo Shaohua pointed to his chest, "I will return it to you after I use it." "Lin Guodong..." Liu Zhu panicked, "I don't care, no matter what this kid does, I have to give me the gas money——ah!" He suddenly yelled, pointing his finger in the direction of the entrance of the community: "Here we are!" Luo Shaohua turned his head and saw a man in his thirties, wearing a black windbreaker, walking over with a brown leather bag. Liu Zhu ran over, grabbed the man's arm, and roared excitedly. The man seemed very surprised by Liu Zhu's sudden appearance.He swung his arms, trying to break free from Liu Zhu's entanglement, and at the same time, he turned his attention to the white pickup truck. The eyes of Luo Shaohua and the man collided. The man's face suddenly turned pale, and his whole body seemed to tremble.He stopped struggling, turned around and whispered to Liu Zhu, "Uncle Liu, don't shout, just follow me upstairs to get the money." Liu Zhu naturally agreed, and walked into the corridor ahead of the man.The man followed quietly, and the moment he stepped into the gate, he looked at Luo Shaohua again. Those eyes were full of hatred and fear. Immediately, he disappeared behind the door. Luo Shaohua trembled, and even felt his teeth chattering.He jumped out of the car and stood there blankly looking around, his mind blank.Luo Shaohua didn't come to his senses until he glanced over a small shop at the entrance of the community and saw the signboard of "Public Phone". He ran quickly to the small shop, climbed a few concrete steps, picked up the microphone, and dialed the phone number of the Tiedong Branch.However, when there was one number left, his hand stopped. Luo Shaohua turned to look at the window of Room 501, Unit 4, Building 22, and put down the microphone. Lin Guodong, male, born in 1961, unmarried, university graduate, is an English teacher at No. 103 Middle School in this city.She lives in Room 501, Unit 4, Building 22, Lvzhuyuan Community, Tiedong District. Both parents are employees of the Lvzhu MSG Factory.His father passed away four years ago.Lin Guodong has served as Xu Mingliang's tutor since the end of 1990, mainly helping him with English courses.No bad record or criminal record. Liu Zhu provided Luo Shaohua with a record of Lin Guodong's car use.Since July 1990, Lin Guodong has borrowed vehicles 17 times, each time with the Dongfeng brand white pickup truck, and the time of using the vehicle ranges from one to two days.In this car record, Luo Shaohua extracted several dates: November 7, 1990; March 13, 1991; June 22, 1991; August 5, 1991. The serial rape and murder cases occurred on November 9, 1990, March 14, June 23, and August 7, 1991. In other words, one or two days before each incident, Lin Guodong would drive this white pickup truck around the city. Luo Shaohua locked the car record in a drawer, got up and walked to the forensic room. Forensic doctor Lao Zheng is fiddling with a new instrument.It seemed that he was very interested in this thing, and he didn't notice when Luo Shaohua walked in. "Old Zheng, has the test report come out yet?" "It's out, it's on the table." Lao Zheng pointed to his desk, lowered his head and continued to work, "Shaohua, do you want to take a look at this?" Luo Shaohua didn't have the heart to chat with him, so he just picked up the test report and read the conclusion directly. The blood stains extracted on the sun visor were type B. "What case?" Old Zheng had already installed the equipment, "You are so mysterious." "Intentionally hurt." Luo Shaohua put the test report into his pocket and forced a smile, "It's about relatives." "Oh, now we can only test the blood type, and we will be awesome in the future." Lao Zheng didn't ask any more questions, pointing to the instrument behind him, "You can do the DNA test, and we can figure out who left the blood—whether you want it or not?" Take your case for a try?" "Huh?" Luo Shaohua suddenly became interested, "Is it really possible?" "Of course." Old Zheng sat in front of the DNA analyzer, "Let your team issue a commission letter." Luo Shaohua's expression changed: "So much trouble? That's fine." After thanking Old Zheng, he turned and left the forensic room. Back in the office, Ma Jian was calling the team to assemble. When he saw Luo Shaohua coming in, he hurriedly greeted him: "Shaohua, go get the equipment and get ready to go." "What's the situation?" Luo Shaohua looked at the colleagues running hurriedly around him, "Is there a case?" "Drug trafficking." Ma Jian patted him on the shoulder, "The joint action of the three provinces is up to us!" "Oh." Luo Shaohua's tense nerves relaxed, "I'm not going, I'm not feeling well." Ma Jian was greatly astonished, and said in a low voice: "This is a case supervised by the Ministry of Public Security. If you have a chance to make meritorious service, why don't you go?" "Well, I won't go." Luo Shaohua patted Ma Jian's shoulder, "Be careful." Ma Jian frowned and looked at him for a few seconds, finally said "go to the hospital" and ran out in a hurry. The office, which was so noisy just now, suddenly became much quieter.Luo Shaohua sat alone at the desk, took out the test report, and read it carefully from beginning to end.Immediately, he lit a cigarette and smoked silently. The truth, like a drama about to start, its content and details are hidden behind a thick curtain.And those two curtains were slowly opening in front of Luo Shaohua's eyes. The actor's face became clearer and clearer—the suspicion of Lin Guodong's crime was rising sharply. He is a person who has direct contact with Xu Mingliang; a middle school teacher with a gentle appearance and elegant conversation can easily make the victim lose his vigilance and get into the car; before the incident, he would drive the white pickup truck; in the pickup truck Dripping blood was found on the co-pilot's sun visor... What's more, Li Lihua, the victim of the "3.14" rape, murder, and mutilation case, has type B blood. If all of this is a coincidence, then it is too outrageous a coincidence, right? He couldn't forget Lin Guodong's last glance in front of the building door, that panicked, hated and fearful look. Luo Shaohua looked at his watch, put out his cigarette, and picked up his backpack. It only takes one more thing to know if this is a coincidence or not. Luo Shaohua stood in the foyer of Room 501, Unit 4, Building 22, Lvzhuyuan Community. After putting away the unlocking tools, he looked around the two-bedroom house. Lin Guodong is working at school, and his mother is also at the MSG factory. It is now 4:30 in the afternoon, and there is not much time left for him.Luo Shaohua quickly inspected the two bedrooms and the living room, especially the bedroom on the south side. Judging from the arrangement of the items, it should be used by Lin Guodong.The interior furnishings are simple, except for the bed and wardrobe, there is a desk.Most of the bookshelves are English books, and there are a few novels.One of the bound books caught his interest.Open it, it is a book of human anatomy. Luo Shaohua frowned, turned around and looked at Lin Guodong's single bed.Immediately, he removed the neatly arranged bedding and carefully checked the sheets, but found no traces.The ground is covered with new ash flooring.Luo Shaohua lay on the ground, with his face pressed against the ground, and checked from the head of the bed to the door, even the cracks in the floor, but still found nothing. This is not surprising, if Lin Guodong was the murderer and sexually assaulted those women in the bedroom, most of them are still alive, even if there is an open wound, they may not bleed too much. The scene of dismemberment should be another place. Luo Shaohua got up and walked straight to the bathroom. The bathroom is on the north side, with no window and wooden door, and the area is no more than five square meters.There is a mirror on the east wall, below which is a washbasin and a bathroom cabinet.Luo Shaohua opened the cabinet, and there were some ordinary household items inside, such as toilet paper, toilet cleaner and so on.He picked up a bag of washing powder and found that there was about half of it left.He closed the cabinet door and found that there seemed to be something under the cabinet.Reaching out for it, I quickly touched an iron object. When I pulled it out, it was a toolbox. The lock structure is very simple, and Luo Shaohua opened it without much effort, and there are screwdrivers, pliers, hammers, wrenches and other tools neatly stacked inside.Slightly unusual is a hand saw.Luo Shaohua picked up the hand saw and looked it up and down.The sawtooth is sharp, and there are a few places that are severely worn and chipped. It looks like it has been used frequently, but the surface is still smooth, as if it has been cleaned.Luo Shaohua brought the saw up to his nose and smelled it. Except for the smell of iron rust, there was no special smell.After thinking about it, he took out the hammer and put it on the ground together with the hand saw. On the north wall of the bathroom is a window with shutters.Below is a stainless steel bathtub, the surface is as bright as new, and there is no water stain residue. Luo Shaohua stood in front of the bathtub, looking up and down.This is a single-person bathtub, just right for one person to lie in.If it is used to dismember corpses, it is perfect. He supported the edge of the bathtub with his hands, leaned in, and tried to find some traces in the bathtub, but found nothing.The tiled walls near the bathtub have also been scrubbed fresh, without any suspicious marks. It seems that it can only be used as a last resort. Luo Shaohua stood up and closed the shutters, then returned to the door and closed the wooden door tightly.The bathroom was suddenly dark, and the items placed in the room could only show a vague outline.He opened the backpack, took out the mask and put it on, took out a watering can from it, and began to spray evenly on the wall, bathtub, ground, and the handle saw and hammer. The smell of luminol solution rose.After spraying, the humidity in the room increased greatly.Luo Shaohua felt a little suffocated, he put down the watering can, turned around and walked to the door, and opened a gap to let in some air. After breathing a little easier, he put on the mask again, closed the bathroom door, and turned around—in an instant, his eyes widened. The room, which was still pitch black just now, is now covered with blue-purple fluorescence.On the walls, in the bathtub, and on the ground, it looks like flowers of strange colors blooming quietly in the dark night. It's just that the flowers are not in regular flakes, but in various shapes - splashing, dripping, columnar, rubbing, mooring... At the same time, the flower did not exude a refreshing fragrance. What Luo Shaohua smelled was an increasingly sweet smell. He bent down and picked up the handle saw. At the end of the saw, the blue-purple fluorescent light shone brightly as if mocking him. Luo Shaohua's body shook, he took two steps back, leaned against the door, and gasped for breath. This is the truth. A vague figure appeared in the blue-purple fluorescence in front of him.A naked male body.He squatted in the bathtub, picked up a woman's leg, pressed the saw on the knee joint, and pulled it back and forth... Luo Shaohua suddenly wanted to laugh.Fuck that's so ironic.The case of serial rape, murder, and body dismemberment was solved just like that.On occasions where it is impossible to explain to others, in a situation where it seems like a thief, using methods that do not comply with legal procedures, it is broken like this. If I had had more time, had more patience, collected more clues, and investigated more suspects... Xu Mingliang would not fall on the execution ground in despair. Suddenly, the sound of twisting the door lock came from the living room. Luo Shaohua's first reaction was not fear or looking for a place to hide, on the contrary, an unprecedented rage rushed to his head. He's right outside the door!The devil is just outside the door! Without thinking, Luo Shaohua opened the door and rushed out. Lin Guodong, who was changing shoes in the hallway, bent over, held his leather shoes in one hand, raised his head, and looked at the masked man with red eyes. Time seemed to freeze. The sun was setting.The sky in late autumn took on a darker twilight.Smoke is rising from every corner of the city.A lamp is lit.Flocks of crows twittered and flew by outside the window. In this dimly lit living room, two men, one standing upright and the other bent over, stared at each other silently. After an unknown amount of time, the river of time surged again. Luo Shaohua pulled down the mask with one hand, and reached for his waist with the other hand. Lin Guodong still maintained his original posture, watching Luo Shaohua's face revealed. In fact, even if he didn't do this, Lin Guodong knew who was standing at the door of the bathroom.He also knew what the man had found on the other side of the door. Lin Guodong knew that sooner or later there would be such a day. When the knock on the door sounded, Lin Guodong had just carried the woman's body into the bathtub.The sudden visitor scared him out of his wits.But he quickly calmed down. His mother just went to the old man's house yesterday, so she shouldn't be back so soon. Besides, my mother has the key to the house, so there is no need to knock on the door. Sure enough, Xu Mingliang's voice sounded outside the door: "Mr. Lin, are you at home?" Lin Guodong, who had only a pair of gloves on his body and was almost naked, walked through the living room quietly, leaned carefully by the door, and listened to the movement outside the door.After Xu Mingliang knocked on the door a few times, he stopped talking.After a rustling sound, I heard his footsteps gradually disappearing in the corridor. It appears he has left and left something at the door. Lin Guodong went to the door mirror, and the corridor was empty.He opened the door a crack and looked at the ground at the door first - a bulging black plastic bag was placed beside the door. Lin Guodong stretched out his hand, brought in the plastic bag, and quickly locked the door. The plastic bag was rather heavy, probably another pork sent by Xu Mingliang.When I opened it, it turned out that it was chopping ribs into small pieces. He liked the kid very much.Although introverted and not good at words, he is very polite and willing to say something to himself.The supplementary tuition fee is paid on time every month, and some pork is often sent over to express my gratitude.More importantly, they have similar experiences: their father died early, and their mothers have their own lovers. However, Xu Mingliang's mother still knew how to avoid the child, and his mother almost lived with that man openly. Lin Guodong didn't want to think about it anymore, and time didn't allow it.He carried the plastic bag to the kitchen, took out the ribs, soaked them in the water basin, crumpled the black plastic bag, and threw it beside the trash can as a spare trash bag. It's almost 7:30 in the afternoon, and the woman has to be dealt with by midnight. He pulled on the plastic gloves and walked quickly to the bathroom.Although my technique has become more and more proficient, it still takes some time to break down a person into several pieces that are easy to carry and throw away. Fortunately, the process is enjoyable. Only that smell can make his desire rise; only forced entry can make him feel conquered and possessed; only those women's necks become soft under his tight choke can make him feel the pleasure of revenge.And all of this reaches its emotional peak when they are disassembled. you are mine.I can control your body, your fears, even your life and death. You can't hurt me anymore, and I can turn you into the shape I want. Xiaojin, you don't know how much I love you. Xiaojin, you don't know how much I hate you. At ten o'clock in the evening, Lin Guodong's work was basically completed.Much of the woman had been packed into a black plastic bag, sealed securely with yellow tape.All that remained in the bathtub were the right thigh, calf, and right foot that were divided into three pieces.The silver-white high-heeled sandal was more troublesome, although it made the woman look taller, which aroused his stronger desire.However, due to the woman's struggling and kicking, the buckle was twisted, and the woman's foot had begun to swell, making it very difficult to take it off. Hand saws and kitchen knives are not easy to operate, it seems that scissors are needed.Thinking about it, Lin Guodong reached for the black plastic bag, but found that there was nothing at hand. Ok.He stood up helplessly.Sitting for a long time made his legs a little numb, and his blood-stained skin felt tight.He walked up to the kitchen, trying to get a new plastic bag and scissors back. As soon as he walked to the door of the bathroom, Lin Guodong heard the sound of shaking keys from outside the door. Mother is back! He was almost naked and covered in blood, and there were plastic bags of body parts and a woman's leg in the bathroom.Lin Guodong didn't have time to think, rushed to the kitchen door, grabbed the black plastic bag on the ground, turned and ran back. The moment he closed the bathroom door, the door was pushed open. "Guodong, are you asleep?" Lin Guodong turned on the faucet, frantically grabbed the three stumps and stuffed them into a plastic bag, while trying to suppress the trembling voice. "Mom, are you back? I'm taking a shower." "Oh." There was a sound of taking off shoes and placing a satchel in the living room, "I'll come back to get some clothes. Your Uncle Tang is sick, I'll take care of him for a few days." "Well, I see." Lin Guodong dealt with it, tore off the yellow tape, and quickly wrapped it around the mouth of the plastic bag.After wrapping, he picked up the plastic bag, threw it into the bathtub, and kicked the toolbox under the bathroom cabinet. Immediately, he turned off the tap, jumped into the bathtub, closed the shower curtain with a clatter, and turned on the shower head.The cold water sprayed out and hit the black plastic bag, making a crackling sound.Lin Guodong bent down and pushed the pile of black plastic bags to the corner of the bathtub under the washing of cold water. The water temperature began to rise, and Luo Shaohua stood under the shower, quickly washing away the blood on his body.The reddish water slowly gathered around his feet, and finally, whirled and disappeared into the drain. At this time, the door of the bathroom was knocked, and the mother's voice came in. "Have you washed yet?" "not yet." "Then you close the shower curtain. I'll come in and get something." Lin Guodong opened the shower curtain and closed it again: "Okay." The door opened, and the sound of kicking footsteps sounded in the bathroom. "My shampoo... oh, here it is." The voice of pulling the bathroom cabinet, "Hey, what does it smell like?" "Mingliang sent half a fan of ribs, I chopped them into small pieces." Lin Guodong huddled in the corner of the bathtub. On both sides of the thin shower curtain were his mother and a woman who had been cut into several pieces. Mother didn't notice the abnormality: "Oh, can I take it away? I'll make some soup for you, Uncle Tang." "Okay." Lin Guodong supported the wall with his hands to barely stand up straight, "I put it in the kitchen." Mother responded, turned and walked out of the bathroom.A few minutes later, her voice reappeared in the living room. "I'm leaving. I'll come back and cook for you when I'm free." "it is good." The sound of shoes and coats being put on.Immediately, the sound of closing the door came. Lin Guodong listened attentively to the movement in the living room.After confirming that his mother had left, his legs softened, and he sat in the warm water, gasping for breath. The two consecutive accidents tonight made him feel a strong sense of insecurity.The successive visits of Xu Mingliang and his mother seemed to make this two-bedroom house, a kingdom of freedom where he could do whatever he wanted, be in danger.For such intruders, he cannot choose to bite and drive.Because he is not a hungry wolf defending his territory, but a harmless sheep. At least for most of his life, he had to play such a role. Therefore, the only thing Lin Guodong can do now is to dispose of the pile of black plastic bags as soon as possible—things that may expose his fangs and claws. However, an increasingly strong premonition appeared in his heart.Sooner or later, he would expose his gray fur to the sun, and bared his white teeth at everyone. Especially when he learned that Xu Mingliang had been arrested and realized that he had taken the black plastic bag that Xu Mingliang had brought by mistake, he knew that that day was not far away. Even today, a year later. Luo Shaohua pulled out his pistol, clicked down the hammer, and pointed it at Lin Guodong's forehead. kill him.Just snap your index finger. kill him.Here he took the lives of five women and left their bodies scattered in every corner of the city. kill him.He let an innocent young man fall on the execution ground, and he could not wash away the murderer's charge until death. kill him.He subjected himself and his colleagues to a lifetime of disgrace and prison. However, no. Lin Guodong stared at the gun pointing at him, and he could clearly feel the killing intent emanating from the policeman in front of him.There seemed to be a cloud of black air in the air, entangled, tumbling, and quickly attacked him. He will kill me, in the most simple, direct and ruthless way. fair enough.There is no need to face arrest and lengthy detention.Don't have to endure judgment like a lamb to the slaughter.Don't reveal your secrets.There is no need to kneel on the icy ground in the early morning and hear the clear sound of pulling the bolt behind your head. Kill me. Lin Guodong maintained a stooped posture and closed his eyes. However, the gunshot that Lin Guodong was waiting for did not appear.Instead, he heard the sound of hurried footsteps, and at the same time felt the air blowing over his face. Before he had time to react, he was hit hard on the head. Luo Shaohua knocked Lin Guodong down with one punch, and then kicked him hard. Lin Guodong curled up, instinctively covering his head and face with his arms.As he endured the rain of beatings, he suddenly realized two things: The cop had infiltrated his home secretly. And, only him. The beating lasted a full two minutes.With violent movements and angry emotions, Luo Shaohua soon felt exhausted.Even so, he still had lingering resentment, stopped to catch his breath for a while, and slapped his feet hard again. Lin Guodong lay on the ground, neither hiding nor shouting, just enduring his beating without saying a word. Luo Shaohua raised his gun again, panting and roaring: "Stand up and follow me!" Lin Guodong's nose was bruised and his face was swollen, blood was oozing from the corners of his mouth and nostrils.He looked at Luo Shaohua through the gap in his arm, and after realizing that the other party would not beat him for the time being, he lowered his arm, sat up slowly, wiped the blood from his face, and said in a low voice: "You can't catch me. " Lin Guodong's tone angered Luo Shaohua, and he kicked in the chest again: "What did you say?!" Lin Guodong fell on his back, covered his chest with his hands, and coughed violently. "Why can't I catch you?" Luo Shaohua stepped on his body, "Tell me, why?" "You violated the procedures!" Lin Guodong shook Luo Shaohua's feet desperately, and shouted hoarsely, "You entered the house illegally, and collecting evidence by yourself is not counted in the law!" "Bastard, do you think you can hide?" Luo Shaohua increased the strength on his feet, "I'll go back and apply for a search warrant. We now have DNA technology, and those bloodstains will soon know who it is!" "Okay!" Lin Guodong shouted with wide eyes, "Go! I won't run away, I'll wait for you here!" Suddenly, his body relaxed and he lay flat on the ground, giggling. "I know I deserve to die." Lin Guodong narrowed his eyes and stared at Luo Shaohua, "I also know that I didn't go to jail alone!" Luo Shaohua was stunned. Indeed, as Lin Guodong said, arresting him and bringing him to justice can certainly redress the grievances of the deceased and rehabilitate Xu Mingliang, but Luo Shaohua and others will pay a huge price.A so-called "iron case" will be overturned, the honor will be deprived, and the bureau will be ashamed.More importantly, he is very clear about how Ma Jian obtained Xu Mingliang's confession. Once the matter is revealed, they will not only bear disciplinary action, but may even be investigated for criminal responsibility. From a people's policeman who punishes evil and promotes good, he has become a deplorable and shameful prisoner. Lin Guodong saw his hesitation, and his eyes shone brightly.He barely propped up half of his body and held down Luo Shaohua's knee. "I know you, your surname is Luo, right?" Lin Guodong said earnestly, "I saw your picture in the newspaper, the one wearing the big red flower." Luo Shaohua closed his eyes in pain - what Lin Guodong was talking about was the award ceremony for the task force's collective meritorious service. "Shut up." While observing his face, Lin Guodong gently moved his feet from his chest to the ground, turned over and sat up, kneeling and crawling in front of Luo Shaohua. "You let me go, just pretend that what happened today never happened, okay?" Lin Guodong looked up at Luo Shaohua, with pleading and threats in his eyes, "This way we are all safe, aren't we?" "Don't even think about it!" Luo Shaohua's absent-minded eyes refocused.He lowered his head and stared at Lin Guodong, "You killed five people, do you think that's all?" Lin Guodong was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that he counted Xu Mingliang among the victims. "But I've changed it, I really changed it!" Lin Guodong hugged Luo Shaohua's leg, "Believe me, I won't kill people again, I really won't..." "Go away!" Luo Shaohua kicked him away, and he lost his balance, leaning against the shoe cabinet, panting heavily. Can't believe him, absolutely not, the woman who was killed a few days ago is still lying in the morgue.However, being held accountable for wrongful convictions, dismissed from office, or even imprisoned, so that the heroes full of honor will bear the shame of a lifetime from then on—is this price affordable? Terrible silence lay between the two people who had their own concerns. One knelt and crawled on the ground, anxiously waiting for the verdict, with both hope and despair in his heart. One was leaning on the shoe cabinet, struggling to choose between justice and a safe landing.These are two diametrically opposed paths, each leading to a different ending.Is there really no third way to choose? When I was in the police academy, the criminal law teacher said that punishment is a kind of deprivational pain.Deprivation of qualifications, deprivation of property, deprivation of liberty, and deprivation of life.