A young man was dismembered into six bags of body parts overnight.
Lu Mingyu squatted in front of a black garbage bag, opened the bag and looked inside. He saw a face with bloodshot eyes and dark blue eyes. There were several bloodshot lines tearing the whites of his eyes, and under his head were a pair of twisted, stiff hands.
The garbage truck driver was already frightened. He squatted on the side as if he had a diarrheal illness, holding his stomach and feeling nauseous. He kept crying out in pain and his legs were shaking.
Lu Mingyu tied the bag and waved his hand. The criminal police of the investigation team took the body away and loaded it into the truck. Then he called Qin Fang: "Director Qin, we found a body. I asked Xiao Tang to send it back to you... um, it's intact. The root? Of course the root is gone... I, when I say intact, I mean that except for the root, all other parts are intact."
Qin Fang spoke in a lazy tone, and all he said were irritating words: "Who brought back the grandson wearing the helmet? He was brought back but no one tried him. The little jerk was clamoring for a lawyer, and the police station heard it."
"...It might be Captain Xing. I don't know what that person did wrong. I'll call Captain Xing now."
"No need to fight, he and Theo Hammond went to Huacheng Community. Come on, return the puzzle to me first."
Lu Mingyu vaguely heard Qin Fang groaning softly when he said the name "Theo Hammond". His arrogant and aggressive demeanor suddenly dropped a bit, like a vicious dog that had been hit hard by someone, with its eyebrows drooping and eyes drooping, whining.
After hanging up the phone, Lu Mingyu grabbed the garbage truck driver, whose legs were weak, by the shoulders and took him to the sidelines, where the smell was less pungent.
The driver didn't need him to ask, and said first, "Police comrade, you have to check it clearly, I really don't know those, those, ugh..."
Lu Mingyu frowned, handed him some tissues, and asked, "Do you manage that line?"
The driver had vomited enough, his face was pale, he held his stomach and squatted down again, he said weakly: "From the transfer station of the small square of Shuguang Street to Daxi Street of the railway station, it's all under my control."
This route happens to be within the range given by Theo Hammond.
"You park your car there at night"
Lu Mingyu asked again.
"I used to park anywhere on the roadside outside the community where there were few cars. Later, there were more complaints from nearby residents, so I parked at the small square transfer station."
"Please tell me clearly, which days?"
The driver thought for a moment and said, "About...about half a month ago."
Lu Mingyu picked him up again and walked towards a police car on the side of the road.
The driver was startled and immediately became lively, shouting: "Why are you arresting me? I, I, I really didn't kill anyone!"
Lu Mingyu let him yell, raised his voice slightly with good temper, and patiently explained: "We are not arresting you, we just want you to reveal your transportation route."
Then he opened the back door of the police car, spread a map on the back seat, handed him a pen, and said, "Thank you for your help, fellow."
The driver saw that he had a good attitude, unlike other ferocious law enforcement officers, so he felt relieved. The driver held the pen, looked down at the two areas on the map that Theo Hammond had circled the day before, and said, "It's almost the same as what you drew." As he spoke, he further simplified the original range, shrinking the range from two "ovals" to two "broken lines."
Lu Mingyu put the map away and said, "We'll have to trouble you to go back with us and make a statement."
The good attitude of the law enforcement officers made the driver's eyes not blurry, his head not dizzy, and his stomach not nauseous. He raised his legs and got on the car happily.
Lu Mingyu held the roof of the car with his hands and smiled, saying, "Take the car behind. My colleague will take you back to the police station."
Lu Mingyu drove away alone and called Shen Qinglan in the car, briefly summarizing the situation at the landfill and then asked her where she was.
Shen Qinglan stood on the street and looked around the buildings. She found that she had strayed from her starting point for a long time and arrived at a street she couldn't name. The other members of the group had already dispersed. So she hung up the phone and sent Lu Mingyu a location.
More than ten minutes later, Lu Mingyu arrived at his destination and saw Shen Qinglan standing at the door of a restaurant and making a phone call from a distance.
Lu Mingyu parked the car on the side of the road, rolled down the window and honked the horn. Then Shen Qinglan hung up the phone and waded through the water to jog towards him.
Before getting in the car, Shen Qinglan stamped her feet hard to shake off the mud on her soles before sitting in the passenger seat. Shen Qinglan fastened her seat belt, folded her long legs, and wiped the mud on her boots with a few tissues. "I just walked around West Street. The people in that profession are relatively fixed. They report to the pimp every day and cannot work alone. So if there are one or two new people, they all know."
Lu Mingyu started the car and drove towards the small square of Shuguang Street: "Then our target is not among those women?"
"She shouldn't be here. Didn't Theo Hammond say that? She's very smart. She wouldn't do something stupid to create a witness."
As he spoke, Shen Qinglan raised the corners of his lips and smiled indifferently: "He probably has never been to a prostitute, so he doesn't know that prostitutes are also organized. The weaker the group, the more they know how to survive in groups. Just like those prostitutes, they depend on their pimps. Although the latter will exploit them, once something goes wrong, they will be protected by the pimps. This is the survival rule of marginalized people."
They had discussed the hot topics and cold topics of society, the topics that the rule of law paid too much attention to, and the topics that the rule of law never paid attention to. They had discussed them countless times, and they were all just the same old things, with nothing new to say. And this was not a good time to "criticize society."
So Lu Mingyu avoided the main point and lightly covered up the hidden meaning in her words, saying: "Well, he probably doesn't have it."
Shen Qinglan said "Hmm?" and looked at Lu Mingyu and asked, "What?"
Lu Mingyu looked at her and said with a smile: "I think Theo Hammond has never been a Wh0re."
Shen Qinglan:...
That's not the point.
Ten minutes later, Lu Mingyu parked the car at the small square of Shuguang Street, took a photo of the map and sent it to the criminal police who were investigating the area, picked up the walkie-talkie and got out of the car. He and Shen Qinglan were the first to find the garbage transfer station where the driver said the car had stopped last night.
Behind the square is a commercial building under construction. After more than half a year, only a prototype has been built. The construction has been delayed due to the rain in the past two days. The large amount of steel and concrete piled on the ground was soaked by the rain, and rust and mud were everywhere, making the road especially muddy and difficult to walk on.
There are several rows of low-rise shops in the middle of the high-rise commercial buildings. Most of the shops have been completed and have become temporary dormitories for workers. A future pedestrian street stretches several hundred meters from beginning to end, and both sides of the street are filled with workers who cannot work on rainy days and stay in the dormitories drinking, playing cards, chatting and sleeping.
Shen Qinglan and Lu Mingyu entered this chaotic area with an aura that was out of place. Wherever they passed, they would always attract a few numb and indifferent stares from the workers on both sides. Some of the brave ones would whistle at Shen Qinglan, but then they would be drowned out by the laughter of their fellow workers.
Shen Qinglan focused on choosing a clean place to land, ignoring the crowds on both sides and the hooligan whistles who didn't have much malicious intent, and asked Lu Mingyu indifferently: "Do you think the murderer would bring the victim here?"
She felt that there must be a reason why Lu Mingyu chose to start the investigation from the garbage truck's starting point.
Lu Mingyu said, "I have observed the garbage trucks that transport corpses. The body parts were buried under the garbage, which means they were loaded onto the truck a long time ago. Mixed with the body parts, which is the most recent in the loading order, is garbage from a restaurant called 'Shu Xiang Ge'. Shu Xiang Ge has two stores on the east and west sides of the square. Let's start from the one on the west side and find the branches of Shu Xiang Ge all the way."
"...Do you think the murderer mixed the garbage bag containing the body with the restaurant garbage?"
"It is very likely that the amount of restaurant waste is already large and smelly. The leftovers ferment and stink every day, which can easily cover up the odor of rotting corpses."
There were several steel pipes lying in front of them that had rolled down from the pile of building materials. Lu Mingyu held Shen Qinglan's arm and walked around them. Shen Qinglan did not show any reaction to his considerate gesture, as if she was already used to it.
Lu Mingyu did not take advantage of her at all. He walked around the steel pipe and let go of her arms.
Shen Qinglan tugged at his sleeves and asked, "Look at the men here, all are different in size. And there is a huge gap in S3xual needs, so why did the murderer go to so much trouble to select victims from the train station?"
Lu Mingyu glanced at the workers' dormitories on both sides and said, "Because these workers have friends and relatives here, and there are many people and many things to say, there will inevitably be witnesses. A group is very contagious, they have almost no secrets, and share everything. Such a group is very risky for a murderer who kills in secret. So we don't need to ask them if they have seen the suspicious woman, the murderer will definitely avoid them."
Shen Qinglan crossed his arms and pondered for a while, then suddenly chuckled and said, "Very smart."
Although she didn't explicitly say who she was "praising", from her cold and contemptuous laughter, Lu Mingyu knew that she was "praising" the murderer.
Shuxiang Pavilion is the largest restaurant within a radius of more than ten kilometers, but the customers are all middle- and low-end people, because the people living around here are all potential millionaires waiting to be demolished. The residential area here is very old, and the youngest building was built more than ten years ago. The layout is chaotic, and the alleys are interconnected and winding. The roads are narrow, and only a medium-sized truck can barely pass through.
Many shops and rental houses are built on the roadside, which is a paradise for illegal buildings.
Shen Qinglan walked inside and couldn't help but feel lucky for the residents living here. Those who own land are desperately building houses in order to get more demolition compensation in the future. The illegal buildings almost block the roads. If there is a fire here, the fire trucks can't fly in, and this land will be burned to ashes like Zhuge Liang's burning of Chibi.
There are many shops along the roadside. These are small businesses run by homeowners who opened up their houses toward the street.
Qin Fang quickly reconstructed the body's appearance, found out the identity of the deceased, and sent the deceased's identity information and photos to the field staff's mobile phones. So Shen Qinglan and Lu Mingyu took their mobile phones and asked everyone on the street to identify whether the victim had appeared last night, and whether a young woman who met Theo Hammond's guess had rented a house recently.
They visited every household, and no one noticed that the dark clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, and the sun slowly broke through the thick clouds. The faint sunlight was like a layer of lingering, humid and hot mist.
Shen Qinglan squatted at the door of a store, holding up her phone for the old lady sitting at the door to identify the victim's face. Lu Mingyu took two bottles of drinks from the shelf, paid for them, unscrewed one bottle, gently touched Shen Qinglan's arm, and whispered: "Did you notice the white car parked at the entrance of the alley in front? When did it park there?"
Shen Qinglan calmed himself down for a moment, took the drink, and while drinking it, glanced at the alley entrance a few dozen meters away. Sure enough, he saw a white car with its front exposed, but it was only its silhouette and he couldn't see the license plate number.
After Lu Mingyu reminded her, Shen Qinglan suddenly remembered that when they passed the small square just now, there seemed to be a white car parked in the parking lot of the square. When she got out of the car, she looked at the white car, because although the white car was parked in the parking space, it was not turned off. And there was a very light layer of smoke floating under the chassis of the white car at the alley, and it seemed that it was not turned off either...
The white car was motionless, and behind the dark window covered with anti-peep film, perhaps there was a pair of eyes watching them as well...
Shen Qinglan took a sip of the drink and said calmly, "It seems to be following us. Go and take a look."
Lu Mingyu nodded, walked straight through the store, and surrounded the alley from the back door.
In order to prevent the white car at the entrance of the alley from noticing that they were missing one person and thus increasing their vigilance, Shen Qinglan continued to stay in the store, staring at the white car out of the corner of his eyes while chatting with the old lady.
Soon, she saw the front of the white car move forward a few centimeters, but Lu Mingyu had just walked out of the back door of the store.
There was no time to wait for Lu Mingyu to attack from behind, Shen Qinglan decisively strode out of the store, fixed her eyes on the white car, and walked quickly towards the alley.
The white car's intention to escape was obvious. It suddenly accelerated and drove through the alley one second after Shen Qinglan appeared.
Shen Qinglan started chasing after him, stepping over puddles of mud.
In fact, it was unrealistic to chase the car on foot. She just wanted to write down the license plate number of the white car before it entered the criss-crossed streets. However, she failed, because after she ran a few steps, an electric car suddenly drove out from a small road that cut across the middle of the alley.
The electric car was not going fast, but she was going really fast. She didn't have time to slow down and had a small car accident with the electric car.
With a 'thump', the electric bike fell into the mud and a skinny middle-aged woman rolled down.
"Ouch!"
The woman lay on the ground and cried.
Shen Qinglan's foot got stuck in the tire axle of the electric bike, completely spraining her ankle. She endured the pain and pulled her foot out of the tire, helped the woman symbolically, and then tried to chase the white car.
"Little girl, you can't leave."
The woman pulled her arm away and sat on the ground with her legs wrapped around one of her feet: "You suddenly ran out and knocked me down. If you don't want to pay me, at least help me up."
"I'll be back in a minute, sis."
Shen Qinglan looked at the alley where the white car disappeared and said anxiously.
"Impossible, you'd disappear if you ran away."
However, at this moment, the last trace of the unknown vehicle engine sound lingering around completely disappeared.
Shen Qinglan frowned in discouragement and helped up the skinny, bony woman.
"How much does it cost to repair this car?"
Without the woman asking, Shen Qinglan had already opened his wallet and took out a thin stack of bills and handed them to her: "Is that enough?"
The woman was honest and only drew two or three tickets. She said, "I won't cheat you. Be careful next time."
After saying this, he pushed the electric bike and was about to leave. His thin body seemed like it would be crushed by the steel beside him at any time.
"Wait a moment, big sister."
Shen Qinglan suddenly called her, limped to her, apologized to her, and then asked: "Do you live here?"
"yes."
Shen Qinglan felt his pocket and found that his cell phone was missing. He turned around and saw that the phone was lying on the place where the car accident happened, and it was covered with mud.
She quickly turned back to pick up her phone and saw that the screen was on. She must have forgotten to turn off the screen after showing the photos to the old lady in the store.
She found a photo of the deceased and held it in front of the woman: "This person, around 8 o'clock last night, have you seen him?"
The woman took a closer look and said doubtfully, "I think I've seen it before."
Shen Qinglan put down the phone and asked hurriedly: "Where is it?"
The woman raised her hand and pointed to the east side of the small square: "It's at the back door of Shuxiangge Hotel. I passed by there last night after work. When I was crossing the road, it was raining heavily and the road was slippery. I almost collided with a car."
Shen Qinglan couldn't help but interrupt and ask, "Is it a white car?"
"yes."
"Please continue."
"My car fell over, and a girl and a boy got out and helped me up. The boy seemed to be the one you showed me just now."
"Did you see the woman's face clearly?"
"No, it was raining too hard and it was dark, so the street lights were damaged."
Shen Qinglan asked her which street it was, and after getting the answer, he let the woman go.
She was about to call Lu Mingyu when she saw Lu Mingyu walking towards her from the alley where the white car disappeared. He looked like he had just walked out of a mud puddle, with a layer of mud on his trouser legs and shoes.
"Did you see the license plate?"
Shen Qinglan asked.
Lu Mingyu brushed his hair and said angrily, "No, she ran away. Go back and check the video."
Shen Qinglan shook her phone and said with a smile: "I just found a witness."
Lu Mingyu asked hurriedly: "Any clues?"
Shen Qinglan said: "We are going in the wrong direction. The murderer should have taken the victim to the back door of the Shuxiang Pavilion branch."
The Shuxiang Pavilion branch was the restaurant on the east side of the small square, and they were now in the restaurant on the west side. That's right, the direction was completely reversed.
Lu Mingyu immediately used a walkie-talkie to notify each team of field staff to rush to the area near Shuxiang Pavilion on the east side of the small square for investigation.
Putting down the walkie-talkie, Lu Mingyu saw her holding her left foot and not daring to touch the ground: "What's wrong with your foot?"
Shen Qinglan said nonchalantly, "I sprained my ankle. Please drive over here and take me back to the police station. Captain Xing called me just now and he sent a middleman back to ask me to go back for an interrogation."
It was a rare sunny day, so Qin Fang moved a chair and sat in front of the corridor window to bask in the thin sunlight. He ate melon seeds while studying a report spread out on his legs. He heard someone coming up the stairs, turned around and saw that it was Lu Mingyu and Shen Qinglan.
"Who brought that little jerk here? Why did they not let him go without a trial, and just keep him here as a mascot?"
Qin Fang spat a mouthful of melon seed shells into the trash can at his feet and sneered, "You have brains or not, you're still yelling for someone to come and rescue the prison after entering the police station, calling Langston Xing a black cop and me a black-hearted doctor. You almost shouted so loud that even Zhongnanhai could hear it. What does it have to do with whether Langston Xing is a black cop or not and whether I am a black-hearted doctor? Why should he be a black cop and I have to be a black-hearted doctor? Fcuk."
He kept calling Langston Xing a corrupt cop, which made Lu Mingyu sweat on his forehead. He thought that even if Langston Xing was not a corrupt cop, he would be suspected after being yelled at by him.
Shen Qinglan was not afraid at all, and even chatted with Qin Fang: "You two are brothers. If Captain Xing is wrong, you can't be wrong either."
Qin Fang curled his lips: "Of course."
"Where are the people?"
Lu Mingyu asked him.
Qin Fang glanced upstairs: "Interrogation room, just now he was shouting that he wanted to go out and hire a lawyer. Does he think he can come and go or go and come? Or is the police station in their backyard? Fcuking character, sooner or later we will dig out the Sh!t he did and shoot this B@st@ard."
Shen Qinglan clapped her hands and laughed, then Lu Mingyu helped her upstairs. After a little preparation, she tiptoed to the door of the interrogation room on her own. She first folded her arms and looked inside through the window on the door. She saw a young man wearing a helmet and with a burn mark on his face sitting on the interrogation chair, shaking his legs. He was so aggressive and aggressive that he didn't take the police station and the police seriously.
The phone suddenly rang. Shen Qinglan answered the call while observing the troublemaker on the line: "Hello?"
Langston Xing said to her: "It's hard to pry open that boy's mouth, just scare him."
Shen Qinglan looked at the young man inside indifferently, and uttered two words coldly from her thin lips: "Understood."
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