"Zhengzi, what a search?" Standing outside Principal Zhang's house, Hou Jianjun looked solemn, and he had no turning back. He knew clearly the serious consequences of stepping into Zhang Guoliang's house. If no relevant evidence was found, he, the director of the Chengguan Office, would have done the end.

After Lu Zheng returned from Aunt Cuihong's house, he asked the relevant person in charge of the county Federation of Literary and Art Circles several times, hoping to find the common points of the three murdered women who are all literary enthusiasts. It is best to find out the evidence that their life tracks are intersecting with Principal Zhang. Of course, when inquiring, the honorary chairman of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles would not mention Principal Zhang, the honorary chairman of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, and the people of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles did not know that the public security officials were not drunk.

However, no valuable clue was found in the investigation of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles. Only the third of the three victims submitted a manuscript at the Federation of Literary and Art Circles.

After thinking hard for a few days, Lu Zheng found a friend of the construction committee through Hou Jianjun, got the underground pipeline distribution map, and personally got the sewer. After careful search, in the area where the sewage was drained into the main pipeline in the No. 1 Middle School Family Building Community, he finally found something on the wall, stuck in oil stains and was not washed away by water. A strip of cloth wrapped around long black hair, and a small piece of carrion sticking to the root of the long hair should be the scalp. The broken hair of normal people who comb their hair will definitely not have scalp.

The position where the mop strips stick to the wall is a bit high, which should be left behind in the rainy season last year. Because they were wrapped with some debris and stuck to the pipes. Before the rainy season this year, the sewage could not flush at such a high position, so it survived.

Perhaps, this is called the sky net being vast and unobstructed.

Although it is impossible to determine who the murderer is based on these clues, there is no doubt that through various signs, Principal Zhang became the number one suspect in Lu Zheng's mind.

This morning, Lu Zheng issued a search warrant through Hou Jianjun to avoid the fact that he went to the bureau to apply for it was too eye-catching. In addition to the name of the person being searched, the address and other information on the search warrant were handled by Hou Jianjun, no one would have thought that this search warrant was targeted at a deputy county-level official.

Because from beginning to end, whether it is a sewer pipe search certificate or a search warrant applied for by the county bureau, Hou Jianjun participated in the whole process. Now he is completely tied to Lu Zheng. In Hou Jianjun's mind, the relationship between the two naturally changed, and the slightly unfamiliar title of "Political Commissar Lu" has also become "Zhengzi".

In fact, Hou Jianjun still doesn't understand what he is crazy about following, but he can't help but run errands for him as Lu Zheng told him. Perhaps, it should be said that he is getting deeper and deeper in this case. He can only bet that Lu Zheng bets the right treasure and finds the real murderer.

However, standing in front of Principal Zhang's house, Hou Jianjun suddenly realized that if he entered this door, there would be no way out. Now he had time to stop the horse.

That's why Hou Jianjun stopped Lu Zheng, who was about to knock on the door, and asked, "How about search?"

Lu Zheng smiled, reached out and knocked on the door gently.

The voice was very light, but it sounded like thunder in Hou Jianjun's ears. He gritted his teeth. Now there is only one way to go. Even if there is no evidence, he still has to give him some evidence.

However, Hou Jianjun smiled bitterly again. If he was an ordinary person, it would not be difficult to obtain some evidence, but Zhang Guoliang is a well-known figure in Guangning, and he is afraid that he can't let him pretend.

The door was quickly opened from the inside. Xiao Du was the one who opened the door. He had long "invited" Principal Zhang, who was working normally, from the school. If no one was at home, even if physical evidence was found, it would be much less convincing.

When he saw Lu Zheng, Principal Zhang was stunned. It was only more than ten days before he and Lu Zheng met for the first time. Naturally, he still remembered this young man with a masculine temperament.

Principal Zhang did not show any excitement about the search warrant presented by Lu Zheng, but just asked lightly: "Can I always ask why, right?"

Lu Zheng waved his hand and signaled Principal Zhang to sit on the sofa with him. Hou Jianjun, Xiao Du and a young policeman from Chengguan Police Station searched for suspicious evidence everywhere.

Principal Zhang’s house has two bedrooms and one living room, sofa, coffee table and TV. The layout is very elegant. Two bedrooms, one is a bedroom and the other is a study. Hou Jianjun and others focus on searching for the study, in order to find clues that can come in handy.

In fact, if Principal Zhang is really the murderer, then the mop strip with rotten hair must have been the one that Principal Zhang used to sweep blood into the squat when he used the mop strip to squat. The mop strip used for many years broke and went into the squat with the blood and flowed into the sewer.

So if Principal Zhang is the murderer, it can be concluded that there was a lot of blood in the bathroom, but unfortunately, with the current technology, it was impossible to detect it after many days.

Sitting on the sofa across the coffee table with Principal Zhang, Lu Zheng sat opposite Principal Zhang, observing Principal Zhang, Lu Zheng lit a cigarette and suddenly asked: "Zhang Weihong, Cheng Kun, Duan Hongmei, do you know all these three people?" These three people are the three victims who were killed one after another.

Principal Zhang was very calm and took out a cigarette from the cigarette box on the coffee table, lit it, and said, "I know."

This was beyond Lu Zheng's expectations. Generally speaking, if you are guilty and suddenly ask about something taboo, most ordinary people will subconsciously say they don't know each other. As long as you find clues left by the three murdered women in Principal Zhang's home, you can use this as a breakthrough to break through Principal Zhang's psychological defense line.

Principal Zhang's answer made Lu Zheng realize that he had met a clever opponent, and the possibility that Principal Zhang was the real murderer also increased greatly. After all, the life circles of these three women are incompatible, and those who can intersect with their life tracks at the same time are quite suspicious. In addition to the clues found these days, Principal Zhang is probably the real murderer.

Principal Zhang knew them frankly, naturally because there is no wall in the world that is free from leaks. When he met these three women, no matter how hidden he was, he might be seen. If he said he didn't know them and was exposed to the lie, he would be suspected of not telling oneself.

In fact, if Principal Zhang was not the murderer, his subconscious reaction might also be to avoid suspicion, but he admitted frankly that it shows how high the psychological quality is.

"What is your relationship with them?" Lu Zheng continued to ask, for some reason, but Lu Zheng was slightly excited.

"Zhang Weihong, I have a certain emotional foundation with me. However, we are a normal relationship between men and women, and we belong to a Palatu-like relationship. Do you understand Palatu?"

"I'm not familiar with Cheng Kun, a student from the night school has submitted manuscripts to me."

"Duan Hongmei likes poetry, and she is a teacher-student relationship with me."

When talking about these three people, Principal Zhang's tone was very light, but Lu Zheng keenly noticed a hint of pain in his eyes. Lu Zheng was slightly surprised. This was not like the feelings that a cold-blooded killer should have. Perhaps, no matter who, there is another unknown side in his heart.

"Since they are all normal relationships, why do you try your best to keep it confidential? Not only the staff of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, but also Teacher Qin, who lives opposite you, have never seen you female friends." Lu Zheng continued to ask.

Principal Zhang smiled helplessly: "This little comrade, you don't know that you are not as old as me. Not only me, but they are also afraid that others will cause rumors when they see us together. Every time I hope that I will guide them, I always come to my house like a thief. I am also helpless, but if I go outside, it will be easier to be seen."

Du Xiaohu, who was coming out of the bedroom, heard Principal Zhang call Lu Zheng "Little Comrade", and immediately scolded him: "Don't rely on his seniority! Be honest!" He ignored whoever was the other party, let alone just a suspect.

Hou Jianjun was flipping through the books in the bookcase, and when he heard Du Xiaohu's scolding, he couldn't help but shake his head. He didn't know why Du Xiaohu showed a kind of admiration for Lu Zheng that was beyond the relationship between comrades, protection and obedience. Perhaps, this is the feeling that can only arise in the rain of bullets.

Lu Zheng winked at Du Xiaohu and continued to ask Principal Zhang: "So, all three of them have been here."

Principal Zhang nodded calmly and said, "We have been here, but not many times. The most common one is Duan Hongmei, and she has only been here three times. I remember the third time it was because I had a high fever. She took care of me all night."

Lu Zheng smiled. Now he saw that even if he found traces of three women coming here, he could justify himself.

After thinking about it, Lu Zheng asked: "So last year's June 10th, June 17th, and September 9th, where are you doing and what are you doing?"

With current technology, the day the victim was killed cannot be accurately judged from the remains of the three bodies. The date of the victim's disappearance can only be assumed as the date of their murder. The first victim, Zhang Weihong, disappeared on June 10th, and the second victim, Cheng Kun, disappeared on June 17th. As for the third victim, Duan Hongmei, because she is a literary youth, loves poetry and painting, has many friends, and often goes to other places to sketch, the specific date of disappearance is difficult to determine, but her body was found on September 9th.

And June 10, 17 and September 9 are Sundays.

However, Lu Zheng knew that after a year, it was useless to ask. Sure enough, Principal Zhang shook his head and said, "Who remembers what happened last year?"

Hou Jianjun took out a photo album from the study, and Lu Zheng took it and looked it up slowly. The album was filled with photos of Principal Zhang's family and photos of his children's travel, including photos of Principal Zhang and his deceased wife. Lu Zheng smiled and asked Principal Zhang who were in these photos, and Principal Zhang calmly answered them one by one.

Strangely, there was no photo of his eldest son in the album.

After a while, Hou Jianjun came out of the study and said in Lu Zheng's ear: "It seems that I can't find anything. Even if I find the clue, this old guy can justify himself. Just convict him of a hooligan and detain him. Let's investigate slowly." Now it is the period of crackdown, and work style is a big problem. Zhang Guoliang has an unknown relationship with three women. He admitted it himself. It is no problem to convict a hooligan, so Hou Jianjun's heart is settled. At least, he has not found it wrong. After going back, there is no need to be afraid of losing his food. In his mouth, "Principal Zhang" has become an "old thing".

Lu Zheng frowned slightly. If there were no other suspects in the bureau, Zhang Guoliang would be detained first and then conducted a detailed investigation. There would always be clues to it, but the suspect Li Weijun was sent to the test, so how could he have time to take his time?

Moreover, looking at the album, remembering what Xia Tianxing said to him, and looking at Principal Zhang's performance, Lu Zheng had some new ideas.

"I'll go to the study room to take a look." Lu Zheng stood up and entered the study room.

The most conspicuous thing in the study is the huge bookcase against the wall. There are so many books inside. There are chairs in front of the bookcase. It seems that Hou Jianjun has also flipped through the chair.

Lu Zheng was walking in front of the bookcase, closing his eyes and sweeping his fingers across books. The three women must have entered this study room. What would they do inside?

Lu Zheng silently thought, if he were them, what would he do, and what would he want to do the most?

Since rebirth, the three victims have almost become the subjects Lu Zheng has to study every day. Perhaps, they are not even as familiar with themselves as Lu Zheng, especially some subconscious things.

For example, the first victim, Zhang Weihong, 31 years old, is the only one among the three victims who has a husband. From Zhang Guoliang's tone, Lu Zheng also knew that she should have a relationship with Zhang Guoliang. Zhang Weihong is a type of person who dares to love and hate. She was having a divorce with her husband before she disappeared. In today's society, it takes great courage. Her husband naturally became the original suspect.

The second victim, Cheng Kun, 25 years old, is a factory worker, hardworking and is attending night school, while Zhang Guoliang also taught classes at night school. Perhaps this is the opportunity for the two to meet each other. From Zhang Guoliang's plain tone when he talked about her, he should have no special feeling for her, but he would occasionally guide her to write, and at the same time, it was also the target of his hunting.

The third victim, Duan Hongmei, was very dull when Zhang Guoliang mentioned it in time, but Duan Hongmei, who was not his student, was called "teacher-student friendship" by him. She even took care of him for a night when he had a high fever. It was obvious that the two had a close relationship.

Because Duan Hongmei has made a lot of friends, she has received the most feedback from all parties. Lu Zheng, perhaps also knows her best before she was killed. Principal Zhang was included in the target of suspicion because of a small poem by Browning. Principal Zhang was also found in Duan Hongmei's relics and wrote the draft paper of the small poem over and over again.

Lu Zheng suddenly stood still and turned his head to look. He touched several modern poems with his fingers. The lower left area in the bookcase is full of poetry books, including French poet Baudelaire, British poet Ted, domestic contemporary poet Ziyang, etc., and all kinds of works are available.

Lu Zheng smiled with satisfaction. Duan Hongmei was a romantic and self-righteous girl, and she liked to make decisions for others because of this. She had a fight with many friends.

After learning these days, President Zhang is an academic person who is not particular about the details. The same is true in life. From the messy decorations on his coffee table, it is hard to believe that all kinds of books in this huge bookcase are classified one by one, and he will complete them.

This is mostly Duan Hongmei's work. When he sees his fingers again, he is a poetry work. Lu Zheng concludes that Duan Hongmei helped Principal Zhang organize the bookcase. Because the direction of his fingers is the area closest to the desk and the most eye-catching position, it can be seen that the people who organize the bookcases are very fond of poetry. In fact, compared with poetry literature, Zhang Guoliang pays more attention to the study of physics. When he taught at that time, he taught physics.

Lu Zheng was not in a hurry to do something, but just looked at the spine of the poems quietly, and slowly closed his eyes. He was thinking, if he was Duan Hongmei, what would he do when tidying up the bookcase...

Perhaps, will the "I" with a romantic and adventurous spirit want to tell the owner something through this bookcase?

Because "I", whether it is a quarrel with friends or reconciliation, always shows the joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness of "I" in a strange way...

Then, Lu Zheng suddenly opened his eyes. Sure enough, he felt strange just now. There were no books from Browning in the bookcase.

Duan Hongmei's relics and the poems she wrote left behind clearly show that she was deeply influenced by Browning, with simple words and endless emotions. Even Principal Zhang did not have Browning's collection of poems, so she should have given him a set. Moreover, Principal Zhang has also recited Browning's poems. According to common sense, he would not have collected Browning's works.

Lu Zheng thought about it, and his fingers began to slowly slide on the spine of books. Then, a different feeling came from his fingertips. He had reached the edge of the poetry area. Next to the poetry work was a book called "Cihai". Unlike ordinary books, it was thick hard shell packaging, which was the source of the sudden strange feeling from his fingertips.

Lu Zheng slowly laughed and suddenly shouted to the outside: "Principal Zhang, have you not moved the bookshelf for a long time?"

"yes."

Hearing Lu Zheng’s question, Hou Jianjun brought Zhang Guoliang over and stood at the entrance of the study. Zhang Guoliang looked at Lu Zheng’s actions and agreed.

At this time, Lu Zheng had slowly picked out the thick Cihai, opened the shell, and said, "Is it true that after killing Duan Hongmei, you will never want to touch these bookcases that she has sorted according to her preferences?"

Zhang Guoliang shut up and said nothing.

After Lu Zheng lifted Cihai's thick paper shell, the inside was covered with a set of "Browning's Complete Works". As for the pages in Cihai, they were naturally torn off.

On the cover of "Browning's Complete Works", there are beautiful fountain pen letters "You finally found it!"

Hou Jianjun came over to see it and asked inexplicably: "What is this."

Lu Zheng sighed and said, "It's Duan Hongmei's word, maybe so, the evidence she hopes we find?"

Hou Jianjun was unclear about the whole story, and suddenly heard Lu Zheng say this, and he screamed in fear and jumped back. He only felt his scalp numb, his hair seemed to be standing up one by one, and his voice was even more out of tune: "You? What were you saying?"

Lu Zheng was burned by thunder, but he immediately knew that it was not a fault for Hou Jianjun. He suddenly saw the deceased's writing "You finally found it!", and he and Hou Jianjun and others came to find evidence of her being killed. He even said that he hoped this was the evidence. Suddenly, normal people would feel the gust of cold wind and be frightened.

Lu Zheng glanced at Hou Jianjun helplessly and said, "This is what Duan Hongmei wrote to Principal Zhang. What are you afraid of?"

Hou Jianjun patted his forehead and cursed with a smile: "Zhengzi, are you breathing heavily when you speak? Tell me, can you not be afraid if I say so suddenly?"

Lu Zheng slowly opened the page, but saw the first page, and it was densely filled with small pen characters, which was a hot love letter. Lu Zheng glanced a few times and handed it to Hou Jianjun and said, "Look, this is called the cycle of heaven, and retribution is unhappy."

In this love letter, in addition to Duan Hongmei boldly expressing her love to Principal Zhang, there is another paragraph: "That day, you had a high fever, but in your heart, you can't forget your lover, and you are still shouting loudly: 'Wei Hong, Cheng Kun, I killed you!' Although, I don't know who they are, I envy them so much. I wish I could live in your heart like them forever..."

It seems that Principal Zhang still feels guilty in his subconscious, so he leaked the secret of heaven when he had a high fever. Duan Hongmei naturally didn't know who these two were, and Cheng Kun's name was also written incorrectly.

After reading it, Hou Jianjun turned around and slapped Principal Zhang, cursing: "Old hooligan, do you still dare to argue?" As he said that, he showed the love letter to Principal Zhang from afar.

Principal Zhang's face turned pale, his original reserve and pride disappeared, and his whole body seemed to collapse suddenly.

...

In the living room, Principal Zhang slowly told the story of killing three victims and dismembering them. Hou Jianjun asked questions and Du Xiaohu took a record.
To be continued...