Han Feilu stuffed a few orange segments into his mouth: "She chopped up the body and buried it in the soil to make fertilizer for the orchids. The oranges are good, where can you buy them?"
Zhou Song: "Imported supermarket. Have you found out the identity of the deceased?"
Han Feilu: "Currently, only 8 of the deceased have been identified. Where are they imported from? How much does it cost per kilogram?"
Zhou Song: "Imported from Australia, 30 yuan each. Who are the deceased?"
Han Feilu was startled and re-examined the half orange in his hand: "Is this thing sold by the piece?"
Zhou Song impatiently took the orange from his hand: "Who are the dead?"
Han Feilu snatched the orange back again: "Dou Qing, Xu Bing, Zhu Zhiwei, Hu Tao, Zhang Xueli, I can't remember the names of the others."
Zhou Song chose a familiar name: "Xu Bing? Is it Yao Zichen's husband Xu Bing?"
Han Feilu: "Yes, Yao Zichen said that Xu Bing took a fishing boat out to sea and committed suicide and was buried at the bottom of the sea. In fact, she was buried in the flower shed."
Zhou Song: "What's going on with Dou Qing? Didn't she work at Yao Zichen's house for a few days and then leave?"
Han Feilu: "Yao Zichen has been lying all the time. On April 27, she took Dou Qing out of the house. Since then, Dou Qing has disappeared. Now Dou Qing's body was dug out in Yao Zichen's flower shed.
This shows that Dou Qing died at the hands of Yao Zichen as early as April 27."
Zhou Song suddenly realized: "That is to say, the Dou Qing I saw at Tong Yue's funeral was not actually Dou Qing, and the Dou Qing you saw in the billiard hall was not Dou Qing either. The real Dou Qing had died long ago.
Is the Dou Qing we met pretending to be?"
The oranges were very sweet. Han Feilu nodded, praising both the oranges and Zhou Song: "Not bad."
Zhou Song still couldn't figure it out: "Who could be pretending to be Dou Qing?"
Han Feilu has solved all the mysteries about Dou Qing: "This woman is not pretending to be Dou Qing, she just needs an identity. I guess she is a wanted criminal, so she cannot appear with her true identity. Coincidentally, Tong Yue's mother
Jiang Yuyan killed Tong Yue's father when Tong Yue was 12 years old. She suffocated her husband with a pillow while he was sleeping because her husband had violent tendencies and often beat his wife and daughter. Jiang Yuyan fled after killing her husband and has never been brought to justice.
I now have good reason to suspect that the woman pretending to be Dou Qing to avenge Tong Yue is Tong Yue's mother, Jiang Yuyan, who has been missing for many years."
Zhou Song was filled with emotion and chuckled: "So that's how it is."
Han Feilu was also very emotional and sighed: "Yes, so that's how it is."
Zhou Song suddenly remembered an important premise: "How did you find Dou Qing's body?"
Han Feilu's face suddenly darkened: "Yao Mulan took me to find it."
Zhou Song remembered what Sendi had said during lunch break. Last night, a fire broke out in a yard in Changfeng Valley. The fire trapped a mother and daughter. The mother escaped, but the daughter who set the fire died in the flames. Until now, he has not understood it deeply.
After the fire, there was no way to know the identity of the mother and daughter, but at this moment, his intuition told him that the mother and daughter in the story were Yao Zichen and Yao Mulan.
So, he asked: "Is Yao Mulan dead?"
Han Feilu bent forward and supported his forehead with both hands: "Yes."
He did not explain the cause of Yao Mulan's death, nor the fire, but Zhou Song was able to see through many truths that he did not say. "She set the fire, and she wanted to die together with Yao Zichen."
He looked at Han Feilu, his eyes as dark as night: "I can tell you the reason why Yao Mulan killed her mother."
Han Feilu: "I know."
Zhou Song was silent, thinking a lot in just a few seconds: "I can understand her. Parents killing their children is devouring; children killing their parents is backlash. If you don't want to be devoured, you can only backlash."
Han Feilu raised his head and looked at him, wanting to ask him: So have you survived until now, have you avoided being devoured, or have you been lucky enough to be devoured?
Zhou Song drank the rest of the drink and walked to the kitchen with his own cup and the cup used by Han Feilu: "If Yao Zichen really killed so many people, then she is a serial killer in the true sense; Leng Xun
No taboo, suitable for both men and women, the cycle is long and stable."
Han Feilu: "How do you know that her crime cycle is long and stable?"
Zhou Song turned on the faucet and washed the tea cup in the sink: "Xu Bing died in 2006, and Dou Qing died two months ago. There was a difference of 16 years. There were at least 24 corpses in Yao Zichen's garden shed, which means that these 16
Yao Zichen has never stopped killing people over the years, committing 24 crimes in total, maybe more. She buried the corpses in the flower shed to make fertilizer, and the way she disposed of the corpses was always the same. She has killed so many people in the past 16 years, but you, the police, have no suspicion at all
For her, this is not her luck, but thanks to her cautious and stable crime pattern."
He washed the cup and turned it upside down on the kitchen counter to control the water: "But I'm confused. She killed so many people, and none of the victims were searched by their families? If the family members of the deceased call the police, you will disappear immediately.
In this case, no matter how smart Yao Zichen is, there is no way he will not reveal any flaws."
Han Feilu: "This is a very strange place. The deceased are either fugitive suspects with criminal records, or migrant workers with no relatives. No one knows whether these people are missing or dead."
Zhou Song: "A fugitive suspect? That's it. Even if such a person loses contact with all his family and friends, no one will call the police."
He came out of the kitchen and planned to go to the bedroom with a change of clothes to take a shower, but he saw Han Feilu looking at him with a serious expression. He had an inexplicable bad feeling in his heart, so he asked, "What's wrong?"
Han Feilu: "Chi Chenguang thinks so too."
Zhou Song: "What do you mean?"
Han Feilu: "Except for Wen Yushan, the six victims who died at the hands of Chi Chenguang were all wanted suspects."
Before Zhou Song could react, Han Feilu walked up to him and raised the phone screen in front of him: "Look at this photo."
It was a group photo in a frame. There were five people sitting on a red sofa. Judging from their age and clothing, they were two men, two women and a little boy about ten years old. They all wore masks, from left to right.
They are a man wearing a goat mask, a woman wearing a white rabbit mask, a woman wearing a sika deer mask, and a man wearing a lion mask. The boy is standing next to the man wearing the lion mask, wearing a
Small lion mask.
When he saw the man wearing the lion mask, he recognized it as Chi Chenguang at a glance, because the man's figure, hair, black shirt, and the Longines watch with a blue dial on his left hand were all familiar to Zhou Song.
Song even recognized the scar the size of a coin on the back of his right hand. Chi Chengguang said that the scar was from a fight with his roommate in college.
Zhou Song slowly took a breath of air: "What is this?"
Han Feilu: "This is a group photo I found at Yao Zichen's house. You should have recognized it. The man in the goat mask is Shao Dongcheng, the man in the lion mask is Chi Chenguang, and the woman in the white rabbit mask is Yao Zichen. I
The purple dress she was wearing was found in the unburned cloakroom."
Zhou Song wanted to take another look at the boy standing next to Chi Chenguang, but his eyes always avoided him as if he were avoiding an obstacle. He didn't dare to look, let alone recognize him, because the boy was wearing a pair of FENDL children's boots.
I remember that Chi Chengguang personally took him to the mall to pick it out one autumn, and he was the only one who had it.
Zhou Song was very confused at this time. He walked around Han Feilu in a daze and wanted to go back to the room. When he walked to the bedroom door, he could not open the door. The bedroom door occasionally malfunctioned and the door lock could not be opened. He had to try a few more times.
Han Feilu followed and asked, "Do you have any impression?"
Zhou Song grabbed the door handle and pulled the door loudly: "What impression?"
Han Feilu asked very straightforwardly: "Who is the child next to Chi Chenguang?"
Zhou Song: "I don't know."
Han Feilu: "You should know."
Zhou Song punched the door hard twice with a pale face, and two beads of sweat fell from his forehead.
Han Feilu: "I have never asked you, where did you find those two masks?"
Zhou Song gritted his teeth and said nothing, and banged the door hard with his shoulders crossed, as if trying to escape inside.
Han Feilu: "You know what this photo means. They know each other and may even be a team."
Zhou Song couldn't open the door, so he punched the door angrily.
Han Feilu: "I saw your expression when you saw this photo just now. You must have thought of something."
Zhou Song remembered that the house key was in the dining table drawer, and he wanted to get it, but Han Feilu grabbed his wrist and said, "You can't escape, we can only solve the problem."
Zhou Song glared at him angrily, gritted his teeth and said: "You are wrong, I didn't think of anything."
Han Feilu raised the phone in front of him again: "Zhou Song, I don't want to force you, but you must answer me truthfully, is the person in the photo -"
Zhou Song suddenly snatched his cell phone and threw it to the ground. The phone hit the hard floor tiles, the back cover was thrown off, and the screen was shattered.
"I said I don't know! Do you have to force me to tell you that that person is me?" Zhou Song yelled at him with all his strength, and then kicked the remains of the mobile phone on the floor away, "Give it to me
Get out! Get out!"
Han Feilu looked at the mobile phone that had been kicked to the entrance, then at the phone card that fell at his feet, and finally at Zhou Song. Zhou Song pushed the door so hard that he almost pulled the door handle off.
Han Feilu bent down to pick up the phone card, then stopped Zhou Song back and kicked the door violently!
There was a loud bang, the door was kicked open by him, and half of the door frame fell off.
Following Han Feilu's kick, Zhou Song trembled violently. He opened his eyes wide and panted and stared at the kicked-open door. It wasn't until he heard the sound of closing the door that he realized that Han Feilu had already opened the door.