Several police cars were parked outside the square in the middle of the street. All entrances were cordoned off, and police officers from the police station were guarding the entrances. Pedestrians passing by were attracted by this large formation and stopped to look inside, or directly ask the police about the square.
What happened inside. However, the police did not know the inside story. They were only tasked with guarding the inside and outside of the square and not allowing anyone to enter. Therefore, when faced with the people's inquiries, they just responded hastily and evacuated the crowd.
There is a three- to four-meter-high electronic screen erected in the square. Usually at night, the electronic screen will play local news and advertisements, but tonight the screen is dark, and only the street lights standing on the edge of the square are shining with muddy and pale lights. The summer sky is flying.
Insects were spinning and flying around the light tube, and bugs kept hitting the light tube, making a crackling sound, like sparks emerging from a campfire.
Behind the electronic screen was a flower bed. A dozen plainclothes policemen, armed with hammers and axes, violently smashed the concrete platform of the flower bed. There was a loud bang and rocks flying. After more than half an hour of smashing, the flower bed was finally destroyed.
, exposing the ground under the base of the flower bed.
Han Feilu shouted stop, threw away the tools in his hands, squatted down and touched the ground. He only felt wet soil. No more cement was poured underground, and he said: "Bring the excavator over."
A light excavator borrowed from the construction site drove to the flower bed. The driver controlled the huge grab to dig into the ground, digging deeper inch by inch. The police stood in a circle and silently watched the ongoing exhumation operation.
Han Feilu found a half-used notebook deep in the drawer of the rental house where Lan Lan's body was found. There was only one sentence written in the notebook: My mother is lying under the flower bed behind the electronic screen in Huimin Road Square.
He took the notebook to find Liang Baiyan and asked Liang Baiyan to give him permission to dig up corpses in the square. Liang Baiyan disagreed at first, but he argued hard, and Liang Baiyan almost picked up the document and threw him on the head. He had already raised his arms, and then
He slowly put it down and said earnestly: "Even if you can find Song Caiyun's body, can you catch the murderer? It's been ten years. Do you know what ten years is? Do you know that a body can be dug up in a public place?
How much publicity will a corpse from ten years ago arouse? Do you know that if this case cannot be solved, it will become a murder case in your hands? "
He knew what ten years was, and he also knew that a rotting corpse that had been sleeping for ten years would only make the investigation difficult and would not provide any clues. But he still insisted on his opinion: "Director Liang, let me dig out the person first. This
Whether the case can be solved is another question, we can’t let people lie underground forever, what do you think?”
Liang Baiyan was not persuaded by him, but he could not stop him. He only gave him a warning: "You have to be responsible to the end."
Han Feilu didn't say anything, only saluted, and rushed to the square with a team of people. When it got dark, they surrounded the square, not allowed in or out, and carried out the exhumation work secretly.
The excavator dug down nearly two meters deep. Han Feilu was worried that the grab would damage the bones, so he stopped. Gu Hai and the others jumped into the pit with a roar, and continued digging down with shovels, and dug nearly 30 meters deeper.
Half a meter deep, Qi Tianlei suddenly shouted: "We dug it!"
Han Feilu squatted by the pit and used a flashlight to illuminate them. When he saw two human finger bones exposed under the thin layer of soil, he shouted: "Dahai and Leizi continue digging below, and everyone else comes up. Xiao Song! Take it."
Come here with a recorder to take pictures! What the hell can you take pictures of from such a distance!"
At around one o'clock in the morning, half of the lights in the Public Security Bureau building were turned off, and only the lamps on the workstations were on in the police office area. Most of the colleagues had gone off work, and only Mu Xuecheng and a few female police officers on duty were still working. Mu Xuecheng answered
When I came back from getting a cup of hot water, I saw Lan Zhaolin still sitting on a bench by the window in the corner, so I asked him: "Mr. Lan, do you want to drink water?"
Lan Zhaolin seemed motionless in trance, as if he had fallen asleep with his eyes open. When Mu Xuecheng asked him something, he did not respond in time, "...No, thank you, I'm not thirsty."
Mu Xuecheng nodded, returned to his seat and sat down, and quietly said to Xiao Zhao: "Is he too stimulated and a little hypocritical?"
This evening Lan Zhaolin came to the police station to identify the body. After confirming that the body brought back by the police was undoubtedly Lan Lan, he signed several documents. After going through the process, Mu Xuecheng told him that he could leave, but he said, "Wait a moment."
'. She didn't know what Lan Zhaolin was waiting for, but she sympathized with him for having just lost his daughter and couldn't drive him away, so she let him stay.
Lan Zhaolin sat on the chair and waited for five or six hours. During this period, Mu Xuecheng tactfully reminded him that he could go home and wait for news, but he still said: wait a little longer.
At 1:45 in the morning, the person he was waiting for seemed to have arrived. There was movement in the quiet courtyard downstairs, and several police cars drove in one after another. He stood at the window and looked down, and saw Han Feilu getting out of the car.
Instructing several police officers to move something from the car, he stared at the police car with the word "Investigation" printed on it and saw the policemen taking out two boxes from the car, and then a group of people entered the building one after another.
Mu Xuecheng also saw Han Feilu and others coming back. She was about to go downstairs to check the situation. Han Feilu's phone number arrived first. She answered the phone and said, "Hello? Boss. Lan Zhaolin hasn't left yet. He
Sitting in our office. Okay, I'll take him down now."
She hung up the phone and took Lan Zhaolin downstairs to the forensic room on the first floor. She saw Han Feilu in the corridor outside the door of the forensic room. Han Feilu seemed to have just carried cement back from the construction site, his hair
Half wet with sweat, I took off my jacket and put it on my shoulders. The collar and front of my gray short-sleeved shirt were also completely wet, and my trousers and shoes were stained with mud.
"Team Han, Lan Zhaolin is here." Mu Xuecheng said while looking for a tissue in his pocket, found one and handed it to Han Feilu, but Han Feilu didn't pick it up. He only waved to Lan Zhaolin and then left.
Enter the forensic room.
In the forensic room, the forensic doctor was placing the skeletons brought back from the square on the cold parking platform, gradually forming the shape of the human skeleton.
Hearing Lan Zhaolin walk in and his footsteps stop behind him, Han Feilu asked, "Do you still recognize her?"
Those bones were covered with dirty soil, and even the original color of the bones could not be seen. Lan Zhaolin looked at the bones and found that there was no reaction in his heart, so he looked at a wallet placed on the edge of the table.
It was the wallet that Song Caiyun used before her death. It contained her ID card, bank card and other items. The photo on the ID card was still very clear. Looking at Song Caiyun's smiling face, he couldn't help but smile: "It's Caiyun."
Han Feilu turned around and looked at him, but he caught the smile in his eyes, which suddenly made him feel extremely cold: "Then do you know how we found her?"
Lan Zhaolin had already guessed it, but shook his head.
The temperature in the forensic room was low, and with Lan Zhaolin, a cold-blooded animal, standing in front of him, Han Feilu felt that the temperature in the room was almost below zero, and said: "Go out and talk."
He walked out of the forensic room and sat on a bench by the corridor. Lan Zhaolin also came out and sat next to him, looking calm and at ease.
Han Feilu took out the palm-sized notebook from his trouser pocket, turned to the page where Lan Lan wrote, and then handed the notebook to him: "Take a look, this is your daughter's suicide note."
Lan Zhaolin took it, read the line of words written by Lan Lan, and turned another page.
Han Feilu stared at his every move: "What are you looking for?"
Lan Zhaolin remained silent and turned the pages to the end. He found that only that page had writing on it, and the rest was blank. He closed the book and said, "Nothing."
Han Feilu saw through his mind at a glance: "Are you worried that your daughter will expose you?"
Lan Zhaolin smiled faintly, very politely and said: "You are overthinking, officer."
Han Feilu said, "Take a closer look."
Lan Zhaolin opened the notebook as he was told, and when he looked forward this time, he found that the notebook was incomplete and had a few pages torn out. And those torn pages might be what he was looking for just now.
Han Feilu said: "Lan Lan really wanted to expose you. She wrote your crime in her suicide note. But she changed her mind again, so she tore out those pages. Do you know why she changed her mind?
"
Lan Zhaolin raised his head slightly, his expression calm and indifferent, but his eyes were a little confused.
Han Feilu looked at him, temporarily putting aside his identity as a murderer, and found that he was like a character in an old shadow puppet show. He looked beautiful and delicate, but in fact, all he could see was just a dark shadow. He always looked like that
He is calm and composed, and even killing his wife was an action taken after rational analysis. His original intention was not to kill a human life, but to gain more survival resources and living space for himself and his daughter, so he always believed that he had no
He made a mistake. He thought he was sentimental, but in fact he was ruthless. What's even more frightening is that he didn't even realize his ruthlessness, because he was born a ruthless person.
At this moment, Lan Zhaolin turned into a human skin in Han Feilu's eyes, and there was nothing under the human skin. Han Feilu said: "She has been with you day and night, and has been taught by your words and deeds, and she can't tell what is right and what is right."
That's wrong. She saw you kill Song Caiyun with her own eyes back then, and she was convinced by you later, so she still doesn't know what your killing behavior means. To her, Song Caiyun's death may be just lying in bed.
She has slept underground for ten years. She has no concept of life and death." He suddenly felt extremely tight in his chest, so he took a deep breath and slowly let it out, "You are a monster, Lan Lan is your child, and she is also a monster.
"
Lan Zhaolin smiled slightly and said, "So, where are your friends?"
Han Feilu looked at him with dark eyes: "What did you say?"
Lan Zhaolin: "Before coming to the police station, I met your friend. His name is Zhou Song, right? I recognized him the first time I saw him in the hotel. He is Chi Chenguang's son. He
He also asked me about Caiyun, but I can see that his purpose is not to help you solve the case, but to defeat me. If I am a monster, then who is the person who wants to defeat the monster? "
After saying that, he looked at his watch, then put the notebook on the chair, stood up and straightened his shirt collar, as calmly and leisurely as if he was standing in front of the mirror to check his appearance and prepare to go to work: "Lan Lan
It's my child, and Zhou Song is Chi Chenguang's child. According to you, since my child is a monster, then Chi Chenguang's child must also be a monster."
He left, his thin back walking in the deserted corridor, his steps calm and sure, like a ghost wandering the world.