"Sir, my name is Chen Aqing, and his name is Deng Xiaozhu. We are patrol policemen. We mainly patrol the branch, the section from the west of the branch to Wuma Street." Chen Aqing was obviously easier to talk to than Deng Xiaozhu. Faced with Lin Chuang's inquiry, he was a little nervous.
, but still introduced myself smoothly.
Deng Xiaozhu was much more nervous than him. When Lin Chuang saw him, he noticed that his face turned yellow, and his face has not straightened out even now.
"Perhaps he was frightened by Fan Yitong's tragic situation." Lin Chuang thought, looking at the faces of the two.
"How did you find out that Section Chief Fan was murdered?" Lin Chuang asked calmly.
"Sir, we came from the south of Wuma Street. When we walked to the corner, we suddenly saw Section Chief Fan's car. The car was on fire. It looked like it was waiting for someone. We quickly arranged our clothes.
We stood on the side of the road, wanting to wait for Section Chief Fan to pass by before going back to the branch. But after waiting for a long time, we didn't see the car leaving, so it just stayed there. We didn't dare to leave just like that, so we wanted to wait a little longer. Later, Xiao
With sharp eyes, he quietly told me that he felt something was wrong. I asked him what was wrong, and he said why he saw Section Chief Fan motionless and his head kept leaning on the seat. I also blamed him for making a fuss, saying that maybe the officer was too
I was tired and fell asleep leaning on the chair. After waiting for a while, the car still didn't move. Xiaozhu said that Section Chief Fan didn't make any movement either. I said, forget it, go over and say hello to the superior. So,
The two of us walked towards the car." Chen Aqing recalled the scene and licked his lips when he said this.
Then he said: "I didn't see Section Chief Fan clearly until we were in front of the car. He kept his eyes open and motionless. When I looked at his eyes, it was like, how should I put it, the kind that I didn't know where to look?
, what is this word called?”
"Are you feeling empty and confused?" Zhu Xing reminded him in a low voice.
"Empty, blank, yes, yes, that's the word. Secretary Zhu is really talented, he just speaks." Chen Aqing turned around and smiled at Zhu Xing, complimenting him with a flattering tone.
"Continue talking!" Hou Ming frowned and ordered in a low voice.
"Yes, Director." Chen Aqing quickly retracted his neck and faced Lin Chuang: "Sir, I am older and have seen dead people. When I saw Section Chief Fan like this, I felt bad. So, I walked to the car and shouted
"Hello, sir." Because we were behind the glass and the car was open, I was afraid that Section Chief Fan wouldn't be able to hear it, so I spoke loudly. As a result, Section Chief Fan didn't react at all. I thought something was wrong, and I was about to say "Hello, sir."
Opening the car door to check, Xiaozhu suddenly found blood under the car and screamed loudly. When I saw it, sticky blood was trickling out from the crack in the door. Xiaozhu and I were so scared that we ran away.
After running out for a few steps, I remembered that we were patrolmen. Section Chief Fan was dead and we had to protect the scene, so I boldly watched and asked Xiaozhu to go back to the branch to report."
After Chen Aqing finished narrating, he patted his chest, looking frightened. Deng Xiaozhu's face turned even yellower. It was obvious that he had never seen such a bloody scene.
"What time was it when we saw Section Chief Fan's car?" Lin Chuang asked.
"We don't have a watch, so we don't know. Anyway, it won't be past six o'clock, because there were very few people on Wuma Street at that time. When we found out that things were bad, we saw more people on the street." Chen Aqing replied.
"Think about it carefully, this time is very important for solving the case." Lin Chuang said.
"Sir... officer, before we went back to the branch, we had tea at Qingshan Tea House. When we left, I looked at the clock in their shop and it was half past five." Deng Xiaozhu stammered.
"Oh, yes, yes, it was Xiaozhu who reminded me that it was almost time to get off work, so we left the teahouse." After his reminder, Chen Aqing also remembered it.
"Team Leader Lin, Xiaozhu is right. He ran back to the branch and came directly to the director. I looked at the clock at that time and it was five fifty. I will get off work in ten minutes." Zhu Xing added at this time.
One sentence.
"Okay." Lin Chuang let the question go and then asked: "You said the car was on fire at that time, who put out the fire in the car?"
"It's me." Hou Mingdao said: "I received the report from Xiaozhu and felt that the matter was serious. I first called Director Duan to report, and then led people to the scene. I opened the car door and confirmed that Section Chief Fan was dead.
, he turned the key and turned off the fire. Then he set up a guard and waited for someone from the bureau. Later, Section Chief Hu, Section Chief Fang and others came."
"Yeah." Lin Chuang nodded, thinking about the information Chen Aqing brought: "Fan Yitong's license plate number is 'Police 0666', which is easy to recognize. It's not surprising that Chen Aqing recognizes this license plate number. Probably the entire Nanjing police system does not recognize it."
Not many people have this license plate number. After all, Fan Yitong is in charge of picketing. However, ordinary police officers may know this information, but if they have not seen this car, it is difficult to determine that it is Fan Yitong's car at the first time. This shows that
, Chen Aqing has seen Fan Yitong's car in the past, so he recognized it at a glance."
Thinking of this, Lin Chuang asked again: "Chen Aqing, how come you recognized Section Chief Fan's car at a glance?"
"Sir, Section Chief Fan often comes to our branch. Everyone in our branch knows this car number. Besides, I have seen this car several times on Wuma Street." Chen Aqing replied.
"Oh?" Lin Chuang's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he thought to himself: "This sentence contains too much information."
"Well, that's it. To be honest, Team Leader Lin, I have a good personal relationship with Section Chief Fan. He often comes to the branch to have tea with me, so everyone below is familiar with him." Hou Ming explained quickly.
"Why does he often go to Wuma Street? I remember that his family lives near Yixian Bridge, right? Is there any old acquaintance on Wuma Street?" Lin Chuang thought to himself: "The purpose of his going to Wuma Street must be clarified."
"Chen Aqing, you said you saw Section Chief Fan on Wuma Street several times. Do you know what he did there? Who did he meet?" Lin Chuang asked.
Chen Aqing was stunned by this question and said with some hesitation: "I don't know about this. We, as soldiers, don't dare to make random guesses and talk about the officers' matters."
When Lin Chuang saw his expression, he felt that there must be something going on. Otherwise, he would not have said that and would not have used words like "guessing and talking".
So what is he worried about? Knowing that Fan Yitong is dead, is he still afraid that the dead will come to settle accounts with him?
Is he afraid of Hou Ming? Does that mean that Fan Yitong often goes to Wuma Street and has something to do with Hou Ming?
As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, Lin Chuang no longer planned to ask any more questions.
"Then how many times have you seen Section Chief Fan on Wuma Street? About what time?" Lin Chuang changed the question.
"I can't remember how many times, at least three times. As for the time..., they were all in the afternoon before and after get off work." Chen Aqing replied.