Although a little surprised, the police still did not dare to neglect. While verifying the authenticity of the email and the authenticity of the content, they also asked people to investigate where the email was sent from. Through voice comparison, it was confirmed that the female voice belonged to Pan Yue. However,
When they saw the photo, they were confused again. Pan Yue, who was detained in the detention center, looked nothing like the person in the photo. According to their investigation, Pan Yue who was detained in the detention center looked nothing like the person in the photo.
From Cha He's usual observations of her, it didn't seem like she had undergone plastic surgery. Just when they had no clue, a new email popped up. It contained videos of Lin Pengyuan's men dealing with drug dealers, and...
There was evidence that Lin Pengyuan was laundering money in the country. Looking at the figures in hundreds of millions, even the police, who had experienced many battles and had seen great storms, were stunned.
"How's it going? Have you traced the source of the email?"
The matter was of great importance and was immediately reported to the superiors. While waiting for instructions, the team leader responsible for investigating Pan Yue's murder case urged his subordinates to take action. After seeing Xiao Sun's concentration and nervousness in front of the computer, he knew that the matter was making no progress.
The team leader frowned: Xiao Sun has the most advanced computer skills in the bureau, and is even the best in competitions held in the province. If he can't trace the source of the email, it shows that the other party is more powerful. His purpose is
What?
The cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang, startling the team leader who was deep in thought. He glanced at the name on it and felt nervous. He originally thought it would be the director, but he didn't expect it to be a certain municipal leader.
"Xiao Zhang, you don't have to worry about this anymore. The superiors will arrange for someone to come down in two days, and then just hand over the case to the other party."
The team leader frowned. Although he was a little reluctant, there was nothing he could do. According to the leader, this matter was probably beyond the control of the local government.
"yes!"
Ever since Song Jun went out in the morning, Meng Ziyu's heart had been pounding.
"Wait for me to come back!"
His voice and smile when he went out in the morning were still in front of me. I wanted to call him to inquire, but I was worried that it would disturb him.
"Master, you are so kind!"
It was past noon, and the hungry Song Jun pulled himself out from a pile of files. As a rookie who had just graduated, it was not easy for him to be exposed to cases of this level. The gray-haired old policeman sitting opposite him
With a straight face, he was not moved at all by the flattery of his apprentice.
"Master, let's go to dinner together, apprentice's treat!"
The old policeman put aside the file in his hand and picked up another one. He said calmly: "Young people just don't resist. You can do it yourself. I will sort out the rest."
"oh."
Song Jun responded in a muffled voice. He was such a stubborn master that he never gave himself a chance to please him. Just as he walked to the door, a slightly older voice sounded behind him: "Don't forget to give you a partner."
Make a phone call to reassure her."
Song Jun was a little surprised. He had never mentioned his relationship to anyone. How did the master know about it? The old policeman knew what he was thinking without looking at him, and pointed at his face. Song Jun stretched out his hand and touched it.
My face was a little sticky, but when I took a closer look I saw it was lipstick.
.This is when he remembered the farewell kiss when he went out in the morning. When did she put on the lipstick? Couldn't other people also see it? No wonder he found it when he came in; other people looked at him a little strangely,
My ears felt a little hot, so I wiped my face casually and left.
As soon as he came out of the police station, Song Jun couldn't wait to call Meng Ziyu. He believed that life and work should be separated, so he never mentioned personal issues at work. Similarly, he would not talk about work at home. Meng Ziyu
After hearing the rich and powerful voice of the little one, they felt relieved, and the two chatted about sticky topics like ordinary lovers.
"I may not go home today."
"But don't worry, I will definitely be able to go back tomorrow morning."
Although Meng Ziyu was worried, it was hard to say too much.
"Then what kind of breakfast do you want to have? I'll make it for you."
Song Jun grinned from ear to ear listening to her clear and crisp voice, and quickly answered: "As long as it's made by you, I like it."
After hastily eating a bowl of beef noodles, Song Jun returned to his work station and got busy. He and his master were now dealing with an old case. Ten years ago, a girl disappeared and was found in a remote place three days later.
The body was found at the garbage recycling station. It was found by an old man who was scavenging.
Suddenly, he saw a hand sticking out from the garbage heap, thinking it was an unwanted doll that someone else had thrown away. He wanted to pick it up and wash it for his little granddaughter to play with, but when he touched it, he realized that it was actually a real doll.
Although the person was scared, he still pulled the person out.
Her eyes that had lost their luster became cloudy, and the purple-red marks on her slender neck were shocking. What the police saw when they arrived was such a scene. The visible scars on her body told everyone the inhuman torture she suffered during her lifetime.
All the police officers who had children present shed tears and gritted their teeth.
I wanted to pull that beast out and bring him to justice. But the place was desolate at that time, and it was not a crime scene at first glance. Even if it was a crime scene, it would be almost impossible to find clues in that environment with the detective technology of the time.
It's impossible, so the investigators back then were powerless even if they had the will.
This case was shelved. An incident that happened two days ago reminded the master who participated in the investigation of the case in that year. Therefore, after surveying the scene, the master and the apprentice immediately searched through the files from that year.
.
"Master, look at this."
The old policeman took the file handed over by his apprentice and looked at it carefully. After a moment, tears flashed in his eyes. The miserable appearance of the girl back then was still vivid in his mind. This unsolved case also became a thorn in his heart. Although Song Jun could not
I sympathize with the master's feelings, but my hatred for the criminal is the same. Especially after seeing the words in the autopsy report, I vowed to arrest that pervert.
The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and the master and the apprentice were still burning the midnight oil to fight. Meng Ziyu was thinking about what to cook for Song Jun the next day. She looked at the ingredients in the refrigerator and a flash of inspiration flashed in her mind.
The sun rises in the east, and the early morning sunshine shines in through the window and shines on Meng Ziyu who is waiting at the dining table. Looking at the rich breakfast in front of her, she is looking forward to Song Jun's return. Minute after minute, the clock on the wall changes.
The hands are chasing towards ten o'clock, and the exquisite and delicious breakfast is being heated for the third time.
Song Jun: Things are a bit tricky and I can’t let go. Please forgive me this time, the most beautiful, gentle and virtuous fairy sister.
Meng Ziyu's expectations subsided little by little. After seeing the message from Song Jun, he replied that he knew it. He sat alone at the dining table and stuffed food into his mouth, but why did tears escape? He raised his hand to wipe it.
She shed tears and muttered to herself: "Meng Ziyu, you are so hypocritical!"
In the next half month, Song Jun only came back once to change clothes, and left in a hurry before Meng Ziyu could say anything.
"Oh, it's finally over."
The police officers who handled the case together with Master and Disciple Song Jun breathed a sigh of relief. After listening to the perverted murderer's account of the crime, almost everyone wanted to bite a piece of meat from him. In the past ten years, not only did he not feel guilty,
They also use the same method to kill a child, both boys and girls, every year on the day the first little girl dies.
Police Officer A: "Even if this guy dies, it won't be enough to erase his sins!"
Police Officer B: "This guy should be intercepted so that he can make up for the psychological trauma of the victim's family."
A group of people were busy discussing, and Song Jun noticed that the master walked out alone. He followed him quietly and found that the master was shaking while facing the wall.
"master."
Song Jun stood behind the master for a long time and finally couldn't help but speak. The old policeman turned around and tapped him on the shoulder. He recognized his apprentice's ability. In the process of solving the case, he discovered a lot of things.
Doubts and detailed evidence.
"You're tired, go back and take a hot bath and have a good rest."
After the old policeman finished speaking, he turned around and left. Song Jun did not follow him. He thought what the master needed most now was to be alone. In a daze, looking at the master from behind, he seemed to be a little rickety.
Just as he was about to go home, suddenly the sad look in Meng Ziyu's eyes when he went home last time came to mind.
"It's over, it's over, I'm going to kneel on the washboard this time."
Although he knew that Meng Ziyu would not do such a thing, Song Jun was still panicking in his heart. On the way home, he bought a bouquet of perfumed roses and attached a card, which read: We have fallen in love since we met, and we have not spoken a word.
You can know your heart. (Li Bai's "Two Poems on Meeting") The handwriting is strong and resolute, and the black ink is romantic on the white card.
Unswervingly. He held the flowers and walked all the way, thinking about how to make her forgive him when he went back. Unknowingly, he came to the intersection where the two met for the first time. Looking into the alley, Song Jun's eyes reappeared in Meng Ziyu's eyes that day.
When the criminal was pressed to the ground, her graceful and neat movements and the shadowy shadow of the trees made her look divinely beautiful.
When he was reminiscing about the past, his body was violently hit and the flowers in his hands fell off. When he thought it was some reckless young man who was not looking at the road, he heard someone shouting about robbery. Song Jun subconsciously chased after him with the flowers.
In the past, the man looked back and saw a
People in police uniforms were chasing him, running into the crowd in a panic. In order to avoid hurting innocent people, Song Jun shouted loudly from behind to let the crowd disperse. Some people who didn't know what happened were still standing there blankly, filled with hatred.
Song Jun wanted to fly up and give him a kick.
The two of them were running like this, chasing each other. Song Jun did not use all his strength, just to exhaust the criminal's physical strength and then seize the opportunity to capture him in one fell swoop. There were fewer and fewer cars on the road, and the one running in front was
Finally, the criminal couldn't run anymore and threw the bag he grabbed to the other side.
He walked into the driveway in an attempt to get away from the policeman behind him. Unexpectedly, his plan failed. Song Jun sped up to catch up and knocked the man down in two or two steps. The criminal struggled out and stumbled forward, but stopped when he saw the oncoming police car.
, turned back to Song Jun with a fierce look in his eyes.
Song Jun stepped forward and took out the handcuffs to handcuff the criminal. He saw the man took two steps forward and was almost face to face with him. In the flash of lightning, Song Jun's pupils dilated and the blood on his face quickly faded.
, the body shook from time to time, and he could only hold the criminal's hand.
He never let go. When the criminal was pulled away by other policemen, Song Jun fell straight on his back, with blood pouring out from the wound in his abdomen. He clearly felt that life was passing by, and the noisy sounds gradually became smaller.
The sky is getting darker little by little.
What a pity. His flowers and cards haven't been sent out yet, and he hasn't heard her say that she's not angry with him. The most important thing is that he can no longer put the ring he had prepared on her left index finger.