Live From The Murder Scene

The firmament's ability to praise people is just like her name, occasionally sunny, occasionally thunderstorm, it is impossible to think about.

He Jueyun privately believes that the four words "nice work" have been widely used by netizens and have been given a subtle meaning, and they are not suitable to be used as comfort words.

He embraced the sky and took her away from Tian Rui so as not to stimulate the nervously fragile girl again.

The scene has basically been searched, and He Chuanzhou can lead the team to finish work, but in this situation, she dare not leave Tian Rui alone at home.

There are not many female police officers under her, most of them are rough men, and Tian Rui is a girl, which is not suitable. In the middle of the night, she couldn't find a suitable candidate, and she might have to stay by herself tonight.

He Chuanzhou cast a look at He Jueyun and told them to go back and rest first. He Jueyun saw that the night was getting late, and he took the firmament to leave, and finally said: "There is a need to contact in time."

He Chuanzhou walked over and whispered at the door: "Find a reliable counselor and come here early tomorrow."

He Jueyun agreed: "Okay. I will have someone contact her at seven tomorrow morning and come over to take over for you."

He said, looking at Tian Rui who hadn't calmed down behind him, He Chuanzhou noticed his gaze and smiled: "The flowers of the motherland still need to be cared for. Good night."

He Chuanzhou closed the door, raised his hand and wiped his face vigorously, and then let out a suffocating breath.

She opened her eyes, looked at the people in the room still waiting for instructions, waved her hand, asked them to clean up the scene, and led Tian Rui to her own room.

He Chuanzhou felt that it would be a long time until 7 o'clock tomorrow morning. She couldn't wait to fly back to the bureau to start work, and thought she could spin for another 48 hours. Every time there is a major breakthrough in the case, she will get this kind of reborn incentive.

However, her staff did not think so.

After the excitement and high pressure, there is a strong abdominal void.

When He Chuanzhou came out of the house, several police officers were sitting in a row, with pity and exhaustion written on their faces, and carefully asked: "Team He, can we eat a bowl of instant noodles first?"

Seeing this scene, He Chuanzhou laughed and said: "Eat. Remember to scatter after eating."

"Yay!"

Several people cheered a little, took out their own instant noodles and sausages, and began to eat this late supper.

A young police officer put a box of soaked cup noodles in front of her, and said diligently: "Team He, yours."

He Chuanzhou lifted the lid and stirred the noodles, and said casually: "After eating the noodles, I wrote the report when I went back."

Everyone's expressions froze, and they raised their heads and howled in hauntingly: "No way?!"

He Chuanzhou said displeased: "What's the matter? Is the evidence matched? Has the suspect been found? You have begun to relax without even confirming the target?"

Everyone whispered and complained: "The main reason is that it's almost 1 o'clock...Everyone is tired."

He Chuanzhou then took out his mobile phone and glanced at it afterwards, and found that the time was indeed inappropriate. It's really not good to do their criminal investigations. Nothing is worth your life, especially the grassroots personnel. He Chuanzhou slowed down and approved: "Go back and take a good rest after eating. You will report on time tomorrow. I will give you a holiday after these two days."

Human happiness is so simple. A group of young people suddenly raised their eyebrows and rustled up after eating the instant noodles. The Ma Liu Jiang cleaned up the scene and returned with the collected evidence.

He Chuanzhou urged: "Be careful when driving."

"Know it!"

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From going out to getting in the car, the sky was very calm, and she felt that her mood was also very peaceful, and there were no waves due to this tiny discovery. However, she was inexplicably covered in heat, and even the cool breeze in the late autumn night could not be suppressed.

As soon as Qiu Cang put down the car window, He Jueyun shut him back. She waited, not giving up, opened a small slit again, and blew at her smart little head.

"Don't be fooling around." He Jueyun raised the window again and criticized, "It was raining today. What kind of wind are you blowing on such a cold day?"

Firmament: "..." All oppressed.

She drove home peacefully, and it was half past midnight when she arrived successfully.

The two of them did not eat anymore since they had a long lunch. Standing at the door of the quiet room at this time, the three major choices in life bothered them.

He Jueyun tangled for a while, first touched his room to take a bath, Qiu Cang took off his coat and walked into the kitchen.

When He Jueyun went into the bathroom, his mind was a bit hazy, and he found out that he hadn't brought his pajamas after washing. Anyway, it was his own bedroom outside. He didn't care much, so he wiped his hair with a towel and walked out directly.

The door of the toilet was pushed open, the hot air gushing out while being caught in the cool breeze outside, He Jueyun moved his nose and smelled the suspected red oil scent in the air.

He Jueyun didn't turn his dazed mind, opened the door and walked out.

His eyes widened immediately, and He Jueyun finally saw the firmament sitting in front of his window sill eating supper. The latter turned his head when he heard the sound, and looked at her.

The air was silent.

He Jueyun's brain fell into a complete blank, until the firmament swept him up and down with a teasing attitude, and gestured at him, that he recovered from the astonishment.

He Jueyun took one step or two, backed up quickly, and slammed the door with a "bang".

The firmament was shocked. Behind the door came He Jueyun's angry roar: "You come in, you don't knock on the door! Are you a gangster, are you?!"

He Jueyun flipped through the boxes and cabinets for a while, and successfully pulled out a brand-new bathrobe from the storage compartment in the corner. He shook his clothes and prepared to put them on, then went to the mirror to take a photo first.

The person in the mirror has a handsome face and a sturdy figure, with broad shoulders to narrow waist, almost no trace of fat.

Yes, it is absolutely far beyond the standard for being rogue. The firmament is a crime.

He Jueyun touched his chin and put on the bathrobe.

He opened the door aggressively and found that the firmament was still eating noodles calmly, as if nothing had happened.

He Jueyun walked over, put one hand on the window sill, lowered his head and said, "Do you think it's over?"

The firmament turned his head, thought about it, and whistled at him.

He Jueyun was so angry that he held her ears.

The firmament said! She said! Just let the embarrassing thing pass, why do you have to bring it up?

This kind of reversal of old accounts is uneasy and kind.

Tiancang said innocently: "I called, but you didn't hear it. I came in with a plate in my hand."

He Jueyun said, "That's because you have a bad voice!"

The firmament nodded in agreement. Nothing wrong, objective facts.

He Jueyun changed his thoughts, felt wrong, and asked, "You just don't have any...what ideas?"

The firmament stared at him and examined him deeply, and felt that Brother Q was not pure, and he was not at ease, so he wanted to climb the pole.

Qiu Cang said: "Don't worry, everyone is an adult, and I am also a responsible person."

A slight surprise flashed in He Jueyun's eyes, and then she encouraged her to continue speaking.

The firmament knows it well, saying that he doesn't need to worry: "I will look at it from an academic point of view like a mature person, simply treating the human body as a mass of flesh."

He Jueyun's expression changed colorfully, it was so exciting. He suffocated a sentence: "You go out! Why do my eight-pack abs is just a piece of meat in your eyes?"

The firmament hesitated and said, "The eight pieces of meat?"

He Jueyun jumped with anger: "Why don't you come together?!"

The firmament said slowly: "There is no need to curse."

He Jueyun said gloomily: "Give you another chance, you say it again."

For the first time, the firmament has encountered an emotional intelligence problem with a few pieces of meat in the human body.

"Muscles." Seeing that the firmament could not hide, he felt hard to swallow, "Eight muscles."

"Yes, there are no eight muscles academically." He Jueyun said, "A certain adult said he was responsible, and it was not forced by me, right?"

The firmament struggled and said, "It's all this age..."

"So many people in modern society are irresponsible. Our family can grow to this day by tradition." He Jueyun interrupted her and said to death, "My dad and my mom's love is also very traditional. Our whole family They are all very traditional!"

The firmament felt melancholy. Sure enough, there are no purebred honest people in this world, and there is no lower limit for being shameless.

He Jueyun glanced at her face and suddenly began to hypocritically care: "There is no meat? There are many cans in the refrigerator in the small warehouse. There are all kinds of canned seafood and canned beef."

The sky shook his head: "I don't want it." I can't afford it. scared.

"Really not?"

The firmament became embarrassed again: "...say it?"

Seeing her drooping head, He Jueyun felt helpless but also amused. He didn't continue to ridicule with her, and suddenly said: "Okay, don't forget. Then you don't eat here, take your bowl out. . It also made my room smell like oil."

Indifference.

The firmament stirred him up, and forgot what he wanted to say when he came to see him. Standing up with the noodle bowl in both hands, he turned to the door.

"There is still a bowl of noodles."

"My." He Jueyun glared at her, "Don't think about it."

Firmament: "..." How could there be such an unreasonable person?

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The firmament was frightened by He Jueyun, and she was dreaming of strange things all night, and the frequent appearance of beautiful men in baths made her sluggish.

He Chuanzhou dreamed of chasing the police and bandits all night, and woke up with a radiant face the next morning.

He Jueyun's psychological counselor came early, He Chuanzhou exchanged numbers with her, put on last night's jacket and left quickly.

She called Bureau Li to report the situation, and Bureau Li calmly responded and asked her to do things more safely and not to be impatient. The more critical the moment, the less impulsive. If the suspect can be identified and there is evidence to conduct an open investigation, then additional staff will be assigned to her.

He Chuanzhou was assured, and his mood became more agitated. After returning to the office, someone made a copy of the note last night, and then contacted a professor in the city who was familiar with pen writing, and brought the documents to visit.

The professor received a call from the police early in the morning, and he came to the school early to wait for something important. But I heard that there was only a piece of cardboard with short poems in the evidence, and I didn't have much in my heart.

He was afraid that He Chuanzhou had too much hope, so he gave her a shot after meeting.

"This may not be obvious. There are still many people who learn fountain pens. If the other party learns several commonly used writing methods and writes so-so, I don't necessarily know it. If you want to check, you may be looking for a needle in a haystack.

He Chuanzhou is also a little nervous, but she believes that with the arrogance of the people behind the scenes, he will not show his goal of learning so-so. Now that he has written it, it must be a good idea.

He Chuanzhou took out the copy from the bag, handed it over with both hands, and said, "Let's take a look."

The professor put on his glasses and placed the paper in front of him for a closer look. Because he was serious, the muscles around his eyes were tightly wrinkled, and the folds of the word "Chuan" were piled up above his brows.

"It's really familiar. This person should have been practicing his handwriting for a long time, and there are not many people with this level." The professor was pleased with this recognition, he held his glasses and said, "You wait a moment. I can’t remember."

He Chuanzhou sat down opposite him: "You are free."

The professor got up and went to the back cabinet to search for a while, and then pulled out two heavy books from underneath.

All the photos in the album are records of various pictures. There are brushes, pens, and different ink paintings. This is his personal habit. As long as he sees the works he likes, he has to record them with the camera, and occasionally flip through them to promote his own inspiration.

He couldn't remember exactly which part he was looking for, so he could only search from the beginning. He Chuanzhou waited for him quietly.

As time passed by, He Chuanzhou felt a cold sweat on his forehead.

They have been investigating this case for a long time, but because there is no evidence, they have only conducted it in secret. In order to verify this untenable speculation, they almost checked the family background of Fan Huai, Ding Xihua and others, even including all the people they could come into contact with.

However, the result is nothing more than searching for flowers in the mist. After repeated failures, even He Chuanzhou had doubts about herself. Is this all her imagination?

This is the first time they have chased the target so close.

If Tian Rui hadn't left a piece of paper on a whim, they might still be spinning aimlessly.

Facing this only breakthrough, He Chuanzhou said that it is impossible not to be nervous.

Finally, the people who were immersed in the research on the other side had a movement.

He Chuanzhou quickly stood up and walked behind him.

The professor pressed the paper with one hand, and gestured with the other: "Look, is it very similar? The word'le', and the word'lane'. They are written in a special way and obviously have personal habits. Most people are If you scroll outward or tick it back, it is tick up. The habits of these two characters are the same as those in this photo, and the other characters are the same."

He Chuanzhou is not a professional, but from her layman's point of view, she feels that the handwriting in the two photos is almost the same.

"I need more content to appraise." The professor took off his glasses and rubbed his forehead and said, "The style of writing may be different in different periods. It is best to show me notes from the same time period. "

He Chuanzhou pointed at the picture and asked, "Who owns this copybook?"

The professor said: "Oh, a professor of social psychology at D University. We also attended an academic lecture together some time ago."

He picked up the phone, swiped it several times, found a picture, zoomed in and passed it.

"Look, it's him. Li Lingsong, Professor Li. He is also a leader in the industry, you should know him."

He Chuanzhou saw the person in the photo clearly and confirmed that he was not the same name, and his fingers shook involuntarily.

Of course she knew him, and she had seen this person on the file several times.

"Oh, right."

The professor gestured, took back his mobile phone, clicked on the search software, and entered it against the modern poem on the copy.

A row of red in the search results indicates overlapping content, proving that it once appeared on the Internet.

This modern poem is selected from a certain collection of poems, and the author of this poem is labeled Li Lingsong.

"Let me just say it." The professor wanted to understand, feeling relieved all over, he smiled, "I feel familiar, as if I have read it somewhere. This collection of poems is published by our association, and everyone has written a few poems. There are also two of my songs in the back. Oh, I'm embarrassed to think about it."

He Chuanzhou: "When did it come out?"

"It's been a long time ago." The professor smiled and closed the page. "At that time, I still had the energy to work on these things. I came up with this book as a memorial. It must be more than ten years old. What's wrong?"

"Nothing." He Chuanzhou took the things back and took a photo at the photo album on the table by the way. He kept calm on his face and said, "Thank you for your help. I have something to do, so I won't bother."

"Great."