Human ladder

"Nonsense! Knowing that there is a camera, why did you run over to make a fool of yourself?"

Lu Congqi took the camera out of the evidence bag and looked around, listening to Sun Ziang training himself while doing Tai Chi with the furious Lu Qicong: "Newcomers are ignorant, newcomers are ignorant..."

Lu Qicong poured himself a sip of strong tea, and said sourly, "Yo, old grandson, I asked you to take Lu Congqi with you. You, the master, are you really showing up in front of me?"

Only then did Sun Ziang realize that he was stunned for a while before he laughed and cursed: "Fuck you, isn't it because you are afraid that you won't have the heart to scold your son?"

As he said that, he poked Lu Congqi, who was sitting beside him in a daze with his earphones on: "Hurry up and go to the criminal investigation to see if the blood test results are out."

Lu Congqi responded and was about to get up, but Lu Qicong pressed his shoulder and reprimanded him: "What are you going to do? The anti-drug detachment is only assisting this time, and all relevant report materials have been handed over..."

Just at this time, someone pushed the door open and said bluntly: "I'm afraid, this time you will have to stay out of it."

It's Zhao Feng.

Lu Qicong has always been at odds with Zhao Feng, and now it is a troubled time, and everyone is an eyesore, so Lu Qicong frowned when he saw Zhao Feng, and said angrily: "This is your house? The identity of the deceased is confirmed." Is it? Did the autopsy come out? What do you want from me?"

Zhao Feng didn't budge, stood at the door of the office with his chest folded, shook the stack of materials on Lu Qi Cong's hand, and asked, "Old Lu, it's getting hot, and you're getting irritable too."

Lu Qicong opened his mouth to reply, but was interrupted by Zhao Feng: "Where's your informant? Have you contacted me?"

All the busy people in the office stopped what they were holding when they heard this, and couldn't help but wonder when they saw the situation where the two men were at war.

Lu Qicong's eyes could not help but become dangerous, he squinted and asked, "What do you mean?"

Zhao Feng frowned disapprovingly: "It was originally a co-operation between insiders and outsiders. As a result, there was an extra corpse in the empty building. Didn't your informant tell you anything?"

Everyone suddenly realized, and waited for Lu Qicong's explanation here.

Although everyone has their own informant, it is inconvenient to disclose, but this operation should have been a cooperation between the inside and the outside, and they broke in after the informant confirmed that it was safe.

However, the layout of the scene was very clean, and there were no traces of gathering people to take drugs.

More than just people going to Loukong to talk about it, as if deliberately leading them there.

While everyone was looking at Lu Qicong waiting for a reply, Zhao Feng only focused on Lu Congqi.

Lu Congqi was sitting quietly on the office chair at the moment, turning the stool, neither talking nor looking up.

During this period, he never took off the headphones on his ears, and he didn't know if he heard the conversation between them.

However, it was this man who first discovered the camera.

It was also the first time he abandoned the principle of protecting the scene, stepped into the scene that was useless to them later, walked up to the dead, and asked: "Who are you looking at?"

From beginning to end, killing was not their purpose at all, it was just a way they presented to the police.

Lu Congqi raised his head to meet Zhao Feng's gaze if he felt something. He took off his earphones in doubt, walked up to Zhao Feng and asked him, "Captain Zhao, is the autopsy report out yet?"

Zhao Feng looked at Lu Congqi with some reservations, and nodded cautiously.

Someone yelled: "I've been drilled in the head, who can still live with a hole in the head?"

Lu Congqi smiled brightly, and said gently: "I guess not? Unless the drilling technique is not in place, people can't die." Lu Congqi changed the subject: "Otherwise, Team Zhao wouldn't have made a special trip to the anti-drug team. Bar?"

Zhao Feng smiled indifferently, and said to Lu Qi Cong, "Team Lu raised a good son."

He sent the autopsy report, and then said: "The blood at the scene is indeed not human blood, but artificial plasma. The cause of death is that the carotid artery was directly injected with drugs, and the drugs directly entered the brain to die-in layman's terms, the skylight was opened directly. "

He waited for everyone to open the report and read it, his tone sank: "Drugs are the latest 'holy meat', this is the third time."

Some people haven't realized it yet, but during this period, Lu Qicong and Lu Congqi understood it better than anyone else.

Zhao Feng's next words seemed to be specifically addressed to Lu Qicong and his son: "The Diao Qianwei who was killed by Wen Yan also overdosed on drugs, and he was also a 'holy meat', but since Wen Yan's death, the drug has been used for less than a year. covering the entire market."

Seeing that Lu Qicong did not speak, he became anxious: "Old Lu, I know you have been tracking this, and you have to determine the source of the drug."

Lu Qicong's complexion was very bad, and he said in an unhappy tone: "There's no way to check, this stuff is just like the old ones, except for the difference in purity, everyone is vying to sell it."

Lu Qicong quickly avoided Lu Congqi's gaze, and hurriedly changed the subject, "Where's the camera?"

As soon as this was mentioned, Zhao Feng's complexion became even worse, and he cursed in a low voice: "Who the hell knows? This kind of networked pinhole camera is controlled remotely, and the fucking thing is to put it in the brain of the dead. What are you going to do?"

Lu Congqi said, "Look at us from the perspective of a dead person."

Zhao Feng frowned as if he couldn't understand human words, "What did you say?"

Lu Congqi raised his head, looked straight at Zhao Feng, and said word by word: "Although I am dead, I am watching you, and I am watching you everywhere."

Some people's hairs were already rising and falling, but Lu Congqi looked at Zhao Feng seriously, not joking, but convincingly as if he was the one to do that.

Rao Lu Qicong frowned in displeasure.

But this line of thinking made it impossible for those present to refute.

What if no one finds that camera?

The murderer killed someone, and from the perspective of the deceased, he watched the person he killed being carried into the body bag and sent to the autopsy room, watching the scalpel dissect the body until the camera was taken out by the forensic doctor.

Or, what does he want to see through the perspective of the dead?

Lu Congqi no matter how timid his two words made others feel, his own mind could not stop shaking.

The whole person was so excited that he almost felt hot and hot.

It was the first time that he felt the fact that he was alive so intuitively, his fingertips were trembling slightly with numbness.

is it him?

——Although he is dead, he is still staring at this place...

Lu Congqi saw that the bleeding was not real human blood, and later he found out that the camera was thinking about this problem. He was not sharper than anyone else, but from that moment on, Lu Congqi had already substituted himself into that person. body.

Almost two in one.

But the more I think about it, the more afraid I am, afraid that I am lovesick and crazy, afraid that I will link the murder case with that person, which will be unfair and unprofessional.

Lu Congqi stabilized his mood, at least his face was still calm, and then he smiled like a glacier: "Of course, it is just to provide an idea from the perspective of the murderer. The most important thing at present is to determine the identity of the deceased and the source of the drugs. Bar?"

After saying this, Lu Congqi followed Sun Ziang obediently, pretending that he was stuck there like a stick, and let Sun Ziang wink at him.

Sun Ziang watched the bosses begin to divide their work and said to Lu Congqi in a low voice: "You are too showy, you are a newcomer, don't think that you can stay here because you are handsome and tell you."

Lu Congqi didn't take it seriously, and even grinned at his grandson Ang, his big white teeth almost blinding grandson Ang.

With a big wave of his hand, Lu Qicong also felt that he was going to be busy next time, and he didn't have time to play football with Zhao Feng: "Then, we have already told you our initial plan. You can summon the informant as required, but let me tell you in a low-key manner. I can use him later."

"Gao Feng went to the owner of the club to adjust the monitoring, and directly summoned him by torture. We have been watching for so long, and still don't believe that we can't catch his fox tail? Just close the business and go search." Lu Qicong turned to Zhao Feng and said : "If you use my people, take them away yourself, so you are satisfied?"

Zhao Feng clapped his hands and smiled: "The road team is refreshing."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and shifted his gaze to Lu Congqi, his shrewd eyes were about to shine, and said, "I don't mind if I borrow you newcomers to run errands?"

Lu Qicong moved his upper and lower lips, which could be seen as a curse, but in the end he still endured it, and told him to leave immediately because of his annoyance.

As soon as Lu Congqi followed Zhao Feng, he heard Lu Qicong's upset growl on his back.

"What are you laughing at? You don't agree with the old way here, and you are so happy to be scolded under his hands?"

Lu Congqi suppressed the smile on his face, straightened his expression and said, "It's okay."

In fact, he and Zhao Feng didn't have a deep relationship. They used to call him Uncle Zhao when they met, but now they call him Dui Zhao in a proper manner.

Zhao Feng looked at Lu Congqi twice more, and asked him to say a few more words: "What do you think of this case?"

Lu Congqi said implicitly: "I'm new here, I don't have enough evidence, so I dare not draw conclusions."

Zhao Feng interrupted impatiently: "Aren't you drawing too many conclusions? Don't talk nonsense."

"The DNA of the deceased is not comparable in the database, is it?"

Zhao Feng said with a headache: "The database is not omnipotent, but such a person will not appear out of thin air, and die there for no reason as a prop for others, right?"

The warm wind passed through the ear, and the alfalfa in the two large flower beds in the city bureau was blooming with bright pink flowers. Zhao Feng grabbed one and chewed it in his mouth. While suffering from sore teeth, he said, "So you said It's not unreasonable, the murderer arranged these for us to see, according to what you said, what was his last camera looking at?"

Zhao Feng spat out the grass in his mouth and looked at Lu Congqi.

Lu Congqi shook his head honestly: "I don't know."

Zhao Feng snorted, and when he saw Lu Congqi was fully dressed in a police uniform, he was tall and standing there, as if he was filming a promotional video for the Municipal Bureau.

Generally, trainee police officers are required to wear police uniforms and sirens. Zhao Feng immediately waved his hands in embarrassment: "Go change your clothes and go out with me for an interview."

Lu Congqi turned around obediently and was about to run to the locker room, but Zhao Feng called him behind him, and he turned around blankly, with a puzzled look on his face.

Zhao Feng twisted the grass in his hand, looked up at the police badge on the building in front of him, and said in a casual tone: "The people who just came here are full of enthusiasm, have sworn oaths, saluted, and formally put on police uniforms. .”

"It's easy to take off, but some people can only be anonymous until they die, so it's not easy to wear a police uniform, don't you think?"

Lu Congqi followed his gaze and looked up, his head hurting from the sunlight breaking through the clouds.

The metal is exposed to the sun and diffuses the skylight.

Majestic, bitter.

Lu Congqi: "Yes, I understand."

Zhao Feng just stood there watching Lu Congqi run away, and looked up at the building not far away if he felt something.

In the direction of the second floor, one of the windows is half open.

The blackout curtains were heavy, but Zhao Feng saw a wrinkle in the corner of the curtains with a good eye.

Like the tail of someone peeking hastily behind the curtain, inadvertently exposed.