Criminal Investigation Files

Terminally ill, that is a word tinged with despair.

Man is an intelligent individual who fears death and desires to live.

People who know that they have a terminal illness will feel confused and painful.Then some people will be depressed, while others will cheer up and look for all possibilities—all possibilities to survive.

Although they are all terminally ill, their fates are different. Some people die soon, while others can live for several years, even more than ten years. Medicines, surgery, as long as there is hope, they are all willing to try .

They are lonely, lonely, afraid, and hope to meet more people like them, encourage each other, hug each other for warmth, even if the hope is slim, they must take care of each other and live on.

Under such circumstances, the patient group came into being.

The establishment and existence of this group is of great significance to these patients, and this place has become an important gathering place for them to exchange information.It has also become their spiritual comfort, even a pillar.

The patient group that Chen Yanqiu belongs to is created spontaneously by the patients. In the group, some people often complain about some strange things they encounter, and some people also talk about the purchase channels of drugs or the results of their use. Compared with the general group, this group is more Active, every day people keep posting all kinds of news.

There is also a kind of news, the news of death. Every time a paragraph passes, an avatar in the group will go dark and will never light up again.They will sympathize with each other and light candles for the dead.

It seems that since they were sentenced by the hospital, they are different from ordinary people. It is the existence of such a group that allows them to fill their lives without knowing where to go.

Not long after Song Wen sneaked in, what Song Wen didn't expect was that the group they were in called themselves the third group among the patients, and there were more than 200 people in the whole group. It can be seen that there are not a few people in Nancheng who are sick.

There are still more than a hundred people online in this group at night, and after two o'clock, there are still many people swiping the screen to talk, and the chats are heated.

When I first came into contact with this case, it was full of doubts, and Song Wen felt that he was far away from Chen Yanqiu, and could not understand his life and feelings at all. Now that he entered the chat group he used to be in, Song Wen felt that he was suddenly brought closer. and the distance between those patients.

These people turned out to be ordinary people, chatting about the movie they watched today and the clothes they were going to buy tomorrow.But they are different, every sentence seems to reveal despair, but also reveals the desire for life.

Suddenly someone said: "I don't know if there is a chance to finish watching this drama." The atmosphere in the group became low, but soon, everyone became enthusiastic again.

"I heard that India is developing a new targeted drug."

"The Nancheng Affiliated Hospital seems to be adding a few more wards to this department recently."

"Oh, I like their nurse surnamed Li, she is good-looking and gentle, and every needle is accurate."

After Lu Siyu woke up, he leaned next to Song Wen, eating dinner while watching the chats in the group. In all fairness, Song Wen's porridge was pretty good.From his taste, the dishes are average and there is still room for improvement.

It was already two o'clock in the middle of the night, but the patients had no intention of going to sleep at all. They seemed to be grabbing the last time of their lives and having a carnival.

Then, the topic entered "part-time job".

A person named Zhuozhuo with the label of an administrator jumped out and asked, "Anyone want to work? Private chat with those who want to accept jobs!"

"Hey, Zhuo Zhuo, are you here to solicit business again?"

"Are you forcing us to sell it?"

"Stop talking nonsense, you don't want someone who does, I'm short of money!" Zhuo Zhuo typed again, "Before this Friday, I urgently need someone, male gender, money can be negotiated, and someone who is destined to come." After 2 minutes, Zhuo Zhuo retracted this message again.

Song Wen frowned, "Why did this group send out the part-time job message at two o'clock in the morning? And...the post was posted, why did you withdraw it? Is this purpose so that other patients can't see their conversation when they wake up in the morning?" He paused After a moment, "Also...after this post, why did the group suddenly become cold? It's not because many people stay up late at night, just waiting for this information, right?"

"Go and ask." Lu Siyu said.

Song Wen used Zhang Rui's account, and his online name was Ruixue Zhaofengnian.He typed a few words, "What kind of job are you doing this time?" After thinking about it, he deleted it and changed it to "I'm interested." Then Song Wen and Lu Siyu looked at each other, and Lu Siyu nodded to him .

Song Wen sent those four words.

After a while, Zhuo Zhuo's head shook: "?"

Song Wen didn't know how to answer for a moment, whether his password was right or wrong, or there was something wrong.But he saw him back again, "You are not Zhang Rui."

Song Wen sent the past three words: "I am."

The other party was silent for a moment: "Zhang Rui is dead, who are you?"

In an instant, Lu Siyu and Song Wen who were in front of the mobile phone became refreshed. Does anyone know that Zhang Rui is dead?So, does this person know anything?Could he have any connection to the case?

Song Wen was thinking about what to say, but Lu Siyu snatched the phone with a spoon in his mouth, pressed a few words, and another interrogative sentence: "You don't believe me?" Since you want to pretend to be Zhang Rui, you might as well pretend for a while, Explore each other's reality.

Song Wen saw that he took the seat, got up to wash his hands, sat at the dining table and began to eat, he ate some before, this would be a supper, then he lowered his head and began to peel the boiled shrimp that he made at night.

The other party was silent for a moment, and then typed out a line, "We check in every week in our group to prove that we are alive. Zhang Rui has not checked in for six consecutive months, and he has not answered his phone calls. He is dead. Are you who?"

It turned out that the other party judged that Zhang Rui was dead from this.Lu Siyu blinked his eyes lightly, and typed a line: "I am his friend, where did Chen Yanqiu go? Do you know?"

The other party's profile picture dimmed for a moment, and just when Song Wen thought he might not be able to speak, the other party sent a message.

"He hasn't shown up for a long time, I don't know."

"What did he do when he went to work before?"

The first thing they need to figure out is what this so-called part-time job is.Looking at it now, it is very possible that this so-called part-time job is related to Chen Yanqiu's strange behavior later, and it is also possible that it has something to do with his death.

The other party did not reply for a long time.

Song Wen lost his patience, he gave up and said: "The other party seems to be offline, tomorrow we will check the identity of this person, at worst call the police station to ask." After speaking, he stuffed a Peeled shrimp.

Lu Siyu bit the shrimp in his mouth and directly typed: "Let's make a price."

Zhuo Zhuo, who hadn't spoken for a long time, suddenly came to life, his profile picture changed from black and white to color, beating extremely lively: "1 yuan."

Lu Siyu input: "Interview."

"cash."

"Deal after the fact."

"Okay, I will set the time and place. I will send it to you later."

The two quickly reached an agreement, and Song Wen was taken aback by the transaction method: "Are you going to exchange money for news?"

"What? Can't you?" Lu Siyu glanced at him and said, "Anyway, the other party is a patient, so it's considered charity."

"Two months' salary for you, you are really generous." Song Wendao, "Besides, you are not afraid that the other party is a liar and doesn't know anything?"

"No, he should know something. Besides, he wants money. The money is in my hands. I have the final say on whether the news is worth it. As a policeman, are you still afraid of being scammed?" Lu Siyu said. Click on the profiles one by one to check the names of those people, "Being in this group, recruiting people to work, and even selling medicine are all for a single word of money."

After getting sick, only money can prolong their lives.

Lu Siyu said again: "Besides, Lao Jia was right before. I guess this part-time job is not a proper way."

Song Wen frowned, it's not that he didn't guess this possibility, if those patients were taken advantage of, it would be a terrible thing: "Many of those patients are dying, and they are short of money, then they... can do anything " While talking, Song Wen stuffed another shrimp to Lu Siyu, and he felt a kind of joy in feeding it.

Those people are people who are about to die. They don't have the physical strength of ordinary people, but they have a unwilling heart. They are about to die, their lives are no longer worthwhile, and their money and desires are infinitely magnified. Such people, their lives are no longer The bottom line is, as long as there is enough money, it is possible for them to do anything.

"After the shrimp is cooked, put it in ice water to make it more tender..." Lu Siyu said unhurriedly stirring the porridge in front of him with a spoon: "Human beings are always like this. In a slave society, people are the commodity. One, even in modern times, there are people who are selling children and women. Even people who are about to die can be used, but these people are still a minority, and such cases like the ones we encountered should be rare."

Good and evil, poor and rich, life and death, there is an insurmountable gap.Under terminal illness, this gap is magnified, life is about to pass away, and self does not exist anymore. They can sell their dignity, even kill people, take the blame, and take poison...

As soon as Song Wen's cell phone rang, a message came from the other side: "KFC in front of People's Park, twelve o'clock at noon, I'm wearing a red dress."

Song Wen was stunned after reading this sentence: "It's actually a woman..."

Lu Siyu returned the phone to him: "When it comes to getting sick, men and women are equal, and it's not just men who get it."

The next morning, Song Wen received a message as soon as he woke up. Everything was consistent with their reasoning. The mummy indeed belonged to Chen Yanqiu, and the people in the bureau also began to check the previous questions to confirm whether the cremated deceased was Zhang Rui. .

Song Wen didn't go to the police station, and took Lu Siyu directly to the People's Park in Nancheng City. When they arrived, it was a few minutes before twelve o'clock. It was lunch time, and KFC was always overcrowded.

When Song Wen walked to the door, he took a look. This KFC had glass curtain walls on three sides, with a wide view, and there were Starbucks and Haagen-Dazs next to it. There were people coming and going, no wonder the other party chose such a place.

From a long distance, they saw a girl in a red dress nibbling chicken wings. The red dress was as red as fire, which was very eye-catching in KFC. The girl was good-looking and had a side ponytail. , hanging by his face, with a pair of almond-shaped eyes, seeing the two of them sitting opposite each other, he raised his eyes and glanced at them: "It's what you want to ask about Chen Yanqiu and Zhang Rui? Did you bring the money?"

Lu Siyu took out a paper bag, showed her the money, and put it back.

Song Wendao: "It won't hurt you afterwards, but the premise is that you have to know about them."

The girl looked at them again, her eyes rolled around, and she wiped her oily hands with a paper towel, "You two, at this age, at this attitude, at this, are so handsome...you can't...are you the police?"

Song Wendao: "This has nothing to do with the transaction, right? Anyway, we are not bad people."

The girl pursed her lips, "...I have to make sure...in case..."

Before she finished speaking, Song Wen suddenly stretched out a finger and brushed the girl's hair. The girl didn't expect this, so she let out an ah and dodged back.

But her speed was not as fast as Song Wen's. With a flick of his finger, a bluetooth headset fell out of the girl's hair, and landed on the dinner plate in front of her with a clang.Her cry was not loud, drowned in the noise of the restaurant.

"It's just asking for some news, it's going to be like Infernal Affairs." Song Wen pointed to the Starbucks beside him, "Call Zhuozhuo here, since they're all here."

The girl blushed, glared at the two of them, grabbed the earphones and ran away.

Lu Siyu just sat by the side with a cold face and didn't say a word. After the girl left, he turned to look at Song Wen: "How did you see that?"

Song Wen pointed to a pile of chicken bones in front of him: "She has such a good appetite after being terminally ill? And she turns her head to one side from time to time, just listening to what the other party is saying. Then..." He pointed to Starbucks, " Someone is watching us from over there."

Sure enough, after a while, a woman wearing a hat came from the direction of Starbucks and sat opposite the two of them.

"Zhuo Zhuo?" Song Wen asked again.

"I am, tell me, what do you want to know." The woman's voice was slightly hoarse. She looked like she was in her early 20s. When she raised her head, her eyes were dark and calm. They were eyes that were used to seeing life and death.