monologue

In this lonely evening, covered with fog and rain, I feel its sigh in the loneliness of my heart. - Tagore.

Wen Ti put down the collection of poems in her hands, stood in front of the glass wall of the office on the top floor and looked at the city, the sun gradually sank to the horizon, the afterglow covered the interlaced buildings, and the dusk revealed its beauty, Wen Ti held her hands in a circle , to block one eye, and have a panoramic view of the scenery in the circle.

A faint knock on the door broke the rare silence. After Wen Ti lowered her hand, the office door was pushed open.

"Mr. Wen, the chairman is looking for you." The young assistant in a neat suit stood at the door and called.

Wen Ti picked up the document on the desk and handed it to the assistant, then closed the office door and said, "Tell him I'm off work, and I'm not the one who signed the contract."

The young assistant looked distressed, and Wen Ti had already entered the elevator when he came back to his senses.

At the same time, another place is completely different from the tranquil scenery here.

After a tiring day, Liu Zhen got off the bus, carrying fresh ingredients from the vegetable market in her hand, planning to make some dishes on the way home, and met a few acquaintances after entering the community, She greeted them, and everything was the same as usual.

Liu Zhen entered the unit building and took out the key from her handbag, but when she walked to the door of the house, she found that the door was half closed. She thought it was because the family had forgotten to close the door, so she was a little angry and nagged at the people in the house at the door After a few words, but no one in the room responded to her, Liu Zhen suddenly became alert.

There was a strong fishy smell in the room, she didn't even have time to put down the food, walked through the living room and walked carefully to the side sleeper, the door of the bedroom was ajar, the words of reproach that Liu Zhen was brewing in her heart felt terrible when she saw the bedroom. The screen turned into a sharp and ear-piercing scream.

Her screams alarmed the residents who also lived on the first floor. After hearing the screams, an old lady opened the door and saw Liu Zhen with disheveled hair screaming and ran out of the house.

Fifteen minutes later, two police cars stopped at the downstairs of a unit in the Nanjiao community.

The forensic doctor Han Yang got off the police car first, and hurried into the room with a few people. The intern Tang Zhe was standing at the door of the unit building with a messenger bag on his back, looking around. Not long after, another car parked near the two police cars.

Tang Zhe pulled back his satchel, stood at the stairs and waited for the man to come over, "Captain Chu, Fayi Han has already entered."

"Who reported the case?"

"There was a resident named Liu Zhen in the community, and the deceased was her husband."

Chu Xingmu walked past Tang Zhe to room 102, and Tang Zhe followed him into the room.

The personnel of the Trace Inspection Department were collecting traces and fingerprints from all over the room. Chu Xingmu went straight to the bedroom. In order not to destroy the blood traces around the deceased, Han Yang had to squat down on the empty space to examine the victim's body. Chu Xingmu Stand still at the door and ask him: "What is your posture? Aren't you afraid of pulling your crotch?"

Han Yang said, "You go ahead, there are no vital signs."

Chu Xingmu frowned and went to the living room. Tang Zhe followed Chu Xingmu like a follower. With Chu Xingmu blocking the bedroom door, he couldn't see clearly the situation inside. Once Chu Xingmu left, Tang Zhe was a little bit looking forward to it. And the excitement collapsed when seeing the picture in the bedroom.

There was a large piece of uncoagulated black and red blood at the door of the bedroom. A bloody corpse was lying on the ground in a strange and strange posture. On the ground, the left side of the neck was torn, and a long knife edge extended from the left ear to the shoulder. There was a large piece of blood under the body, and the side of the waist was covered with blood holes of different shapes. In the original shape, the wound was already a little white. The dead man's arms were bent over his head, and there were only two arms under the sleeves of the suit, and his hands were cut off.

Tang Zhe immediately covered his mouth. Han Yang and Tang Zhe looked at each other for a few seconds and then rushed out of the room. Chu Xingmu, who was looking for clues in the living room, saw Tang Zhe running out like a gust of wind. He went to the bedroom door and asked Han Yang: "Did you scare that kid?"

"I just glanced at him. He was scaring himself. The interns you assigned this year are no good." In order to avoid stepping on blood and destroying the characteristics of the scene, Han Yang lifted the hem of his overalls and tiptoed to change the direction. Squat down in crotch pulling position.

Chu Xingmu glanced at the bedroom, centered on the corpse, the surrounding walls, sheets, and tables were almost all spattered with blood.

Han Yang put the measuring stick into the investigation box and jumped out on one foot, saying: "Another vicious case, the hands are gone, I can't find where the severed hands are, the fatal injury is on the neck, you tell them to move quickly, lift the hands first." Go back to the autopsy, it's too inconvenient here."

After Han Yang asked people to take photos of the scene and deal with the scene briefly, he asked the body movers to go in and move the corpse. Chu Xingmu avoided the blood pool on the ground and picked up a book from the bedside table in the bedroom.

Tang Zhe vomited for a long time on the edge of the flower bed outside the unit building. When he turned his head, Han Yang came out of the building with a survey box and directed the people behind to carry the body bag onto the car. Tang Zhe vomited again when he saw the body bag A few mouthfuls.

Han Yang walked up to Tang Zhe, patted his back for him, and said earnestly, "Why are you vomiting like this? The Criminal Investigation Team hasn't recruited an intern for five years. You've been the only one for so many years. You have to fight for it." ah."

Tang Zhe ignored the embarrassment, wiped his mouth and wrinkled his face and nodded. Han Yang hummed a song and got into the car and left. Tang Zhe stood at the door of the apartment building and looked inside hesitantly. He took a deep breath and bit the bullet. went in.

Chu Xingmu waved his hands after seeing him, "Okay, you can go to Liu Zhen to understand the situation."

The on-site investigation work ended after [-] o'clock in the evening. Chu Xingmu and others returned to the police force, and Liu Zhen followed them to the Public Security Bureau.

"The deceased Hu Hanying, male, best-selling literary writer, 35 years old, married, he has many fans on social platforms, rarely socializes with others on weekdays, his parents live in the countryside around Qingshi, and he and his wife Liu Zhen live in the urban area In the southern suburbs of the community, even the neighbors don't have a particularly good impression of this person without going out, and so far they know so much about the identity of the deceased." Tang Zhe said standing beside Chu Xingmu.

Chu Xingmu closed Tang Zhe's notebook, looked up at Liu Zhen, Liu Zhen's face was pale, and she was sitting on a chair awkwardly, maybe she hadn't come out of the shadow of the horrifying picture, Chu Xingmu even called her It took her several times to respond.

Tang Zhe poured a glass of water for Liu Zhen, and placed it lightly in front of Liu Zhen. Liu Zhen brushed her hair back, showing frightened eyes, and said with trembling lips, "As soon as I push the door..."

"Just saw Hu Hanying die in the bedroom?" Chu Xingmu asked.

"Yes, the door was ajar at the time. I yelled several times and he didn't answer me. My first reaction was that there was a thief at home. I went to his bedroom first to see if he had gone out, but in the end... ..." Liu Zhen choked up.

"Was there anyone else in the house at the time?"

"No, the door is open."

"Has Hu Hanying gone out during the day?"

"In the morning, he said he was going to the bookstore to see the new books that just hit the shelves."

"When did you go?"

Liu Zhen shook her head and said, "I don't know."

"He often goes to the bookstore?"

"Most of the time he writes at home and occasionally goes."

"Who has he had a feud with? Has anyone approached him recently?"

Liu Zhen continued to shake her head: "Probably not. I go to work at seven o'clock in the morning and return home around six o'clock in the afternoon. I don't know whether he goes out during the day or not. If there is an enemy... probably not, he rarely goes out. He knows how to write a book, and he is not even actively going back to the countryside to see his parents."

"Aren't you going home at noon?"

"My place of work is far away from home, so I won't go home at noon."

Chu Xingmu looked at the clock in the office and said, "It's getting late, I learned so much tonight, I'll send you home, and we'll talk about the rest tomorrow."

Liu Zhen nodded slightly, and stood up from the chair. She looked back at Chu Xingmu when she was walking out, as if she wanted to say something to Chu Xingmu, but she turned around and went out quickly.

After sending Liu Zhen away, Chu Xingmu went to find Han Yang. Tang Zhe went back to his work station to sort out his practice notes. After thinking for a long time with a pen, he didn't write a single word. Tang Zhe lay down on the table dejectedly. Fell asleep.

Zhao Chen who was passing by him accidentally touched him, Tang Zhe stood up in a jerk, sweating profusely and looked around, Zhao Chen jumped away in fright, "Xiao Tang, do you have springs on your feet? Response So big."

Looking back, he was in the clean and bright office. Everyone's eyes were focused on him who suddenly woke up. Tang Zhe covered his head and quickly apologized: "Brother Zhao, I'm sorry, I fell asleep just now."

Zhao Chen said: "It's getting late, it's useless for you to work hard in the team, go home and rest, adjust your mentality, and just go out to the scene a few more times in the future."

Tang Zhe squeezed the center of his brows, and sat down restlessly. After returning from the scene of the crime, his mind has been occupied by that shocking picture. Tang Zhe turned on his phone and took a look, and he did it in half an hour. A strange dream, all the things he saw in Hu Hanying's house appeared in his dream, as if he himself was committing a crime.

Tang Zhe took out his internship report. After thinking for a long time, he still didn't write down a single word. He looked at the senior who was reading the documents carefully across the desk, and wanted to ask him what happened when he often dreamed about the scene of the crime. Then he felt I was too timid, and I wanted to come to the Criminal Investigation Team at that time. If I flinched because I couldn't see the dead and the scene, it would be too embarrassing.

After self-reflection, Tang Zhe felt much better in his heart, so he picked up the preliminary report on the severed hand case and read it, but the scene he saw for the first time kept repeating in his mind: the bedroom was splattered with blood, the deceased He was kneeling on the ground in a suit with big characters on his face, his back was bloody and his hands were cut off.

In just ten minutes, due to his excessive imagining, it seemed that the words had turned into pictures, which made his nerves a little weak. Tang Zhe looked up at the wall clock on the wall, and it was already 11:30 in the evening.

There are a lot of people working overtime in the team at this time. The forensic doctor is doing the autopsy, and others are preparing for the next investigation. Tang Zhe puts away the materials and plans to go home. Let's take it slowly.

Early the next morning, Tang Zhe walked into the gate of the Qingshi Public Security Bureau with his red eyes open. After saying hello to the police officer on guard, he yawned and walked towards the office building with a listless look. walk.

"Tang Zhe, if you step on the cotton again, you will be late!" Tang Zhe turned around when he heard the voice, and when he saw that it was Chu Xingmu, he immediately asked him good morning.

Chu Xingmu waved to him, and asked with a smile: "Xiao Tang, how long have you been in the police force as an intern?"

Tang Zhe didn't understand why Chu Xingmu suddenly asked this question?

Tang Zhe said nervously: "It's almost a month, Team Chu, I will correct what I did wrong!"

"Little comrade, don't be so nervous, did you dream again last night?"

Tang Zhe touched the back of his head, and said a little embarrassedly: "Captain Chu, I'm not timid."

"I didn't say you were timid, who hasn't had the first time? You can move if you think about it, don't keep thinking about the dead people lying on the ground." Chu Xingmu gave him an encouraging look.

Tang Zhe smiled awkwardly, moving is much scarier than dead people.

Chu Xingmu ran into the office building with his bag in his arms. The eye-catching police badge on the building made the place look solemn and safe. Tang Zhe hurriedly followed Chu Xingmu into the building.

The Qing City Criminal Police Corps is located in Changqing District, focusing on the detection of extraordinarily serious cases. Chu Xingmu is the captain of the criminal investigation team. His father was originally the principal of the Qing City Police University. He is now retired. His mother is now a professor of law at Changqing University. Xing Mu has been obsessed with relevant deeds since he was a child, and he became a policeman logically. This is his tenth year in the police force.

The first thing Chu Xingmu did when he came to the office was to check his absence, and the second thing was to ask the Trace Inspection Division to print out the photos of the crime scene and distribute them to all the personnel involved in solving the case, and assign tasks to them by the way.

Vice-captain Xia Ci came late, Chu Xingmu asked Tang Zhe to send all the photos taken at the scene, Bai Yao put down breakfast and hurriedly took the photos, Tang Zhe looked at Bai Yao with complicated emotions, thinking that Bai Yao deserved to be him Sister, I can still eat breakfast when I look at the photos of the scene.

Bai Yao is a graduate of Qingshi Police Officer University. Not long after she was assigned to the criminal police team, she was one year older than Tang Zhe. Tang Zhe was her direct junior. He applied for the criminal police team after graduation from the internship unit, and had already worked as an intern for a year. The experienced Bai Yao is not as reactive to the vicious murder scene as Tang Zhe, but she is not so indifferent. After looking at the photos for a while, Bai Yao puts her breakfast aside.

"The deceased, Hu Hanying, was a best-selling literary writer. His wife came home from get off work and found him dead at home. After his wife's inventory, no valuables were lost in the house. There are few clues at the scene. It should be a premeditated and planned crime."

"How much hatred and hatred can you cut someone like this?" Zhao Chen frowned as he looked at the photo.

"Why is Hu Hanying's death posture so weird?" Lang Lang handed Xia Ci a full-view photo of the dead body taken from above.

"It looks like the murderer deliberately arranged Hu Hanying's body like this after killing him."

When Chu Xingmu saw that they had almost finished their breakfast, he said, "Lang Lang and Bai Yao went to the homes of Hu Hanying's parents and Liu Zhen's parents to interrogate them in detail. Zhao Chen went to the property to call out the surveillance cameras at the exit and entrance of the southern suburban community. Tang Zhe was in charge of the interrogation." Residents around the deceased's house, check to see who has been to Hu Hanying's house yesterday or whether he has gone out yesterday, Xia Ci and I will go to Hu Hanying's house again."

After Xia Ci put down the photo of the scene, he asked, "Are there any suspicious clues found at the scene?"

"Only two indistinct footprints were found in the blood pool in the deceased's bedroom, half a fingerprint was found on the bedroom doorknob, that's all."

"Is the murderer so cautious? He hasn't touched anything since he entered the room, airman?" Xia Ci muttered a few words, "It's understandable to kill people, but I can't figure out how to put this death posture. Is there any sense of ceremony? "

"Go to the scene again later." Chu Xingmu organized the photos together, picked up his ID and mobile phone and went out. Xia Ci sighed and shouted to Chu Xingmu's back, "I'll be with you go."