Ran brother

This is the second homicide case of "Yucheng Business Daily" within a month.

The victim, Jiang Hong, male, 40 years old, editorial board member and director of the news center, was found lying in the office by Liu Jing, the responsible editor who sent the copy for signature at 2 a.m., with multiple stab wounds all over his body. The eyes were smashed into a meat paste and hung outside the two bloody holes.

Immediately after the Hongzhao District Bureau received the alarm, it called out the surveillance cameras in the newspaper building and nearby streets, and saw a fat man in a dark gray raincoat entering the building from the newspaper garage. Instead of taking the elevator, he took the empty fire escape. Walked upstairs, entered Jiang Hong's office at 1:14 in the morning, flashed out at 1:46, and returned along the same road.

"Yucheng Business Daily" is located in the downtown area, brightly lit all night, even in the middle of the night, there are many pedestrians on the road.

Yet downtown areas often have another characteristic—half light, half dark.

The front of the newspaper building is the bustling and modern city center, and the back of the first floor is the area to be renovated with tile-roofed houses and sewage flowing across.A few years ago, "Yucheng Commercial Daily" used "demolition" as a gimmick, and did a series of in-depth reports with pictures, putting the grandeur on the front of the newspaper building and the downturn of the city on the back in the same picture. The reader has a sigh of time-traveling feeling.

And this back street without street lights or monitoring is the secret way for the murderer to escape.

At 1:52, he appeared on the camera for the last time, then ran into the dark back street and disappeared without a trace.

"Yucheng Commercial Daily" is the largest urban newspaper in the province, and has close relations with government agencies such as the Propaganda Department of the Provincial Party Committee and the Municipal Party Committee. Jiang Hong himself is well-known in the industry. PUC.

When Le Ran was awakened by the ringing of the bell, she thought she had encountered an emergency assembly, and only after she stood up did she realize that she was no longer in the barracks.

He sighed, feeling a sense of loss soaking through his whole body like spring rain, but before he could shiver, he saw "Shen Queue" flashing on the screen of his phone.

Those two words radiated a soft light in the dark night.

He picked it up immediately, and heard Shen Xun say: "In 15 minutes, wait for me at the gate of the Municipal Bureau."

On the way to "Yucheng Business Daily", Qiao Yi kept yawning, and Xiao Bai simply leaned against the window to catch up on sleep. Only Shen Xun and Le Ran were in high spirits, one driving the car calmly, and the other staring straight at ahead.

I don't know when, Le Ran has become a frequent passenger on Shen Xun's co-pilot.

The newspaper was published at night, so even though it was late at night, the whole building was still brightly lit.

The place where Jiang Hong was killed was on the 13th floor. The trace inspectors quickly pulled up the cordon and stepped into it carefully to collect important traces.Qiao Yi also entered as a forensic doctor, but Shen Xun and others could only stand outside, waiting for the traces to be extracted.

This time is not short, he simply took Le Ran to observe the structure of the 13th floor.

"Yucheng Commercial Daily" has distinct levels, each floor is bounded by an elevator, on the right is a huge glass hall and a relatively cramped tea room for ordinary employees to work and rest; on the left are the offices and reception rooms of the editorial board members ,lounge.There are 5 editorial board members in the newspaper office, each occupying one floor, and Jiang Hong's site is on the 13th floor.

Shen Xun stood on the elevator passage, walked back and forth, stopped an employee who was poking his neck to watch the excitement, and asked, "Do you usually go to the office area on the left?"

The employee was in his 20s, his eyes sparkled, and he seemed very excited, "What are we going to do? The left side is the private territory of the bosses, and the right side is the office area for our low-level journalists."

"In other words, Jiang Hong might be the only one there the whole night?"

"That's not right either. He's the signature boss. Does the signature understand?"

Shen Xun understood, but shook his head deliberately.

The other party immediately explained, "Hey, after we edit the version, we have to take it to him for review and let him check it to prevent any political mistakes."

"How many editions are there, and how many people will bring them to him to sign?"

"Hey, then he is too dedicated." The man said again, "The rules are true, but who makes someone the boss? The boss can't be too tired, right? So in fact, the responsible editors of various departments are responsible for conducting political checks. .”

"Tell me."

"Our newspaper has three sections. Culture, sports, and advertising are counted as one, local news is counted as one, and international, domestic, and economics are counted as one. The publication time of the three sections varies. Complete the sample signing and send it to the printing factory for hanging printing. The international and domestic economy is second, and the sample signing is completed before 11:2 in the morning. The latest is our department, the local news, and the sample signing is completed before 3:[-] am. It's not as good as the red envelopes given by the entertainment reporters, fuck!"

Shen Xunxu listened, looking for the key point in his long-winded expression, "According to what you said just now, there may only be three people who will take all the pages of their boards to find Jiang Hong's signature in the whole night?"

"Yes!" The man was full of dissatisfaction, "When it was Jiang Hong's turn to be on duty, he came to the newspaper office every night at 10 o'clock, made a pot of tea, and waited for the editor in charge of the style to send the signature. Things. Then wait until around 2 o’clock, sign the international and domestic economic pages, and finally our local news page. Hey, but he is unlucky today, and he has not touched our page yet, so he’s fucking pissed off.”

Hearing this, Le Ran suddenly asked, "Are you expecting him to die?"

"Are you expecting him to die and break the law?" The man stared, "I definitely didn't kill him. I, I, belong to the evil heart but not the guts. Hahaha, in fact, many people in our newspaper office are as cowardly as me."

"why?"

"Why are you cowardly? Then there's no need to ask, do you dare to kill someone by just touching a knife?"

Le Ran shook her head, "Why do you want him to die?"

"Then it's a long story. Let's put it simply. Our newspaper office is a system of exploitation layer by layer. What about their editorial board members who don't do shit all day long? You've seen it too. What's their office like? What are our ordinary employees like? In this building, they are a group of earth emperors, and we are eunuchs to put it bluntly. They work hard on the news, and their salary is not as good as their fraction. Can you accept it? Do you have no complaints in your heart? And this Jiang Hong, he really doesn’t know how to behave. He is in charge of the news center, that is, the international and domestic economy. I heard that he has that kind of relationship with Fang Xiaoan, the head of international news. Fang Xiaoan is a woman, I don’t understand farts, I slept all the way, and squeezed out a few capable people in the department. Anyway, their department is full of complaints now, and several people left their jobs a while ago.”

Le Ran's face was not very good-looking, "But that can't kill..."

Shen Xun blocked him and signaled him not to speak, "How is the relationship between Jiang Hong and the other editorial board members?"

"On the surface, they call themselves brothers, but secretly they are intriguing. Hey, don't tell me, maybe those editorial board members want him to die more than we do!"

"Oh?"

"Our editor-in-chief will retire next year, and a new editor-in-chief will be selected from the editorial board. If there is one less Jiang Hong, the others will have one less obstacle to ascending to the top."

The corners of Shen Xun's eyes were hooked, he pondered for a moment, and said with a smile: "Thank you, you gave us so many interesting clues just by chatting casually."

"Hahaha." The man laughed, "It doesn't matter, anyway, I don't plan to work in the media industry anymore. After a few dirty hands, I will leave my job to start a business next month."

At this time, Xiaobai hurried over and shouted, "Brother Xun, you can go in."

Jiang Hong's office is elegantly decorated, with unidentifiable antique porcelain on the bookshelves and tables, but he himself is lying in blood, stabbed 24 times in the chest and abdomen, and his face, mouth and nose are difficult to distinguish.

Shen Xun frowned and said to himself: "What a hatred this is."

Wang Ye, chief of the trace inspection department, said: "Based on the footprints and surveillance video at the scene, the murderer's weight and height should be over 170 catties and 1 meters, respectively. He is a fat man."

Qiao Yi said: "It was initially determined that the time of death was 3 hours, which basically coincided with the time the suspect left in the surveillance. The fatal injury was a knife stabbed into the heart, and the murder weapon was an ordinary fruit knife."

"Is it related to the murderer who killed Wu Lingyang?" Le Ran asked.

"I don't think so." Qiao Yi shook his head, "The two stab wounds on Wu Lingyang's neck were clean and neat, while the scars on Jiang Hong's body were messy. The murderer couldn't be a professional, and the 24 stabs...I think it was to vent his anger. "

"Hmm." Shen Xun squatted beside the corpse, looked at it for a moment, then raised his head and asked, "Are there any fingerprints left at the scene?"

"No." Wang Ye said, "The murderer has a certain anti-reconnaissance awareness and was wearing gloves when he committed the crime."

Shen Xun stared at Jiang Hong's bloody eye hole, and said, "Qiaoer, come and see here."

Qiao Yi understood, "I just saw that Jiang Hong's eyes were gouged out by the murderer and smashed. Although they have turned into a ball of meat, they are basically still in the eye sockets."

"That is to say, the eyeball was not taken by the murderer?"

"At least not completely removed."

Shen Xun stood up, asked Wang Ye a few more questions, and then explained a few words to Qiu Yu, the captain of the third squadron who was in charge of the case, and led Le Ran downstairs.

Xiaobai looked at the two of them, took out his notebook, and rushed to the third squadron to listen to Qiu Yu's analysis of the case.

A police car roared towards the city bureau, and Qiao Yi had to complete the autopsy before dawn.

Shen Xun sat on the sofa in the lobby on the first floor of the newspaper, playing with the lighter in his hand, and asked, "What do you think about this case?"

Le Ran sat upright, and replied like a student who had been named: "I think the murderer is someone from the newspaper office. Even if he wasn't, he was someone who is very familiar with the structure and working mechanism of the newspaper's left and right office areas. Otherwise, he would not be able to pinch him in the first place." He rushed to kill people during the time gap between the signing of the first plate and the second plate, and judging from his escape route, he was also very familiar with the section from the newspaper garage to the back street."

"That's right, and according to what the angry young man said, there are not a few people in the "Yucheng Business Daily" who are looking forward to Jiang Hong's death." Shen Xun leaned forward and crossed his fingers, "But wishing him to die is one thing. It's another matter. Many people have the urge to kill, but very few people practice it."

"Need to ask an employee for an inquiry?"

"Yes, even if the employees are not suspicious, they may spit out some valuable information when they are questioned." Shen Xun paused for a while, then asked again: "Let me test your intuition, based on the current information analysis, what do you think? Who is most likely to do it?"

Le Ran rested her hands on her temples, pondered for a while, and answered an unexpected question: "Team Shen, is there any follow-up news about the case brought up by the provincial department last time?"