Ran brother

The investigation fell into a brief stalemate. On the one hand, the employees of the newspaper unanimously stated that they had never seen the man in the surveillance. On the other hand, the evidence at the scene was not enough for the police to conduct targeted tracking.

After a few days of investigation, more than a dozen people with motives for committing crimes were all cleared of suspicion. Either they had alibi, or their height and weight were completely inconsistent.

Judging from Jiang Hong's injuries and the murderer's modus operandi, the crime must have been committed by an acquaintance, and most likely an employee of the newspaper office.Shen Xun leaned against the window, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and the unglamorous morning light fell on his eyelashes, making his pupils as transparent as they were.

He thought, why can this person hide so deeply that all the employees can't suspect him?

Le Ran came with a bag of deep-fried dough sticks, put it on the table, and took out juice from the iron box with ease.

Shen Xun turned around and scolded with a smile: "Enough is enough, how many bags of juice have you stolen from me this week?"

"Taking it behind your back is stealing." Le Ran tossed the long strip of fruit juice, "How can it be called stealing if I take it in front of you?"

"What's that called?"

"Hmm..." Le Ran rolled her eyes, but couldn't think of a suitable verb for a while, and said indiscriminately, "Call it!"

Shen Xun raised his eyebrows, "Married?"

"Yes, take it." Le Ran shook the juice and withdrew it, mysteriously said: "Jiang Hong's case came up with a possibility when I was practicing this morning, I made the juice and reported it to you!"

The weather is getting hotter and hotter. Although it is still spring in terms of four seasons, even in the morning, there is a summer breath in the air.Le Ran has already changed into a short-sleeved shirt without a jacket. Looking from the back, her shoulders are broad and her waist is narrow. Through the light-colored fabric, she can vaguely see her tight muscles and strong lines.

It was an imaginatively young body.

Shen Xun looked at his back and told himself a cold joke, what to marry, you have to marry sooner or later.

Le Ran came back with a glass of blended juice, opened the armchair and sat down, with her hands flat on the edge of the table, her back straight, as if she was wearing an invisible back.

Shen Xun was uncomfortable seeing him, raised his eyes and said: "What is the possibility? Tell me."

He shook his head, "I'll talk after you finish eating."

"Waste time?"

"No, I'm afraid you'll spit it out after hearing it disgusting."

Shen Xun wiped his hands and looked at him amusedly, "How disgusting can it be? It's not like I haven't seen Jiang Hong's body before. Let's talk, there are still things to do later, we can't rest on weekends if this case is not solved. "

Le Ran was right after thinking about it, so she leaned forward and said seriously: "Brother Bai showed me a lot of vendetta cases a while ago, in many cases, the murderer took away things from the victim's body, some were fingers, Some of it was a viscera, some of it was a tongue, some of it was that...uh..."

"Genitals." Shen Xun said calmly.

"Yes, birth, genital... organ." Le Ran stammered for a long time, her face flushed, she glanced left and right from the corner of her eye, and then quietly glanced at Shen Xun, before saying, "Jiang Hong's autopsy report shows that the murderer seems to be Nothing of his body was taken."

"It's not surprising." Shen Xun finished the fried dough sticks and took a sip of soy milk, "Taking the victim's organs is a way of venting anger, and torturing the corpse is also a way of venting anger. The murderer obviously chose the latter option, stabbing more than twenty times, It also ruined Jiang Hong's face and smashed his eyeballs."

"Well, that's what I want to say." Le Ran nodded, "After the murderer commits the crime, there are many cases of taking the victim's eyeballs. I looked at the reasons and found that they are quite consistent."

Shen Xun looked away, tapped his index finger on the table, "Go on."

"I hate the victim for not being able to tell right from wrong." Le Ran became excited, "The murderer almost always suffers because of the victim's not being able to tell right from wrong!"

Shen Xun stood up and paced silently, "If the murderer smashed Jiang Hong's eyeballs because Jiang Hong didn't know right from wrong, then..."

Le Ran stood up abruptly, her fingertips trembling slightly, "This person may be Jiang Hong's former subordinate!"

Shen Xun looked at Le Ran, and after a moment of astonishment, he realized that this guy thought of what happened in the barracks again.

He sighed secretly, thinking that after the case was over, he must find out what happened to Leran in the army.

Le Ran said again: "I have another guess."

"Say."

"Could the murderer's purpose in smashing Jiang Hong's eyeballs be to steal one of them as a 'trophy'?"

At this time, Qiao Yi walked quickly, and the open white coat bulged behind him like a flapping cloak.

"I have a new discovery!"

Shen Xunxu raised his eyes, "Is there something wrong with the eyeball?"

"Yes!" Qiao Yi propped his hands on the edge of the table, "I have always felt that something is wrong these days. Jiang Hong's physical injuries are very simple, except for the eyeball being smashed. By phone, he meant that although the completely damaged eyeball cannot be restored, if the mass ratio appraisal is carried out, it is basically possible to judge whether there is a material defect on the eyeball. Just now I did a mass ratio appraisal according to his method, and found that Jiang Hong's eyeball is lighter than it actually is! The murderer must have taken part of the eyeball, and if we find this part of the eyeball, it can be used as physical evidence to identify the murderer!"

Since the murderer did not leave any special traces at the scene, and the dagger used as the murder weapon may have been disposed of, the "eyeball evidence" may be the only physical evidence to determine the murderer.

Shen Xun walked to the window, the words "subordinate" and "eyeball" kept colliding in his mind.Suddenly, his pupils tightened, and he turned abruptly and said, "Check the personnel file of "Yucheng Business Daily"!"

Qiu Yu led the police officers from the Third Squadron straight to the newspaper office, but was blocked when he asked to retrieve the files.The director of the human resources department refused to provide the personnel file on the grounds that it had nothing to do with the case, and Shu Haiyang, the editorial board member on duty, also supported his subordinates.

Shen Xun had no choice but to arrive in person, and called Cheng Quan, editor-in-chief of the newspaper, in front of Shu Haiyang.

Shu Haiyang had no choice but to ask the director of the human resources department to take out the personnel files of the past ten years. Shen Xun noticed that he sighed, and there was an unconcealable apology in his eyes.

That way, it was like telling who the murderer was with his own mouth.

In the afternoon, the suspect surfaced.

Luo Shan, male, 36 years old, 1 meters tall and 74 catties in weight, used to be the chief reporter of the domestic news department of the news center of "Yucheng Business Daily". It's Jiang Hong.

Shen Xun found Fang Xiaoan again. After Jiang Hong was killed, she was already the highest-ranking person in the news center.

"Last time I asked you who had trouble with Jiang Hong. You mentioned yourself and another editor." Shen Xun threw Luo Shan's information in front of her, "Why didn't you think of him?"

Fang Xiaoan shook his head with a wry smile, but did not answer.

"It's quite a big deal. Only when I saw this person's name did I think of the top ten fake news of the year that was named by the Central Propaganda Department two years ago." Shen Xun looked straight at Fang Xiaoan. It happened to you in your news center, why, you forgot it after only 2 years? Or... You, the other employees of your newspaper office, knew that he was suspected of being serious, but deliberately concealed the information?"

Fang Xiaoan raised his head, "You won't understand. Those of us 'unscrupulous media people' who are called prostitutes by the outside also have a conscience that we want to protect."

When the criminal police arrived at Luo Shan's house, he was practicing calligraphy on the balcony on the second floor.

This is an expensive three-story small western-style building located in Chongshan District, where rich people gather. The interior decoration is elegant, and the entire wall of the study room is covered with framed trophies and certificates.

Luo Shan is not tall, with ordinary features, but his eyes are extremely bright, like the cold light rolling on the blade of a knife, his skin is rough, and he looks dark because he has been out for news all year round.

He didn't seem surprised or nervous when he saw the police, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

He stood in front of the glorious past of that wall, perhaps imagining himself as the uncrowned king of this world.

Before Shen Xun could speak, he had already smiled slyly, "I know you came here because of Jiang Hong's murder, and you think I'm the murderer, but do you have evidence?"

Shen Xun looked at him expressionlessly, and Le Ran stood aside vigilantly - he looked like a powerless literati, but Le Ran seemed to be used to protecting Shen Xun comprehensively at any time.

Luo Shan laughed, spread his hands, and there was a kind of self-pity and arrogance between his brows, "Have you found the murder weapon? Did you collect my fingerprints and DNA at the scene? Footprints, oh yes, there are still footprints, the trace inspector is here Do you want to see my footprints? Do you want to measure my height and weight, huh?"

These words were nine points provocative, but Shen Xun smiled, "Reporter Luo, you are also engaged in writing work, haven't you heard of a buzzword on the Internet?"

"What?" Luo Fei raised one brow in disdain, "The French Open is not missing? Hehehe."

"No, no." Shen Xun stretched his brows and eyes, seemingly modest, but a dark color flashed in his eyes, "The villain, died of talking too much."

Luo Shan was startled, and then laughed again, "Isn't that true, isn't that long-tongued man Jiang Hong already dead?"

Shen Xun nodded, and motioned to Qiu Yu: "Search the reporter's residence and see if there are any suspicious daggers and raincoats."

He deliberately pronounced "dagger" and "raincoat" very heavily, and he was happy to see Luo Shan show a contemptuous smile.

Shen Xun turned to Luo Shan and said calmly, "I'm sorry, Reporter Luo, we have to take you to the bureau. If there is no problem after finishing the transcript, I will send you back in person."

In the inquiry room of the Municipal Bureau, Luo Shan insisted that he was alone at home when the incident happened.Shen Xun asked about being fired by "Yucheng Business Daily" two years ago, and he said in an extremely sarcastic tone: "Fired? No, no, no, it's not that they fired me, it's that I don't want to stay on their platform anymore. Have you seen my self-media Weibo account? Millions of real fans, more than their official Weibo."

"Oh." Shen Xun leaned on the back of the chair casually, "Can we talk about fake news? Before you left "Yucheng Business Daily", you were well-known, and you literati always say you cherish feathers. Just peel off the feathers and make fake news?"

Hearing the words, Luo Shan slapped the table and stood up, his fingers showing his innocent joints, staring at Shen Xun covetously, obviously being poked at a sore spot.

Le Ran immediately stood up and looked at him warily.

Shen Xun smiled, "Sit down and talk, okay? Le Ran, what are you doing, you want to jump the table after making a record?"

Luo Shan's face was pale, and he squeezed out six words between his teeth, "That's not fake news!"