to comfort the sun

A phone call was like a thunderbolt that smashed the sky, and Sun Fuzhou was smashed and burned.

He only tasted two mouthfuls of donburi, and he left it pitifully.

"Vice Sun, are you telling the truth or not?" Qiu Yun followed behind without even having time to wipe off his greasy mouth, swallowing the food in his mouth with a ferocious expression.

"Am I joking about this?" Sun Fuzhou crossed the road with a serious expression on his face, and suddenly remembered that there was a disabled person behind him, "Then who!"

Shen Yuan walked unhurriedly, or he couldn't walk too fast, after hearing the sound, he raised his chin slightly, glanced at it and continued walking on his own zebra crossing.

"Take a taxi and go back. I'm going to the scene later, so I can't bring..." Sun Fuzhou twitched his tongue and swallowed the word family, "Idlers."

Shen Xianren finally walked slowly in front of Sun Fuzhou. Because he was leaning on a single crutch, his upper limbs were tense, and the fabric outlined a substantial muscle line.

"Then you have to return the phone to me."

He stretched out his hand, the corners of his lips were retracted, and when he was not smiling, he habitually pursed into a straight line, his head was raised slightly, and he habitually looked down at the movement.

Sun Fuzhou didn't make a sound, and put the phone in his hand.

Shen Yuan walked two steps to the side of the road, turned on his phone, lowered his head and didn't look at him again, after two seconds, he said absently again: "Goodbye, Team Sun."

Sun Fuzhou frowned, and glanced at his profile. Shen Yuan seemed to be able to use the crutch with ease. When he was standing, the crutch was propped up under his armpit, and it was used as a fulcrum.

He resisted the urge to look back, and led his little follower Qiu Yun to the entrance of the underground parking lot.

Fortunately, the parking location was not far from the entrance, and we arrived within two steps.

Qiu Yun received some information from the technical investigators who were maintaining the scene, and sighed while flipping through it: "What is this called... Oh my god, what's going on?"

When she raised her eyes, she had already stood in front of Sun Fuzhou's car, but the car was still in good condition when she left, now there were a few long scratches on her body, from the front of the car to the door handle.

Qiu Yun walked around the car and found that there were only scratches and no other damage, but this method was too obvious, and she couldn't think of any reason other than man-made.

"Vice Sun, do you...do you have any enemies?"

Deputy Sun looked at her with a rather calm look: "Does Shen Yuan count?"

Qiu Yun was also guessing: "It should...not count...."

Sun Fuzhou didn't care much about the scratches, anyway, the car is a broken car, whether scratched or not, it is broken.He opened the car door and sat in, leaving two words for Qiu Yun: "Get in the car."

"coming."

Along the way, Sun Fuzhou's expression was not very good-looking. Occasionally, when he stopped to wait for a red light, he would stick his arms and gnaw his fingers, and at the same time look at the rearview mirror with dark eyes. The air pressure around him was extremely low. Take a stand and sit in the back seat without saying a word.

It wasn't until near the crime scene that he found a curb and parked his car, breathing in the fresh air outside, that Qiu Yun felt himself alive again.

The youth hostel where the accident happened is in a pedestrian street with a very chaotic environment. This route is bordered by several cross and vertical paths to form a chaotic and orderly network. From the direction they came from, cars cannot enter, and they can only walk. The youth hostel is not difficult to find, behind a bunch of residential buildings, go up from a narrow staircase.

A cordon had been pulled under the stairs, but it was of little use. They couldn't pull the strips to the road, and the concrete road was so narrow that at most it was a stairway sealed off.

The main reason for doing this is that there are too many nearby residents, and only sealing the upstairs rooms may not be able to suppress the curiosity of this group of people who are eager to move, so they simply sealed the downstairs entrance without doing anything.

Downstairs, there were two policemen who were visiting residents nearby. When Sun Fuzhou and the others went downstairs, they had just finished questioning an old lady.

After confirming the police officer's card, the police let go.

Sun Fuzhou looked around at the place where he just entered the corridor with his hands behind his back, and confirmed that the environment inside should be no better than the guest house sleeping in Datongpu in the suburbs

This kind of youth hostel is cheap and affordable at best, but messy at worst, and anyone can live there.This kind of store does not have a login system for the public security, so it is completely a natural refuge. Zhang Jiali will live in it, probably to the point where she is in a hurry to go to the doctor.

But she would rather live here than go home or call the police for whatever needs.

Part of this youth hostel is a multi-person room, which is cheap but has no privacy; the rest is a single room, the room is small, even if a person just stands in the middle of the room, it is too crowded, and there is no soundproofing, except Other than being invisible to others, there is no privacy at all.

There are public toilets and public bathhouses at the stairway, and the male and female bathhouses are separated by a wall. According to the owner of the hotel, since Zhang Jiali moved in, she has never left the door.

"When did she move in?"

The proprietress, with a dusty blue floral kerchief tied on her head, talked about Zhang Jiali with a taboo look like she was about to touch mold: "It was already midnight when I came here...then it should be It was yesterday."

Sun Fuzhou asked: "I heard that she came alone?"

"Yeah, who else is there? The little girl runs outside in the middle of the night, and she is not a decent person at first sight!" The proprietress is wrapped in a red cotton jacket, sitting bloated on a chair, and the first reaction will be that she is not dressed up. An ordinary middle-aged woman, "Business was bad, but now it's good, just close the door!"

There are not many guests in the hotel, and as the proprietress, almost everyone has an impression, let alone such a young girl, it is extremely inappropriate to appear here.

Sun Fuzhou looked around: "I think your place is not small, are you usually alone in the shop?"

The proprietress wiped her cheeks, and the place where her hands were rubbed turned red immediately. She looked quite old, with rough skin, large pores, and bags under her eyes that were almost hanging on her face. Only the rosy cheeks made her look so good She looked more energetic: "There is also my brother, who occasionally helps out. He runs a non-staple food store opposite."

Sun Fuzhou flipped through the register, and found that Zhang Jiali was the only customer that night: "You said that you went back to your hometown the night before yesterday, and that was the shop your brother visited?"

The proprietress said, "It's my sister-in-law. My brother went back with me."

The previous policeman had already made notes for the proprietress, and asked all the questions that should be asked, including the sister-in-law who was watching the store that night. She was sleeping on her stomach at the front desk when the accident happened. The camera at the door took pictures of the corridor and the front desk without blind spots. Preliminary tests revealed that Zhang Jiali was killed yesterday morning, within 36 hours, that is to say, she may have lived in and slept and died.

Because the room was too small, the trace inspector and the forensic doctor couldn't work in it at the same time, so the processing speed was slowed down a bit. Sun Fuzhou was lucky enough to enter the scene after they had collected all the physical evidence such as fingerprints and footprints that they should collect.

The forensic doctor did not move the body after checking the body watch, so Zhang Jiali remained in the state she had just died, sitting on a chair with her back to the door, her whole head tilted back, and someone stabbed her in the front of her neck. The gap was almost two-thirds cut, and the blood sprayed on the glass in a spray pattern, splashing all over the window, but because old newspapers were pasted on the window, nothing could be seen outside.

The forensic doctor sent by the city bureau was Zhao Ziqiong, and he briefly talked about his judgment on the corpse.

"The murder weapon was thrown on the bed. It was a sharp dagger. It was easy to cut the throat without much effort."

Sun Fuzhou walked to Zhang Jiali on the Banqiao passage.

This girl still wears heavy makeup on her face, maybe she hasn't had time to remove it or forgot, but now it is mottled and dirty, making the girl's clean face dirty. In addition, she is wearing a beautiful pair of makeup. The skirt, the chest was red with blood.

Sun Fuzhou squatted down next to her, and found that she was not wearing shoes on her feet, and lifted her ankles to see bloodstains on the soles of her feet.

Zhao Ziqiong said from the side: "Her palm also has bloodstains caused by friction, perhaps caused by struggling, and was placed like this afterwards."

"The injuries on the soles of her feet are too serious, and the serious ones are concentrated on the soles of her feet. It should not be struggling, but walking or running barefoot outside." Sun Fuzhou looked carefully for a long time, and rejected Zhao Ziqiong's guess.

run away?

For some reason, Sun Fuzhou immediately remembered this word.

He looked up Zhang Jiali's calf, her legs had many bruises, and because of the heating in the room, corpse spots had appeared on the surface of the corpse, the entire surface of the corpse was covered with bruises, like a piece of cloth that hadn't been washed for a long time Palette.

The skirt on her body covered her thighs until it was near her knees. The skirt was crumpled. The good satin fabric was as wrinkled as a rag, and there was a large yellow patch on the white skirt. Mottled brown.

He cautiously moved closer to smell it, and besides the strong smell of blood wafting from it, he could only smell a faint sour smell.

It's hard to imagine where Zhang Jiali went before living here.

Zhao Ziqiong, who was watching from the side, admired his spirit of doing things by himself, and couldn't help teasing: "What did you smell?"

Sun Fuzhou said blankly, "It smells like stinky rags."

Zhao Ziqiong then complained: "I will know when the physical and chemical tests come out, I have to smell it."

"What do you know, this is my professionalism."

It was the first time Zhao Ziqiong heard the word "dedication" in his mouth, and felt that it didn't quite match with the famous Uncle Sun, and it was very novel, so he couldn't help smiling.As a result, while smiling, he saw his forensic assistant coming over, guessing that the car transporting the corpse had arrived, so he interrupted someone who was robbing the job: "Then you don't want to be dedicated for the time being, we need to take her back first." Be dedicated and dedicated, you line up."

"Cut, it's amazing."

Sun Fuzhou glanced at him unhappily, and was about to stand up with his legs propped up. In the process, he swept across Zhang Jiali's open neck, and found that under the cover of blood, there were some bruises, purples, and dark reds. Mark of.

There was a bang in his head.

At the same time, he actually felt that Zhang Jiali overlapped with Wang Qinqin who was lying in the morgue at a certain moment.