Rebirth of the Double-faced Superstar

"Are you a criminal police officer?" Luo Xi raised her head in surprise.

Fu Xindong tidied up the basin on the ground neatly, "Then what kind of police do you think I am, a policeman?"

Luo Xi stood up, and while lifting her pants from her knees to her waist, she winked at Fu Xindong, "How could he be so tall? After drinking the soup you made, I guessed in my heart that such a powerful skill might be ... the administrator of the cafeteria of the Public Security Bureau."

Fu Xindong made a "cut", his eyes followed Luo Xi's right hand and moved upwards until those two smooth and strong long legs completely disappeared into the trousers.

"Teach you common sense, the canteen administrators are all temporary workers, not official police officers, and don't wear police uniforms."

Fu Xindong looked at the watch on his wrist, "I'll go directly to the scene of the case. I'll leave the thermos with you first. I probably still have it at home. It's enough."

Luo Xi's dark eyes flickered for a moment, then gradually dimmed again, "Brother Fu...Officer Fu, when I was filming, I also filmed a book with criminal police roles. The criminal police must be very busy and hard-working police, my minor injury is not a big deal at all, and I will be discharged from the hospital in three or two days, so you don't have to worry about it anymore, and you don't have to... come here on purpose."

Fu Xindong narrowed his eyes, and his complexion slowly sank following his words.

The phone rang, and it was Lin Fan calling to tell him that the car had arrived downstairs.

Fu Xindong turned off the phone and walked towards the door with two long legs. When he pushed open the door of the ward, he stopped his feet and turned around, "I said that I am half responsible for this matter, and I don't want to owe it to you." Who the fuck, whether I'm busy or not is my business, I can handle it myself, so I'll just ask you, can I have chicken soup tomorrow?"

"Row!"

Luo Xi's eyes seemed to light up again, and the corners of her mouth turned up unconsciously, "It's better to add some mushrooms, hehe."

Fu Xindong glanced at him, turned around and opened the door and left.

Looking at the door that was still shaking slightly, Luo Xi slowly retracted her gaze, and finally landed on the thermos on the bedside table.

There was still some soup in it that he didn't drink up, and a strong aftertaste came out through the lid of the pot. Luo Xi took a deep breath, as if she wanted to keep the fragrant smell in her nasal cavity for a while longer.

When Lin Fan's car arrived at the community where the crime was found, Fu Xindong was slightly taken aback. This place is not very far from the community where the old political commissar's house is located, it seems that it is only two blocks away.The question that he often pondered a few days ago came to his mind. The case of the old political commissar did not seem to be an isolated case, so now... "he" came.

Passing through several old alleys, you can see an old community. The area of ​​the community is very large. Although it is nearly nine o'clock in the evening, the flow of people in this area is still very high.

On the way here, Lin Fan briefed Fu Xindong on the current situation in the team.

The deceased was discovered tonight. The scene of death was the deceased's home, which was located on the top floor of a residential building in a relatively remote area of ​​this community.

The deceased was an old bachelor surnamed Wang who lived alone and had no children all his life. He had been picking up junk for a living for decades. People who knew him well in the neighborhood called him "Trash King".

The first witness who discovered the death of the deceased was also the informant, an old cousin of the "Trash King" and one of his few relatives who lived in a community not far from here.

This old cousin came regularly to wash clothes for this old bachelor brother who had been alone all his life, and sometimes helped him make some dumplings for quick freezing, and she had the keys of his house in her hand.

Every time before she came to the house of "Trash King", she would make a phone call first.This time I called for a whole day, but no one answered. She had already made dumplings at home, and was thinking of bringing them over to freeze for him. Seeing that he hadn't answered the phone, she brought the keys herself.

When she opened the door, she found that the old bachelor was lying on the floor of the living room. He was already out of breath. After the forensic examination, it was found that the aorta in his neck and his genitals had been severed by the murderer.

Fu Xindong and Lin Fan parked their cars. The community was half-lit and half-dark in the night, and there were only a few people. With the arrival of the police car, countless good-hearted people were pointing and chattering in the distance. The police from the police station in the area He kept advising everyone to leave quickly.

Fu Xindong looked around for a while, firmly imprinting the surrounding environment in his mind.When he was about to reach the top floor, he looked out the window in the stairwell, and found that this building was basically guarding a corner of the community, not far from the courtyard wall of the community, and outside the wall were criss-crossing alleys.

"Have you notified them to adjust the monitoring?"

Fu Xindong pinched his nose, and a faint smell of blood could already be smelled in the air.

"Notified, but this location seems to have a blind spot."

Lin Fan took a sip of the mineral water while answering Fu Xindong's question. His eyes fell on the pattern of the mineral water bottle inadvertently. He moved his finger that was pressing the upper half of the face in the picture, and stopped the picture of the man on the bottle in front of his eyes. There is a second.

The deceased lived in a small second-bedroom apartment of about 50 square meters, and the forensic doctor is still in the final stage of examining the corpse.On the ground was a box of compact powder for women that had been smashed in half, and there was also white powder powder in the dried blood.

Fu Xindong's eyes swept over the emaciated corpse, and then he frowned when he landed on the mutilated lower body.

Entering the bedroom, a dilapidated big bed was in disarray. The dead man in the living room was only wearing a vest and his lower body was naked. His coat and underwear were thrown on the edge of the bed in the bedroom. A condom with half-dried liquid still in it.

A dilapidated bedside table was opened by a technician, and it was filled with a mess of underwear and socks. There was a dilapidated black leather notebook stuck to the drawer, and Fu Xindong gently picked it up with his gloved hands.

The front of the small book records the income from selling junk every day. After reading each page, there is nothing special about it.Flipping to the back, there are several mobile phone numbers.

After the technicians collected all the physical evidence and the forensic doctor basically completed the on-site inspection, Fu Xindong confessed to Lin Fan, "Inform Xiao Liu that they should hurry up and take the call records of the deceased's mobile phone in recent months and the mobile phone number in this book." Call it out, and tomorrow the whole group will sort out relevant materials in the morning and have a meeting in the afternoon."

Because there are two technical female policemen in the meeting room, all the men present here are not embarrassed to start this issue when Su Touer and Fu Touer do not smoke.

According to the division of labor, the team members have already briefly described and analyzed the parts they are responsible for. Similar to the case of the old political commissar, no traces of the murderer were found at the scene. The time of the forensic examination shows that the time of death of the deceased should be last night between seven and nine o'clock.

After everyone's report, Su Brigade asked Fu Xindong to summarize and analyze everyone's report.

Fu Xindong first expressed his point of view straightforwardly. He believed that after the appearance of the "Trash King" case, it was basically confirmed that this case was related to the murder of the old political commissar, which constituted a major serial killing. case.

Regardless of the way the murderer committed the crime, the general type of the victim, and the degree of destruction at the scene, there is an obvious consistency.

The two victims were both elderly men. They were both at home alone when they died. They were both fatally stabbed in the carotid artery.

"With the evidence we have and the situation we have, we still can't determine the murderer's motive, but I personally have a point of view. I think the old political commissar should be familiar with or at least know the murderer."

There was a murmur in the meeting room instantly, some people began to whisper, and some people had puzzled expressions on their faces.

Fu Xindong coughed, "Everyone knows that although the old political commissar has served as a political commissar in the bureau in recent years, mainly focusing on the team's ideological construction and logistics work, but he was a front-line policeman. I don’t think I need to emphasize how rich it is.”

He subconsciously took out the cigarette case from his trouser pocket, thought about it, and put it aside again.

"When a person is about to die, he still writes and draws pictures. The best explanation is that he knows the murderer, and he is desperate to tell us who he is. Of course, my analysis is that he knows the other party, but he doesn't necessarily know The name of the other party, so he is using another way to describe the other party, so the words he wrote are not ordinary names, so he needs to draw that special graphic."

He paused, "Everyone knows that what he wrote was a bad word with a small apostrophe. A comrade said just now that he might want to write about who hurt me, but he didn't finish it. I don't think it's possible. In the At such a critical moment of life and death, if only the last breath is left, if you write, you will only write the name directly, and you will definitely not add such useless words as those who harmed me in front of it!"

The people in the seats didn't make a sound. Team Fu's analysis seemed very reasonable. The murderer might be someone the old political commissar knew well and was still committing serial crimes. This made everyone suddenly feel an inexplicable tension.

The meeting ended, and just as Fu Xindong returned to his office, Lin Fan hurried over.

"Boss, according to the information just obtained by the technical side, most of the contacts in the phone of the "Trash King" are the waste collection station and a few relatives of him. I have read it repeatedly, and there is not much doubt. The phone number was found out, it was a few middle-aged ladies who specialize in the old man's business, and one of them contacted him that night."

Fu Xindong nodded. This woman should be the owner of the smashed box of powdered cakes, right?

"Looking at the way the carotid artery was cut, a middle-aged woman who is a young lady should not be so lethal, but anything is possible, you are responsible for finding her immediately."

Fu Xindong glanced at Lin Fan who was standing at the door, and the other party nodded after hearing his words, but did not leave. "Still leaving? I have something to do at night, so I'm not in charge of chatting with you."

Lin Fan rolled his eyes at him, "What's wrong with having a lover? Why is this happening every day? I'm kindly reminding you that today I heard from Chairman Lin of the trade union that he seems to be introducing a girlfriend to a certain diamond boss in the team. You Be mentally prepared!"

Fu Xindong lit a cigarette, put the lighter in the cigarette case, and threw it into Lin Fan's hand, "Why are everyone so idle, damn, if you force me to go on a blind date again, I'll tell them I'm with you Let’s see if we can completely get rid of the idea of ​​these matchmakers.”

Lin Fan just took a puff of cigarette, when he heard Fu Xindong's words, he choked in his throat and coughed for a long time.

"You're going to lose it! Cough, cough..." Lin Fan coughed again, "The key point is who will believe that, are we two playing black and white? If it's a handsome guy like Ye Guizhou, fine The skin is tender, maybe I can cooperate with it, haha!"

Fu Xindong also laughed along with him.

At that moment, in the vast sea of ​​clouds on the top of Tiandu Peak, that handsome young man in white who smiled back suddenly appeared in his mind.

The author has something to say: the world is so big that there is no place to live, and there is no clothes in tatters