Criminal Investigation Notes

All information on the Internet can be deleted, and modern people have relied too much on network resources.

Sometimes it is people's memory that can last longer. Those things that were once recorded in the memory of the elderly may tell people more information than the search box.

Su thought about this, and Lu Junchi immediately felt that this might be a train of thought.

He got up and went to call Jiang Li.

After a while, Lu Junchi came back and said, "I asked Jiang Li if he knew about a 372 research institute. It happened a little early, and he hadn't come to Huadu for the legal system at that time, but he agreed to find out from the media network over there. , to see if anyone has some news."

Others, what other clues can I check?

Lu Junchi was puzzled and said: "I'm still very surprised. If you want to build a psychological research institute, even if there are not hundreds of people, you need at least dozens of people, right? With so many people, how could they all disappear?"

Although a long time has passed, it is not impossible to find no relevant clues.

Su replied: "According to normal logic, it is impossible for so many people to silence all of them. Some practitioners may go to other psychological institutions in the market. Some people will go to other places to practice..."

Just as the two of them were talking, Su Hui's mobile phone suddenly rang.

Su Hui looked at it and said, "I made an appointment to see Yang Yuqing tomorrow afternoon...how about I postpone it later."

He has been busy with the fine sand case for a while, and he hasn't been to the clinic for a long time, and he pushed back twice in a row. If it wasn't for the reminder, he would have completely forgotten about it.

Lu Junchi: "You have pushed back several times, let's go over this time, and I will accompany you there later."

Su Hui hasn't been to Yuqing Clinic for psychological treatment for a long time since the incident of An Yuci. Director Huang has been emphasizing that psychological factors will affect the physical condition.

When Lu Junchi took Su back to the hospital last time, Director Huang asked about it, so Lu Junchi thought it would be more reassuring to go and see him again.

Only then did Su Hui agree: "Alright, maybe I can ask Dr. Yang if I know something."

Lu Junchi suddenly remembered that Su Hui once said that when he was in the elevator of the psychological clinic, he saw a person who was very similar to the person he saw in the Xisha case. He asked him, "Did you ask Jin Qiu about the elevator?" matter?"

Jin Qiu checks in and out at the front desk. If that person has also been to the clinic, she should have an impression.

Su replied: "I once left a message for Jin Qiu and described the person I saw to her, but she said she had never seen that person... I also went to the clinic's brochure, and indeed I did not see anything like that. doctor."

"Has the video been retrieved?" Lu Junchi thought about it along the lines of criminal investigation.

"Their images are only kept for one month. By the time I remember who that person is and want to check, it will have already expired." Speaking of which, Su Hui pressed his fingers on his temples and closed his eyes, "And my When I entered the elevator, that person was already on the elevator, I thought later, could he have come down from upstairs..."

"Upstairs in the psychological clinic?" Lu Junchi thought about it. When he sent Su back there, he had read the introduction of each floor of that building boredly. "The scope is a bit wide, teaching institutions, catering logistics department, and A point-of-sale agency for a beauty and makeup company, and even an animation company... Or, would you like to try mock portraits?"

In the absence of images, sometimes simulated portraits can also play a role.

Su Hui sighed and said: "As long as I close my eyes, I feel that the man seems to be standing not far away, looking at me all the time, which makes me very uncomfortable. I can recognize him in various photos, but If you ask me to describe what kind of face he has, what kind of facial features he has, I only remember that he is a middle-aged man in his 50s and [-]s, he is tall, and I can't tell many details..."

In my mind, that figure seemed to be clear.

But when he wanted to take a closer look and reached out to touch it, the picture shattered.

He couldn't describe his face.

At this point, the clue seems to be broken again.

Lu Junchi said: "Just to be on the safe side, I'll take a few people over to check it out, maybe we'll find something."

Su Hui touched Hemingway who had climbed onto his lap, put the cat down and said, "Let's investigate these aspects first, maybe after the other members of the behavior analysis team join, they will have some new ideas for solving problems."

Lu Junchi also wanted to brainstorm ideas, and if Director Tan agreed to their joining, it would be of great help.

Before he knew it, it was late at night, and Su Hui was a little sleepy. He lay down on the table before finishing the puzzles, and touched them with his fingertips.

His eyesight is not good, and it is a bit difficult to spell these similar colors and complex shapes.

Lu Junchi was looking at the case file of Vice Bureau Wang's suicide. Although their serious crime team was not responsible for this case, the criminal police sent him a copy of the investigation results.

Before Lu Junchi finished reading the dossier, Su Hui's voice fell silent.

Lu Junchi got up and walked over, coaxing him: "Mr. Su, don't sleep here, it's cold here, and it's easy to catch cold."

Su Hui didn't know if he heard it clearly, his long eyelashes moved, and he gave a low hum like a cat.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Lu Junchi leaned over and picked him up, then went into the bedroom, put him on the bed, and covered him with a quilt.

The light in the living room was reflected in the bedroom, and he couldn't help but lower his head and kiss Su Hui on the forehead.

Early the next morning, Su Hui was woken up by Lu Junchi's phone ringing.

Lu Junchi went out to answer the phone, he turned over in a daze, and fell asleep for a while.

After a while, Lu Junchi walked in, and Su Hui opened his eyes: "What's the matter?"

Now that the case has not been solved, one of his hearts is always hanging.

Lu Junchi said: "It's good news. Jiang Li said that he asked some people and learned something. There was a survivor in the fire ten years ago."

They also thought about starting with the original fire alarm records.

But that happened ten years ago, and the policemen have changed several times. Only one old fireman had the impression that when they passed by, the place was almost completely burned, and no one died.

In the police files, there are only fire alarm records. It is very strange that all related files are blank.

But now with the help of the media, they have found a related person.

Su Hui regained his spirits all of a sudden: "Then can we meet him?"

Lu Junchi said: "It's already made an appointment. Jiang Li will take us to meet him at his house in the morning."

The two went downstairs, and Jiang Li was already waiting downstairs, still carrying the bag they had carried when they met last time.

Lu Junchi thanked him.

Jiang Li waved his hand and said, "Thank you for that, we citizens should cooperate with the police's work." Then he turned his head and asked, "Mr. Su, that interview..."

Sure enough, I still want to interview Su Hui...

Su Hui coughed a few times: "When the case at hand is over, I will ask the leader of the General Administration. If possible, I will accept your interview."

Hearing Su Hui's relief, Jiang Li's eyebrows and eyes widened into a smile: "Also, I think the case you are investigating must be a big one, so you asked me about it. If you can report it, you must Remember me, give me first-hand information."

Lu Junchi drove the car and came to a dilapidated residential building according to the location provided by Jiang Li.They went upstairs, Jiang Li knocked on the door, and then a man in his 40s came out.

Jiang Li was born to befriend others, he handed him a cigarette, and said to him, "Uncle Pang, these two are police officers from the General Bureau, and they want to ask about the fire that year."

The middle-aged man lit a cigarette, with a vicissitudes of life on his face: "It's been ten years... I was still looking for those people at first, but in the end, I gave up."

Lu Junchi's sharp eyes saw that there were two deformed fingers on his right hand: "Your hand..."

The middle-aged man nodded: "It's the injury from that fire."

Then he took a breath and began to talk: "Ten years ago, I happened to pass by the 372 Research Institute and found that they were recruiting janitors. At that time, I was looking for a job, so I went there for an interview, and the person in charge readily agreed. come down."

Lu Junchi asked, "Do you know what those people are doing inside?"

The man shook his head: "I don't know, and no one told me, I just watched the people coming in and out of the door, and I did whatever they asked me to do. I worked there for about half a year, and the contract was not signed. The salaries are paid in cash, I thought, such a big organization, with so many people, can't be a liar, but in the end, who knows..."

"Can you remember the person in charge there?" Lu Junchi asked again.

"It's been ten years, I can't remember clearly, I just remember it was a man, a little bit strong."

"How many people are there?"

"There are thirty or forty people who come in and out. There are men and women. Except for the person in charge, the others are not very old. Basically, some people come to visit every day, some are children, and they are brought by their parents. Look, there are also adults. Their eyes are cold..."

Now that he thinks about that experience, he still feels a little uncomfortable.

Lu Junchi asked some more questions, but the man said he couldn't remember clearly.

Seeing the other situations, Lu Junchi couldn't ask too many questions, so he continued, "Then tell me about the fire."

"I worked there for a few months, and then one day, one night, I fell asleep in the concierge. The wind was so strong that day, and a fire broke out in the research institute. I was terrified, and quickly called the fire department. Then I looked for something to put out the fire, but strangely speaking, I couldn’t find a fire extinguisher that day, the fire grew bigger and bigger, and within a few minutes, it quickly enveloped the entire building.”

Lu Junchi frowned when he heard this: "How could it be so fast? Are there other people inside?"

"There are often people on duty there, and they go in and out, but that night, there was no one, and the fire was very big. When I ran in, I found that all the materials were placed on the table, stacked neatly, and there burning."

Su Hui rested his chin with his fingers and thought. It sounds like the fire was set on purpose.

Speaking of this, the man named Uncle Pang sighed: "I was honest at that time, thinking, if everything burns out in such a big fire, how can I explain to the leader in the future... And I I was very curious about what those people were doing there every day. Then I reached out and grabbed a box from the table. The box was already on fire, and my hand was burned in an instant. Enduring the pain, I took the box out."

As he spoke, he stretched his right hand. Only then did Lu Junchi see clearly that not only his fingers were mutilated, but also his palm could hardly be opened.

Uncle Pang continued: "The fire was really too big, and there was smoke and dust everywhere. After I ran out, I was a little scared. If I came out a little later at that time, the building might collapse. Afterwards, things The fire was almost gone, and the firefighters came. An ambulance took me to the hospital, and my hands became like this. I kept asking the firefighters if they could find other people there, but the firefighters Said, with them, this place has not been registered at all, and no one can be contacted, and asked me if I encountered a scammer.”

Having said that, Uncle Pang shook his head and sighed.

Jiang Li asked, "Then Uncle Pang, what did you grab?"

"I opened the box later and found that it was a CD. I also asked someone to read it, and they all said that it was just a few ordinary people coming and going. It looked like they were asking a doctor. I know what's in it." Uncle Pang frowned, "I always thought that if I contacted the people in the company at that time, I would ask for some compensation, but those people never appeared again. It has been a long time, and for a while I Doubt, all of this is my dream, but fortunately there is that strange disc, so I don’t think I’m crazy.”

Lu Junchi asked: "Then now, can we still find that CD?"

"I saw it when I moved last time." The man said, walked into the bedroom, tumbling for a while, and after a while, came out with a plastic bag, "It's ten years ago, I have already walked out. You guys If it is useful, take it. If you can find those people, remember to tell me."

Lu Junchi took it over and thanked him.

Jiang Li also knew that this disc might be important police evidence, so he didn't offer to watch it, so they bid farewell downstairs.

Lu Junchi and Su Hui took the CD and returned to the serious crime team.

Hearing that they had obtained new clues, everyone from the serious crime team gathered together, even Yao Fei became interested.

Lu Junchi opened the bag and found a post-it note on it with a line of numbers written on it, 132-49.

It looks like a number.

If it is placed in the past, the optical drive is basically the standard configuration of the computer.

But now, it is not easy to find a computer with an optical drive in the city bureau.

They asked for a long time, and finally Qiao Ze turned over an old-fashioned player from the logistics department and put the CD into it.

The machine is connected to the laptop, probably because the disc is old and scratched, making a strange creaking sound.

Yao Fei said: "This disc is not too old, can't it be read?"

As soon as the voice fell, an image appeared on it.

The image was like an old movie taken in the past, and it was recorded by surveillance. It was a little fuzzy, the pixels were not high, and the color was very gray.

Zheng Bai rubbed his eyes: "I am used to watching the high-definition recordings now, it really is that the times are advancing!"

Qiao Ze kicked him: "Shh."

The picture gradually became clearer. It was a small room with a table inside. On the side facing away from the camera, a little girl was sitting. On the opposite side was a person wearing a white gown and a mask. Strictly, I couldn't see men and women clearly for a while.

It wasn't until she spoke that they realized that it was a woman.

But the voice of the conversation was very low, and it was impossible to hear what they were saying.

Lu Junchi asked, "Can you turn up your voice a bit?"

Qiao Ze felt wronged: "This is already the biggest..."

He opened a software while talking, "Let me try to adjust it..."

After repeatedly superimposing the waveform several times, Qiao Ze started to play the video again.

This time, there was finally a sound among the rustling, and the woman who looked like a doctor said to the girl opposite: "Chen Xuexian, we will record the nine visits of your No.40."