Criminal Investigation Notes

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Su Hui greeted the prison guards, and when he walked out of the corridor of Baihushan Prison, the sky was already not so bright.

At this time, normal family visits have already ended, and free activities have also been closed.Probably the prisoners have been locked up in one place for intensive study, and the entire administrative area is extremely quiet, empty everywhere, like a world where no one visits.

It looks clean, standardized, quiet and tidy here.

But right here, in the iron bars not far away, what is imprisoned is the deepest sin in the world.

Su Hui straightened his body and walked through the empty corridor. His metal cane touched the ground and made a soft sound.This cane can help him identify the roads that he can't see clearly, and now he has become somewhat dependent on walking.

He walked all the way through the long corridor, passed through the high iron gate, and walked forward. There was a large area of ​​hazy gray in front of him. He knew it should be the green between the mountains and forests, but his eyes couldn't tell.

The sun cast long shadows behind him.

He turned around and saw that the prison was shrouded in mist, as if this place was illusory and did not exist.

Su Hui waited for a long time alone at the bus platform before he got the car going down the mountain.

Apart from him, there were only a few scattered people in the car.

Then Su Hui found out that what the aunt said was right. When going down the mountain, the driver drove harder by virtue of inertia.

The whole journey is like an enhanced and extended version of a roller coaster. Sudden braking and acceleration are alternated. The internal organs feel tightly held by an invisible hand, making him breathless. Before the brain adapts from a corner, it is tight Then comes the next one.

Su Hui was grateful that the aunt gave him a plastic bag when he came, and he held it, which was a great spiritual comfort.

He has always been disgusted. That kind of nausea does not only come from the winding mountain road, but more from the two hours of conversations in the afternoon, those photos of the victims, those shocking experiences, and those words, which are constantly entrenched in Su Hui's mind. inside……

When you want to understand these darkness, you need to step into it step by step and immerse yourself in that blackness before you can try to communicate with it.

The black seemed to cover his mouth and nose, suffocating him, and even wanted to invade his body constantly.

Sometimes Su Hui would feel exhausted because of his insensitivity to the world, but at other times, it was precisely that insensibility that cut off his connection with evil and isolated him from it.

His world was frozen in ice.

He felt like a cell phone that had been switched to airplane mode, cut off the signal, and lost touch with the world.

Su Hui guessed that this might also be a self-protection mechanism to prevent him from collapsing at the mental level.

Su Hui didn't vomit it out in the end, so he had only eaten breakfast today. He should be hungry, but his body didn't feel it.

The result of inhaling second-hand smoke all afternoon was to make him cough non-stop. It felt like his breathing was being suppressed.He got out of the car and walked home step by step. His steps were weak, and the old wound in his lungs seemed to be torn apart by his hands, making him feel like he was about to suffocate at any time.

At the end of the cough, he even felt a bloody smell, as if he would spit out blood when he opened his mouth.

It was already past six o'clock in the evening when Su Hui returned home, and the room was pitch black, so he turned on the light casually.

The house he lives in is nearly 130 square meters, which is a bit of a luxury to live alone.The house has only two rooms, which is a very popular high-end apartment nowadays. The living room and dining room are very large. Behind the sofa in the living room, he placed a huge desk, and made the wall behind it into a bookshelf wall.

Su Hui spent most of the day on the bed, and the rest of the time he would sit at the desk, the sofa was full of clothes, and the unwashed sheets were changed.

Su Hui turned a blind eye to the mess in the living room. He casually put down his things on the dining table and chairs, took off his clothes and threw them on the sofa, and then went to take a shower.

Twenty minutes later, he came out in a bathrobe, slippers, and bare ankles.

It was sunset now, and the thick blackout curtains were drawn in the room, so no sunlight came in.

Su Hui also likes the dark, and he rarely draws the curtains or opens the windows in broad daylight. For this reason, he specially installed a fresh air system in the house. The air is ventilated through the small holes in the roof, and the lighting is based on white lamps.

This artificial light and artificial wind can give him a sense of security.

Su Hui sat on the swivel chair behind the desk. The huge desk was filled with all kinds of books, some stacks were piled high and a little precarious.Many of them are works on criminology from various countries, and some are directly original works in foreign languages.Some of those books were opened, some pages were folded, and some had colored sticky notes on them.

On the light beige wooden floor of the house, there are some unpacked express boxes and some clothes to be washed.The students won't come to help him clean the room until Monday afternoon, which is two days away.

Su Hui suddenly remembered that something was missing. He went around to the side of the sofa to look. The litter box and litter box were both empty.

So Su Hui got down on his knees and meowed softly like a cat: "Meow..."

The gap under the sofa was a little too big, and it was so dark that it was impossible to tell if the cat was in it.

Su Hui yelled again, and his only ear that could distinguish sound finally caught it, and there was a thin response from the pile of clothes on the sofa.

Hearing the meowing of the cat, Su Hui felt relieved, and then straightened up.

Once when he was not at home, the cat somehow escaped outside, but a kind student found out and caught him.

Su got up and went to the kitchen to take out the cat food, filled the cat food bowl, and then added some water to the automatic water feeder.

A kitten finally crawled out from under the clothes slowly. It ran to the bowl, looked back at its owner, and then lowered its head and began to enjoy the dinner.

Su Hui walked over and squatted down, stretched out his hand and rubbed the cat's head, the cat raised its head to look at him, then stuck out its tongue and licked Su Hui's hand.

Looking down from this angle, Su Hui couldn't see the expression on the cat's face clearly, but he could feel the warmth of the little thing in his hands, the soft hair, it was a small mass of life.

This cat was picked up by Su Hui from a corner of the school. It was only a one-year-old male cat. Su Hui had it neutered, dewormed, and given an injection. It was named Aristotle.

Aristotle has a pair of watery eyes and is not human like a wild cat.

Su Hui's students all like it, and often bring it various canned cat food and snacks, hoping to make it fat and fat, but Su Hui always forgets to feed it, and he himself always forgets to eat, so he also Follow the master to live a hungry and full life.

After feeding the cat, Su Hui poured himself a glass of milk, soaked some oatmeal, and ate two slices of bread.

The room was extremely quiet, except for the sound of a person and a cat eating. He had dinner with Aristotle.

Aristotle's wild cat was born with an easy-going personality. After eating enough, he rolled over in his cat's litter and fell asleep.Su Hui took the materials he brought back to his desk, turned on his laptop, and checked Weibo.

The first hot search item today is the one he saw when Su Hui left home in the morning: #贝维娃迷入时间100天#.

Correspondingly, the trending search #车疯魔宋荣江about to execute the death penalty# also rose to the tenth place.

Pei Weiwei.

During this time, everyone in Huadu remembered this name.

Since the girl disappeared, her family and friends have never given up looking for her.

As early as more than three months ago, #谜望贝维娃# had long occupied the No.1 super chat in Huadu city.

There are frequent searches on Weibo, and the public welfare section of the advertisement column has been replaced by Pei Weiwei's photo, and students often post missing person notices at various intersections.

Under such circumstances, even the most dull and closed-off person can still remember Pei Weiwei's name.

People are afraid that time will dilute the hatred, and that the dead will be forever forgotten. Now, a hundred days have passed, and the people who are actively looking for her have no news of the girl's whereabouts.

She seems to have evaporated in this impoverished city, this world full of fireworks.

This shouldn't be her 20 years old...

Su Hui rested his chin on his left hand, and clicked on the trending search with his right hand. The first one that popped up was an interview video from an official media platform. In the video, someone visited Pei Weiwei's classmates and parents.

The reporter first interviewed several of Pei Weiwei's classmates, and those classmates expressed their opinions: "Although it has been a hundred days, we have never given up looking for Weiwei."

"Sometimes I feel that Weiwei is still by our side, she will definitely come back..."

"I really regret that I didn't write down the license plate number that day."

"Everyone should pay attention to the safety of taking a taxi. Before getting in the car, take a picture of the car number and send it to your friends. Be vigilant at all times..."

"I miss Weiwei... her bed has been empty in our dormitory, waiting for her to come back."

Su Hui pulled the progress bar, and the people on the screen became Pei Weiwei's parents, a middle-aged woman burst into tears: "As a mother, I beg you kind people, help me find my Weiwei ...I really want to hear her call me mother again... Until now, we still don't know whether our daughter is dead or alive. I hope to find her... Weiwei has been missing for a hundred days, and someone persuaded us to give up. I also know that hope is getting slimmer and slimmer. I think, even if it’s just to find her bones, it would be good to bury her well..."

Pei Weiwei's mother broke down in tears, and her husband continued: "This is my contact information. I hope someone in the know can contact me and provide any clues. As long as the situation is true, I am willing to pay, and I am willing to sell the house and The company is willing to go bankrupt, willing to exchange everything, whoever knows about my daughter, please contact me!"

Su Hui looked at the excited middle-aged man in the video, and then he scrolled the mouse and slid down to look at the hot comments.

"Damn it, it breaks my heart! What kind of bastard is the murderer?"

"Auntie, don't cry! We will not give up, we will work hard! Weiwei will definitely be found!"

"A murderer like Song Rongjiang, die! Die! Die!"

"Song Rongjiang has already been sentenced to death. He is dead anyway, and he won't die one more time?"

"Does the person upstairs have a heart? Song Rongjiang was sentenced for killing two other people! It's not the price paid for Pei Weiwei's death! The meaning is completely different!"

"If Song Rongjiang killed or imprisoned Pei Weiwei, if he deliberately didn't say anything, after his execution, will he never find Pei Weiwei?!"

"Have you ever thought about what if the murderer is someone else?"

"Pei Weiwei was probably killed long ago, but where is the body? I don't think this girl can rest in peace if this matter is not investigated clearly!"

"Pei Weiwei has been missing for so long, it's the police's inaction!"

"The police have worked very hard, otherwise how could they catch that pervert quickly? Now there is no evidence, don't you blame the criminals and the police?"

People on Weibo insisted on their own opinions. Su Hui looked at it for a while, closed the webpage, opened the document, and began to sort out the materials for this afternoon.He opened the materials given to him by Bureau Tan, put them aside, stretched out his right hand, and habitually touched the pen holder on the table, and then grabbed nothing.

Su Hui raised his head, only to find that the pen holder was empty.

Are you going to buy a signature pen again?Su Hui thought with a sigh.

There seems to be a black hole in this room, always eating those little things, especially pens, no matter how many he buys, he will never find them when he uses them.

Su Hui took out a signature pen from his schoolbag, and was finally able to proceed with the work. Then, his fingertips traced the name signed on the police document - Chief of Serious Crime Team: Lu Junchi.

After the second victim was discovered, the case was transferred to the Serious Crime Squad, and then Lu Junchi was responsible for the investigation and arrest. He quickly arrested Song Rongjiang, but even Lu Junchi, who solved the case quickly, did not ask about Pei Weiwei's whereabouts , and there is no way to prove whether Song Rongjiang was responsible for the third case.

Later, Lu Junchi received a new case, and the case of Pei Weiwei's disappearance was transferred back to other teams of the General Administration, and everything was in accordance with the procedures.

Song Rongjiang was then transferred to the procuratorate, where the court tried and sentenced...

Su Hui's pen clicked on the name of "Lu Junchi", leaving a black ink mark.

Su Hui had just met him today, this was the first time he met him face to face, the distance seemed very close, but at the same time seemed far away.

This name has not appeared in his life for a long time.

His memory of this name is still a few years ago.Su Hui had met Lu Junchi a few times back then, and in his memory he was a handsome, handsome man who was also very courageous and smart. He had a good impression of him. Seeing you this time, he seemed to have matured a lot.

The little policeman back then had grown up and was already the leader of the serious crime team.

Thinking of these, Su Hui felt a dull pain in his head, as if something was missing in his mind.

It seems that since that accident, part of his memory has been lost, and many things have been crumpled up in his mind like waste paper. He knows that those memories are there, but he has no way to restore and unfold those things.

Su Hui sighed and gave up thinking about it. He opened a small express box beside him, which was his newly bought puzzle.

Su Hui likes puzzles, especially after the accident two years ago.These puzzles are like signposts on his lost road, which can guide his direction.

The two puzzles he bought this time are called WavePuzzel, one is five pieces, the other is seven pieces, they are from the same series, and they are both works of Yuu Asaka, a famous Japanese puzzle designer.

Su Hui bought one blue patch and one orange patch, as long as you put some color pieces into the white platter, it will be considered complete.He picked up the five-piece one first and put the seven-piece one aside.

This is not so much a jigsaw puzzle, more like a puzzle game.Puzzles look very simple, like a child's toy.But the level of the puzzle is not low, and there are other mysteries in it.

It doesn't pursue a perfect fit, but just being able to fit those geometric figures into it.

Su Hui took a few pieces of the blue jigsaw puzzle and tried it out. Whether it was horizontal or vertical, there were always some gaps, as if something was always missing.

Every time, it seems to be infinitely close to the answer, but also seems to be very far away from the answer. The truth seems to be right in front of our eyes, but it is impossible for people to see through.

Su Hui stared at the jigsaw puzzle in front of him, and suddenly had an idea, he used his hand to tilt the jigsaw piece at an angle...

It seemed that this was the correct way to solve the problem, and soon the other pieces were assembled and put in.

It took a total of several minutes before and after, those blue colors, like the undulating shape of sea waves.When the conventional practice has no results, sometimes you just need to deflect and change your thinking to find the answer you are looking for...