heart poison

Before he was killed, Zhang Mao used his mobile phone to locate and stopped Mao Zhuping at the intersection of the three-stop road from "Chuanghui Homeland".

At that time, Mao Zhuping was holding a kitchen knife in her hand, her eyes were frantic and frightened, her whole body was trembling, and her spirit was already abnormal.She was wearing a gray-black thin coat, nervously guarding the kitchen knife, her eyes kept scanning the faces of passers-by, and when she saw a skinny man in his sixties, she ran after a few steps and grabbed the man's clothes, making sure it wasn't Liu Qiguo Just put down the kitchen knife.

Zhang Mao broke out in a cold sweat, and when he snatched the kitchen knife from Mao Zhuping, he breathed a sigh of relief.

After being taken back to the Municipal Bureau, Mao Zhuping almost collapsed. She cried bitterly and cursed loudly in the inquiry room. Her cries could be heard across a long corridor.

At the same time, the target she wanted to kill—Liu Qiguo was also found by members of the Luo'an District Bureau and brought back.

"Hua Dui, guess where Cao Dui's men caught Liu Qiguo?" Liu Zhiqin pushed open the door of the Serious Crime Unit with a helpless look on his face.

After Hua Chong had just reported the situation to Chen Zheng, his mind was in the air for a while, and he heard the words and asked, "Where?"

"A 'special' massage shop that specializes in low-income men's business." Liu Zhiqin sighed, "To put it bluntly, it is a place for low-cost prostitution."

Hua Chong's eyelids twitched, "He went out early in the morning, and he was in a hurry, is he going to that kind of place?"

"Well, and in order not to be disturbed by people he knows, he didn't even bring his mobile phone, so we couldn't track him." Liu Zhiqin said: "The Cao team is experienced and can't find anyone with conventional thinking. They sent a few team members to the nearby massage parlors to check one by one, and actually found Liu Qiguo."

Hua Chong looked at the time, "Have Liu Qiguo been in the massage shop for a day?"

"Yes. Team Cao has arrested all the people suspected of prostitution and buying prostitution in the massage parlor. The person in charge said that Liu Qiguo is an 'old prostitute' who is in great demand, but he is old. 'It's very bad, but every time I want to 'have fun', so I can only use medicine and wine, and I can't stand up afterwards, so I have to open a room and lie in it for a day until the next morning." Liu Zhiqin touched Touching the bridge of his nose, he seemed a little embarrassed, "He went early because only in the morning can he, um... get it?"

Hua Chong snorted, "Brother Xiaoliu, we are analyzing the case now, what kind of embarrassment are you doing? You still 'understand', what do you understand? If I don't understand, will you stop reporting?"

Liu Zhiqin pursed the corners of his lips, and made a sound similar to "uh" from his throat.

"Liu Qiguo went out to buy sex early in the morning. If the evidence is solid, his whereabouts today seem to be confirmed." Hua Chong was completely unaffected by the embarrassing atmosphere, "Then where was he yesterday morning? What was he doing? Did he confess?"

"In a group rented house in 'Chuangyuan Homeland'."

"Group renting house? Doesn't he have his own house in the 'Foreign Exchange Homeland'? Why go to the group renting house?"

"The second landlord of the group rental house... is also engaged in pornographic services. The whole house is divided into several rooms, and there are about ten beds." Liu Zhiqin lit a cigarette to hide that he had to say such a thing "Liu Qiguo is a frequent visitor there, and the surveillance in the house confirmed that he was indeed there at night. As for what he did, the second landlord said he was 'no way', and just spent 20 yuan to call a woman in her 40s to accompany him. Simply sleeping. I guess Liu Qiguo went to the massage parlor so anxiously this morning because he didn't do anything last night."

Hua Chong raised his hand and signaled Liu Zhiqin to stop, "In other words, Liu Qiguo didn't have time to commit the crime last night, so he couldn't possibly be the murderer who killed Luo Xingshan."

"Correct."

"Then quickly get the person away and hand it over to the anti-pornography team of the sub-bureau. What's going on in Luo'an District, collective prostitution in group rented houses is happening!" Hua Chong picked up the trash that was thrown on the table Cigarette case, I couldn't find the lighter for a while, looked up at Liu Zhiqin, "Brother Xiao Liu, borrow a lighter."

Liu Zhiqin approached and tapped him, but his fingers accidentally touched his chin.

A man's chin can't be so smooth, even if he can't see the stubble, he can feel it.

Liu Zhiqin withdrew his hand, a little attached to the touch of his fingertips, put his thumb and middle finger together, and gently rubbed them a few times.

Hua Chong spit out a burst of white air, and suddenly moved forward with his right hand.

Liu Zhiqin couldn't react in time, his wrist was caught straight.

Hua Chong's palm is warm, and there are some gun calluses, and the skin on the human wrist is extremely thin and thin, the two fit together, and the touch is extremely vivid.

Liu Zhiqin shrank reflexively, thinking that his little move just now had been discovered.

"What are you hiding?" Hua Chong said, "I'm just looking at it. Does it still hurt?"

Liu Zhiqin breathed a sigh of relief, and said in a warm voice, "Flower Team."

"Ok?"

"You have asked this question several times. The pain is long gone, only a little uncomfortable feeling."

"Really?" Hua Chong rolled his eyes, let go of his hand, seemingly unintentionally said: "Aren't you worried about you? Look at you, you have a finger, and it's about to snap."

Liu Zhiqin didn't raise any fingers at all, let alone the orchid finger, but Hua Chong still subconsciously looked at his left hand.

Hua Chong tilted his head and smiled.

"Flower team..." Liu Zhiqin sighed.

"I won't tease you." Hua Chong walked away a few steps, "The son of Mao Zhuping and Luo Xingshan is here, I'll go and see."

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Compared with Mao Zhuping who kept crying, 12-year-old Luo Wei was as quiet as a piece of wood.With his head down, he sat motionless on a chair, with a thin chin and thin shoulders, as if he hadn't recovered from the shock of his father's murder.

Hua Chong sat opposite him, looked at him for a long time, and then said: "Your father..."

"He has never harmed anyone." Luo Wei suddenly said coldly: "He is very kind, and he has always taught me to be kind. I know he is hated by many people, but he is for the sake of the safety of the community, so he is not allowed. The person with the access card enters the community casually. Did he do something wrong? Why are kind people not rewarded?"

Looking at the innocent and sad eyes of the young man, Hua Chong was at a loss for words.

After a day of investigation, Luo Xingshan's interpersonal relationship has gradually become clear.He is just an ordinary security guard, without any skills or background.Everything about him that attracts people's hatred and resentment lies in the fact that he strictly follows the rules and does not give convenience to people who break the rules and have low quality.The other security guards turned a blind eye, muddled through their work, and tried not to offend the owner, but he devoted himself to his post and did not rub a grain of sand in his eyes.

Did he do something wrong?Of course you are.

Since it is true, why is there no reward for doing good deeds?

Why are people hated?Was killed?

How to tell teenagers, it is because in this society, there are too many "losers" who don't follow the rules and lack conscience, but still think they have been persecuted.

With these people, it can almost be said that there is no reason to speak.

They have lived for decades, with bad habits all over their bodies, they are self-centered in everything, and when things don't go their way, they complain and piss off, thinking that others will harm them, and that the whole world is sorry for them.

Hua Chong rubbed the center of his brows, seeing that the young man was still looking at him with fiery eyes, his heart suddenly felt a little bitter.

Luo Xingshan's case must be solved, but what the serious crime team can do is to arrest the murderer and bring him to justice, instead of giving the boy a living and healthy father.

When a person dies, he completely leaves the future of his relatives and never returns.The murderer cut more than 20 knives on Luo Xingshan's neck, easily depriving a family of the most ordinary happiness and tranquility.

The powerlessness of the police cannot bring the dead back to life.

Luo Wei stood up, bowed deeply, and a few tears splashed on the table.He bowed so hard that his entire back tensed up.

The boy's back is so thin, but from now on, he has to carry the burden of life.

Hua Chong saw that he was trembling, and he could also see that he was desperately restraining himself.

"Please find the murderer who killed my father." The young man's cold voice just now turned into tears, as if he finally couldn't bear it, he began to sob, "My father shouldn't die! He didn't do anything wrong, he He's a nice guy!"

More and more tears fell on the table, almost gathering into a small puddle.

Hua Chong was about to get up, when he suddenly saw Liu Zhiqin walking over, gently supporting the young man's trembling shoulders.

"I promise you." Liu Zhiqin said softly, "We will definitely find the murderer."

Hua Chong's frowning eyebrows were slightly loosened, and when the young man's mood stabilized, he said: "Stay with your mother more, you are her reliance now. We can only control her by forceful means, only you can let her go. She feels a little comfort. Can it be done?"

The boy wiped away his tears and nodded vigorously.

Hua Chong paused, and tapped his fingers on the table, feeling cruel, but he still had to say: "After you go back, think about it more, if you think of any suspicious people or things you care about, please tell me right away. ?"

The boy nodded again, "I will take good care of my mother, and I will tell you everything I think of. As long as, as long as you can catch the murderer!"

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Because of mental problems and a tendency to violently hurt others, Mao Zhuping was temporarily sent to a nearby Fourth Hospital for treatment.

A rumor spread like wildfire among the patients—a mad woman suffering from cancer in the Seventh Hospital committed suicide by jumping off the building in the inpatient department. The woman committed suicide there in order to turn into a ghost and take revenge on the society.

Rumors that have no scientific basis, some people listen to them as gossip and forget them, but some people believe them to be true and swear that: the living will retaliate against society, but the dead will not?Haven't you seen many terminally ill people taking revenge on society?If I got cancer at a young age, I wouldn't be able to figure it out. Why do other people have a good life, but I don't?Why is it not someone else who died, but me?Am I doing something wrong?What crime did I do in my previous life?It's fucking unfair!Let me die, yes, but even if I die, I have to arrest a few people to be buried with me, so it's not a loss...

As soon as Zhang Mao settled Mao Zhuping, when he turned around and heard these words, he immediately shuddered. He hurriedly asked a doctor he knew well, and only then did he learn what happened in the Seventh Hospital last night.

The "suicide of a terminal cancer patient" obviously has nothing to do with the two cases being investigated by the Serious Crime Squad. Suicides of patients occur from time to time across the country.After suffering from a serious illness, the pain of treatment is unbearable, there is no hope for living, family members are involved, and there is no money for medical treatment...any reason may become the reason for the patient to commit suicide.

But Zhang Mao inexplicably felt that something was wrong, and his heart was filled with boredom, as if something was about to happen.

The doctor friend was serious when he was working, but he also liked to listen to gossip when he was free. He didn't notice Zhang Mao's expression was a little strange, and then said: "The nurses on our side also said that the patient glared at several nurses before committing suicide. Tsk, the little girl was quite frightened."

Zhang Trade said: "Fuck, you are a scientist, do you believe in these superstitions?"

"Did I say I believed it?" The doctor friend said, "You gossip yourself and ask me about the Seventh Hospital. I'm just telling you what I heard. How come it's my superstition?"

Zhang Mao was wronged, and said awkwardly: "I thought you believed it."

"Am I sick?" The doctor friend shrugged, "But there are still a lot of people who believe it, and the old ladies don't talk about it. They are the hardest hit by rumors. There are also some young girls. The guy believed it too, and went to the inpatient department of the Seventh Hospital to watch the excitement. It’s the end of the year, and I’d like to say, you policemen shouldn’t just be cracking down on pornography and crime at the end of the year. activities... Hey, Maoer, don't go, listen to me!"

The crime team had a lot of work to do. Zhang Mao knew that he should go back immediately, but he was very concerned about what happened in the Seventh Court. He simply drove to the Seventh Court. He kept telling himself on the way - I just went to see it, and I would never delay the business.

It was already late at night, and there was really no business to delay, the most delayed was his sleep time.Thinking of this made my heart feel much more at ease.

The outpatient building of the Seventh Hospital was brightly lit, but the surgical inpatient department next to it was not so bright.Zhang Mao walked straight to the inpatient department, but was stopped by the guard on the way.

He hurriedly found out the certificate, the guard looked at it, and asked suspiciously: "Didn't you come to investigate yesterday?"

He knew that the guard regarded him as a policeman at the police station, so he simply said, "I'm afraid something will happen in the station, so let me come over to check. Nothing happened today, right?"

The doorman liked to chatter, and immediately opened up the chatter box, "Nothing happened, but basically everyone was talking about the patient who jumped off the building, what was "coffin" for a while, and what was "ghost" for a while, which made people panic. I heard In the Obstetrics and Gynecology Department, several nurses who were on duty at the time of the accident asked for leave, saying that they were in a bad mood. They seemed to have been glared at by that patient!"

Zhang Mao looked in and saw the atrium at a glance, and asked, "Where are the family members of the patient? Have they been affected?"

"This family is quite reasonable, but the intellectual family is different. It's a pity that the daughter didn't live long! The treatment of this disease has cost the family money, and the daughter still hasn't been saved. It's a waste of money! What if I get something in the future? If you are sick, just rush to the road and let a car hit you to death, you won’t be a burden to your family, and you can ‘earn’ some compensation, hehehe!” The guard sighed a few words, shivered by the cold wind, and said with a smile: "It's not the first time I've seen such a thing as jumping off a building. Every time, rumors spread for a long time. It's okay, no one will discuss it after a while. Go back, it's really cold..."

Zhang Trade was absent-minded, and wanted to go to the inpatient department to take a look, but worried that he was overreacting.After weighing it again and again, I said goodbye to the guard and walked to the parking place alone.

Back in the car, he patted his face, reflected for a while, and determined that he was thinking too much, and it was because of curiosity that he thought too much.

After blaming himself for a while, he started the car and prepared to go back to the city bureau.

In the rearview mirror of the car, a woman in a camel plaid coat and a long wool skirt was walking out of the hospital gate with a worried expression.

Zhang Mao subconsciously took a look in the rearview mirror. He didn't pay attention to his eyes. He was still thinking about the case and what he heard in the two hospitals.

Qu Zhi said that people who have been in the crime team for a long time can sometimes "smell" the case.He tried to think about it objectively, and felt that he was still too "tender" and hadn't "cultivated" to the point that Qu Zhi said.Just now I felt that the matter of the Seventh Court was different, but it was because of the excessive mental stress caused by the long-term handling of the case.

"Let's go." He patted his face and said to himself: "Focus on the case, don't think about it all day long!"

??

Just before Zhang Mao arrived at No. [-] Hospital, it was time for the shift of the inpatient department. Lu Ke was exhausted. After changing her clothes, she sat in the rest room for a long time until everyone had left and she was the only one left in the room.

There was a big joke just now, thinking that the patient in bed 14 was Lan Jing.

In fact, 14 beds have already received new patients. There is a shortage of obstetrics and gynecology beds. When a bed is vacant, there will be a queue of patients to fill it up. Regardless of auspiciousness, it is still unlucky.

She was in a trance, and when she heard the 14-bed patient calling her, her eyes turned black with fright, and the little nurse was also startled.

Seeing that she was a little depressed, the head nurse asked her to go to the nurse's station to rest.There, she once again saw the man who passed her by.

This time, she saw the other person's face clearly, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

not him.Although the back looks very similar, it's not him.

It was already early in the morning, Lu Ke stood up from his seat, put on the camel-colored plaid coat that he bought only this autumn, and walked anxiously to the elevator.

On the way, I couldn't help thinking of Lan Jing again.

After a day, Lan Jing's death was spread more and more evil. Some people even said that Lan Jing chose to commit suicide in the courtyard of the inpatient department because he hoped to turn into a ghost after death and take revenge on those who suffered from the same disease as her. People who survived because of timely treatment, and perhaps doctors and nurses.

An old woman with wrinkles on her face spoke a local dialect and swore that this atrium was a place for gathering shade.

Lu Ke couldn't help shivering.

At this time, the elevator arrived, and she walked in in a daze. She was stunned for a while, and then pressed "first floor", but the moment the elevator door closed, the lights in the car suddenly flickered.

The fear suddenly surged in her heart, and she braced herself against the wall in fear, sweating profusely, and stared at the elevator door without blinking.

There are three walls in the elevator car, a mirror, and the elevator door can reflect the silhouette of people.It was probably because of her fear that she was dazzled, but she actually saw a person standing vaguely behind her.

But she was obviously the only one in the elevator!

She turned around suddenly, and when she saw the mirror on the wall opposite the elevator door, her whole body froze.

In the mirror, there is a face she has never forgotten!

After flickering for a long time, the light went out completely, and the elevator car was enveloped in darkness. She didn't dare to move, and suddenly felt that the air around her became extremely sticky.

"Crack!" The light suddenly turned on again, but it still kept blinking.

She didn't dare to look in the mirror anymore, every nerve in her body tensed up.

"Ding!" At this moment, the elevator stopped on the second floor, the inexplicably flickering lights returned to normal, the elevator door opened, and two middle-aged men with haggard faces came in, as well as an old man in a wheelchair.

Lu Ke should have retreated in, but he didn't dare to approach the mirror behind him.

The middle-aged woman said unhappily: "May I let it go?"

Lu Ke took a few steps back, glanced at the mirror from the corner of his eye, and the familiar face had disappeared.

The elevator quickly went down to the first floor. When she got out of the elevator car, she subconsciously looked at the mirror again.

Nothing but myself.

She breathed a sigh of relief, closed her eyes, and squatted on the ground to relax for a while.

It must be because I have been too busy recently and have a lot of mental pressure, so I have hallucinations and see people who have not existed in this world for a long time.

After gathering her composure, she forced herself to stand up, but she chased away one absurd thought, and another absurd thought took advantage of it.

The gossip about Lan Jing that she heard when she was at work kept reverberating in her mind, and words like "gathering Yin land" and "transforming ghosts" that she had always taken as jokes pierced her nerves like needles.

She stopped, shook her head, and said to herself, "Should I ask for leave for a few days?"

In just a few seconds, she dismissed the idea.The hospital is very busy all year round, especially the inpatient department. There is no shortage of manpower. After asking for leave, someone will naturally take over my position, which is too dangerous.

Thinking in a mess, she had already passed a police car parked in front of the hospital and walked to the bus stop.

Take a taxi or take the bus, this is a dilemma.After getting off the bus, you have to walk a gloomy path, but if you take a taxi, what should you do if you encounter a driver who is planning to do something wrong?

She thought, it depends on whether the bus or the taxi arrives first.

One minute later, the night bus came into the station. She sighed, swiped her card to get on the bus, and found a seat to sit down.

There are quite a few people taking the night bus, and the seats are almost full—because in all walks of life, there are many people who have to work late into the night, cannot afford a car, and are reluctant to take a taxi.

Crowded with these people, Lu Ke felt a sense of belonging.

When she arrived at the station, she got out of the car, and that sense of belonging suddenly disappeared with the cold wind.She watched the bus drift away, and then walked towards home.

It was a dimly lit path.Thinking of the recent "throat cutting incident", her heart beat faster and she couldn't help speeding up her steps.

Not knowing whether it was because of nervousness or something, she faintly heard that besides her own footsteps, there was another footstep that was getting closer and closer.

She stopped and turned stiffly.