Extrajudicial fanatic just wants to be a tool man

"Jiang Wu? I have been guarding the villa area on Shizhu Road. Jiang Wu went to work in the No. [-] City Hospital every day and didn't notice anything unusual."

"Let's go to Shizhu Road."

Song Jianyu turned around, looked at Li Qin who was standing in the distance, and said, "Officer Li, please call Qin Shiguan directly after the people in the ward wake up and let us know."

Li Qin looked suspiciously at the relatives of the Song family and Qin Shiguan twice.

"I'll take her out to get Shi Hongmei something to eat, and then I'll come back. You can just call me when Shi Hongmei wakes up."

Qin Shiguan's explanation made Li Qin nod his head: "Okay, you guys go."

The two came out of the hospital and went straight to the villa on Shizhu Road, Song Jianyu sat in the passenger seat drinking the iced Americano he bought at a roadside coffee shop just now, looking at the traffic lights passing by on the street: "Isn't there surveillance on the road? How could there be no evidence of his crime?"

"In the underground parking lot of No. [-] City Hospital, many surveillance cameras have been broken for a long time, leaving only a decorative effect. From the No. [-] City Hospital to Shizhu Road, one of the roads is closed and used as an outdoor parking lot all the year round. That road There just happened to be no surveillance on Shizhu Road, and the dashcam in the basement only saw you leaving with others.

But there was no specific photograph of what the person who took you looked like, and there was no picture of you sitting in the same car with Jiang Xun on all the vehicles coming out of the exit.

Song Jianyu sneered, "So within 24 hours, if you have no breakthrough from Jiang Xun and no clues, you can only let him go?"

"After 24 hours we can apply for another subpoena for him to assist in the investigation."

"The police need evidence of actual existence for everything, which is really troublesome." Song Jianyu supported the open car window with one hand, dissatisfied with the police's various regulations and procedures.

When the car drove to Shizhu Road, Da Qiao was squatting at the door of Villa No. [-] eating steamed buns. Seeing Qin Shiguan come back, he waved, "Brother Qin, have you eaten yet? Here are the steamed stuffed buns I just bought."

Qin Shiguan glanced at the vegetable buns held in the palm of the other party, "Eat it yourself, is there anyone in Villa No. [-] now?"

Da Qiao shook his head: "No one, no one came after Jiang Wu went out in the morning."

"No one." Qin Shiguan turned his head and said to Song Jianyu who hadn't gotten out of the car.

Da Qiao looked at the strange woman sitting in the co-pilot, a little curious: "Brother Qin, who is this?"

"Professionals who assist in solving the case, I will take her to see Villa No. [-] first, and you continue to guard here." Qin Shiguan returned the car to Da Qiao.

I took Song Jianyu to the gate of Villa No. [-]. After Song Jianyu stood here again in this way, he pointed to where he was standing now: "I got off here the day before yesterday and entered the door, but How do we open this door?"

Qin Shiguan made a direct phone call.

Soon a 50-[-]-year-old man appeared at the door of the villa with a green toolbox on his back and a dark green sun hat on his head.

Carrying a toolbox, Mr. Tan arrived at the door of Villa No. [-]. He took out two thin wires from the toolbox, inserted them, and squeezed them into the spare keyholes under the electronic lock.

"Snapped!"

In three seconds, the electronic door opened intact.

After finishing the work, Mr. Tan didn't say a word, packed up his tools and left here without looking back.

Song Jianyu looked at the man's back: "This is..."

"His name is Tan Gong. His grandfather was a famous jewelry thief in the last century. His ancestral skill of unlocking and prying doors. After his generation, he wanted to wash his hands and took the exam for a civilian job in our team. He only needed this kind of skill occasionally. We will invite him to come to the scene if there is no formal way to open the door."

After Qin Shiguan explained, he took out two pairs of disposable shoe covers from his pocket, and handed one of them to Song Jianyu, "Don't leave footprints or fingerprints."

"Professional." Song Jianyu gave him a thumbs up.

After putting on the shoe covers, he re-entered the center of the living room of the villa that he visited two days ago.

"While I was in the parking lot, he gave me an injection. Then I lay here until you police came."

Song Jianyu pointed to the three-seater couch in the middle of the living room, squatted down around the sofa, and muttered in a low voice: "You said that if no one cleaned it, would it be my fingerprints and marks?"

"It's a good suggestion. I will apply to the Evidence Section of the Bureau to collect evidence in a while. Can you see if there is any difference between this place and before you were sent away?"

Qin Shiguan first took out his mobile phone, took a photo on the sofa, and then bent down to check carefully on the sofa for a while, making sure that no hair or other objects fell off, and then stood up straight again and looked around .

Song Jianyu was also looking around. Although he was locked in this villa for two days, in fact he didn't have a lot of waking time. When he walked around and observed for a while, he really didn't find anything different from before. different.

It was only when he was getting close to the dining room where he saw a huge dining table.

Song Jianyu slowly bent his head, got into the dining table and looked inside and out before looking up again, looking at Qin Shiguan: "Do you still remember that I told you that I changed Jiang Xun's life Afterwards, the life of the real murderer of 863 was also changed."

Qin Shiguan rolled his eyes: "I remember, so you are sure that the unknown boy in the Xinhua Bookstore back then was most likely the real murderer."

"Yes, Yu Shuhui was locked in a room full of refrigerators by the real murderer in the first week, and Yu Shuhui was locked in the basement in the second week. I thought that this time Jiang Xun and the real murderer might be real It has nothing to do with it, but this table is not right."

Song Jianyu patted the long table under the palm of his hand: "In the first episode, I, who was once possessed by Shuhui, followed the real murderer to the restaurant for dinner. At that time, I studied his dining table carefully. This is the dining table used by the murderer, and this should be the place where the real murderer of Zhoumu used to detain Yu Shuhui."

Song Jianyu continued, "I remember that Jiang Damin bought this house in 1997, and now it is in the hands of his two sons. Jiang Xun never appeared in his previous life. There are two possibilities. One is The real murderer killed Jiang Xun and occupied the house.

The second is that Jiang Damin, who was killed by Jiang Xungong in his previous life, lost his fertility. Jiang Damin gave the house to his only son before his death, and this son gave the house to the real murderer as a reward. "

The people who came out of the restaurant stood in this hall that was no longer the same as in many previous lives, and walked towards the basement along the route in memory, "I ruined Jiang Xun's plan in this life, Jiang Damin has a second After the death of his son Jiang Wu, the owner of this house became Jiang Xun.

But Jiang Wu lived in it every day, and the original plan failed, Jiang Xun couldn't give this house as a reward to the real culprit, right? "

After he finished speaking, he asked Qin Shiguan if there was any problem with his analysis just now.

"Well, according to what you said, you sabotaged their plans in the past. Now Jiang Xun and the real murderer may just know each other, but they don't have a deep connection with each other."

"But... that table is wrong."

Song Jianyu walked to the door of the indoor elevator with his hands behind his back, pressed the button and turned to look at Qin Shiguan, "I suggest you police take a photo of that dining table and check what brand it is. Where is it?" It was produced in one year, the table is very new and has no scratches, it is impossible for Jiang Damin to buy the table before his death, so what kind of coincidence will make Jiang Xun and the real murderer coincidentally within two weeks, Choose the same table to put in the same position?"

"They are obviously still in contact. The real murderer may have lived in this room. This table may even be selected by them together. You might as well ask the manufacturer of this table, maybe you can find out what this table is. Jiang Xun bought it, but the real murderer bought it."

The elevator door opened, and the two walked into the elevator.

Song Jianyu pressed the button to reach the negative floor.

The elevator door opened on the basement floor. Song Jianyu looked at the basement, the rooms full of sundries, and walked around it patiently a few times, and even stretched out his arms in the middle to check the distance between himself and the far wall .

"No." Song Jianyu raised his foot and walked towards the sundries of old furniture and buggies on the right.

Qin Shiguan followed behind him, using the phone light to help him illuminate: "What's wrong?"

"The size, distance and area are wrong."

Song Jianyu found a chair with a damaged backrest but four normal wheels among the debris, and sat on it regardless of the dust on it.

"Because Yu Shuhui had one leg cut off, she was fixed in a wheelchair every time she moved. Even if she was [-] centimeters shorter than me, I lowered my head and looked around like this. The space seems to have been compressed, I woke up several times in the basement of the real murderer, and even visited the various statues he placed here."

Song Jianyu sat on the chair, gesturing that there was still a distance in the direction he saw at that time.

"Although I haven't counted the exact number of those statues, the area of ​​the basement is probably about twice as large as the one in front of me."

"Here... is where he put the statues. There are at least a hundred statues, but you can only see two old sofas and three mahjong tables here."

Song Jianyu told Qin Shiguan in turn what he saw, heard, and felt every inch of the area and how many things were placed in the first round.

"Have you inquired about the two neighbors next door?" A certain person had already stuck his whole body on the wall, tapping the surrounding walls one by one with his fingers.

Knock, knock: "Boom?"

The solid wall became hollow, and the woman standing in the corner pursed her lips and shrugged: "Hollow wall?"

Qin Shiguan came over, and tapped from top to bottom along the position of his finger just now, confirming that the hollow space on this side is probably just big enough for a person to pass through.

Song Jianyu stood aside with his arms folded, watching his actions and complaining silently: "So how did your police search the villa?"

"The steps and the ground in the basement are full of dust. It can be seen from the dust that no one has visited this place for a long time." Qin Shiguan defended their professional ability.

The person standing against the wall picked up the mobile phone held in the opponent's hand, squatted on the ground and shone the flashlight on the wooden board on the ground.

The board was already full of footprints after the two of them walked around.

"If no one has come down before you come down, it means that there is an exit upstairs leading to the outside world. Should you call someone to help?"

After Song Jianyu finished speaking, he turned his head to look at the person who was groping on the wall over there, and saw that under Qin Shiguan's operation, a hidden slit slowly appeared in front of the two of them.

Six seconds later, the slit widened into a dark corridor that could only accommodate one person.