Extrajudicial fanatic just wants to be a tool man

"Li Qin and I watched their surveillance for three days respectively. Among them, Song Jianyu appeared on camera less than five times, and there were two times in which he did not eat, drink or go out in the second bedroom for more than 24 hours. I suspect that There is something wrong with that room, and I want to take another look in person.”

"Are you sure?" Zhou Jianming only cared about this.

"The monitoring can prove it. The captain might as well ask Song Zongming why he knocked on Song Jianyu's room thirteen times in one day, but Song Jianyu never responded to him once."

"Go and print out the search warrant and I'll sign it." Zhou Jianmin waved his hand to confirm the matter.

Ten minutes later, Qin Shiguan led two team members into the meeting room next door with a search warrant, asked Song Jianyu to sign a paper, and then brought people to the door to check the specific situation of the rental house.

Song Jianyu, who was taken away together, was sitting in the police car, looking calmly at the rain curtain outside the car window, without any panic.

After returning to the residence, he opened the door and did not go in. He stood at the door and made a gesture of asking: "In order to prevent you from thinking that I am tampering inside, I will not go in until you have finished checking." , some please."

Qin Shiguan took the lead and walked in, signaling the colleagues behind him to take the machine and go in together.

Song Jianyu stood at the door and watched them go straight to the second bedroom. He turned on the machine he brought and searched the room.

He himself took out his mobile phone and searched the Internet for the three characters of Xigong District.

There was very little news, only a few local media accounts said that something happened in the Xigong District at night, and some passer-by accounts said that the dead person was old and miserable.

I don't know who took advantage of the heavy rain to kill people in the middle of the night and left the body in such an obvious place.

Some people also said that all the roads over there were closed. It is said that this case is still related to the previous case.

In short, there are all kinds of words, and some of them have video content. When Song Jianyu clicks on it, the screen only shows the words that this video has been deleted according to relevant regulations.

I couldn't find any videos or pictures from the Internet, and the person leaning against the door put down his phone and looked up.

Seeing that Qin Shiguan had come out of his second bedroom, he was walking towards Song Zongming's room next door. After searching inside for 5 minutes, the man came out again. When he passed the sofa in the living room, he saw the notebook spread out on the coffee table.

Bending down to pick it up, put it in front of your eyes and look at ten lines.

The notebook contains memories written by Song Zongming in the past few days. He wrote down all the contents he could still remember in 33 years.

The first line in the third line reads, dilapidated suburban factory, three people hanging in the air, the girl hanging behind me said her name was Qin Lan, and Song Zongming circled the name with a red pen ( seventh victim).

The young detective standing in front of the sofa flipped through the pages and saw that the 33-year-old murderer described his memory on the paper.

It describes that in the middle of the fish pond of Niutoushan Reservoir, when he opened his eyes, he saw that the person named Qin Lan was still alive in the fish tank, and the other party was living in the same fish tank with a group of farmed fish in embarrassment.

At the end of the notebook are the portraits of the two children, as well as Song Zongming's own conjectures.

Including how the murderer caught Qin Lan, and how he was ambushed after he rescued Qin Lan at the intersection.

Every word and every word made Qin Shiguan's eyes keep reappearing the unrepentant corpse in the morgue 33 years ago.

"Have you read this notebook?" Qin Shiguan held the notebook and turned to look directly at Song Jianyu who was standing by the door in the distance.

"I've seen it. I asked him to write it. I want to catch the real culprit more than you." Before the police came, Song Jianyu had just read the contents of the notebook.

"The real culprit? This is the first time I've heard of the real culprit catching the real culprit. This notebook is confiscated."

The notebook that had only been used for three days was taken away by Qin Shiguan, and the two team members who came out of the second bedroom also came out and shook their heads.

"There are no secret passages and other entrances and exits."

The machines in their hands have thoroughly checked every corner of the room, and they have repeatedly confirmed that there are no secret doors or other entrances and exits in this room.

The position of the window sill has also been checked. This house is more than 30 years old, and the windows are still old-fashioned multi-grid anti-theft iron windows. Adults can only pass their arms through the gap at most. The possibility of getting through the whole person is zero. .

"I rented this house for less than half a month, even if I want to dig a tunnel, I don't have enough time." Song Jianyu spread his palms, and his eyes fell on the three policemen who were stalemate in the living room: "If you are worried, You can even check the door behind me."

He stepped aside and asked them to come for an examination.

The policeman with the machine really came over and checked all the positions behind the door panel behind him, and shook his head after confirming that there was no problem: "No."

"Go back to the game."

Song Jianyu was pulled into the car again, and surrounded by two policemen in the back row, he went down to the criminal investigation brigade. Before leaving, he took the goose-yellow blanket on the sofa with him.

When we arrived at the police station, the rain stopped. Because of the case in the Xigong District, the entire police station is now brightly lit from top to bottom.

Even the sleeping bureau chief Shi Hongwei drove over after hearing about this incident.

The Evidence Department and the forensic doctor dissected the corpse overnight and analyzed the traces of the crime scene to find clues.

"What do you think about this matter?" Shi Hongwei stood in front of the monitor, looked at Song Zongming on the screen, and asked the people around him what they thought.

"I suspect it's a copycat criminal. We also called the hospital experts about Song Zongming's situation. The experts said that with his current physical ability, it is impossible to commit all crimes." Zhou Jianming was also watching Song Zongming on the screen. Zong Ming.

Under the gaze of the three, the door of the conference room was opened from the outside, and Song Zongming, who was sitting with his back to the door, turned and looked over.

"Dad, it's cold at night and I brought the blanket from home." Song Jueyu shook off the thick light yellow blanket in his hand and draped it over the shoulders of the old man sitting on the chair.

The interaction between the father and son fell into another room through the camera without any omission.

"Do you think it's possible..." Shi Hongwei lifted his chin, and his eyes fell on the young face on the screen that looked exactly like Song Zongming 33 years ago.

"I asked Xiaoqin to search their residence. Now people should come back and ask me." Zhou Jianming did not directly agree with the director's guess.

Turning around, I changed the subject, "When I asked Xiao Qin to bring people to search the house, I heard another thing from Song Zongming. It is said that Song Jianyu suffered from a drowsy disease.

Sometimes the descendant couldn't wake up at all after falling asleep, and he went to the hospital for an examination. The hospital was looking for his previous case, and the hospital said that the case would be sent to us at about 09:30 in the morning. "

"Whether this case was committed by himself or a copycat criminal, we must find the real culprit as soon as possible, otherwise the gang of media around outside will spread rumors all over the sky and cause panic among the citizens."

Shi Hongwei said: "I'll give you ten days, within ten days you must solve this case!"

"Yes!"

"Go out and get busy."

Zhou Jianming came out of the room and saw Qin Shiguan sitting at his desk looking at something in the distance. Thinking that he went there to search just now, he went around and said, "Xiao Qin."

Qin Shiguan closed the notebook in his hand, stood up and looked directly at the person who came: "All have been searched, there is no basement or secret door in the room."

"What is this? From the Song family?" Zhou Jianming pointed to the notebook in his hand.

The other party's eyes dimmed and he lowered his head, looking at the notebook in his hand, "It's Song Zongming's memories about 33 years ago written after he was released from prison."

Hearing that it was related to 33 years ago, Zhou Jianming took a few steps closer and asked while taking the notebook in his hand: "Did you see any new clues?"

"No, it's still the remarks he made back then, which were all absurd and nonsensical."

Hearing this, Zhou Jianming had already opened the notebook, flipped through a few pages, and then returned the notebook to the other party, "If there are no clues, then look for new clues. I and the police both suspect that there are imitators. Father and son wasting time, and we have to split up to find more powerful suspects."

"I know."

"Do it well." Zhou Jianming patted him on the shoulder and left.

Qin Shiguan was left standing alone, looking at the notebook on his desk.

The content written there was the last screen content of his sister Qin Lan before she was alive. He knew that it might be fake, but he still couldn't help looking at it again and again.

In the meeting room, Song Jianyu poured another cup of hot water for Song Zongming, and then used his mobile phone to order two snacks with less oil and less salt for the two of them on the delivery software.

When the delivery man came to the door of the office with the supper order, he thought it was ordered by the criminal police inside, and was about to call for someone when he saw a figure quickly come out of the conference room.

In front of many busy criminal policemen, he enthusiastically waved to the delivery man: "Here, here."

"Your supper, I wish you a happy meal." The delivery man thought that this person was also a criminal policeman, and he didn't forget to ask for a good review when he handed the fast food to the other party.

After he left, Song Jianyu walked in the office area of ​​the Criminal Investigation Brigade with two snacks in hand, pushed open the door of the conference room with a calm expression, and walked in.

After a while, the smell of fried rice noodles gradually wafted from the direction of the conference room.

Many criminal policemen who rushed to work after receiving a call in the middle of the night first ran to the scene of the crime in the rain for a few hours when they came back, and then they were so busy that they didn't touch the ground when they came back, but at this time someone ordered supper in front of them. I ate it too!have eaten!

In the meeting room, Song Jianyu opened his share of fried rice noodles, and then opened the lid of Song Zongming's old fire shrimp porridge: "Eat, I don't know how long we've been here, so we can't go hungry."

Song Zongming hadn't dealt with outsiders for many years, and the people sitting outside were all criminal police officers. He was a little nervous looking at the delicious shrimp porridge in front of him: "Is it okay for us to eat like this?"

"No problem, we're just here to assist in the investigation, and we haven't violated the law. In a society ruled by law, evidence is required in everything we do. One of our father and son is not in good health at such an age, and the other has narcolepsy and often accidentally sleeps for 24 hours. What bad things can we do, don't worry about me in everything."

Song Jianyu whispered in his ear: "At worst, you will look at me after eating. I'll sleep and try to see if I can wear it on the murderer."

This idea is good, Song Zongming picked up the spoon and started to drink the porridge, wanting to eat and drink enough to watch over his son carefully, so as not to hold him back.