Extrajudicial fanatic just wants to be a tool man

After Song Zongming heard about their intentions, he said he would go in and change his clothes before leaving.

"You wait outside the door."

Song Jianyu signaled the three people in the living room to go out first, and when they stood outside the anti-theft door, they closed the door again and went straight to the master bedroom.

"Dad! That half of the fingerprints must have been accidentally left by that guy. Going to the Public Security Bureau this time may clear your charges."

When he heard Qin Shiguan say that half a fingerprint was found on Wang Chengle's body, he immediately thought that this clue would be very beneficial to them.

As long as the police can follow the half of the fingerprints, maybe they will be able to catch the pervert soon.

Song Zongming took off the suit he was wearing and put on the thin cardigan that Shi Hongmei bought for him, while wearing it, he said: "I'm afraid things will not be that easy, let's go and have a look first."

"I'm with you too."

Song Jianyu went out and took the two blankets on the sofa, the pillow in his hands, and a thick coat by the way.

Outside the anti-theft door, Da Qiao covered his nose, which was almost hit by the door just now, and muttered softly: "Why is this man so rude, he almost hit my nose."

"We are here to handle the case and ask the masses to go back to assist in the investigation, not to discuss politeness with others." Qin Shiguan was flipping through the notebook in his hand.

He has memorized the contents of this notebook backwards, but he still carries this notebook with him and reads it over and over again.

The anti-theft door opened, and Song Jianyu came out with two thick blankets and a small pillow in his arms. He looked ruthlessly at the two criminal policemen who were like door gods at the door: "You can go."

Looking at the things in his arms, Da Qiao felt that the father and son were not going to assist the investigation, but went to their brigade for vacation.

When they got downstairs, Song Jianyu took Song Zongming directly to the parking lot.

"Hey, our car is here." Da Qiao pointed at the police car on the side of the road.

The young man who was holding a bag full of items didn't turn his head back. He raised his hand and raised the car key in his hand: "Let's go there by ourselves."

Big Joe:"……"

Qin Shiguan didn't have any expression on this. Long before Song Zongming was released from prison, the other party didn't like the police very much.

After several meetings, the attitude of the two sides is not friendly.

It's perfectly normal for Da Qiao to run into a wall.

The four of them arrived at the entrance of the Public Security Bureau. Song Jianyu led Song Zongming through the glass gate, and saw that the office was full of people. He pointed in the direction of the conference room and asked, "Are we still here?" talk?"

"You go in first, Song Zongming needs to talk to us alone for a while." Zhou Jianming had just come out of the director's office and signaled Song Jianyu to leave first.

"Dad, I'll be waiting for you inside." Song Jianyu carried the pile of things into the conference room.

It is estimated that a meeting has just been held in the meeting room, and when the door is opened, the smell of smoke that has not dissipated can still be seen in the air.

The whiteboard in the meeting room is full of words and symbols.

After Song Jianyu put down his things, he walked to the whiteboard and looked at the content on it.

On the left is the mind map of Yu Shuhui's murder case. Below the name is the method and location of Zhao Juan and Wang Chengle's deaths.

On the right is the name of the victim of the third case in the 33 case 863 years ago.

"Childhood, 9 years old, died at home on the first floor of Unit [-], Fengzhuang."

There is a long red line under the child's name, which connects to Wang Chengle's name, forming a circular pattern.

"fingerprint?"

Song Jianyu picked up the inspection report fixed by the magnet, and saw that it was Wang Chengle's autopsy report. This person had 21 stab wounds all over his body.

But the fatal cause of his death was suffocation, and there was half a fuzzy bloody fingerprint on the back of his ear.

This fingerprint is the only trace left by the murderer. According to the fingerprint extraction and chemical deepening of the forensics department, half a complete fingerprint was obtained, and the data was imported into the internal large database, and a result that surprised everyone result.

The owner of this half of the fingerprint could not find any clues in their special database for criminal investigation. This is a new fingerprint that has not been collected, transmitted, or stored on the public security intranet.

But this fingerprint left a strong mark in their criminal fingerprint system 33 years ago.

Thirty-three years ago, the police station of Fengzhuang Town, Jinjiang City received a call from residents at 33:09 in the morning.

The man on the phone panicked and said that he had killed someone, come quickly!

After the police arrived at the scene, they saw the victim at the scene of the crime on the first floor of Unit [-] in Fengzhuang.

The victim was a boy named Childhood, nine years old, August NO.13 was a Saturday, and the school was on holiday that day.

In the morning, the victim’s parents went to work and left the child alone at home. A thief got into the house shortly after they left. He wanted to steal something, but he saw a dead person in the living room and was so frightened that he called the police.

This burglary and homicide case was soon merged with two other cases this month because of the wound identification results on the victim's body.

And in the first two cases, the police did not find any evidence, but at the scene of the third case, the police extracted a complete fingerprint on the victim's lollipop.

Back then, some people used the old-style ID cards, and it was completely impossible to find criminals in the system with a single fingerprint.

All the policemen in the entire Jinjiang City were mobilized, knocking on doors from door to door to register population identities, and recorded fingerprints for comparison.

Thirty-three years ago, Jinjiang City had a registered population of 33 and a permanent population of 92 million. All members of the city, men, women, and children, were registered, and even the fingerprints of newborn babies were not missed.

The identity of the owner of the half coin was hard to find, and the police suspected that the other party had taken the opportunity to leave Jinjiang City.

That fingerprint has been sealed in the case file since then, and it appeared on the new victim Wang Chengle after 33 years.

In interrogation room No. [-], Song Zongming was undergoing a new investigation.

His ten fingers were re-collected for fingerprint evidence. The old man sitting on the chair calmly pressed his fingers into the red mud one by one, and then pressed them in the center of the transparent test piece.

After all ten fingers were stained with red ink pad, the other party went out with the collected fingerprints.

"We are here this time, just to invite you to cooperate carefully with the investigation. Do you know these people?"

Zhou Jianming put the five photos in front of Song Zongming one by one.

A photo of Wang Chengle smiling brightly at the camera was placed in the fourth position. Among them was a childhood photo of the victim of the third case of 863.

Song Zongming squinted at the five photos on the table.

He read very slowly, the reporter in the interrogation room and Zhou Jianming were waiting quietly.

Five minutes later, Song Zongming raised his head and looked at him calmly: "I don't know each other. I stayed in the cell 5 years ago. This one, this one, and this one."

He pushed out a single photo of Wang Chengle, his childhood, and a third-team criminal policeman himself, and said with a wry smile: "These three children seem to be young, whether they were born or now, it is impossible for me to have the opportunity to know them. "

The characters in the other two photos looked like they were in their 40s or [-]s, but Song Zongming looked at them carefully, and they were completely unfamiliar faces.

Zhou Jianming has been a criminal police officer for many years. Although he has never seen the grand occasion of Song Zongming's case, he is very clear that Yu Shuhui's case has nothing to do with the 33 case in 863.

In the past few days, everyone was looking for Yu Shuhui's whereabouts. At the same time, Zhou Jianming also went to the archives to retrieve all the files related to the 863 case that year.

In the process of reorganizing the files, they also found that many places in the case-handling procedures of the year could not be self-consistently explained.

After repeated scrutiny and discussion in meetings, he had a new idea in his mind that no one dared to think about.

The first six cases of the 863 case are very likely to be someone else.

Zhou Jianming took out the dossier that had been kept behind him, which contained the transcripts of Song Zongming's countless interrogations.

He took out the first copy from it, which was an alarm duty form.

The form contained all the conversations and contents Song Zongming had with the police when he called the police at the street police station.

Now this yellowed paper was pulled out from the dusty bag again and placed flat in front of Song Zongming.

"Remember what's on it?"

Song Zongming lowered his head and saw the report on the paper after he came out of the factory. He nodded: "I remember."

After the factory accident that day, the police surrounded the entire factory, took away all evidence, and cordoned off.

Song Zongming stayed until it was completely dark, and then he sneaked into the factory when no one noticed, and saw the three ropes hanging in midair.

The rope was far away from the victim in the sixth case and had a height of three to four meters.

Including the old rice cooker, no one paid attention to it and was thrown in the corner. No one regarded these things as related to the case.

After leaving the factory, Song Zongming stood on the side of the road and thought of the girl hanging behind him. The other party said her name was Qin Lan. He thought that although no one would believe his dream, everything here was really different from his. The dream is exactly the same.

If he calls the police, will he be able to catch the serial murderer and save the girl named Qin Lan?

So Song Zongming went to hug the false policeman, saying that he was near the factory and had accidentally seen two suspicious figures, suspected to be the murderer himself.

"You reported to the police that you saw three strangers in the factory, including a father and son..." Zhou Jianming took out the third document and explained.

The people on the chair no longer looked at the content of holding a false policeman back then, but at the cowhide bag in Zhou Jianming's hand.

Take the initiative to ask: "It's been too long, can you show me these files again? If you are willing to believe me again after 33 years, I may still be able to provide you with some clues to the real murderer. You little criminal police come to the house It is said that the latest victim has fingerprints left by someone from that year.

If that factory has not been dismantled, maybe you can extract more evidence from it with the current technology. "To prove that there is another real murderer in this world.

Logically speaking, it is impossible for people like Song Zongming to read the dossier, but Zhou Jianming has read many contents of the dossier countless times in the past few days, and now he has to ask Song Zongming to solve some doubts for him.

The things in the cowhide bag were opened one by one and placed in front of Song Zongming in order.

The cooperation between the two parties here is pleasant. In the conference room over there, after seeing the photos of the victims of the third 863 case, Song Jianyu was about to continue browsing, and the door of the conference room suddenly opened.

"Who allows you to touch our things!"

The criminal police in uniform came in and saw that the materials of their meeting just now were in Song Jianyu's hands, so he hurriedly snatched them in two steps.

"Sit there! You are not allowed to walk around here before I told you. I can tell you that all our rooms are monitored, and your every move can be clearly seen here."

The other party pointed to the surveillance camera above his head in the corner.

Song Jianyu also honestly looked in the direction of the other's fingers, curled his mouth in disgust, hugged the blanket and small pillow and went to the corner, closed his eyes and covered the blanket, doing whatever he wanted.

The next moment his shoulders were pushed.

"Boss, wake up, Zhou Qiang is here."

A man with a scar engraved on his left eye pushed the bald man who was dozing off on the sofa with his eyes closed.

Song Jianyu opened his eyes, and as soon as he saw the face of the man with the scar, he heard the door not far away being kicked open, and a group of hooligans carrying machetes rushed into the feasting KTV room.

The leader was bare upper body, with a black leather jacket over his shoulders and a cigarette dangling from his mouth, and walked up to him arrogantly: "Brother Fat, I heard that you are spending your life here today, so I specially brought my brothers to give you a gift." You come to pay your respects."

Song Jianyu turned his head and looked at the mirrored wall of the KTV not far away. On the wall, he saw a man with a thick body and a thick gold chain around his neck. He was sitting on the sofa with a shaved head and was looking at him.

Good guy, is he possessing Boss Hei?Will there be any hooligan gang wars to be fought soon!

"What's the number today?" Song Jianyu motioned to the man with the scar who pushed him awake before to answer.

"Today is August [-]th. Boss, your birthday just passed last night, August [-]th." The scarred man reminded.