The murder case must be solved, this is the red line of the police, after Xiao Zhang ran to the station square police station to call the police, the police on duty rushed to the scene as soon as possible, and after a simple investigation, the surrounding area was blocked, waiting for the arrival of criminal investigation and forensic medicine, in fact, there were no onlookers in the middle of the night, and there was no need to block it at all.

The criminal police brigade came, the forensic forensic center came, and the section chief Xiong of the big market security section was also called out of the bed in the middle of the night and rushed to the scene.

Xiong Guangming was sleepy-eyed, drove to the east gate of the big market, saw the police lights flashing inside from a distance, and the joint defense team members waved glow sticks to stop the vehicle, he got out of the car and walked over, and saw that the forensic doctor was investigating the scene, one of the female forensic doctors with a calf exposed under the white coat was very good-looking, young and beautiful girls doing this job, I am afraid that it will not be easy to find a partner in the future, Xiong Section Chief sighed.

There was a murder case, and Zhan Shusen, the first brother of Omi criminal investigation, also came to the scene, he was the captain of the detachment, and he did not need to solve it in person, he could dispatch troops and strategize, and several generals of the Zhan detachment and the criminal investigation department quickly sorted out the case, found the right direction, and strived to catch the murderer within the golden period of solving the case.

According to the preliminary conclusion of the forensic examination, the deceased died an hour ago, between 25 and 30 years old, with no identity on his body, no documents, no keys, no tickets*, not even money, and a knife thrown one meter away from the body, a Western-style kitchen knife with a black plastic handle, with a sharp edge and stained with blood.

Zhan Shusen looked up and saw that there were cameras installed on the building, so he asked Xiong Wenming: "Can the surveillance video be retrieved?"

Xiong Guangming sweated down, the camera was just a decoration, and it was not connected to the machine at all, which was mainly for cost considerations, but I didn't expect to lose a big one because of a small one.

"Ask the person who reported the crime. Zhan Shusen walked up to Zhang Xuefeng with a few guys and asked him to repeat what he had said more than a dozen times.

Zhang Xuefeng said that I am a merchant here, I live in the store at night and watch, just now Liu Kunlun from the East Gate Sentry Pavilion came to knock on the door of the rice noodle stall opposite, his throat was cut, and a lot of blood flowed, I drove him to the material hospital, by the way, the spring leek also went.

Zhan Shusen nodded, the old criminal policeman immediately understood what was going on, he personally investigated the scene with a flashlight, walked to the gate along the bloodstains, looked around and said, "There is a third person, who ran away on a motorcycle." ”

The police immediately launched a two-way tracking, all the way to track down the other killer who absconded, and all the way to the hospital to find Liu Kunlun.

The body of the killer at the scene was packed into a black plastic body bag and transported away, and the young female forensic doctor was very diligent and neat from beginning to end, and the old forensic doctor was only responsible for commanding, and she did the dirty work.

"Xiao Song, I have a hunch that you will be able to take the lead in the future. Zhan Shusen saw it in his eyes and encouraged.

In order not to affect the normal operation of the big market tomorrow, after the traces of the crime scene were extracted, the police withdrew, and the scene returned to normal.

……

Zhang Xuefeng is not a person who likes to gossip, but this matter is too big and too exciting, and it is useless for him to keep silent alone, so many people went out to the police last night, and the joint defense of the criminal police's public security, the leakage of the news is too simple, and an explosive news swept the entire Jinqiao market the next morning.

Liu Kunlun, the commanding east gate, was killed.

And the rumors are getting more and more outrageous, it is said that Liu Kunlun died a miserable death, he was killed by two killers who cut his throat and bled to death, and there was a layer of skin left on his head and neck, and the blood was exhausted.

"Well, I knew that this young man was too reckless to walk long. Section Chief Xiong sighed in the security department, Wang Shaoqiang, who has always looked at Liu Kunlun unpleasantly, was very happy, and quietly sent a text message to the Buddha, and immediately ran to buy firecrackers after receiving it, and the big summer is not the New Year, firecrackers are not easy to buy, and finally bought a hung earth red in a wedding company, put it at the door, several pickpockets gathered to celebrate, play the crown to celebrate, and set up a good meal at night, and then officially return to the big market.

Lu Gang knew the news in the morning, and he immediately found a friend at the public security entrance to inquire about the situation, but the person he was looking for was wrong, he didn't inquire about Zi Chouyin, and he couldn't find anyone when he went to find Miao Chunyu, and he went to the Affiliated Hospital of the Medical University according to the information provided by Zhang Xuefeng, but he still couldn't find anyone.

……

Lin Haiying slept lazily, it was already eleven o'clock when she got up, she ate something, first went to the Kodak printing shop to pick up photos, and admired the photographs, especially the last photo, she couldn't put it down.

Needless to say, the sharp eyes of the young man are also a must, Lin Haiying is full of emotion, the hometown of the hidden dragon and the Crouching Tiger, in her imagination, the author of the wall painting should be a graduate of the Academy of Fine Arts, a middle-aged and down-and-out propaganda officer who has been influenced by orthodox art, and only painted such an unrestrained work under the stimulation of something, and she went back to visit the author in the afternoon, and before that, she had to do one thing, which was to send the photo to the teacher by email.

After lunch, Lin Haiying rode her bicycle to Jinqiao Market, and she guessed that she might be able to meet the little brother named Liu Kunlun.

Coming to the vicinity of the East Gate, the big market is still bustling, people come and go, Lin Haiying inquired all the way to find the office building propaganda department, she has a good temperament, at a glance, everyone is beautiful, Liu Qi didn't dare to slack off, ask who you are looking for, what is the matter.

Lin Haiying took out the photo of the wall painting and said, "I want to find the author of this painting." ”

Liu Qi looked at it, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "What is this painting, it doesn't make sense." ”

Lin Haiying was speechless, and after a pause, she couldn't help but say, "Actually...... This wall painting is depicted with strong passion, with criss-crossing brushstrokes, unbridled colors, and no clear boundaries and order, but it is actually a stunning work......"

Liu Qi lifted his glasses and admired them carefully, but he still didn't find the highlights, but he found that this so-called painting, in fact, was a waste of paint on the east gate wall, and the waste was his own acrylic paint!

"I know who did it!" Liu Liu, deputy section chief of the propaganda department, was furious, the paint was stored in the East Gate sentry box, only Liu Kunlun had the courage to do this kind of thing if he had this bad taste.

Liu Qi took Lin Haiying to the east gate sentry box in a hurry, and when he looked at it, the paint jars were really gone, but he didn't notice that the old horse looked depressed and sullen.

"Old Ma, see Liu Kunlun?" Liu Qi shouted angrily.

Hindsight* and no answer.

"Did he spoil my paint?" Liu Qi continued.

At this time, Lin Haiying suddenly realized that the wall painting was painted by a teenager, no wonder I felt it yesterday, and the painting and people's temperament match so well.

"People are gone. "Hindsight said that he was a person who had seen blood on the battlefield, and he didn't shed tears when he saw his comrades-in-arms in Vietnam bursting their stomachs, but now when he mentioned Xiao Liu's death, his nose was a little sour.

When people get old, their hearts are soft, and they think about it as an afterthought.

"No, where are you going?" Liu Qi came late today and hadn't heard of this explosive news.

A merchant happened to be passing by, so he told him in a vivid voice* that two killers ambushed Liu Kunlun in a secluded place last night and cut off his head.

Liu Qi's face turned white with a brush, and Lin Haiying couldn't believe her ears.

"No, it's not a beheading, it's a throat cut, it's the same as killing a chicken, the throat is cut to death, and he is killed with a knife, it is a killer from the south, who specializes in seeking revenge. Another merchant added.

"I'm ......" Liu Qi gasped and never mentioned the paint stubble again.

Lin Haiying left quietly, she felt like a dream, the reality is so cruel, the young man who was still sunny yesterday broke the news of his death, and he died of a cruel vendetta, this is probably the rivers and lakes of Omi.

When she returned home, she was silent for a long time, turned on her computer, logged in to OICQ and MSN, opened her mailbox to receive letters, and her supervisor, a professor from the Fine Arts Department of the Central Academy of Fine Arts, praised the painting in reply, saying that her brushwork was swift and vigorous, integrating the styles of European cubism, surrealism and expressionism, and had the charm of the late world's top art master, the abstract expressionist painter William de Kooning.

Hai Ying replied that the author was dead, and attached the last photo of Liu Kunlun's life.

……

In the surgical ward of the General Hospital of the Armed Police, Liu Kunlun was lying on the bed, his neck had been sutured, and the bandaging was tight, and Chun Leek fell asleep on the recliner next to her, she was busy all night, after coming out of the material hospital, she was going to go to the Affiliated Hospital of the Medical University, but the ambulance suddenly broke down, so Chun Leek stood in the middle of the road and stopped a passing car, and sent Liu Kunlun to the nearest Armed Police Corps Hospital.

Liu Kunlun listened to the doctor, the murderer is more amateurish, did not cut off his neck artery, in that case, the brain will lose blood supply within a few seconds, resulting in a coma and then death, the gods can't save it, the murderer only cut his trachea, causing an open neck injury, which looks terrifying, but in fact, it will not kill.

"Tracheostomy is not a big problem, it is the most commonly used emergency surgery in clinical practice, but you kid is also lucky, in case the blood chokes into the trachea, you will have to finish it. The doctor said so.

Liu Kunlun also felt that he was lucky, but he didn't know what happened to those two killers, the one who was stabbed by himself should not live, and the one who ran away on a motorcycle is difficult to say.

The door of the ward opened silently, and a lean and capable man walked in, made a silent gesture at Liu Kunlun, and handed over the police officer card, it turned out that this person's name was Zhang Xiangyu, and he was a police officer of the Criminal Investigation Brigade.

Liu Kunlun could not speak, but was able to be questioned by the police in the form of a transcript.

Zhang Xiangyu's small notebook was full of two pages, he read it and nodded: "The handwriting is good, have you practiced?"

Liu Kunlun shook his head, pointed out the door, and made a gesture of smoking.

"Damn, I want to smoke like this. Zhang Xiangyu pouted in admiration, took him to the stairwell, lit two cigarettes and handed one to Liu Kunlun.

"Two people died, one died on the spot, and he was stabbed in the heart and hung up at that time, and the other one, the body was found by sanitation workers three kilometers away, and he rode a motorcycle into the ditch, and a flying knife was inserted in his back, which was found to be a U.S. military M7 bayonet during the Vietnam War, and there were your fingerprints on the handle, you did both of them, right?"

Liu Kunlun nodded, grabbed the notebook and wrote four words: "I want to be discharged from the hospital!"

Zhang Xiangyu smiled: "Discharged? Two lives, you have to go to the detention center when you are discharged." ”