Too many coincidences are not coincidences!

Just when everyone agreed that the deceased's "son" was likely to be the murderer, the captain of the criminal police brigade of the sub-bureau couldn't get through to Han Bo's phone, so he called the mobile phone of Ding Xinqiang, deputy captain of the serious crime brigade of the Criminal Investigation Bureau, to report an important situation that had just been discovered. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Report to the Korean Bureau, the painter has found it, but what he found is a corpse!"

"Dead, when did you die, how did you die?" Han Bo was taken aback and stood up suddenly.

Huang Jianfeng stood in the gloomy morgue of the funeral home, looked at the decomposed corpse, held his mobile phone and said solemnly: "In the early hours of yesterday morning, when a citizen was running and exercising near Dabu Lane of Guanlan River, he found a corpse floating on the river 300 meters upstream of Guihua Bridge, and immediately called 110 to call the police. At the scene of the Criminal Police Brigade of the Longhua Branch, the identity of the deceased had just been clarified, and there was no autopsy for the time being, but it was suspected that he had drowned from the corpse. ”

"The body has no external injuries, no strangulation marks?"

"Nope. ”

"What about the time of death?"

"The preliminary judgment of the forensic doctor of the Longhua Branch should be on the 26th and 27th. ”

The tenants who have rented room 12-02 of Building 3 in Xinqiao Community have died one after another, and the approximate time of death is only one or two days apart, how can there be such a coincidence in this world, unless room 12-02 is really a ghost, it is really a ghost house!

Everyone was stunned, Han Bo took a deep breath and asked, "How did you confirm that the deceased suspected of drowning is the painter we are looking for?"

"The body has been soaked in water for so long, it has decomposed, it has been unrecognizable, we confirmed it through the ID card in the pocket of the deceased's clothes and the mobile phone number used by the deceased. ”

"Be specific. ”

"Yes. ”

It stinks too much here, Huang Jianfeng walked out of the morgue quickly, and took a few breaths of fresh air in a row, "Report to the Korean Bureau, we contacted a woman named Huang Jiahui in the call record of the painter's mobile phone, she is Wu Cheng's friend in Shenzheng, on the evening of the 26th of this month, she and Wu Cheng had dinner in a restaurant in Longhua District, and then lost contact. ”

From her words, it can be heard that she is not only Wu Cheng's friend but also Wu Cheng's agent, and is helping Wu Cheng contact the gallery for art exhibitions and painting auctions. After talking to the gallery, I waited for Wu Cheng to make a decision, but I couldn't contact Wu Cheng, so I went to the hotel where Wu Cheng stayed at noon the next day. ”

The people in the hotel said that Wu Cheng did not go back at night, and the phone could not be reached, and she was worried that something would happen to Wu Cheng, so she went to the Dabu Police Station of the Longhua Branch to call the police. At that time, there was no evidence that Wu Cheng was kidnapped, and she was not Wu Cheng's relative, so the police at the police station only made a record. ”

It wasn't until yesterday morning that the citizens who were exercising in the morning found Wu Cheng's body that she knew that something had happened to Wu Cheng. She was very strange when she received our call, because the Longhua branch not only contacted her, but also asked her to come to the funeral home to identify the body. The family of the deceased also arrived, and they came by plane overnight, recognized the body, and confirmed that the deceased was Wu Cheng. ”

Ding Xinqiang was closest to Han Bo, heard it clearly, and said lightly: "Drowning, how is it possible!"

I thought that the willows and flowers would be bright and another village, but I didn't expect that there would suddenly be a peak.

The more Han Bo thought about it, the more strange he became, and asked, "Where is Wu Cheng from, and how do you stay in a hotel?"

Wu Cheng, 45 years old, a native of Dongshan Province, once served as the vice president of an art college in a city in Dongshan, and was indeed a painter with a little fame in the oil painting world. It may be that he is not willing to accept the status quo, resigned last year to come to Shenzheng development, according to Huang Jiahui, he came to Shenzheng after not very smooth, since the accident did not sell a few paintings, his wife is not very supportive, some time ago retreated, retired from the house rented in Xinqiao community back to his hometown. ”

Huang Jianfeng paused, and then reported: "A few days after I went back, a few collectors were interested in the paintings that Huang Jiahui helped him put on consignment in a gallery, so Huang Jiahui called him. I quit my job, I can't go back to my original unit if I want to, maybe it's not very smooth in my hometown, and I came by plane as soon as I received a call. ”

"Does Wu Cheng take drugs?"

"He doesn't smoke, he just likes to drink a little alcohol, I just talked to his family, and his family said that he couldn't take drugs, and Huang Jiahui also thought that he couldn't stick to drugs. Huang Jiahui also reflected a situation, when they had dinner together on the 26th night, Wu Cheng drank a lot of wine, as if he had a little bit of borrowing wine to drown his sorrows, thinking that drowning should have something to do with drinking too much. ”

Han Bo asked again: "Is it possible to commit suicide by drinking to drown your sorrows?"

"It's unlikely, he has been running from time to time, his career has finally gained some eyebrows, as long as he can sell a few paintings, the economic situation can be completely changed, and there is no reason to commit suicide at this time, unless ...... Unless Lu Lu's death is really related to him. ”

With such a coincidence, Lu Lu's death must have something to do with him.

Han Bo pondered for a moment and said resolutely: "I will call the Longhua Branch, the two cases will be investigated together, you hurry up and do the work of the relatives of the deceased, and arrange the autopsy as soon as possible." ”

"Yes!"

After explaining to the captain of the criminal police brigade of the Anbao Branch, Han Bo immediately contacted the deputy director of the criminal investigation of the Longhua Branch, there are so many coincidences and so many suspicions, and the Longhua Branch also thinks that it should be investigated deeply.

After receiving the phone call, Director Wang Dong immediately agreed to set up a "10.25" task force, with Han Bo personally serving as the team leader, and the deputy directors of the criminal investigation bureaus of the Anbao and Longhua sub-bureaus concurrently serving as the deputy team leaders.

Human life is at stake, and it is not a good thing to have another death.

But this is not a bad thing for the investigation of the case.

Wu Cheng is the murderer of Lu Lu, whether he drowns or commits suicide in fear of crime, the murderer has someone else and kills two people in a row, after the string is combined, the thinking is wider, there are more clues, and there is no longer a clue as before.

After arranging everything, packing up his things, and was about to go to the funeral home to see Wu Cheng's body, and to see the scene where Wu Cheng's death was discovered, Chang Caiyan caught up and asked breathlessly: "Han Bureau, Lin Jiajun is also suspicious, can Lin Jiajun's line be checked?"

Can't hang himself from a tree, Han Bo realized that he was in too much of a hurry, so he simply stopped: "Check, I'll call the Hong Kong side and ask my Hong Kong counterparts to investigate." ”

"I'm a member of the task force, I want to go and see, I'll go to the scene with you, right?" This is the real reason why Chang Caiyan caught up, looked up and peeked at Han Bo, and asked cautiously.

The captain of the criminal police brigade of the Anbao branch is in the funeral home, and the deputy director of the criminal investigation of the Anbao branch is leading the comrades of the serious crime squadron of the criminal police brigade of the sub-bureau to the Longhua branch with the case materials.

Han Bo weighed it and said as he walked: "Let's not go to Longhua, go to the Anbao Branch to get the oil painting that Wu Cheng didn't finish, and then go to Luohu Lake to visit a few experts together." ”

"What kind of expert?" Chang Caiyan was confused.

"Calligraphy and painting. ”

Could it be that the mystery is really on the unfinished oil painting, the more Chang Caiyan thinks about it, the more strange it becomes, and she doesn't dare to ask again.

The driver Xiaoji has been sitting in the duty room downstairs and waiting, knowing that the leader was busy with a meeting and did not eat at noon, he specially asked the master of the canteen to give the food, and when he saw that Han Bo was going out again, he hurriedly called the canteen and asked the master to put the food into the lunch box, and first drove the car to the door of the canteen and took two lunch boxes before leaving.

I didn't smell the smell of the food and didn't feel hungry, but as soon as I took the lunch box, Han Bo suddenly found that he was very hungry, which can be called hungry.

"Total, thank you. Han Bo raised his head and smiled, carefully opened the lunch box, and turned back and said, "Caiyan, you didn't eat either, don't be embarrassed, we will eat in the car today, and we will eat the battle meal." ”

"It's too much for me to eat. ”

"You can eat as much as you want, and I won't criticize you for wasting. ”

The leader was very happy, and Xiaoji was even happier, so he opened the storage compartment and took out two bottles of water: "Han Bureau, Sister Chang, eating dry rice is not good for the stomach, there is water here." ”

"You kid, you're very thoughtful. Han Bo chewed the food in his mouth, and said while eating: "It is estimated that there will be no less such situations in the future, tomorrow I will buy some instant noodles and ham sausages and put them in the car, and then hold two boxes of water." ”

"Han Ju, leave these little things to me, you are busy with big things. ”

"It's okay, remember to ask for a small ticket. ”

Eating a "battle meal" and eating with relish, there are really not many such leaders, more like an ordinary criminal policeman, Chang Caiyan couldn't help but peek at Han Bo again, and naturally compared it with other leaders he knew.

When I went to the Anbao Branch, I picked up half of the oil painting that Wu Cheng had not finished painting before his death, and hurried to a gallery in the only Luohu District, which was already 3:45 p.m.

Li Xiaolei and Jiang Yanan were sitting around a glass table with three extraordinarily dressed men and a lady with extraordinary temperament, drinking tea and laughing.

Han Bo walked to everyone's side and apologized again and again: "Everyone, I'm sorry, there was something suddenly in the bureau before departure, and when I came over, I encountered a traffic jam, which made a few people wait for a long time. ”

"Professor Yang, Mr. Zhang, Manager Chu, this is my husband Han Bo. ”

Deputy Director of the Criminal Investigation Bureau, deputy department-level cadre!

Professor Yang hurriedly got up and shook hands: "Director Han, don't say that, we have just arrived." ”

"yes, yes, we've just arrived. ”

Han Bo shook hands one by one, introduced Chang Caiyan to everyone, pointed to the painting he had just put down, and said embarrassedly: "Professor Yang, Mr. Zhang, Manager Chu, Miss Chen, you are all artists, I don't know anything about calligraphy, painting, and artworks, and I don't know how to appreciate Picasso's authentic works in front of me.

Jiang Yanan didn't make it clear on the phone, Professor Yang thought that someone had given the young senior public security official in front of him a famous painting, but he didn't know the authenticity, and wanted to ask himself to come over to help with the identification, but he didn't expect it to be like that, and secretly thought that he really lived the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain.

Professor Yang smiled embarrassedly, picked up the painting and carefully admired it with the three colleagues.