Autumn mornings are always the time when the smell of parting is the strongest, and the branches and leaves are like children who have no time to say goodbye, they are affected by the fate of the changing seasons, under the sky full of sorrow, and in the seemingly new day, they control people's feelings.

The meeting was presided over by Yang Hongbin, deputy director of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, Guo Jianping, secretary of the Municipal Legal Committee, Wang Anjun, director of the Public Security Bureau, and relevant persons in charge of the criminal police teams and police stations of various sub-bureaus attended the meeting as observers.

At this moment, Fang Ping's face was not shocked, he pressed the pile of thick materials on the table with both hands, and looked at the two people standing up under the rostrum with sharp eyes, "I don't think there is any need to carry out the identification work at all."

First of all, because the evidence is conclusive and the chain of evidence is complete. The suspect's confession of the details of the case when he pleaded guilty was obviously consistent with the facts, and the pointing evidence from the Zheng Bin case to the Wu Xing case was also corroborated one by one;

secondly, the suspect had deliberately concealed or disguised his physical features at the time of committing the crime;

Thirdly, the time of the case was three months ago, which is not a short period of time, and even if the identification work is carried out, it is inevitable that there will be deviations, after all, the victims in the case are not very old, have no relevant experience, and do not have the ability to make independent judgments. ”

After Fang Ping finished speaking, he glanced at Wang Anjun on the rostrum with his spare eyes.

"Xiao Chen, it's good that you can ask questions, but you also have to consider the objective situation," Wang Anjun opened his mouth at the right time, he took a sip of the hot tea in front of him, and then said slowly: "In the case of a complete chain of evidence, the identification of suspects can be omitted, after all, it is full of too many personal subjective factors, but the evidence is all objective. ”

Xin Chen's face was solemn, Lin Fan told her earlier that she could use the criminal's identification work to try the attitude of the above, but when she proposed it, she found that their attitudes were surprisingly consistent, and no one supported her.

She bit her lip, raised her head and replied loudly: "I personally think that Gu Yanran and Xu Man may not have this kind of judgment ability, but Lin Fan's ability is recognized in the bureau, and if he identifies the criminal, I don't think there will be any deviation, but it can be better confirmed." “

"It is undeniable that Lin Fan may have talent in this area, but compared to the subjective judgment of a minor, I believe more in the evidence we have found!" Fang Ping raised his voice and tapped on the information under his hand. "Then I reserve my opinion!" Xin Chen stared at Fang Ping.

A strange atmosphere began to permeate the conference room, and what I thought was a simple report to close the case suddenly became different, and Wang Anjun drank several sips of tea in a row on the rostrum, which was obviously a manifestation of his imminent anger.

Zhou Xiaole and Sun Zhengyi hurriedly gave Xin Chen a look, they both had a special affection for this most famous rose in the political and legal system, and naturally wanted to help her ease the tension of this needle-to-wheat mang.

Guo Jianning, who had always seemed to be drowsy in the center of the rostrum, opened his eyes in time, and he coughed before he slowly spoke, "Okay, you can continue." "Yes." Fang Ping nodded, thinking to himself, it was Guo Jianning's secretary who called last night to facilitate Xin Chen's borrowing of the file, Fang Ping was still preparing how to deal with it if he opened his mouth to support Xin Chen, but he didn't expect him to be on his side, could it be that the situation above was really reversed?

He paused for a moment before glancing at Xu Qiangdong on the side.

After getting Fang Ping's signal, Xu Qiangdong on the side turned the slide to the next page, and the photos of the relevant evidence found after the Wu Xing case were projected onto the big screen in front of him. "Most of the directional evidence was found in Wu Xing's residence and abandoned factory on Minle Road after his suicide." Fang Ping continued.

Several successive slides show Wu Xing's suicide note, Zheng Bin's investigative notebook, two mobile phones, and residual poker and **. "And ......" Fang Ping was just about to speak, but Xin Chen below stood up again, "I have a question." ”

Yang Hongbin glanced at Wang Anjun, who was frowning: "Today is the case report and closing meeting, why didn't you raise so many questions before!" ”

He turned his head to ask Wang Anjun's opinion, and when he saw him nodding, he said loudly: "Okay, if you have any opinions, say it quickly." ”

There was a howling wind crashing on the window of the conference room, and the sound of knocking sounded like someone was knocking on the door.

"It's really windy today." Someone muttered quietly.

The bell stall, the percussion sound was even more violent, like a rapid drum beat, Xin Chen raised his head, looked at Fang Ping with a calm face, stared at his eyes, and then said forcefully: "I suspect that Wu Xing did not commit suicide, but was murdered." ”

Textured sound, straight to the point.

It was like dropping an atomic bomb, which made everyone around stunned, and Fang Ping only finished stating the key significance of Wu Xing's suicide case a second ago, which was a necessary factor in solving the 613 case, if there was a problem in this case, then everything at this moment would be like a freshly built building with the foundation removed.

Guo Jianning didn't seem to react, but Wang Anjun threw the tea cup on the table.

"Xiao Chen, what nonsense are you talking about?" Zhou Xiaole over there also objected, after all, this case was handled by their second team, but he said it very tactfully, and he kept giving Xin Chen a look.

And Fang Ping, who was speaking at the top, glanced at Xin Chen playfully, and he couldn't see any mood fluctuations on his calm face.

Suddenly there was silence, and everyone's hearts rolled, and they all looked at the girl standing in the center at this moment, her soft long black hair spread out, her hair fragrant and heartbeat, her nose and chin had a bright arc, dark brown pupils, her eyelashes were not dense but long, and her eyes were firm.

She was slender but did not flinch, "It's not nonsense, I repeat, I suspect that Wu Xing died of his murder." ”

The words are conclusive, and the beautiful sound will turn into a sharp sword, stabbing straight into the dark depths.

"Do you know what you're talking about? As a police officer, you are responsible for every word you say! The atmosphere was heavy and weird, Yang Hongbin hurriedly opened his mouth, he looked at Guo Jianning and Wang Anjun on the side, and couldn't make up any idea for a while.

"Of course I do." Xin Chen swept over the few people on the stage, and finally stopped his gaze on Fang Ping's body.

"And the murderer is at the scene, among you!" She suddenly raised her voice, like a heavy blow to everyone present.

The conference room suddenly turned into a deep gray valley, and Xin Chen's words echoed in it, like a hurricane that continued to erode people's hearts, and she suddenly became the roaring eye of the storm.

The air is stirred, something raging, breathless.