Manure diggers

Zhen Jin didn't expect that the transfer he had worked so hard to apply for was unexpectedly ordered after he finished talking to others. "Do a good job, Xiao Zhen, don't lose our face in the past." The old leader patted Zhen Jin's shoulder and sent him to the car, his face was blue and white for a while, and he didn't slow down until he stood in front of Wang Shiqi and Xu Ye.

"Brother Xu......" He stood at the door cautiously, Xu Ye didn't look up, he snorted from his nostrils, but Wang Shiqi took the initiative to stand up and took the things in his hand.

"Here we are."

"Hmm. Team Wang early. ”

"Don't call me Team Wang, I'm ...... Not anymore. Wang Shiqi's tone did not fluctuate, but Zhen Jin was even more uncomfortable, he glanced at Xu Ye's side, and the other party was really glaring at him.

"What, are you hungry or not, do you want to eat something good at noon, I'll treat you." Zhen Jin resigned himself to his fate and took out his wallet, but was pressed back by Wang Shiqi: "Don't be busy eating, go out with me." ”

"Good!" Zhen Jin was overjoyed, "There is a case? ”

Wang Shiqi's brows furrowed slightly: "It's okay, it's not counted." ”

Zhen Jin looked back at Xu Ye, and the other party waved his hand impatiently at him, probably saying that he had said it early in the morning, and this time he would be replaced.

- Maybe it's an introductory test. Zhen Jin thought about it, and unconsciously straightened his back.

The suicide took place in the communal fitness area of the textile mill's dormitory.

The factory-affiliated community, which was built in the 70s of the last century, has been transformed into a low-rent housing for low-income people after several restructurings. Ten years ago, in response to the national fitness craze, a batch of fitness equipment was installed at the expense of the street office, and the iron shell was painted bright blue and red, because of the perennial direct sunlight and rain erosion, gradually wear and fade. The pedals were broken, the screws were rusted, the handles of the turntable were lost one after another, and in the end, no one came to fix them. Together with the community, the illusion of life that has been forgotten in the depths of the city.

Now someone hanged himself on it, as if to put a final end to the decay of this place.

"Recently, the weather is bad, the facilities are old, few people come here, and some people come out to walk their dogs and only call the police."

The deceased was wearing a pale pink disposable raincoat, and the hat had a plastic drawstring to adjust the tightness, which was now pulled out across the neck and tied in a knot on the blue bar.

"With his feet not off the ground, he fell and hanged himself by his own gravity. You can't do it without a little determination. Zhen Jin looked at the corpse in a circle, "Do you have identity information?" ”

The police officer who received the police handed over the ID card contained in the physical evidence bag. "In my pocket, Fu Yan, 52 years old, a local, lives in Building 305, Building 6, at the back, rents a house, and is unemployed."

No job, no children, no family, no money, no future, nothing.

Wang Shiqi drew a ballpoint pen, gently picked up the plastic raincoat on the deceased's body, and the hands hidden underneath were hanging, the palm lines were rough, covered with a thick layer of calluses, and the nails were badly worn.

There are no scratches on the neck, the grooves are parallel at the back of the neck, and the sore points of the throat are the deepest, and the sides gradually become lighter. There were two kicking footprints on the ground, light and fluttering, without any force at all.

It's a textbook abandonment of life.

"After checking around, the deceased had almost no personal contact, and he knew that he had been divorced once and had never been in contact with his ex-husband." The police knocked on the record in their hands: "If no one collects the body, it will be sent to the public for cremation again." ”

"Don't be busy, send it to the forensic examiner, report my name, and expedite it." Wang Shiqi straightened up: "Let's go to her house to have a look." ”

Zhen Jin's eyes lit up, and just as he wanted to speak, a silver-white glare flashed, which startled Zhen Jin, Wang Shiqi was not frightened, but immediately showed disgust: "Who is the reporter?" ”

"This ...... There are so many residents here, and the media whistleblowing fee is only two or three hundred, so we can't control it. The police pointed upstairs in embarrassment, Wang Shiqi looked up, and the heads poking out of the window immediately shrank back.

"Officer Wang, long time no see." The man who took the picture came over and shook hands with Wang Shiqi, but Wang Shiqi did not move: "Wang Hao, you don't meet the regulations like this, right?" ”

"Haha, don't get me wrong, I've come out of the tabloids, and now I'm doing self-media, regulations? I'm the one myself. The few whiskers at the corners of his mouth shook slightly as he spoke, reminding Wang Shiqi of a mouse in the gutter.

"Don't talk to me about this, if I can't say it, I can't say it." He wanted to snatch the camera, but was dodged by the other party. "Don't be like this, officer, didn't you also have a hot fight with the Zheng reporter of the Legal Weekly before, wouldn't it be good to change someone to partner? Let's cooperate, and the benefits are indispensable to your ......"

Zhen Jin felt a gust of wind on the ground on his face, and when he looked closely, he realized that it was Wang Shiqi who pounced violently and punched the reporter to the ground.

"Help! The police are beating people! Wang Hao howled and rolled in the puddle, Zhen Jin's intuition was not good, so he hurriedly went over and threw Wang Shiqi away to the policeman on the side, and he reached out and stuck the other party's chin: "This reporter, I advise you to be careful when you speak, now you are the first to violate the law, and you don't apply at the scene of the murder, who allowed you to come?" ”

Wang Hao's eyes were weak for a moment, but almost at the same time they showed bloodthirsty excitement: "Murder? You mean, it's not suicide? ”

- Not good. Wang Shiqi's heart sank, and before he could break free, Wang Hao had already gotten up and ran away like oil on the soles of his feet.

An hour later, Zhen Jin gulped hot soup at the wonton stall to drive away the stagnant humidity around him. Wang Shiqi broke a pair of chopsticks and pulled them for a long time, but a bowl of mixed noodles could not be eaten in his mouth.

"Don't be angry, brother, it's just a broken reporter, the great Roosevelt once said that reporters are all fucking dung diggers, and they will only get their own shit when they see it."

"It's good that I didn't get on your body." Wang Shiqi glared at him, "If that guy writes something nonsense today, you will be fully responsible." ”

Zhen Jin didn't dare to answer, buried his face in the bowl stupidly, and just took two bites, Wang Shiqi suddenly threw down his chopsticks and stood up to leave, he hurriedly fished out a wonton and stuffed it in his mouth before following: "What are you doing?" Do you want to see the results of the autopsy? ”

"How can it be so fast, and you have to queue up in an emergency." Wang Shiqi blasted him away: "I have some things, you can go around by yourself in the afternoon, check whatever you want, I won't stop you." ”

***

When Wang Shiqi entered the door, Cheng Nuo was sorting out the file, his thin and tall cheekbones were hidden behind his neat short hair, and his eyelids couldn't stop his eyebrows from sharp. Seeing him coming, he didn't say hello, but pointed to a pile of brown paper bags on the ground with his chin: "It's just in time, these are all numbered, and they are put in the cabinet in order, from left to right." ”

Wang Shiqi didn't speak, just squatted down obediently and worked hard. After moving for a while, a layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he just wanted to wipe it with his sleeve, when he handed over a tissue on the other side: "Use this." Seeing that his eyes were a little shaken, he added: "Don't think about it, look at your clothes are quite expensive, don't spoil them." ”

Wang Shiqi looked down at the layer of ash rubbing against the hem of his clothes, scribbled his fingers twice, and still didn't speak, which was about the same as a primary school student who made a mistake. Cheng Nuo was in a stalemate with him for a while, and finally deflated: "Okay, okay, have you eaten, haven't you eaten my ......?"

Before the words fell, Wang Shiqi took a step forward and rubbed her tightly into his arms.

"I'm not hungry." His voice was muffled: "It's just a little tired." ”

I am tired from work, and my heart is also tired, for the unsolved case that has no beginning and no end, for Xiao Ye, for Zheng Yuan, for guilt, for atonement. Cheng Nuo touched the top of his thick hair and let him tie himself tighter. Although they are a bit beyond the relationship of ordinary colleagues, although they said that they would just sleep for one night, she found that she couldn't explain too much reason to Wang Shiqi.

After all, she took him out of the detention center, took him to eat, drink, and sleep, sent him to see a psychiatrist, and the stray dog she picked up by herself is now dependent on her, who is to blame? Cheng Nuo sighed: "Do you want to come over tonight?" ”

They certainly slept more than one night.

Wang Shiqi rubbed her neck and became happy as if he had triumphantly: "Do I have a toothbrush?" ”

"Nope."

"Why haven't you yet?"

"Why do you have it?" Speaking of this, Cheng Nuo's face sank. There are two toothbrushes in her mirror cabinet, and the other is left by Xiao Ye. At that time, she was still her closest person, young, innocent, and her smile shone like the rising sun on the seashore.

Such a small leaf's toothbrush was accidentally used by Wang Shiqi, a bastard.

He didn't want to keep a toothbrush in his house for the rest of his life.

Wang Shiqi saw that the atmosphere was not right, and quickly changed the topic: "Let's not talk about this for now, I have something to look for you." ”

The ambiguous molecules in the air dissipated like a mist, Cheng Nuo pushed him away, and returned to the cold and hard straight of the scalpel before: "I hope you can add the words 'please help me' next time." ”

"Please, help." Wang Shiqi took out a stack of photos: "Do you remember the old man who drowned before?" ”

"The one who killed himself, you said?"

"It should be said: I thought it was suicide."

"New evidence?"

"Not really."

"I should have told you that there is no criminal suspicion, and the family has not declared it, and we must not dissect it without authorization."

Wang Shiqi lined up the photos one after another: "But today there is another one, hanging himself." Female, in her early fifties, unemployed, the body should have been delivered. ”

"Sure enough, it's you, I'll say who is so bold, it's not a criminal case and you have to cut the queue." The folder in Cheng Nuo's hand patted Wang Shiqi unceremoniously: "Let's take a preliminary check, there are no external injuries, the traces are typical, and the possibility of killing him is basically ruled out - what?" Did you find something suspicious? ”

"I ...... It's not good to say, both of them are at the bottom of society, spiritually fragile and materially poor, so it's not strange to commit suicide if you can't go on, but I always feel that something is wrong. ”

"For example?"

"For example, the way they commit suicide is a bit of a curiosity. Drowning in the basin and hanging on fitness equipment that is only one meter and two meters high, this is not like jumping off a building or jumping into a river, or even like cutting your wrists, this is an act of suicide that can be reversed at any time, raise your head, stand up straight, and you will be safe, however, no one chooses to regret it. Wang Shiqi's finger swiped over a recent photo of the kitchen: "Also, I saw the dishes stewed on her stove." That's beef. If it were me, what would I do if I was ready to die? In other words, even if you decide to eat a good meal and be a full ghost, why did you die before you could eat? - Okay, I know you have to refute me, let me finish it first - of course I know that sometimes suicide is impulsive, but if it is impulsive, wouldn't it be faster to just wipe the neck with a kitchen knife? Why do you have to find a place to hang yourself? ”

"What else?"

"And, pain. People who commit suicide seek the result, which is to die as soon as possible. But the way these two people died, to put it mildly, it was simply masochistic. Wang Shiqi walked over, put his fingers around Cheng Nuo's neck, and tightened slightly: "The limit of cerebral hypoxia is fifteen minutes, that is to say, these two people have at least experienced more than ten minutes of struggle in the matter of death." ”

Cheng Nuo's face did not change: "The questions you raised seem to be quite reasonable, but if they don't commit suicide, they have no grievances, and they have no wealth and color, who wants to kill them?" What is the connection between the victims? ”

yes, what is the connection? Wang Shiqi opened his mouth, always feeling that something had reached his mouth, and he was reluctant to say anything about his intuition, but this time, there was no other explanation except intuition. Fu Yan's home, like Gu Jianguo, was empty and crowded because of poverty—empty because there was almost no furniture except for the bed and table, and it was crowded because of the cramped, faint mildewy four walls, and there were no windows in the dark, as if they were about to be squeezed by the gloom at any time. Other than that, they have no resemblance.

He let go of his hand and buried his head in the socket of Frank's neck.

***

"Or rather, poverty itself is their link." Two hours later, the same photo was picked up by Zheng Yuan and looked at the fluorescent lamp carefully: "Do you know that there is a kind of criminal in Japan called 'happy criminals'? ”

"The kind that takes pleasure by causing riots by committing a crime, not for the purpose of committing a crime?"

Zheng Yuan put down the photo: "In my opinion, the motive for the crime may not be entirely pleasant. There have been many cases of indiscriminate homicide against elderly people in nursing homes in Japan, and the perpetrators were caregivers in the hospitals. They kill, it seems, more because of a twisted sense of responsibility. ”

Wang Shiqi frowned: "They all killed people, do you still think they have a sense of responsibility?" ”

"So it's a distorted sense of responsibility. The perpetrators presumably see the elderly as garbage that wastes social resources and takes up young people's labor and taxes, and feels obligated to remove them, like dung diggers, who dirty their hands for the benefit of all mankind. ”

"Dung digger ......" Wang Shiqi seemed to remember something, suddenly walked over quickly and shook the mouse, quickly retrieved today's news, as soon as the buffer page came out, he couldn't help but burst into a foul language.

Zheng Yuan stared at the scrolling page behind him, his face pale.

This is exactly the report of the self-hanging case in the morning - it is said to be a report, but it is more like some kind of hunting pictures and texts live broadcast - ** naked live pictures, bottomless speculation about the case, and a big exposure of the identity of the deceased. Suicide or Hunting?! The mystery behind the woman who died in broad daylight is exclusively revealed! Needless to say, it was Wang Hao, a former tabloid reporter who was punched by him.

Even scarier than that is the following message. Compared with a few sentences of "the dead are greater", more people actually maintain a high degree of unanimity.

[This kind of person, it makes no difference if he lives or dies]

[It's good to die, save a subsistence]

[My uncle is the same, he is lazy and has no job, and he still occupies my house, I hope he can also consciously commit suicide]

[If you really were killed, please ask that hero to come and contact me, I have a recommended candidate]

The mouse creaked in Wang Shiqi's hand, and Zheng Yuan gently took it out of his hand: "Don't ...... It's not worth it. ”

Wang Shiqi shook his head and shook his hand away: "Don't worry, I'm fine." ”

"Hmm." Zheng Yuan pointed to the computer screen: "If there is such a 'dung digger' for the bottom losers, then how will he choose his prey?" ”