High-IQ crime is a race of intelligence, a race against time, and a race against life and death.

When Song Feipeng drove to Sunrise Road, the two public toilets near Sunrise Road had already been blocked off by police from the local police station.

After getting out of the car, after some inquiry, he learned that in the women's toilet of the first public toilet, a female corpse was found, and the deceased was Shao Lan.

After Song Feipeng entered the scene, he saw Shao Lan's body in the innermost compartment of the women's toilet, the deceased's body was half sitting and half hanging in the toilet, and a belt was put around the deceased's neck, and the belt was tightly fastened and hung on a coat hook on the toilet partition, and the style of the belt was a lady's belt, as for whether the belt was the deceased's own or left by the murderer, it still needs to be investigated.

The deceased's hands hung weakly at his sides, his mouth was wide open, his pupils were dilated, and his eyeballs were protruding outward, and he was obviously suffocated to death.

Through the wide open mouth of the deceased, it can be seen that the deceased's tongue was also cut off, and the deceased's mouth was full of blood, but the amount was very small, and it should have been cut off after death.

On the tiled wall opposite the deceased's body, the English character written in blood appeared again.

The belongings of the deceased were left at the scene, a black handbag, a pack of toilet paper, a mobile phone, and beyond that, nothing more was found.

Song Feipeng took out a pair of gloves from his pocket, put them on, and took a cursory look at the deceased's handbag, and saw a lot of women's products, cosmetics, small mirrors, small combs, sanitary napkins, wallets, etc.

Song Feipeng opened his wallet, and there was a small pile of cash banknotes in the wallet, which seemed to be about one or two thousand, and there was a bank card of a certain bank in the wallet, as well as a few membership cards, two supermarket shopping cards, and an ID card.

After seeing these things, Song Feipeng walked out of the toilet cubicle, and Wu Yong had already arrived at the scene at this time.

Wu Yong's first words when he saw Song Feipeng were: "Dead? Is the deceased Shao Lan? ”

Song Feipeng took off his gloves, took out a cigarette and lit one, then nodded and said calmly: "Go see for yourself." ”

Wu Yong first glanced at Song Feipeng, then walked quickly to the toilet cubicle, stood at the door of the cubicle and looked inside, then paused for a moment, walked out, came to Song Feipeng's side, took the cigarette case that Song Feipeng held in his hand, took out a cigarette from it, and returned the cigarette case to Song Feipeng, Wu Yong said while smoking: "It seems that you are right." ”

Song Feipeng was noncommittal, he suddenly remembered something, threw the cigarette in his mouth on the ground, walked quickly to the door of the toilet, and asked the police at the police station: "Is there anyone going to the Star Internet Cafe?" ”

One of the policemen looked at Seinfeld and said, "Someone has already gone." ”

"Find someone to take me there."

Song Feipeng slapped the policeman on the shoulder, grinning at him, but the policeman did not get angry, but immediately found a young policeman and took Song Feipeng to the Starry Sky Internet Café.

When Song Feipeng came to the Starry Sky Internet Café according to the instructions of this young policeman, it was already more than four o'clock in the morning.

After Song Feipeng got out of the car, he raised his head and took a look, this is a two-story building, the first floor is a cigarette hotel, the store has long been closed, there is a neon logo in the middle of the two floors, and it is the starry sky Internet café on it, but one of the star words and the third bar word are no longer lit, it looks more like a star network.

Song Feipeng retracted his gaze and walked down the stairs to the second floor, as soon as Song Feipeng walked into the stairwell, he smelled a bad smell, Song Feipeng wrinkled his nose, Song Feipeng did not make any stops, and continued to walk up.

There was no light in the stairwell, it was pitch black, Song Feipeng just entered the corridor and saw a monitoring probe, but the line of the monitoring probe had long been aged, and the monitoring probe could no longer work properly, at the corner of the first and second floors, he found that he also saw a lot of vomit, Song Feipeng covered his nose and came to the second floor.

There was only a glass two-way door on the second floor, and the glass door was open, and when Song Feipeng stood outside, he could hear the sound of the electric fan whirring and turning from inside the Internet café, as well as the crackling sound of tapping the keyboard, and the sound of cursing one after another.

Song Feipeng walked into the Internet café and found that two policemen were standing at the front desk arguing with a young man with red hair about something, Song Feipeng walked over and asked: "

What are you doing? ”

When the three of them heard Song Feipeng's voice, they stopped arguing at the same time and looked at Song Feipeng, and one of the policemen looked at Song Feipeng and asked, "What are you doing?" ”

Instead of answering the question, Seinfeld asked, "What about the surveillance footage?" ”

The policeman wanted to say something, but he saw the young policeman who brought Song Feipeng walk in, and after the young policeman came in, he obediently stood behind Song Feipeng, and then looked at the two policemen wildly.

The policeman looked at the young policeman, then at Song Feipeng, and continued to ask, "Who are you?" ”

Song Feipeng frowned and said, "My name is Song Feipeng, I asked you what about the surveillance video?" ”

"Seinfeld? I've never heard of it. The policeman frowned and muttered to himself.

Immediately, he remembered who Song Feipeng was, and immediately put away the arrogant look on his face, stood upright, and said, "I haven't got the video yet." ”

"Why didn't you get it?"

The policeman looked at Song Feipeng's very ugly face, subconsciously swallowed his saliva, turned his head, glanced at the red hair, and said, "They don't give it." ”

Song Feipeng's originally frowning brows wrinkled even tighter, Song Feipeng didn't pay attention to the policeman, but came to Hongmao, looked at him, and asked, "Where is the monitoring of the Internet café?" ”

The red-haired man glanced at Seinfeld, whistling, twisting his head to the side with a disdainful expression on his face.

"Smack"

With a sound, the red-haired head, which was originally shaking his head, was slapped by Song Feipeng on the counter, making a dull sound, and Song Feipeng asked word by word: "Where is the monitoring?" ”

Although the red-haired head was pressed against the bar, his tone was very arrogant, his head turned sideways, glared at Song Feipeng viciously, and said, "I don't know." ”

"Ahh

As soon as Hongmao's words fell, Song Feipeng grabbed the big earrings on Hongmao's ears and asked, "Do you know now?" ”

"It hurts, it hurts... You let go, you TMD let go... Labor and management are dying of pain... Holy..."

The red hair screamed and begged for mercy, but his mouth kept cursing and scolding.

"Bang"

Song Feipeng's patience had been exhausted, he grabbed the red-haired head, came to the back of the bar, and saw two computers, one of which was the surveillance video of the Internet café, Song Feipeng grabbed the red-haired head and hit the bar hard, then let go of his hand, walked to the computer, and began to check the monitoring.

The policeman who first asked who Song Feipeng was, after seeing Song Feipeng come in, he was stunned, Song Feipeng's name, who has not heard of it in Changzhou City, in the public security system, Song Feipeng is the youngest police star, a police model, at least three months ago; In the eyes of ordinary people, especially those victims who have been handled by Song Feipeng, Song Feipeng is the current Bao Qingtian, an excellent policeman; In the eyes of those idle and unprofessional gangsters, Seinfeld is a policeman who is more like a gangster than them.

I used to hear that when Seinfeld was handling the case, his methods were very simple and rude, but when I saw it today, it really deserved its reputation.

Song Feipeng ignored this, rewind the surveillance video two hours ago, and then sat on the chair where Hongmao was sitting and watched the surveillance video.

The Internet café, which was originally noisy, suddenly quieted down after Song Feipeng came in, and many of the sounds of tapping on the keyboard stopped, and they all turned their heads to look at the bar, there were a few shirtless young men with over-the-shoulder dragons, downhill tigers, and kaleidoscopes, all of whom stood up in unison after seeing the red hair fall to the ground, but when they saw Song Feipeng inadvertently raise his head and look at their stern eyes, they all sat back in place.

There are four monitoring probes on the computer, one at the door of the Internet café, one at the bar, and two in the lobby of the Internet café, but only two are still working on the surveillance video, one is the bar, and the other is the hall, but the monitoring probe in the hall that is still working can only shoot a small half of the current situation of the hall, as for the Internet café box, that is, in the small room separated by a small partition, there is no monitoring probe.

What Seinfeld is watching now is the surveillance video of the bar, and Seinfeld puts his fingers on the greasy mouse, fast-forwarding.

When the time on the surveillance video came to 1:35, a man wearing sunglasses, a black mask, and a hooded sweatshirt came to the front desk and took out a hundred dollars, no

I knew what to say to the red hair, and then the red hair took out an ID card, swiped it on the machine, and then the pen wrote a string of numbers on a piece of paper and handed it to the person, and after the person took the note, he left the bar and went to a box that could not be photographed by the surveillance.

Seinfeld pressed the pause button, turned his head to look at the red hair lying on the ground pretending to be dead, kicked him, and said, "Okay, don't pretend, get up, look at this." ”

After the red hair was kicked, he was still lying motionless on the ground, without any reaction at all, Song Feipeng glanced at the red hair, stood up from the chair, and asked the two policemen who were standing, "Did you bring an electric baton?" ”

The three policemen glanced at each other and looked at each other, and the young policeman who brought Seinfeld to the Internet café said, "Bring it." ”

"Give it to me."

When the policeman heard this, he was about to get the electric baton on his body, but at this moment, the red hair, who had been lying on the ground and standing up, immediately got up from the ground at a lightning speed, came to Song Feipeng, and said with a flattering face: "This police officer, what do you want to ask, as long as I know, I will definitely say." ”

Seinfeld glanced at the red hair, then pointed to the person on the computer screen and asked, "Who is this person?" ”

The red fur only glanced at it, and then said, "He..."

Song Feipeng looked at the red hair expectantly and waited for the following.

"I don't know."

Song Feipeng frowned when he heard this, and stretched out his hand to the young policeman, who immediately handed the electric baton in his hand to Song Feipeng, who took the electric baton and opened the door.

"Big brother, no, brother policeman, no, uncle policeman, let me think about it..."

Red Fur looked at Song Feipeng holding the electric baton with a gloomy face, and the crackling sound of the electric baton, Red Fur swallowed his saliva, and hurriedly smiled at Song Feipeng flatteringly.

Song Feipeng looked at the red hair expressionlessly.

Redfur closed his eyes and thought about it, and said, "I remember." ”

Song Feipeng raised his chin at Red Fur and motioned for him to continue, and Red Fur immediately said what he knew.

About half past one in the morning, Hongmao was playing a game in front of the computer at the bar, and suddenly a person walked in, this person first looked around the Internet café, and then came to the bar, saying that he wanted to open a machine.

Hongmao was playing a game at the time, and the head also said: "Members are three dollars an hour, not three dollars an hour for members, and six yuan for night." ”

The man didn't say anything, took out a hundred yuan, put it in front of Hongmao, and said, "Drive me a machine, and the rest is yours." ”

The red hair knew what it meant as soon as he heard it, the person meant to let him take his ID card to open a machine for that person, the Internet café where the red hair was originally a black Internet café, and it usually provided Internet access opportunities for some underage student parties, and there was a stack of ID cards in the bar drawer.

After taking the money, Hongmao took out an ID card from the drawer, rushed six yuan, just enough money for the night, and then wrote down the ID number and computer password for the person, and continued to play the game.

After hearing this, Seinfeld asked, "Is that person a man or a woman?" What does it look like? ”

Hongmao frowned and thought for a while, and said, "It should be a man, or it may be a woman." ”

"You can't tell the difference between a man and a woman?" One of the three policemen slapped the table and shouted.

The red hair glanced at the policeman lightly, and said disdainfully: "That guy is wearing sunglasses and a mask, and a sweatshirt and hat on his head, how do I know if it's a man or a woman?" ”

"Then you should know when you hear the voice, right?" Seinfeld continued to ask.

"Voice...," the red fur thought for a moment, and said, "That person's voice is very central, and it sounds like a man. ”

"Male?"

Seinfeld frowned when he heard this.

"Oh, by the way, when I handed him the note, I noticed that this man's hands were very slender and looked like women's hands."

Just as Seinfeld was deep in thought, Red Fur suddenly added to the side.

"Where was he sitting?" Seinfeld continued to ask.

"Well, just sit there."

After the red hair finished speaking, he stretched out a hand and pointed to the location of a box.

Seinfeld stood up, walked out of the bar, and walked over there.