Officer Cao hurried to the ** sub-bureau and came directly to Liu Qingshan's office. said straight to the point: "Lao Liu, I need your help."

"Lao Cao, aren't you solving the murder and cremation case, how do you need help?"

"To cut a long story short, we found out that Zheng Jun's wife, Lin Ling, committed suicide by slitting her wrists on June 4, 2017. Zhao Xiaolong from your sub-bureau is in charge, this is the file we borrowed from you," Officer Cao said, handing the file to Liu Changqing.

"Zhao Xiaolong?" Liu Changqing took the file and glanced at the time of the file in 2017.

"Zhao Xiaolong was an intern at the time, why did he send him to the police alone?" Officer Cao asked puzzled.

"Normally, he will not be sent to the police alone, maybe the police in the criminal investigation team were sent out at that time, or he received a call and went directly to the scene at that time, two years ago, he suddenly asked me, I can't infer it." Liu Changqing laughed and snorted.

Officer Cao understood that it was pointless to figure out why the intern was in charge of this case now, so he changed his words and said: "Lao Liu, I speculate that Lin Ling's suicide case of cutting her wrists is related to this murder and cremation case, and I want to find Zhao Xiaolong to understand the situation, you see?" Officer Cao said and looked at Liu Changqing with inquiring eyes.

"Yes, yes, Lao Cao, I'll call Xiao Zhao over" After Liu Changqing finished speaking, he walked to the door and shouted at the office area: "Zhao Xiaolong!" ”

It felt like it was less than a second, and a young man appeared in front of Officer Cao out of breath.

Officer Cao couldn't help but take a look. After two years of training, he has matured and stabilized a lot, and his young face has retreated from childishness, revealing a capable energy.

"Zhao Xiaolong, you are responsible for Lin Ling's suicide case two years ago, you tell Team Cao about the situation at that time."

"Lin Ling?" Zhao Xiaolong thought hard, "Yes, I was responsible, at that time, the bureau went to eliminate pornography and illegal activities, leaving me alone on duty, and when I received a call from the police, I went straight over." ”

"I don't think the transcripts in this file are complete? I only saw the supermarket security captain, the cleaner, and the transcripts of Lin Ling and Zheng Jun who reported the crime," Officer Cao asked.

"At that time, the relevant personnel asked, but the case was relatively simple, and Lin Ling also admitted that she committed suicide by cutting her wrists, so she didn't sort out the archive."

"Oh? Lin Ling admitted that she committed suicide by cutting her wrists, what was her mental condition at the time? ”

"Bad spirits, she, she doesn't speak."

Hearing Zhao Xiaolong say this, Officer Cao was surprised: "If you don't speak, how can you admit that you committed suicide by cutting your wrists?" ”

"I asked a lot of questions, and she didn't respond, didn't look at me, and didn't speak," Zhao Xiaolong said, a puzzled look on his face. "It was her husband Zheng Jun who told me that she had depression and tried to commit suicide several times at home, always saying that life was boring, I sorted out the transcript and showed it to Lin Ling, and she signed it directly."

"Then did she read what was written on the transcript?"

"Didn't look"

After Zhao Xiaolong finished speaking, everyone was silent, and Liu Qingyun couldn't hold his breath, "I said Zhao Xiaolong, what's the point of signing, you have to wait until her mental state is better and she can independently dictate the case before signing!" ”

"I, I, I asked the doctor, Lin Ling is not without the ability to judge and communicate independently, she is unwilling to speak. Later, before Lin Ling was discharged from the hospital, I went to the hospital to make a record, Zheng Jun said that Lin Ling was more stimulated this time, and always mentioning this matter would only make her depression worse, and let me talk to him directly about something. Zhao Xiaolong explained in a whisper.

"Then is there any record of Lin Ling's depression treatment?" Officer Cao looked at the file and asked, "Diagnosis Certificate" issued by **Hospital.

"I checked, there was only one medical record, no treatment record. Zheng Jun said that Lin Ling's depression did not reach the point where she needed to take medicine for treatment, and she would get better if she often accompanied her to relax. This coincides with the hospital's diagnosis"

"What about the on-site investigation? Confirm that there is no possibility of homicide? Officer Cao asked

"He killed? Impossible, impossible. Lin Ling was alone in the women's bathroom, and the lattice door was locked. There was only her fingerprint on the knife" Zhao Xiaolong glanced at Officer Cao strangely, wondering how he thought he had killed him? Is catching the murderer also addictive?

"Where did the fruit knife that Lin Ling cut her wrists from?" Officer Cao asked, pointing to a photo of the knife.

"Well, this knife, Zheng Jun said it was his fruit knife."

"Where is this fruit knife sold? Is there any groceries in the surrounding area, the small supermarket asked," Officer Cao asked.

"......" Zhao Xiaolong scratched his head and said hesitantly, "Also, I really ignored it." ”

Officer Cao turned his head, looked at Liu Qingshan and said, "Old Liu, on the evening of May 16, Zheng Jun's lover died by cutting his veins in his home, take a look at the photos of the murder weapon." ”

Officer Cao said as he flipped out his phone and pulled up a photo.

Zhao Xiaolong also came over to take a look, and they were all surprised after reading it, and they looked at each other.

"The deceased Li Wenwen also went to the hospital for depression on the 15th of last month, there is no record of taking medication and treatment, in addition to Li Wenwen's fingerprints at the scene, there are only the fingerprints of the deceased who have been murdered and cremated, our forensic team and trace examination department have analyzed the cause of Li Wenwen's death, and the possibility of suicide cannot be ruled out" Officer Cao said and carefully observed the expressions of the two in front of him.

They are all women related to Zheng Jun, and they are all the same suicide by cutting their wrists, and the two cases are the same!

The office was silent again, and the atmosphere was solemn and stressful. Especially Liu Qingshan, a trainee police officer who went out to the police alone, was not in compliance with the law, and then judged the wrong case, causing the murderer to get away with it, and committing the crime again two years later, this responsibility is great...... This dossier is signed with his Liu Qingshan's name.

Liu Qingshan's face was very ugly, and he couldn't help but raise his hand to wipe the cold sweat on his head.

"What was Zheng Jun doing at that time?" Officer Cao pondered for a moment and suddenly asked.

"Quickly answer Officer Cao," Liu Qingshan urged.

"Zheng Jun, Zheng Jun said he was sleeping at home," Zhao Xiaolong replied tremblingly.

That's right, no one in the family cut their wrists at home, and they couldn't go to the supermarket with a knife, Officer Cao's thoughts drifted, and suddenly, something came to mind! He stepped forward, grabbed Zhao Xiaolong's arm, carried him to him, and asked, "What did you just say?" ”

"He, he's sleeping at home" Zhao Xiaolong leaned back, Team Cao was too close to his face, his eyes were in front of his eyes, his eyes widened, and a sense of oppression made him breathless. He wondered, what was wrong with this sentence, why did Team Cao react so much.

In June 2017, Zheng Jun slept at home...... Then he fell asleep and died. It's over! It's over!

"Oh, I see"

“……”

Officer Cao didn't bother to explain to them, so he picked up his mobile phone and dialed a call.

When the phone didn't connect, Officer Cao was moving around the office with the phone in his hand, looking anxious.

Liu Qingshan and Zhao Xiaolong looked at each other, but they didn't dare to ask, and their eyes were also fixed on Officer Cao's mobile phone, hoping that the other party would answer the phone quickly.

"Xu Ran, what number did Cheng Huihui say?" Someone finally answered on the other end of the phone, and the moment it was connected, Officer Cao asked a clueless question on the phone.

"Cao, Team Cao, what number" As soon as Xu Ran picked up the phone, such a question flew up, her mind was spinning rapidly, who, Cheng Huihui is it, how many numbers, how many numbers, it only took a tenth of a second to react "Oh, Team Cao, is it the day Zheng Jun was drugged!" I'll take a look at the transcript, wait a minute! ”

Team Cao felt like the wait was as long as a century, and the sound of the other party flipping the paper kept coming from the earpiece.

"Team Cao, June 4, 2017 17:00-18:00"

Officer Cao listened, and walked out of Liu Qingshan's office in three steps and two steps.

Two people in the office, you look at me, I look at you, a sentence floated outside the door, "Say goodbye first......

"Hey, I said, Lao Cao......" Liu Qingshan wanted to ask if Lin Ling committed suicide.

……

In the hospital, after Officer Cao left, Lin Ling stood at the window again, staring intently.

The left hand naturally drooped, and the pendant was held in the palm of his hand, the street was cold and quiet, but at this time, Lin Ling was not as calm as it seemed.

Wang Lili saw Zheng Jun, Zheng Jun was not dead, did Officer Cao come to visit late at night to tell her the news?

No, he was trying to figure out why the identity of the deceased was wrong.

If you don't confirm the identity of the deceased, you can't get a wanted warrant. Who knows?

After standing for a long time, she was a little tired, Lin Ling looked at the wall opposite the hospital bed, where a quartz clock hung there, and the hour hand was faintly visible by the moonlight pointing between eleven and twelve.

It's not early, the lights in the ward have long been turned off, and Lin Ling plans to sleep. She turned slightly, and saw the moonlight holding a long shadow of light splitting the bed in half, half bright and half dark.

Lin Ling moved her steps slowly, and the sound of slippers scratching the ground echoed in the corridor, and there was an echo in the quiet and narrow corridor, da, da, da~

It turned out that the door was not closed tightly, Lin Ling breathed a sigh of relief, she still wondered, the ward is such a small space, not as empty as her own home, how can there be an echo. Step forward and close the door of the ward.

Lin Ling remembered that Zheng Jun ran to the hospital and asked her why she committed suicide by cutting her wrists, and what echoed in her ears was that she walked from the bedroom through the living room, from the living room to the kitchen, and from the bathroom to the living room.

Somehow, Lin Ling felt that Zheng Jun didn't know him at all. The theme song of the burning years echoed in my ears

Susannah said to Tristan: "I still sometimes dream that I'm the morther of your chilgren"

Lying on the hospital bed, my eyelids were heavy, drowsiness came, and I don't know when, I fell asleep.

It seems that a strange boy handed her the mobile phone, she had no intention, just a glance, and was attracted by the video on the mobile phone: a woman on the video, in a panic, ran to a grocery counter, bought a fruit knife, and then the camera switched, she flashed into the women's bathroom.

Lin Ling tried hard to look at the grocery counter, and she recognized it, it was a grocery store at the north gate of her community. Hey? No, there is no grocery store there for a long time, and it has been replaced by a nail studio

Lin Ling wanted to open her mouth to ask where the boy's video came from, but she couldn't make a sound.

The boy went farther and farther, Lin Ling couldn't catch up, and was left farther and farther away.

In the dark, Lin Ling woke up and looked at the wall clock on the opposite wall, and could only see that the minute hand pointed to five, and she didn't know what time it was.

She touched the left hand side, found a bottle of mineral water on the small cabinet by the bedside, held the bottle in her left hand, unscrewed the lid with her right hand, drank the saliva, wrung it back and put it back in its place. I wiped the cold sweat from my forehead, lay down again, and went back to sleep.