Wu Ping was smoking.

He was distressed, two weeks had passed, and there was still no progress in the case, and they had too few leads. No fingerprints were collected at the scene of the crime, and the source of the catapult that killed Zhou Guoqiang and Wu Changan was not clarified. After so many years of criminal investigation, for the first time, he felt that he had nowhere to focus, like a punch in cotton.

Criminal policeman Liu Debao has just returned from Pingyang County, Wu Changan's hometown.

"What did you find?" Seeing Liu Debao, Wu Ping's eyes lit up.

Liu Debao picked up the tea on the coffee table and sent it to his mouth. Wu Ping had just soaked it for a short time, and it hadn't cooled down yet. It was too late for him to stop it, and Liu Debao screamed when he was hot.

"When will your fiery personality change?"

"It's over. I was going to let you comfort me and invite me to drink wine and eat meat, but now it's no fun. Liu Debao drank a few sips of cold water before slowly calming down. He sat down across from Mr. Wuping's desk and handed over a dozen confessions. Wu Changan rarely returned to Binh Duong, the most recent one before his relative's wedding, about ten years ago. There are not many surviving elders in the hometown, an uncle, an aunt, and an uncle, and there are no brothers and sisters. The younger generation has little impression of him, not to mention the neighbors, who went out after graduating from junior high school and had already married and had children when he returned home. Liu Debao took a sip and continued, "Everyone who can ask has asked, but I haven't collected anything useful." ”

After listening to this, Wu Ping slapped his hands on the table, and said angrily, "Okay, you Liu Debao, you have traveled all the way to Pingyang, and you will bring me back such a result, are you going to the mountains and rivers?" ”

Liu Debao smiled bitterly, "Wronged, martial arts team, I don't dare to slack off at all, and I don't dare to delay for a moment." ”

"Say, what else, you must have found something, say it, you kid."

"So, the entire criminal police brigade, our captain knows me best, and I usually say this to my brothers." Seeing Wu Ping pull down his face, Liu Debao hurriedly returned to his normal shape, "When I asked, I really didn't find anything suspicious. But then I thought that the murderer of a death like Wu Changan and Zhou Guoqiang was definitely not for money, let alone for ......lust," he couldn't help but laugh when he said the color word, "Then, more than ninety percent of them have a deep hatred with others, and the murderer is here for revenge." Follow this line of thought, and sure enough...... Martial arts team, guess what? Liu Debao didn't say any more, but asked Wu Ping rhetorically.

"Say it quickly, sell less, be careful that I beat you." Wu Ping's words were fierce, but his heart was already excited, and he couldn't put down the clever and intelligent apprentice in front of him, but he still retained a little naïve and naughty.

Liu Debao shrugged his shoulders and continued, "We have seen Wu Chang'an's files, from 1970 to 1976, he went up the mountain to the countryside to Zi County. There were six other people who went with them, a total of seven people, six men and one woman. At the end of 1976, before returning to the city, strange things happened, one of the men, who left a suicide note, committed suicide. Liu Debao lowered his voice, the interval between words was long, and he said gloomily, he drank saliva, and then continued, "And that woman committed suicide by jumping into the river not long after." ”

Wu Ping crossed his hands on his chest and looked at Liu Debao fixedly, "Bao, did you go to Pingyang to investigate cases or collect anecdotes?" What kind of important discovery is this, and what does this have to do with the deaths of Zhou Guoqiang and Wu Changan? Wu Ping's anger rose again.

After calming down a little, Wu Ping asked again, "Who did you listen to these things?" ”

"Wu Changan's uncle. Although Wu Changan rarely returned to his hometown in Pingyang, he had a good relationship with his uncle, and he often wrote letters to his uncle during the years when he was an educated youth. I had planned to borrow those letters, but the old man couldn't remember where they were hiding them. ”

"What's the deal with that woman's suicide?"

"It was also Wu Changan's uncle who told me. He didn't know exactly what was going on. Captain, don't think that what I have collected is just anecdotes, I think that Wu Changan's death is very likely to be related to the suicide case of the educated youth back then. ”

"Nonsense...... Well, you've worked hard all the way. Go home and take a shower and call a few brothers out for drinks in the evening. If there is no merit, reward your hard work. ”

After Liu Debao left, Wu Ping's mood became turbulent: although there are many absurd things that happen among the educated youth, it is the first time that Wu Changan and others have heard of it. What is suicide all about? If it's time to return to the city, why commit suicide? Is it really suicide? Or did he kill and be mistaken for suicide? Wu Ping faintly felt that there should be an article in the middle. Don't really be convinced by Liu Debao's words, Wu Changan's death is related to the educated youth of the year?

Criminal investigators who do not have a spirit of suspicion are certainly not qualified. "Well, it seems that it is necessary to go to Zixian County to find out the truth about the suicide of the educated youth." Wu Ping muttered to himself.

At this time, the phone rang, it was from Guangong Town Middle School - a fire broke out in the guard room, and the doorman Li Chuang was burned to death in the room.

Wu Ping grabbed the police uniform with his backhand and rushed out of the door. As soon as he arrived at the staircase, Liu Debao greeted him, "Martial arts team, the report center called and said that there was a fire in Guangong Town Middle School and burned people to death. ”

"Got it, call a taxi, come with me."

When I arrived at Guangong Town Middle School, it was already evening. The sun squeezed the last remaining rays of its rays through the clouds and onto the middle school playground. It's as red as blood, Li Chuang's blood. No! Li Chuang's blood has been burned dry by the fire, it is the blood and tears shed by God, and he is crying about the misfortune of Guangong Town Middle School - in less than half a month, three people died inexplicably in a row.

The ashes, the beds and rafters that had not been burned out, the water that people had sprinkled to fight the fire, all mixed together, and the walls that had been half-tilted after being scorched by the fire, the scene was a mess. The police station has set up a cordon to prevent the curiosity of the masses from destroying the scene.

The director was the first to greet him: "Martial arts team, there are dead people, and we have protected the scene." He gestured to a group of black objects in the ashes.

It was Li Chuang's corpse.

"Very good, hard work." Wu Ping put on his gloves.

Vice Principal Geng Score came up, his face was covered with soot, which was caused by leading the team to fight the fire, "Captain Wu, thank you for your hard work." His voice was a little choked. Including him, all the school leaders, faculty, staff, and students could hardly bear this series of unfortunate terrorist incidents.

Wu Ping looked around the scene, "Principal Geng, please inform me, leave the people who are familiar with what happened, and call everyone else back, don't gather here." The tone was decisive and serious, and he had to be listened to.

"The general situation, I'll tell you." Director Zhang volunteered. Although the two are of the same level, Wu Ping is old, experienced, and in charge of criminal investigation, and it has long been rumored in the bureau that he will soon be promoted to deputy director.

"Okay, let's go in together." Wu Ping looked at the director and Liu Debao.

The three of them carefully crossed the cordon and entered the scene of the fire.

Fire and water are merciless. After a fire raged, there was not much useful left. Li Chuang was lying face down in the middle of the guard's room, his legs slightly bent, and his hands stretched out from the left and right under his neck. The whole person was charred by the fire and could not be distinguished.

"Is this Li Chuang?" As soon as Liu Debao finished asking, a gust of wind blew in his face, mixed with the smell of burnt corpses, and he finally couldn't help but vomit.

Wu Ping glared at him fiercely, this is Liu Debao's worst habit.

"Yes, it's the doorman Li Chuang." Director Zhang replied.

"Are there any eyewitnesses?" Wu Ping asked.

"No...... In addition to the doorman Li Chuang, who else will be burned to death in the guard room, everyone says so. Director Zhang was a little weak-hearted, he didn't expect Wu Ping to ask this question.

"When the fire was burning, did anyone see Li Chuang in the room?" Wu Ping asked again.

"Nope."

"Do you hear the cries for help? Li Chuang's voice. ”

"Not either."

"It was afternoon class time, and everyone was in the classroom. I heard someone shouting for a fire and running out of the office, the fire was already very big. Lao Li usually likes to change some bottles and cans, and the room is full of things, and when it catches fire, it crackles and quickly burns out. Geng Feng replied after Wu Ping's words, "Poor Li Chuang may have been burned to death, so when we arrived, we didn't hear anyone in the room calling for help." ”

"Don't you think it's weird?" Wu Ping asked Liu Debao while squatting on the ground and carefully searching every place.

"It stands to reason that if a fire breaks out in the room in broad daylight, even if there is no way to extinguish it, there should be no problem in running out to save your life, and even if you can't escape, in an emergency, you will shout for help." Liu Debao spoke his mind.

"So......" Wu Ping looked at Liu Debao.

"Therefore, Li Chuang may have died before the fire, or he found that he could not save the fire and was knocked unconscious by something when he wanted to escape."

"Yes, definitely." The director agreed.

Wu Ping likes Liu Debao very much, he can think about problems, what he lacks is experience, once he clicks, he can get through immediately, which is much stronger than the police station chief in front of him.

"Look at him lying on the ground." Wu Ping reminded Liu Debao.

"Pose?"

"Yes, take a closer look."

"That's right......" Liu Debao pondered for a moment, "he was lying inside, if he was escaping at that time, the door was outside, he should be lying outside." ”

Wu Ping smiled with satisfaction, and Liu Debao's answer was his only comfort in the mist.

"It's only half right, it's not comprehensive. The legs are slightly bent, which can be understood as either struggling or being scorched by fire. But, if you look at his hands, it seems that he is grasping something under his neck, isn't ......?"

"Could it be that someone strangled his neck from behind, and he was struggling to resist." Liu Debao took Wu Ping's words.

"Everything is just inference, go, look at the corpse, the corpse will tell us a lot."