Liu Yimin did not return to the bureau after receiving the call, but went to the scene of the "bridge pile case" with Wang Dongsheng and their car. The village in the mountain dock has to come and go for a long time, and I want to listen to the policeman surnamed Deng from the police station first, so I didn't bother to go over the scene, but I told Wang Dongsheng on the phone and asked him to arrange a personal photograph of the scene investigation, and as soon as the body arrived, I would notify me, I had to take a look.

The old lazy is not sleepy, staring at the time and waiting for Fu Yuxin to come back, I feel that he is more anxious than me, and his face, which has always been expressionless, is full of brilliance.

He, like me, was keen to pick up something very important in the atmosphere, believing that the case was about to move forward.

As soon as Fu Yuxin came back, we all crowded into the reception room, and we were all a little impatient.

The young policeman from the township police station was sitting in a chair waiting in a panic, and when he heard the footsteps, he immediately got up to greet him, with a panicked expression on his face, feeling as if he had just escaped from the 2012 catastrophe, and his hesitant gaze swept over the faces of all the people who walked in, but he couldn't identify each person, so he had to look at the old lazy man who walked in front.

The old lazy was interested, took a step back, and let Fu Yuxin go to the front, after all, he was a deputy and couldn't steal the limelight.

Fu Yuxin pointed to the chair and asked the policeman surnamed Deng to sit and asked him to explain what had happened.

The policeman surnamed Deng had obviously typed the draft several times in his mind, and although he was snorting from nervousness, he was very coherent in his narration.

The whole thing is recorded as follows:

"Old Zhangtou...... That's, that's, it's the deceased, the people in our town, we know each other in the nearby ten miles and eight villages, and they are especially good at making trouble, and they run to the police station at two ends in three days, either people drag him to sue, or he drags people to sue, year after year, I can't count how many times, we are all very ...... Alas, the dead are all dead, don't say anything about him. The last time was three days ago, and I remember very clearly, Saturday night, it wasn't supposed to be on duty, because my colleague was drinking wine, so I was temporarily transferred to a shift. Not long after I sat down, the old man came running, crazy and didn't know what to do, saying that someone was going to kill him, that someone was going to hang him on a bridge pile and drown, or something, and we all thought he had taken the wrong medicine. His daughter came to the police station to pick him up, but he didn't admit it, he didn't say it was his daughter, he didn't have a daughter at all, he only had a son, who worked in the city industrial and commercial office, and asked us to call his son. Who knows what kind of messy nerves he has, even his daughter is on fire, and he just messes around in the office. He made a fuss for a while, trying to grab the phone and call himself, but I gave it to him...... I blasted it out. ”

The policeman surnamed Deng was silent when he said this, and hung his head, as if he had made a big mistake, as if he had died in the water because of his negligence.

We didn't have the patience to wait for him to confess to himself, urging him to tell him what happened and what happened.

He looked up at us and said, "I haven't seen him since I got out, but several people in the town have met him, saying that they don't know what is going on, bumping into him, asking everywhere for directions, asking where this is, which province and city it belongs to, and asking what year and month it is today, as if the people who have crossed through inexplicably on TV, anyway, people have seen it on several main streets." After that, Lao Zhangtou didn't go home all night, her daughter searched the street, and the last person she saw said that he had met a porcelain of a high-end commercial car at the three-way intersection, and shouted that the car had to take him to the city, and the driver had no choice but to let him get in the car. And then...... Then this morning, the man who went to the river to wash clothes called the police and said that there was a dead person. I went there and was terrified, because he had really said three days ago that someone was going to hang him on a bridge pile and drown. ”

I grabbed a few key words from his long, somewhat fragmented narrative.

Crazy, on the wrong drug, crossed, and a high-end business vehicle.

The van was undoubtedly the murderer's, and they took the victim away. But until then? What happened to the victim's series of anomalies before that? The policeman surnamed Deng described his situation as "crazy", "I don't know what the nerves were", and "I took the wrong medicine", all of which were judgments he made based on his very familiar knowledge of the victim, not to mention that the victim's daughter had also been to the police station, and she did not question the identity of the other party, so the possibility of the wrong person was very small.

I suddenly felt a creepy and strange aura, because I smelled something in the case, which was beyond our usual understanding.

I asked the policeman surnamed Deng if there was anything different from usual when the old man ran to the police station for help, except that he was a little crazy.

He thought about it very seriously before replying: "At that time, we all pretended to be crazy and stupid just because he was trying to blackmail someone's money, but now that I think about it, it seems that something is very wrong. Three days ago, when he came to report that someone was going to drown him in the river, he spoke Mandarin with a strange accent, not a local accent. But Lao Zhang has never been in the city much in his life, and he can hardly speak Mandarin. He sometimes touched the porcelain of the passing car, because he couldn't speak Mandarin, he couldn't communicate, so he was dragged to the police station to ask us to help communicate. Now that I think about it, the person I saw that day didn't seem to be Lao Zhangtou, as if he was another person. ”

When he said this, the whole person was in a trance, scratched his head and said to himself: "But it's not right, I have dealt with Lao Zhangtou for several years, and I can see him every three or five times, how can I recognize the wrong person?" Besides, his daughter also went to the police station that day, and he didn't say that it wasn't his father. ”

I saw the old lazy hand shake a little. He was taking a cigarette from his bag and stuffing it into his mouth, and I happened to see his hand shake slightly, because I had always despised his habit of holding a cigarette and never lighting it, and often looked at it.

This shake made me feel that he knew some situations, and those situations happened to collide with the narrative of the policeman surnamed Deng.

I struck while the iron was hot and asked, "In addition to the fact that Lao Zhangtou speaks Mandarin that makes you feel strange, is there anything else wrong?" ”

The policeman surnamed Deng looked at me and nodded vigorously: "Yes, yes, yes, I told him at the time to call his daughter and ask her to come and pick him up." He refused, and waved his hand desperately, saying that he had no daughter, only a son, and worked in an industrial and commercial office. He also wrote me his son's name and mobile phone number. ”

I nervously tensed up and couldn't wait to ask him, "Where is the name and mobile phone number?" ”

As soon as I asked the question, I knew that it was useless to ask.

The little policeman looked up at me, stunned, and looked like he had made a mistake and should be cut with a thousand knives, and said in embarrassment: "I threw away the piece of paper where he wrote his name and mobile phone number, and I really didn't know what he was doing three days ago. ”

Whether you can find it or not, you have to look for it, and quickly ask him to call back to the town police station, and ask the people over there to carefully check all the trash cans and wastepaper baskets to see if they are still there.

After giving the order, he asked him again: "What kind of paper did Lao Zhangtou write his name and phone number on at that time?" ”

He replied, "It's on the sticky notes that come with a desk calendar on my desk." ”

So he asked him to call back and send someone to immediately send the desk calendar with a note to the bureau. It's common sense, take a charcoal pen and paint the rest of the sticky notes, as long as you don't tear off too many pages, you can always make some traces, just like when I was a child, I covered white paper and painted the patterns on a coin.

I peeked at the old lazy while instructing this, he seemed to be listening to the conversation here, but he could still see that he was a little distracted, and twice, he moved his gaze to Fu Yuxin, cautiously and thoughtfully, and every time he glanced at it, his expression became more solemn.

So I felt that Fu Yuxin seemed to be a little weird, and the whole posture was not quite right, as if there was a string in his body that would break at any time.

This situation arose in the process of understanding the facts of the case, and it was not before.

I think it should be a certain detail in today's "Bridge Pile Case" that touched the minefield of which of them, which is why it is so weird.

The little policeman surnamed Deng looked at me, looked at Fu Yuxin, looked at Lao Lazy, and after a few seconds on everyone's faces, they looked at me again, and added: "That day, it was quite chaotic, and the office was busy, so I really didn't have time to take care of Lao Zhangtou, but now that I think about it, it seems that the person who came to the office to make trouble that day really wasn't Lao Zhangtou." Lao Zhangtou is illiterate, he can't even write his name clearly, and every time he encounters something to sign, he finishes it by handprint. But the words he wrote on the sticky notes that day were very clear and beautifully written. I don't remember exactly what he wrote, but I still have some impression of the font, really. ”

I was finally able to conclude that there was definitely something in all these cases, beyond the imagination of human beings, beyond the scope of scientific understanding.

Even, it is far from being explained by something as semi-scientific and semi-mysterious as "hypnosis".

My idea is that in a physiological sense, it is not wrong that the deceased in the "Bridge Pile Case" is Lao Zhangtou, but the murderer used some special means to change his spirit, or psychological cognition, so that he thinks he is another person.

This is the meaning of the word "change" I mentioned before, the murderer chose a scumbag of the right gender and age, and used a weird and almost supernatural method to "transform" him into another scumbag, that is, the real murderer of the serial murders in Liangbao City. In this way, the biggest suspicion in the serial case is lifted, and the claim of revenge is established.

I suddenly remembered what Fleur said that day.

He used the words "demon-possessed" at the time.

That is, the "Hand of God" attached the souls of the real murderers of Liang Baoshi's serial murders to a few scumbags they selected, so that killing them is equivalent to killing the enemy.

That's going to make me think he's crazy.

But now I think he might be right.

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