Yesterday, Zhao Honghe, deputy head of the third detachment of the anti-narcotics corps of the provincial department, took his 5-year-old son to the countryside to visit relatives.

At around 7 o'clock in the afternoon, colleagues from the third detachment contacted Zhao Honghe unsuccessfully, suspected that the mobile phone was turned off, and contacted relatives in the countryside through Zhao Honghe's wife, and learned that Zhao Honghe had eaten at 3:30 in the afternoon and left.

The mobile phone positioning was not good, so the colleagues of the third detachment located the car, but even the positioning of the car failed.

After all, Zhao Honghe's position is very special, and he just completed a particularly large-scale operation to dismantle a drug trafficking group two months ago, so the leaders did not rule out that it was a retaliation by drug traffickers.

Zhao Honghe's relatives in the countryside have to walk 50 kilometers to Changming City on Provincial Highway 568, and there are no surveillance cameras in the countryside, so the police can only be dispatched along the way to assist in the investigation.

How many cars were passed on this road in 4 hours, the time was from 3:30 to 7 o'clock in the afternoon, the police quickly found a car that drove directly from the countryside to the provincial capital, recorded a confession, extracted the dashcam of the car, and then looked for other cars from the dashcam.

At the same time, the technical investigation team of the provincial department dispatched several professional on-site investigations, as well as police tracking experts, and began to investigate traces along the way.

At 8 o'clock in the evening, it was found that there were traces of forced braking on a certain section of the road, and the police quickly radiated from this point to investigate.

At 8:35 p.m., Zhao Hongbing's Volkswagen Golf rut marks were found on a dirt road, and the police walked 2 miles along the dirt road.

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At 8:50 p.m., human blood and footprints were found in a grove.

At 9:06 p.m., the Volkswagen Golf rut marks were found on the east side of a large river, and there were artificial traces of ruts on the slope from the river to the river.

At 9:11 p.m., the police went into the water on the spot and determined that the Volkswagen Golf that drove into the river was Zhao Honghe's vehicle.

However, only the car was found, and Zhao Honghe and his son were not found.

The police found the footprints of the two men by the river, but there was no trace of Zhao Honghe's father and son.

At around 10 p.m., the police searched up and down the river for 5 miles, and found no traces of recent human activity, so they changed the direction of the investigation and asked nearby villages to find all the woods, ponds, puddles, wells, soil pits or traces of fresh soil within a radius of 5 miles.

At 10:25 p.m., a nearby villager was around 6 p.m., and when it was dark, he only saw a white car parked in the wasteland three miles east of the village, and there was no human figure in sight.

At 10:41 p.m., the police found a 5-year-old boy who was hoarse and making a faint sound in an abandoned well half a mile away from the wasteland.

There is no village within a radius of 4 miles from this well, and no one will pass by here, and if the police do not find it, the child is expected to freeze to death after a while.

The police quickly rescued the child, his whole body was cold, and he really insisted on the rescue with all his breath.

But when it came time to salvage Zhao Honghe's body, the police made a difficulty.

According to Zhao Honghe's son, the murderer beat Zhao Honghe half to death, tied him up and threw him into a well, and finally tied up the child and threw him in.

Fortunately, Zhao Honghe woke up in time after being stimulated by the cold water, and after he woke up, he dragged his body with pain all over his body, leaned his back against the well wall, and his legs and feet strained, and lifted his son out of the water little by little.

However, he only moved half a meter up after half a day's wasted strength, and he knew that he couldn't save his son by himself, and he had no strength.

After a while, Zhao Honghe bit the rope that bound his son with his teeth, constantly encouraging his son, teaching him to shout for help twice every ten minutes, and to rub his own body to prevent freezing in 10 minutes.

Fortunately, the son had chocolates and a few pieces of candy in his pocket.

At the last moment of Zhao Honghe's life, he used the friction of the slide to fold his body into a V-shape.

He was afraid that his body would slide naturally after he died, so he asked his son to put his feet on his face, his head and back pressed against his legs, and the rope that tied his arms behind him and his back increased the friction of the wall of the well.

Only then did his body not sink into the well, and it took a lot of effort for the police to recover Zhao Honghe's body.

Zhao Honghe's son was rescued and quickly sent to the hospital, with a little frostbite and huge mental fluctuations, a night of confusion, half crying and half sleeping, at six o'clock in the morning under his mother's constant comfort, he calmed down.

After communicating with his mother, the simulated portraitist of the provincial department asked about the appearance of the murderer, but unfortunately the two murderers were wearing masks, and the little boy remembered their voices deeply, and he couldn't say anything else, only the approximate height of the murderer, the size of his face, his eyebrows and eyes, and his hair and hairstyle.

Xu Zheng was very angry and sad when he read the file of Zhao Honghe's victimization, these criminals are really arrogant, no wonder there are so many white shirts here, it seems that Changming City is about to set off a big movement.

Director Nie patted Xu Zheng on the shoulder, "Master Zheng has already conducted a simulated portrait of Zhao Xiaoyang, but the effect is not very good, so, we ask you to try again, it is best if you can draw the basic appearance of the suspect, you can find it on the intranet, you understand?" ”

Only then did Xu Zheng know that he didn't want to paint a portrait with Zheng Heming, a simulated portraitist from the provincial department, but that the portrait drawn by Zheng Heming couldn't be recognized in the system, so he found himself.

It's nothing, but the key is that the person concerned, Zhao Xiaoyang, is only five years old, and the second inquiry is definitely not as profound as the first recall, doesn't this add difficulty to himself out of thin air?

It's a pity that the leaders don't understand the Tao here, they think that the two portraits are similar, Xu Zheng's mouth is bitter, he can't explain this matter, he can't explain it, it is a simulated portrait, but the basis of the simulated portrait is not only painting, but also the basis of psychology.

"Please rest assured, I will do my best!" Xu Zheng didn't dare to be as confident as when he first came, so what he said began to be conservative, Director Nie instantly felt the change in Xu Zheng, he just glanced at Xu Zheng deeply, and then asked his assistant to take Xu Zheng and Zheng Heming to the hospital together.

Zheng Heming actually has something to do with Xu Zheng, Qi Guangyuan, the analog portraitist of the Changming City Bureau, is his apprentice, he has long heard of Xu Zheng's name, and he is doing this business, although Zhang Heming has long known that Xu Zheng's simulation portrait is powerful, and he has also read his manuscript.

But to be honest, analog portrait is not about looking at the technique of drawing, but about simulating the psychological technique of the portraitist.

Xu Zheng is young, when he encounters a eucalyptus like Zhao Honghe, what kind of painting can he draw, and what can he draw better than himself?

He was a little unconvinced, and deliberately followed.

Xu Zheng chatted with him in the car for a while, but the old man's temper was a little weird, he looked at himself with strange eyes, and kept asking Xu Zheng about his understanding of the analog portrait.

When I arrived at Zhao Xiaoyang's ward, there were two colleagues in police uniforms standing outside the door, a man and a woman.

At this time, Zhao Xiaoyang was nested in his mother's arms with tears on his face.

Zhao Honghe's wife saw Xu Zheng and them coming in, knew their intentions, patted her son's back, Zhao Xiaoyang wiped her tears, and turned her head to see Xu Zheng standing straight, wearing an autumn police uniform, sunny and upright.