The bright morning sun shone lazily on Sun Baoqiang's face, reflecting a frosty chill and a hint of panic.

Looking at Zhao Guangming, who didn't react at all, the last trace of luck in Sun Baoqiang's heart vanished: "Team Wang, come here!" ”

There was some disbelief, fear and doubt in his deep and suppressed voice, Sun Baoqiang, who has been a criminal policeman for more than 20 years, knows the touch of the human body after death, even if it is separated by a thick quilt.

Zhang Lijun, who had toothpaste foam sticking to his mouth, walked into the dormitory: "This guy hasn't gotten up yet, is he really taking this as his home?" ”

Wang Tao discovered Sun Baoqiang's abnormality in the first life, pulled the scarf hanging around his neck and wiped his water-stained face indiscriminately: "Baoqiang, what's wrong?" ”

Sun Baoqiang pointed to Zhao Guangming's bed with a pale face: "I called him for a long time and there was no response...... The body seems to be stiff......"

Stiff?

Wang Tao's pupils expanded uncontrollably, a tingle spread to half of his body, his scalp exploded, and he quickly stepped forward to pull open the quilt covering Zhao Guangming's head.

Bang Dang!

The toothbrush jar in Zhang Lijun's hand fell to the ground, and he looked at Zhao Guangming's bed with his mouth half open: "How is it possible?!" ”

September 4 at 8:03 a.m.

The sun was shining in the early morning after the autumn rain, but everyone in the criminal investigation detachment did not feel a trace of warmth.

In the dormitory on duty, Chen Jianbin, Song Chuan and others had already arrived, looking at Zhao Guangming, who had been stiff for a long time on the bed, his face was gloomy.

Three people, three veteran criminal policemen of the criminal investigation detachment, and even the captain of the investigation team were all there, Zhao Guangming died, and his death was unknown.

There is no need to do the survey, Zhao Guangming never left the room at all last night, except for answering a phone call without sound, nothing abnormal happened.

The results of the forensic examination have come out: "The deceased's face was blue, the fundus of his eyes was bloodshot, and the preliminary judgment was that it was a non-mechanical suffocation death, which may be caused by acute myocardial infarction, and the time of death was 3 o'clock in the morning today." ”

At three o'clock in the morning, death from non-mechanical asphyxiation, heart disease?

"Lao Chen, do you mean that Zhao Guangming has a heart attack?"

Chen Guojun, senior forensic doctor of the Criminal Investigation Detachment: "The specific cause of death depends on the results of the autopsy, and the possibility of the deceased dying of poisoning cannot be ruled out, but at present, it is the most likely that the deceased died of heart disease." ”

ZHANG LIJUN SECRETLY BREATHED A SIGH OF RELIEF, IF ZHAO GUANGMING DIED OF A HEART ATTACK, AT LEAST IT HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH THAT RAGUEL.

Bite!

The crisp text message prompt broke everyone's thoughts, Chen Jianbin took out his mobile phone, only glanced at it, and his face changed wildly!

"The Pact of Life and Death!"

The text message is only five words, signed RAGUEL!

Provocation!

Naked provocation!

Chen Jianbin held the mobile phone's right hand trembling slightly, the green tendons were exposed, and his breathing was a little short, how did the other party know that Zhao Guangming was dead?

Chen Guojun's judgment just now actually made Chen Jianbin secretly relieved, if the other party really died of a heart attack, although the criminal investigation team would be more troublesome, but at least it was better than dying in the hands of that RAGUEL, but now it seems that Zhao Guangming's death was by no means an accident, but a murder.

BECAUSE IF IT WASN'T FOR RAGUEL, HOW COULD HE KNOW THE NEWS OF ZHAO GUANGMING'S DEATH, YOU MUST KNOW THAT THE PLACE WHERE ZHAO GUANGMING'S DEATH WAS FOUND WAS IN THE CRIMINAL INVESTIGATION DETACHMENT, AND THE ONLY PEOPLE WHO KNEW HIS DEATH WERE A FEW PEOPLE IN THE ROOM.

Unless there is his internal response in the room, but Chen Jianbin turned around and looked around, Wang Tao, Sun Baoqiang, Zhang Lijun, Song Chuan and Chen Guojun, are these people possible?

"Lao Chen, immediately conduct an autopsy on the corpse to find out the real cause of Zhao Guangming's death."

"Wang Tao, immediately investigate the perimeter of the detachment, dig three feet into the ground and find out the person who called Zhao Guangming last night!"

In the office, Qin Feifei chewed the fritters brought by Song Chuan, and squinted her eyes with satisfaction: "Senior brother, yawning early in the morning, you have to pay attention to moderation." ”

Song Chuan glanced at Qin Feifei helplessly, and patted his head with his right hand: "I worked overtime last night, I just didn't have a good rest, can we not have so many scenes?" ”

Qin Feifei, who eliminated the fritters in his hand and had a trace of soy milk hanging on the corner of his lips, rubbed to Song Chuan's side: "Tell me quickly, what's going on with that Zhao Guangming, I heard that the Wang team personally protected him last night, why did he die?" ”

Song Chuan, who seriously suspected that Qin Feifei deliberately did not wipe the corners of his mouth, took out the tissue on the desk and handed it to Qin Da Beauty, suppressed some strange thoughts and said: "Senior sister, you really should lose weight, you are so tight in a police uniform, can you still run three thousand meters?" ”

Don't look at Qin Feifei is an internal officer, she also has to participate in the physical fitness assessment every quarter, but the standard is much lower than that of the field worker, but according to her current figure, Song Chuan is afraid that she will throw off her balance and lose her balance.

"Does the junior brother like it or not?"

Song Chuan: "......"

Who can say no to a fathead fish......

After Song Chuan glanced at it, he quickly shifted his attention to the case: "There are not many clues about the specific situation yet, and now Lao Chen is doing an autopsy, and the specific cause of death should be found out in the afternoon." ”

"But that phone call in the early hours of yesterday morning, there are no clues now."

Qin Feifei finally wiped the soy milk from the corner of her mouth, and nodded solemnly: "That phone was checked by our technical room, and we couldn't find the other party at all, but the text message that Team Chen received this morning was not sent by an anonymous calling card, but through a virtual number on the network." ”

Network Virtual Number?

Song Chuan's brows furrowed, and he looked at Qin Feifei with some surprise: "Can you find out the IP address of the other party's computer?" ”

Although Song Chuan is not proficient in computers, he still understands some basic common sense, if the other party sends text messages through a network virtual number, then the other party will definitely use a computer to connect to the network.

So why did the other party give up the bearer phone card, because the number of phone cards is limited, and when they run out, there are other reasons.

Or maybe the other party doesn't understand the network and thinks that sending text messages through the network virtual number can't find his head at all?

Qin Feifei's eyes were full of eagerness, and she approached Song Chuan a little mysteriously and whispered: "Of course you can find it, but this requires the help of the Information Bureau, in this way, if you want to find the other party's IP address, it may be in the afternoon at the earliest." ”

Afternoon?

The Information Bureau and the Criminal Investigation Detachment are units at the same level, although they have the obligation to assist the Criminal Investigation Detachment, they also have their own work, and many times they cannot complete the needs of the Criminal Investigation Detachment in the first place.

Song Chuan, who turned sideways, looked at Qin Feifei, whose eyes were narrowed into crescents, and keenly captured a touch of cunning in the eyes of the great beauty: "Do you have any way?" ”

"Hehe," Qin Feifei suddenly turned around and came behind Song Chuan, her delicate little hand was on Song Chuan's shoulder and gently pinched it, the comfortable and weird feeling made half of Song Chuan's body seem to be overpowered, and his hairs were numb: "Of course there is a way, it depends on whether you can do it now, junior brother." ”

Well?

Song Chuan's heart trembled, what do you mean I can't do it?