Breaking Through the Clouds: 122.Chapter 122

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S province border, Tongshan.

Yan Xi got off the car late at night and slept for a night in the duty room of the county public security bureau. When dawn broke the next day, the chief forensic doctor Gouli finally arrived with the technical team. As soon as the sky fell, a few people yawned and beaten the spirit, and followed the only Santana police car in the police station swaying up the mountain.

Qi Sihao’s recently fanatical brain may have been awake by the biting cold in the mountains, and repeatedly said that he could stay at the local police station and wait for them to come down and meet. Although Gou Li didn’t understand why the leader of the Qi detachment of Gongzhou would appear here, he was very envious of Qi Sihao being able to stay at the bottom of the mountain and warm up the fire, and he couldn’t wait to change with the other party.

“I have such a thick layer of fat all over my body. I kept them and served them deliciously throughout the spring, summer and autumn, but they returned me like this! I hate less when I get fat!” Gou Li was heartbroken. , Wrapped in a blanket and shrank in the car: “Old Yan!”

Yan Xiu sits beside the open car door and smokes: “What are you doing.”

“Are you really cold in this one?!”

Yan Xiu wears a police scarf uniformly issued by the Public Security Bureau. The fabric of the dark gray self-cultivating trench coat is very valuable at first glance. The exquisite tailoring outlines the exquisite figure outline. He said casually: “Because of muscle density. It is denser than fat, so the cold resistance index is different.”

Gouli: “…”

Outside the car window is the steep winter forest. The on-site technical team, local police, forest police and dozens of police dogs scattered all together and searched the mountain road in all directions.

“I have always had a question,” Gou used his **** to move closer and signaled to the distance: “You said that our country is such a big country and there are so many high-risk and unstable floating populations like Teng Wenyan; if it is a criminal People were killed and the corpses were thrown into the inaccessible mountains and old forests. As long as there is no one to confess for ten or eight years, will they never be found?”

Yan Xi glanced at him strangely: “How come?”

Gou Lihui stared innocently.

“No matter how unstable the floating population is, there will always be social connections. As long as there are clues left, someone will find the disappearance. Besides throwing the corpse, in the true sense, the inaccessible deep mountains and old forests can’t go there at all. Transportation Objective conditions such as human resources, human resources, and corpse corruption will form a full range of restrictive factors.” Yan Xiu held a cigarette between his fingers, and pointed to the dense forest with scattered dogs in the distance: “Even if a drug trafficking organization is as rich, human, and firepower as possible. It’s impossible for the criminal group to throw dead bodies without a trace. You see where we are now, although it’s really biased, it’s not a primitive jungle at all.”

Gou Li muttered thoughtfully.

“The rut marks of the off-road team, the great damage to the ground trees, and the sighting memories of the local residents… The more the division moved to throw the corpse into the forest, the more traceable clues it left.” Yan Xi dropped the cigarette butt. Under the feet, smoothly smashed out: “There is no real crime without a trace. It only depends on the level of police force and the stage of development of criminal investigation technology.”

As if to confirm his words, suddenly the car’s walkie-talkie creaked, and the two looked back at the same time.

“Attention each group, attention of each group!” The voice of the on-site trace inspector was heard on the channel: “Large-scale man-made destruction of vegetation was found in the search area of ​​No. 012 at three o’clock in the direction of 600 meters. Repeat, number 012 The situation was found at 600 meters in the direction of 3 o’clock in the search area, please follow up! Over.”

Yan Xiu and Gou Li looked at each other and picked up the walkie-talkie: “Understand, this will keep up!”

·

The morning mist in the woods slowly dissipated, and the sky finally passed through the treetops, reflecting the gray forest hills. The police car was parked on the hillside not far away, and several local policemen held shovel around the center of the open space, struggling to dig the soil covered with half-decayed leaves.

“Yes, I have!” I don’t know who suddenly called out: “The forensic doctor, call Director Go over!”

A corner of the fabric was faintly exposed in the dirt pit, the shovel stopped immediately, and Gouli hurried over with two forensic trainees. At this time, he didn’t care about the cold. He took the shovel and squatted in the pit, slowly digging out the hard objects under the floating soil. Sure enough, without shoveling a few times, a skeletonized hand suddenly appeared on everyone’s. In sight.

“Be careful! Lift it out gently!”

“One Two-Three!”

After three full years of injustice, the two bodies were finally excavated one after another and exposed to broad daylight.

I don’t know if it was like this before or after death, Teng Wenyan and Wang Rui lay flat on the plastic sheet hand in hand, their bodies covered with mud, hollow skeletons looking directly at the gloomy sky. The clothing they were wearing had been damaged so badly. Only Wang Rui’s shirt could barely be seen as blue. Teng Wenyan wore an illegible round neck dress and rotten sneakers on his feet.

After the criminal camera Kacha Kacha finished taking the photo, Gouli asked all non-technical personnel to stand far away from the pit before taking the photo. Then he put on a new pair of gloves and took the forensic doctor brought by his assistant. Box, first squatted over Wang Rui’s corpse for a while.

“The victim’s head was hit, and the occiput of the corpse’s skull had both concentric circles and radioactive fracture lines, which is a typical depressed comminuted fracture. The center points of the concentric circles are very clear, and there is no staggered truncation between the radioactive rays. At the same time, it extends all the way to the top of the head; therefore, it is preliminarily inferred that the murder weapon should be a stone or metal blunt weapon, and there was only one strike.”

Gou Li motioned to his assistant forensic doctor to help him turn over the corpse. After a while, he raised his head and said: “Although there were fractures of the spinous processes of the C6 to T1 vertebrae, it should have been caused by the victim’s landing on the sky when he was pushed into the pit, and it was directly fatal. The cause is still head injury.”

As he checked, the assistant took notes quickly. There were so many people at the autopsy site, but apart from the birds in the forest, no one was walking or talking around.

“The murderer treated the victim very rudely. He immediately pushed into the pit after hitting the skull. Either he was very confident that the victim was killed on the spot, or he didn’t care about the possibility of being buried alive.” Gouli stood up and exhaled: ” All in all, he was killed in one blow. The murderer was cruel and cold-blooded and had great arm strength. Based on the length of the foot and the length of the shin bone, the victim’s predecessor was 1.723 meters tall, and the height of the murderer should be calculated from the angle of attack to be… um…”

“It’s less than 1.5 meters, about 80 kilograms, and he is a rare person who benefits from both hands.” Yan Xi said lightly.

Gouli said “Huh?”: “How do you know?”

Yan Xi’s eyes were gloomy and he didn’t answer.

Not only did he know, he also fought with the assailant three times.

Seeing that he didn’t want to say, Gou Li shrugged and stopped asking, walked to Teng Wenyan’s bones and knelt down, first sampled a part of the soil and fabric attached to the bones, and suddenly gave a soft hey.

“What’s wrong?”

“…very clean, too clean.”

The local police at the scene didn’t understand, and each showed a confused look.

“The skull is intact, eliminating the possibility of being hit; the hyoid bone and thyroid cartilage are intact, and they are not choked. Ribs, long bones, pelvic bones… even the spinous process bones are not obviously damaged.” Gou Li looked at Teng Wenyan’s body. , Suspiciously said: “She was not roughly pushed down the pit like a male victim, but was carefully transported to the bottom of the pit and gently laid flat on the ground.”

The assistant couldn’t help asking: “Then what’s the cause of death?”

Gou used pliers to carefully open the attachment, and gestured to the center of the bones’ brows: “Here.”

The assistant was stunned–the round hollow was clearly a bullet hole.

“The murderer’s method of killing female victims and the way he treated the corpse was completely different from that of male victims. They all showed a clear emotional connection.” Gouli shook his head and said, “It’s really strange, probably something I have seen. The murderers with the weirdest mentality rank in the top three, right.”

Not weird at all, Yan Xi thought to himself, but his face showed no emotion.

For the king of spades, the image of the executed male projected himself—the one he hated, regretted, and hoped to destroy, and the executioner was a substitute for Jiang Ting in his youth.

He carefully selected beautiful and outstanding girls to perform plays that filled his heart’s shortcomings. It is normal for him to have an emotional connection with the actor playing Jiang Ting, even for a failed substitute like Teng Wenyan.

But the most critical question has not been answered: Why did you choose Teng Wenyan?

At what point does this shampoo girl with only elementary school culture overlap the image of Jiang Ting in the heart of the king of spades?

“How about Lao Yan?” Gou Li raised his voice and asked: “What do you say now?”

Yan Xi regained his senses: “You can find any clues around with the mark inspection, preferably the bullet shells left at the bottom of the pit that year. I will call the bureau and report it when I return to the car. “

Gou Li waved his hand.

·

Maybe there have been too many calls with Bureau Lu during this period. Recently, a row of contacts has been pulled down with the extension numbers of the director’s office. Yan Xi didn’t think much about this task. Bureau Lu personally explained this task. Now it’s okay to report directly to him, so he just dialed out. Who knows that the long blind tone was transferred to the voicemail box.

“?” Yan Xiu thought for a while, then dialed the secretariat phone and asked: “Is Zhang Mi here?”

Zhang Mi is the first secretary of the Lu Bureau. For some reason, the voice of the person on duty who answered the phone sounded a little nervous, saying: “Zhang Mi… Zhang Mi has something to go out.”

“What about Nalu Bureau?”

“Juju Lu did not come today.”

——Not here?

Yan Xi was a little stunned, and asked: “Lu Bureau went out for a meeting? When will I go back to the office?”

“No, I don’t know.” The answer on the other end of the phone squatted, and asked: “Is there anything important for Team Yan, must I say it now?”

In fact, it is common for Lu Ju to go out to a meeting with a secretary, but for some reason, a certain nerve in Yan Xiu’s mind lightly moved, and an inexplicable fright gradually filled up.

“…No, nothing.” He coughed and said, “I’ll call again later.”

The operator on the other side immediately hung up the call.

Yan Xiu sat in the car alone for a while, repeatedly rubbing his mobile phone, feeling a little unusually restless. Through the car window, you can see Gouli and the others busying around the pit. The police dog was dragged by the police and no one noticed here yet.

He hesitated for a moment and sent a WeChat message to Jiang Ting:

[Are you awake? what did you eat? 】

A few minutes passed, Jiang Ting did not reply.

“Lao Yan——! There is a discovery!” Gou Li straightened up and waved to the police car from a distance.

Yan Xi took a look at the time. It’s less than nine o’clock in the morning, maybe Jiang Ting hasn’t gotten up yet.

He exhaled, deleted the WeChat message just now, put the phone back in his pocket, and got out of the car door.

·

“Mineral water bottle.” Gou Li stood up with his stomach akimbo, with fine and dense sweat on his forehead, standing on the bottom of the pit and lifting up an empty plastic bottle that was stained with soil and turned yellow, and shook it. Akira: “Sure enough! The’signature’ of the habitual murderer may be late, but it won’t be less-alas!”

Although he was sighing, the local police didn’t know the details of the June 19 serial kidnapping case. Looking at this empty water bottle, they were very surprised. Gou Li didn’t explain much. He put the plastic bottle into the evidence bag to signal the assistant to save it, and continued: “There are no warheads, no bullet casings, forest weather and humidity have caused great damage to the scene, and no footprints and creatures with identification value have been found. The material is examined. There is no way. You two will help me lift the bones up. Let’s do further autopsy when I get down the mountain.”

The police from the local police station hurriedly responded, hula la la and several people went down. Yan Xi took off his coat and tucked his cuffs. He also wore gloves and shoe covers and went down into the pit. He instructed the police to lift several corners of the plastic sheet and try to lift Teng Wenyan’s body as flat as possible.

Wow!

As soon as the plastic sheet moved, the dust and sand rustled down, Yan Xiu’s eyes fell unconsciously on the clothes on the surface of the bones, and suddenly the whole person was taken aback: “Wait.”

The police didn’t hear, they were still moving forward.

“Wait! Stop!” Yan Xiu shouted: “Put her down!”

Everyone turned their heads one after another. The policeman was taken aback, at a loss, and hurriedly put the plastic sheet back on the ground.

Gou Liyanyan came over: “Lao Yan, what’s the matter with you?——Hey! What are you doing!”

Yan Xi was about to turn over the corpse, but Gouli pulled him away and almost slapped him head-on: “You are going to die! What do you want to do!”

“Turn her over to me, hurry up!”

Gou Li didn’t know why, but looking at Yan Xiu’s eyebrows grimly, he immediately asked the assistant forensic doctor to come over and carefully turn over the fragmented bones, revealing his back.

When Yan Xi just returned to call in the car, Gouli had already glanced at the back of the corpse and cleaned the surface of the floating soil, leaving only dry and condensed mud. Therefore, after the corpse was turned over, the back of the clothes was exposed. Amidst all the eyes, and Yan Xiu’s suddenly tightening eyes——

Teng Wenyan wears a two-piece dress, with a light-colored round neck and short sleeves, and the fabric on the back is printed with a light red pattern that is almost hard to identify.

——It is a semicircle covering the horizontal line, and several red lines faintly radiate out of the semicircle.

Even if the adults with the richest association ability look at it, these are just simple strokes of the rising sun of young children. However, Yan Xiu closed his eyes abruptly as his gaze reached him, and another identical undershirt emerged from deep in his mind—the blood suit of the child who remained on the scene after Ajie sniped at the 502 anti-drug scene.

The clothes that Jiang wore when he stopped in the orphanage.

“What’s wrong with you Lao Yan, did you find out?”

Yan Xi’s chest undulated slightly and quickly under his shirt. He waved his hand to indicate that he was okay, took a few pictures at the bones and walked up the pit without saying a word. Gou Li was quite worried, chasing behind and asking loudly, “Are you okay, hello!”

“I want to make a call to confirm.” Yan Xiu said hoarsely: “You guys are busy first.”

The buzzing doubts and discussions quickly faded away, Yan Xiu’s brain was noisy, walked quickly to the distant police car and then took out his mobile phone, almost reflexively, dialed Jiang Ting’s number–

Did you know that Teng Wenyan was born in the same orphanage as you?

The place where you were kidnapped with the King of Spades, how much can you remember about the orphanage after so many years?

Countless questions turned into sharp blades torn the brain, but the phone screen just showed the dialing, before the dial tone sounded, Yan Xi was suddenly awakened by the twitch in the forehead, and suddenly hung up.

The air seemed to be frozen and frozen. I don’t know how long it took before the noise and footsteps of the crowd permeated, gradually coming from afar.

Yan Xi lowered his sharp eyes with cold eyes, staring at himself reflected on the surface of the phone screen.

For a long while, his throat shook, he turned on his phone again, and called Ma Xiang from the WeChat list:

“Help me check if there was an orphanage near Tongshan District in S Province 20 years ago,” Yan Xiu pressed the voice message button and said in a low voice: “Send me the detailed address after finding it.”

·

The bones of the victim who had been injustice for three years were taken out of the pit, wrapped up, and ready to be loaded and transported down the mountain to the nearby county funeral home for further detailed anatomy. Gou Li took the trouble to instruct the new trainee forensic doctor to maintain a balance of strength and move as carefully as possible. Then he personally covered the bones in the back of the car with a white cloth, said a few words about Amitabha, and slammed the door.

The assistant rushed over: “Gootou, your phone rang!”

“How many times have you said it and add Erhuayin!” Gou Liyi took off his gloves and answered the call: “Hello, Wei Ju?”

The call signal in this place is very ordinary, and the background opposite is very noisy. Gou Li walked a few steps around the open space before he heard Deputy Bureau Wei asking in a deep voice on the phone: “Are you alone? Yan Xiu is here. Not by your side?”

Gou Li looked forward on tiptoe, and saw Yan Xiu standing more than ten meters away, his eyebrows furrowed and his head bowed, not knowing who he was texting with.

“Where are you on the side, let me call him?” Gou Li casually raised his foot and walked over there. Who knows that the voice on the phone was drunk as soon as the voice fell: “Don’t, you stop!”

“What?”

Deputy Bureau Wei took a deep breath before stabilizing the unusually sharp tone:

“Take it down for me. You are not allowed to tell Yan Xiu a word of what I say below. Don’t let him know anything before returning to the city bureau.”

“I’m in the hospital now, there is something wrong with Bureau Lu.”

Gouli’s eyelids jumped instantly!

“The Bureau Lu was attacked near the Yanxiu community because the neighborhood was remote at the time of the incident. It was delayed until early this morning by the sanitation workers. All of us are now in the hospital and just out of danger.”

“…” As soon as Gouli opened his mouth, his lips trembled: “Who did it?!”

In the corridor of the hospital, Deputy Bureau Wei looked towards the open door of the ward. Several experts from the Provincial Criminal Investigation Team and Yu Zhu from the Municipal Bureau were surrounded by the bed, watching Lu Bureau slowly opening his cloudy eyes. No one can hide the anxiety on their faces.

Lu Ju seems to have aged more than ten years overnight. He wears an oxygen mask on his gray and swollen face. He exhales a burst of white breath every time he makes a sound: “…I saw his face, no… …Absolutely did not admit it…”

Before the words fell, a cough broke out in his chest. Everyone screamed. Several experts turned pale: “Who is it? Who the **** is it?!”

“Huh, huh, huh…” Lu Ju gasped, barely hoarse and said: “It’s Gongzhou, the one who died of drug control in Gongzhou–“

“That Jiang stopped.”

Time stopped suddenly, and the pointer quickly moved back, returning to ten hours ago——

The world is full of rustling, and the remote back alleys can’t be seen in the rainy night. Vehicles passed by on the distant street, the blurry lights flashed, and the shiny puddles were instantly torn apart.

The hem of Jiang Ting’s black coat lifted up with his steps, and his cold white face was hidden under the black umbrella. When he swiftly turned around, he heard “Dang Cang!” with a clear sound.

The folding knife that he often carried with him was thrown by the trash can, and the blade fell to the ground with a sharp edge, a trace of blood slowly dissipated with the dirty water, and it gurgled to the sewer not far away.