Chapter 101

As night fell, the lights in the buildings kept going out. Argyle Street was dark as if it had been swallowed by a monster. A few stray cats and dogs walked past the entrance of the Kowloon Police Station.

Suddenly, a crisp click sound was heard in the night, and all the lights on the second floor of the police station were turned on.

They stopped and barked at the brightly lit office.

After a while,

the window creaked open and a few sausages fell out.

Zhou Fengxu closed the window. The lights in the room were dim. The whiteboard hanging on the wall was dazzlingly obvious, covered with photos of Zheng Xinya's murder.

He put his hands with his sleeves rolled up on the table and looked at the whiteboard.

Shi Boren and Gan Yizu were lying on the table, while Luo Qizhong was drinking coffee silently by the window.

No one said a word.

Ta-da!

As if a thunderbolt had split the sky, the office door was knocked.

Zhou Fengxu immediately stood up and opened the door.

It was someone from the Forensic Department. The young man in a white coat looked very gentle. He breathed a sigh of relief as he handed over the documents, "Mr. Zhou, I have fulfilled your mission."

When Ma Zhengqi was captured, Team D immediately asked the Forensic Department to take blood tests. After working overtime, the results were finally out before dawn.

The other three people also quickly gathered around.

Shi Boren's voice was a little trembling: "Dewain, what's the result?"

Little sister Xinya came to his dreams eight out of ten times. It's time to solve the case, right?

The Forensic Science Division and the Serious Crime Unit are the partners that have cooperated the most. Dewain is of course aware of the hard work of Team D in recent times. He handed the report to Zhou Fengxu, "The blood comparison results are 100% consistent."

100% consistent?

Shi Boren's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with joy in his heart, "It is confirmed that the murderer is Ma Zhengqi!"

"Yes." Dewain forced a smile, "Congratulations."

One sentence washed away the originally solemn atmosphere in the office.

Luo Qizhong and Gan Yizu looked at each other.

They both saw the relief in each other's eyes, and the imperceptible joy.

"Thank you for your hard work." Sir Zhou picked up the report and patted Dewain on the shoulder, "Go to bed early."

After Dewain left, Zhou Fengxu's shoulders relaxed. He reached out and hammered his left shoulder, turned around, opened the filing cabinet, and put the report in.

The glass on the cabinet faintly reflected the man's clear-eyed face.

The murderer who killed an eight-year-old girl was finally arrested after eighteen years on the run.

The heavy stone on my heart slowly fell to the ground.

Zhou Fengxu closed the filing cabinet: "Everyone go to bed early, go to the court early tomorrow morning, and try to send the murderer to prison as soon as possible."

"Yes sir!" Everyone responded in unison.

In the murder case eighteen years ago, all the procedures were accelerated the moment the murderer was caught.

The next day.

Ma Zhengqi was sent to the Court of Final Appeal for trial.

During the trial, facing several charges, Ma Zhengqi not only showed no remorse, but also once defied the court's authority and provoked Zheng's parents. Because the murderer's crime was proven and the circumstances were atrocious, Ma Zhengqi was sentenced to life imprisonment.

This tragic case that shocked Hong Kong for 18 years came to an end under the hammer of the judge.

When Zhou Fengxu stepped out of the court door, he was surrounded by a large group of reporters.

"Zhou Shazhan, a murder case that had been sealed for 18 years was reopened and solved in less than a month. What do you think of the reputation of being a super detective that is being circulated outside?"

"Zhou Shazhan, now the public is very concerned about whether you will help investigate more old cases?"

"Zhou Shazhan..."

The reporters talked a lot, and someone even asked: "Zhou Shazhan, there are rumors that Chairman Zhou will retire soon. Will you resign from the police station and take over the family business?"

Faced with many questions, Zhou Fengxu only answered one: "My father is in good health at the moment, and I don't think he has any plans to step down for the time being."

"As for the details of the case, the Public Relations Department will hold a press conference this afternoon, and the D team inspector Shi Yubing will explain the questions to everyone."

After saying that, Zhou Fengxu pushed the microphone and said, "Excuse me."

The reporters quickly made way for the D team police officers to pass.

When stepping down the stairs.

Shi Boren looked at the clear sky and sighed: "If the death penalty had not been abolished, Ma Zhengqi would have been shot in this case. How could he be given a lifelong imprisonment?"

Life imprisonment cannot wash away Ma Zhengqi's sins.

In particular, Ma Zhengqi even provoked in court, saying that he just moved to a new place to live, eat and drink well, and just needed a place to retire when he was old.

Shi Boren got even angrier when he thought about it.

Recalling the previous cases investigated, the murderers all chose tragic means to commit suicide. Moreover, the suicide methods are exactly the same as those of the victims.

"Suddenly I felt that it would be good if those murderers died."

"Explanation?" Luo Qizhong pointed to the ID Shi Boren was wearing, "You are a policeman, you can't think about heresy."

Shi Boren laughed: "Don't you think it is very satisfying for the murderer to die in the same way as the victim?"

Luo Qizhong has been a policeman for decades. , had seen too many colleagues of all kinds die in a tragic way with the murderers, and said with a solemn expression: "Ah Ren, remember what Uncle Zhong said, never go astray."

Shi Boren thought of something, and stopped laughing, his face darkened: "Uncle Zhong, don't worry, I won't."

"Zhou Shazhan." A voice came over.

The people who came over to support each other were the Zheng family couple.

Mrs. Zheng had cried several times in the courtroom, and her eyes were red and swollen like walnuts. She held Zhou Fengxu tightly and looked at several people, "Thanks to your dedication, the murderer of Xinya was arrested. My husband and I have been waiting for this day for 18 years."

Mr. Zheng, who was also haggard, saw that the police officers all had dark circles under their eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "This time, I really thank all the police officers."

As they said this, the Zheng couple were about to kneel down. They

were stopped by Zhou Fengxu. He thought for a moment and then said, "It is the irresistible responsibility of our serious crime unit to bring the murderer to justice."

"Comparatively speaking, in fact, you should thank someone more."

Without her help, it would take some time to solve the case.

Zhou Fengxu laughed and shook his head.

Since it's free, people should know what happened.

On the other side.

Ho Man Tin Estate.

The old lady was busy cooking in the kitchen, and the black and white TV in the living room was playing Hong Kong News.

"Just yesterday, the Kowloon Police Station cracked a murder case that had been unsolved for 18 years. The murderer, Ma Zhengqi, raped and murdered a young girl 18 years ago and was sentenced to life imprisonment. He had smuggled overseas and had plastic surgery..."

"Ma Zhengqi?" The old lady brought out the dishes and found it strange that the surname was also Ma.

A few days ago, it was said that Lao Ma was also taken away by the police. No one knew what he had done.

The old lady put the dishes on the table, turned around and saw Lao Ma's photo on the TV. She gasped and put her hand on the dish she had just cooked.

"Lao... Lao Ma, is he the murderer of the girl?"

The old lady looked at the familiar face on TV in fear, and couldn't believe that the bad guy was right next to her. Even, she...she almost had to live with Lao Ma.

Recalling the care that Lao Ma usually gave to his granddaughter, the more she thought about it, the more frightened she became.

She even wanted her granddaughter, who was afraid of Lao Ma, to accept candy.

God!

What was she doing?

What would have happened if Lao Ma had not been caught by the police this time?

Would Nan Nan have become Zheng Xinya eighteen years ago?

The more she thought about it, the more scared the old lady became.

"Grandma, what are you doing?" A childish voice came.

The old lady looked down and saw her granddaughter wearing a princess dress and holding a fairy wand, looking at her obediently.

She picked up her granddaughter and trembled with fear: "I'm sorry, Nan Nan, I'm sorry, grandma won't dare to do it again in the future. You can't eat candy given by anyone in the future, do you understand?"

Stanley Prison.

Located at 99 Tung Tau Wan Road, Stanley, Hong Kong Island, it is a highly secure prison used to detain serious criminals.

The prison was dark, dim lights illuminated the corridor, and the prisoners lined up in a long line, wearing handcuffs and slowly walked into their respective cells.

Only one prisoner was dawdling and refused to go in.

Seeing the prisoner dawdling, the prison guard knocked on the iron bars with his baton and urged: "6577! Turn off the lights immediately, go in!"

Ma Zhengqi looked at the simple cell. The bed was just an iron bed, and there was only a few square meters of space for activities. The squat toilet and the washbasin were all exposed, so the opposite side could see clearly what was going on.

He looked across.

A dirty man was holding the railing, grinning foolishly.

Ma Zhengqi's eyes were full of anger, "Sir, are you kidding me? How can people live here in such a bad environment? Prisoners have human rights!"

"Human rights?" The prison guard opened his baton, as if he heard the funniest joke in the world, "If you want human rights, why do you commit a crime to come in? In one word, are you coming in or not?"

"Sir, please be kind and give me an extra mattress or quilt. I really can't sleep on a hard bed because of my bad waist." Ma Zhengqi said, and deliberately tilted his neck and pointed with his hands, "Look, I have a problem with my spine."

It's strange to say.

His neck has been tilted for more than ten years, and he feels uncomfortable every day, as if he is forcibly hanging a heavy object. When the police officer in the housing estate kicked him against the wall, it seemed that his neck was inexplicably healed.

However, in order to be able to seek a more comfortable environment, he still has to pretend.

The prison guard looked at him suspiciously, "Is there really a problem with your spine?"

"Really, more real than pearls." Ma Zhengqi smiled apologetically, "Sir, I'm just being kind and helping you get more quilts."

Seeing the prison guard's expression relax, Ma Zhengqi thought he had fallen into a trap, and just as he was about to laugh secretly

, the baton came down and hit him hard on the arm.

The prison guard scolded: "Everyone in the prison is under the same conditions, why are you different? Eat well and live well? Why don't you stay in a hotel outside!"

"Prison is a place to reform you, do you think it is heaven?"

Ma Zhengqi was hit by the baton and felt excruciating pain. Seeing that the second baton was about to fall, he raised his hands to beg for mercy, "Okay, okay, I'll stay, can't I stay?"

"You are an old man, you can't stand a beating from the sir, stop it."

The prison guard put away the baton and sneered: "Be more careful next time!"

After that, the prison guard locked the iron bars and left.

Ma Zhengqi entered the damp cell and lay on the cold iron bed.

Ma Zhengqi wanted to straighten his neck, but he tried several times but failed. He was horrified to find that his neck, which he thought was good, was tilted back. It was heavy and painful, as if a weight of several dozen kilograms was hanging on it.

He tried again and again.

His neck was still the same.

He lay back on the iron bed. The pitch-black night reminded people of what happened in his residence that year.

Ma Zhengqi couldn't help but burst into laughter when he remembered chopping the little girl's neck with a kitchen knife, and an evil light shone in his eyes.

"Who told you to resist? Wouldn't it be okay if you just obey? If I chop off your head, you won't be able to find your way home as a ghost."

He killed Zheng Xinya and put an end to it all, and lived a comfortable life abroad for more than ten years.

He had no children, and no one took care of him when he was old.

Now he lives in prison, with food and drink, and the conditions are a bit harsh, but it doesn't seem like a big deal.

Looking at the whole process, Ma Zhengqi didn't feel that he had lost anything, and he enjoyed it well.

He was not panicked at all.

Even if he couldn't stay in prison, he still had a way out.

Just thinking this, Ma Zhengqi took out a small blade from his dentures. How small was it? Not even as big as a coin, a tiny, thin piece. He looked at it in the dim light of the corridor.

He admired his masterpiece with pride.

What do you mean it's a prison with strict searches? Aren't razor blades allowed to be brought in?

Once you know the terrain, you can still escape with the experience of smuggling.

Suddenly.

His eyes changed, a sharp light flashed in the night, and he took the razor blade and slashed it hard on his neck.

"Wow...Wow..."

The blood vessels were cut, and a lot of blood spurted out.

Ma Zhengqi fell from the iron bed to the floor. His left hand tried to block the bleeding gap, but his right hand seemed to have its own consciousness and cut towards his neck.

The small blade rubbed and cut slowly, and the slow cutting was like cutting flesh on his heart, piece by piece.

The bloody hand stretched out the iron railing to ask for help, but no one could hear it.

Ma Zhengqi was tortured by a small blade, in great pain, and even his oxygen gradually disappeared. In a trance, he slowly recalled the scene in the apartment.

Finally, the last bit of skin connecting his head to his body was cut off, and rolled under the iron bed.

The sound of Gou Yan's last gasps disappeared, and the prison returned to peace.

I don't know how long it had been.

The light of morning sun shone in from the small iron window, and the prison bell rang on time.

The prison guard walked in, and the baton slid on the iron bars, "Hey, hey, hey, get up! Get up!"

Suddenly.

The prison guard stopped in front of cell 6577, saw the hand stretched out, stepped on it and scolded: "6577! You have a bed but don't want to sleep on it!"

Ma Zhengqi woke up with a start, only to find that the tortured pain like being in hell last night was just a dream.

He couldn't stop shivering when he recalled the feeling of being cut off his head bit by bit by a small blade. He

touched his dentures first, but found nothing.

"No... Gone."

The trace of the small blade disappeared.

Ma Zhengqi got up and knelt on the ground in fear. He knew that last night was not a dream, and he kowtowed and begged: "Sir, I beg you, find the master quickly!"

"Master? Find the master for what?" The prison guard looked at the cell vigilantly.

The quilt of the iron bed was lifted, and the bare floor was stained with wetness, and there was a faint smell of urine.

Ma Zhengqi walked forward a few steps on his knees. He wanted to grab the prison guard's legs, but he couldn't

. He could only hold the iron bars tightly in fear and said in horror: "There is a ghost in the cell, there is a ghost!" The prison guard confirmed that there was nothing unusual in the cell, glanced at the criminal who killed the little girl with a cold eye, turned around, put the baton in his belt and left.

Ma Zhengqi was left trembling as he looked at the talisman ashes blown away in the corner.

Every day that follows.

He will undergo the torture of craniotomy like last night.

He will be unable to live or die.