Chapter 14

A police car braked at high speed and stopped at the gate of Chongzhong.

Four CIDs got out of the car.

Chu Yueqing just arrived at the parking lot and passed by the four people.

Zhou Fengxu glanced at her and then looked back, "Uncle Zhong, you are responsible for the back door. Don't let the suspect escape."

"No problem." Luo Qizhong patted his shoulder, "Don't worry about me." "

The net of heaven is vast. Even if the suspect has a pair of wings, he can't fly out." Gan Yizu excitedly wiped his hands and jumped to try. He finally went to the police station to solve the case himself.

Thinking about the scene of catching the criminal suspect later, Gan Yizu was excited.

Shi Boren looked around and finally cast his eyes on the girl in the sugar water cart who was closest to him and hurriedly called out.

"Hey, boss, wait a minute."

Chu Yuexing pushed the stall and actually stopped. Looking at Shi Boren who was coming over, he blinked in confusion, "You want sugar water? We're not selling it. We've closed the stall."

Shi Boren's expression gradually became painful. He bent down and hugged his stomach. "No, I just wanted to ask if you have any paper. People have urgent needs!"

Chu Yuexing lowered his eyes, took a look, then raised his head and shook his head, "No."

Shi Boren's stomach was rumbling, his expression was petrified:...

No way, there is a boss who cooks food without paper?

"Then... what should I do? Pretty girl, can you lend me some?"

Chu Yueqing took a newspaper from under the stall and handed it over, "Can I have this?"

"It's better to have it than not." Shi Boren took it and happened to see a paragraph of big words written on the newspaper: Fortune-teller predicts that the scumbag will have a 3P affair.

:……

"You guys are waiting to bury me!" Shi Boren took the newspaper and looked anxiously at the three people who were about to disappear. He could only clench his buttocks and run over with his hands covering his hands, cursing as he ran: "Gan Yizu, Gan Yizu, there is an obstacle. If you show courtesy for nothing, you are either raping or stealing. Drink. One cup of milk tea is worth ten pounds of laxatives!"

After scolding him, Shi Boren slapped himself on the mouth again: "It's really embarrassing to call you gluttonous."

Two hours later, a cordon was set up at the entrance of Chongzhong Middle School, and the students were told to go home from school, and a large number of media arrived at the scene.

Shi Boren, with a newspaper in the back pocket of his jeans, discussed the case with Luo Qizhong, his tone was inevitably frustrated: "I thought that with Su Yinyin's confession, the murderer would be brought to justice. Who would have thought that the murderer would commit suicide?"

When Su Yinyin gave her confession, she mentioned that the murderer's voice was familiar. Later, through memory, she said that she had heard it in the cafeteria during the feast.

Seeing that the case was about to be solved.

Everyone's fatigue from staying up late was swept away, and their enthusiasm was blazing, but the murderer's suicide was like a basin of water that extinguished them.

"Think about it from another angle." Luo Qizhong was old enough to be clear-minded and could see things in a positive light: "It's good that he died. There's one less scum in society."

"The bad thing is that he died before being executed. The worst was Brother Xu." Gan Yizu looked at the silent man next to him carefully, "Didn't you see how bad Brother Xu's face turned when he saw the murderer's body?"

As three stretchers covered with black cloth were carried out, the person who was moving the bodies said, "Sir Zhou, there really is another skeletonized body under the tunnel."

Shi Boren felt strange and walked over to ask, "When we started going down the tunnel, wasn't there only one body? How come there is another one?"

According to the preliminary forensic estimate, the skeletonized body had been dead for a year. A year ago, someone reported that Li Zhirong's ex-wife was missing.

"The initial speculation is that it is the murderer's ex-wife. We have to wait for the subsequent test results for the details." Zhou Fengxu held a cigarette between his slender fingers with a stern expression. Through the smoke, he looked at the cafeteria employee who was giving a statement next to him.

The cafeteria employee was so scared that his face turned pale, "Sir, I always felt that Li Zhirong seemed to have a black eye. He even threatened to kill me this morning. Fortunately, you investigated the case quickly, otherwise I would have suffered the consequences."

The colleague in charge of recording the confession wrote down these words in a notebook, "Please recall, after Li Zhirong returned to the dormitory, did anyone come to see him?"

The employee shook his head, "I went to choose the dishes at that time. There are more than a thousand students in Chongzhong, and there are a lot of dishes to choose. No one paid attention to Li Zhirong at that time."

"Okay, if you have any other clues, you can call the police station and provide them." The colleague ended the questioning.

Zhou Fengxu retracted his gaze, put out the cigarette butt, and called to the three people beside him, "Let's go back to the police station first. There is still a lot of finishing work to do."

Several people hurriedly followed.

As the three of them were leaving the school gate, a reporter stopped the man in the windbreaker and asked, "Zhou Shazhan, we received news that the murderer who killed the victim in Cheung Sha Wan has committed suicide out of fear

of crime. There is another victim's body at the scene. Is this true?" Another reporter also asked, "It has only been three days since the female corpse in Cheung Sha Wan was found. The murderer chose to commit suicide out of fear of crime. Has Team D found the key evidence?" "

Or the murderer decided to commit suicide because of his guilty conscience. We found two bodies of victims in the tunnel, one of which was a student of Chongzhong School. According to the forensic doctor, the time of death was no more than 24 hours. If Team D's case handling efficiency was faster, there would be no new victims who died in vain?"

The question came out.

The people in Team D all looked unhappy.

Gan Yizu was young and impulsive, so he pushed the reporter's microphone away. "What do you mean by asking this? Do you mean that we didn't handle the case well? We didn't sleep for three days and three nights. Should we tell you about this?"

The reporter was pushed away and said dissatisfiedly, "Whether you sleep or not, what does it have to do with the reporter? You said that we didn't handle the case well, I didn't blame you."

"So you mean that you are deliberately stopping us from handling the case?" Gan Yizu was getting more and more angry.

"Yizu." Zhou Fengxu called for a stop, and Gan Yizu retreated. He was not angry at the questioning. Instead, he looked at the reporter who asked the question, "Before you came, we already had solid evidence to prove that Li Zhirong was the murderer of the Cheung Sha Wan female corpse. The Public Affairs Bureau will have a press conference soon. If you still have questions, you can ask them later."

"My team members are all very tired. Sorry, we have to go back to the police station to finish up."

Several people returned to the police station.

One by one, they collapsed on the sofa.

Zhou Fengxu took off his windbreaker, put on a white T-shirt, looked at the clock on the wall, and fell into deep thought.

Shi Boren brought him a cup of coffee, "What do you want? Are you still immersed in the Cheung Sha Wan female corpse case? The forensic doctor has examined Li Zhirong's body and has notified his adoptive mother. It is confirmed that it was suicide."

Zhou Fengxu took the coffee, "With Li Zhirong's mentality, since he had already attacked Su Yinyin, why didn't he wait for a second chance?"

"Maybe he felt he had offended someone, so he didn't want to kill again?" Shi Boren found a sofa next to him and sat down, "Anyway, the person is dead, and the case is over. There's no point in thinking too much."

Zhou Fengxu's eyes darkened, "If he really thought so, why did he kill the second victim?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door of Group D's office.

Gan Yizu brought in a stack of photos and handed them to Zhou Fengxu, "Brother Xu, find the photos of the previous victims in the tunnel. The strange thing is that there is a 3 written on Su Yinyin's photo, and a 4 on the other girl."

The evidence can prove that Li Zhirong's criminal path has not stopped.

Shi Boren was speechless for a moment. He put the coffee on the table and looked at Zhou Fengxu awkwardly. "Oh, why didn't he kill the third and fourth people before committing suicide?"

Zhou Fengxu speculated, "So, I suspect someone said something to him, or did something to make him stop his plan and choose suicide."

He fell into deep thought.

Who is this person?

What is the other party's intention or purpose?

Suddenly, a colleague pushed the door in -

"Two students from Chongzhong School broke the news, saying that someone went to see Li Zhirong before he died."

The three people's faces changed at the same time.

It turned out that Li Zhirong really met another person before committing suicide?

——Chu

Yuexiang rode her rickshaw all the way to Miao Street. As soon as she parked her rickshaw, Zhang Jiande rushed over.

"Crickshaw, it's in the newspaper again!"

"Crickshaw again?" Chu Yuexiang took the newspaper and saw a large headline on the front page of Daxi Weekly: Fortune Teller Helps Catch White and Pink Boys.

The article was about Chu Yuexiang's calculations of a rickshaw driver forcing people to buy white and pink.

Chu Yuexiang was dumbfounded.

Did this reporter just stay in Miao Street?

Otherwise, how could he explain that the fortune he calculated yesterday was in the newspaper today?

"It's more than just reporting." Zhang Jiande took a puff of cigarette and pointed at the lower right corner of the newspaper. "It's just like Infernal Affairs, like an enemy spy lurking next to you."

The lower right corner is the feedback from Hong Kong readers, all of which ask the newspaper to disclose the specific identity of the fortune teller and the location of the fortune teller.

Many readers want to come and verify in person whether the fortune teller is really as magical as written in the newspaper.

"If all these readers come, I don't know how much better your business will be." Zhang Jiande sighed.

"What's the use of having more people? I can only tell two people a day at most."

Chu Yueqing folded the newspaper and returned it to Zhang Jiande, then turned her head to look at the street, trying to find the reporter who had been squatting on Temple Street.

Unfortunately, there was no gain.

She didn't care about these anymore, stretched her waist, and then moved the small wooden table out and opened it up.

"Xingxi." Auntie Li came over with a little boy about ten years old, and she greeted with a long wallet in her hand.

Chu Yuexi stood up and smiled, "Auntie Li, you look good."

"Thanks to you, I can sleep well and replenish my blood." Auntie Li opened her wallet and took out a check from it, and handed it over, "This is the two thousand yuan we agreed on, keep it quickly and don't lose it."

"Thank you." Chu Yuexi took the check and put it in the small bag specially for money.

Mrs. Li still felt scared when she thought about letting Yueqing take away the peach blossom. "Fortunately, you are fine. You don't know how scared I was when the police called me today."

Mrs. Li's eyes welled up with tears. "I have always treated Arong as my own child. I never hit or scolded him. I really don't know how he could become a poor, vicious and cruel murderer."

When Mrs. Li adopted Arong, he was only a few months old. She tried her best to educate him but she didn't expect to raise a murderer.

Thinking of the innocent girls who died tragically and the huge failure in education, Mrs. Li felt guilty and heartbroken.

"I don't know if I can raise this little kid well." Auntie Li sighed and touched the boy's head.

"Don't think too much. Some people are born bad, no matter who teaches them." Chu Yueqing comforted her and took out a pineapple ice cream from the popsicle box and handed it to the little boy. The

little fat boy didn't dare to take it. He looked at Auntie Li until Auntie Li let him take it.

He stretched out his chubby hand to take the ice cream, tore open the paper to reveal a row of white teeth: "Thank you, sister."

"You're welcome." Chu Yueqing saw the little fat boy's face at a glance.

Ten years ago, he was alone and helpless, and his fate was to be poor and useless all his life. The moment Auntie Li decided to adopt him, a drastic change occurred.

In the future, he will also be a successful person famous in Hong Kong.

She reached out and touched the little fat boy's head, squinting her eyes with a smile.

"Be obedient and don't make Mrs. Li angry."