Chapter 235 Police Officer's Suspect
This nonsensical sentence made Qiu Huo frown.
The call was from a landline number, and he called back immediately.
The woman over there spoke with a bit of a rural accent, and her words were a little unclear in the sound of the rain.
From the conversation, I learned that this was a small shop in Dongjing District. A boy had just made a phone call to her and has now left.
Qiu Huo asked: "Is she wearing gloves?"
"I think I am wearing it. It's not that cold even when it's raining. It's very strange."
Qiu Huo wrote down the address, opened the curtains of the bay window, and looked at the dark sky outside. The continuous rain seemed to be flooding the city and washing away many traces.
She only wanted to send flowers to Lin Zhi? She committed another crime and met another witness?
Or, does someone want her to send flowers to someone else?
Although the second point is not likely, Qiu Huo couldn't help but think of the white flowers in his memory.
If it was the former, then his previous inference was wrong, as he thought she would not commit the crime so quickly.
Lin Zhi was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, and asked about the situation in a low voice.
Qiu Huo returned to the bed while explaining the situation. In order to avoid catching Lin Zhi cold, he lay down for a while before getting close to her.
Lin Zhi quickly guessed that it was the latter, but he couldn't answer so confidently. After all, from the perspective of his identity, it was impossible for him to know about the flowers for Qiu or the birthday memorial.
"It's really hard to choose. In this kind of weather, it would be difficult for her to meet with a specific target, so it's unlikely to be the former. But if it's the latter, it's also very strange... Could it be that she was really provoked by this situation and chose to commit a crime again to warn you, but was caught again?"
Lin Zhi gave a choice based on logic and even stated his inferences, but the pauses and blank spaces between his words made his doubts appear and disappear like clouds.
"Don't ask me why I thought of the latter situation?"
"If you want to talk."
Although this was said under known circumstances, Lin Zhi would have said this even if he was unaware.
Even the closest people should keep their own secrets, but his lover is always so frank.
"There's nothing I can't say."
For Qiu Huo, there is no need to say these things specifically, but if Lin Zhi is involved, the situation must be made clear.
However, Qiu or simply glossed over the death of his parents and only focused on describing the flowers.
"The man's real name is Wang Yan, nicknamed Greyhound. He is the confidant of the group leader and his most loyal subordinate. With the death of the criminal, the power of the group was almost completely destroyed. Greyhound took a few people overseas to do business and just happened to avoid this turmoil."
"He was publicly wanted, but there was no clue until now. No one thought he would come back to take revenge in a changed form."
It is normal for such criminal gangs to turn against each other for profit. After their backers fall, many people take the money and live elsewhere or make a comeback. Few people would risk revenge.
"When I first received the flowers, I didn't take it seriously, thinking someone had accidentally left them there. But things were different in the second and third years. Once, at the school gate, I accidentally looked him in the eye. Even though I only met him once, I would never forget his face. But because someone came to pick me up, he left quickly. After that, I never saw him again, but the flowers still appear every year."
"It might have been a form of intimidation or a demonstration. In any case, my grandparents lived in fear for those years and even considered moving away. It was then that an uncle found traces of his activities in the Golden Triangle, and they were relieved."
"There are flowers every year, but if there is nothing else, they are just a lost cause and will never amount to anything."
Qiu Huo's eyes were dim in the night. Unlike his worried grandparents, he had been looking forward to meeting the greyhound for a long time to comfort his parents' spirits in heaven.
Unfortunately, the other party has been hiding and has never shown up in public. He said that he was injured at the border and no one knows how he is now.
If he has had contact with Xia Chi, it proves that he is still alive and well.
"If it's really what you think, it looks like he was rejected."
This was not a surprising result at all. Lin Zhi felt that someone as suspicious as Xia Chi would not trust others, especially when doing something so sensitive that he was afraid of being discovered.
Xia Chi spent so much time laying the groundwork and wanted to implement his plan, so why would he need anyone else to get involved?
Whether it is painting, writing, music or sculpture, anyone who is related to art and thinks that he is creating great works is arrogant. They cannot allow a stroke in their painting to be added by others or a line in their painting to be written by others.
"Speaking of which, I found out that someone has been following me recently."
Lin Zhi reached out and opened the bedside table, took out some paper from it, and turned on the bedroom light.
The sudden light was a bit dazzling. Lin Zhi blocked the light and saw Qiu Huo's tense expression clearly.
"I'll have someone check it out. My two team members will take turns on the shift. I'll save their numbers for you. If you find anything wrong, call them immediately and try to catch the person who's watching you."
He may not know the person in the portrait, but as long as he connects the dots, he will know who it is.
Qiu Huo's voice was cold and deep: "I will take care of this matter."
Lin Zhi smiled: "I know."
When facing people close to him, the young man has a gentle and peaceful power.
The night rain is like a dense net, enveloping the world in a unique mood.
Qiu Huo raised his hand to turn off the light and hugged the person tighter.
Thinking of the painting he had just seen, he realized that Lin Zhi had very good painting skills.
Not only that, he should also play the violin very well, although he has never heard it and has only seen a piece of music.
He is an excellent man, no doubt about it.
Qiu Huo couldn't help but think of the scene when he first met him. In the interrogation room, under his gaze, when the young man looked up, the soul in his body seemed to have completed a change.
He has a pair of harmless and soft smiling eyes, and his impatience and panic disappear invisibly. It is a kind of peace that cannot be disguised and comes from his own strength.
Qiu Huo once wondered if it was a split personality. For so long, he was sure that he had not seen the original person appear.
Such an absurd thing that was enough to shatter the materialistic worldview was digested in silence.
He didn't ask any further questions because there was no need to ask, and many things actually didn't need to be explained. If Lin Zhi wanted to tell him one day, he would naturally tell him.
However, Qiu Huo did not really hope that day would come. Based on his understanding of Lin Zhi, that day might be their separation.
While he was thinking, Qiu Huo thought of a way to stimulate Xia Chi.
Her regard for Lin Zhi, or her obsession with the identity of a witness, can be utilized.
The rain outside the window showed no sign of abating, and the occasional lightning between the clouds brightened the city for a moment.
The shadow was stretched in an instant and then disappeared into the silent darkness.
The not-so-bright street lights became even dimmer in the night rain. Raindrops kept rolling down the raincoat, gathering with their peers on the ground, and together flowing into the rusty cracks, becoming part of the stream.
Fifteen seconds, Xia Chi repeated this number in his mind. It took fifteen seconds to connect the call.
Number six, Xia Chi muttered to himself and hurried forward.
Last night's rain seemed to wash away all the filth and dust between heaven and earth. The next day, the sky was clear and blue without any clouds. The sun was as scorching as usual, and the damp air had not yet dissipated, making the city like a steamer.
Lin Zhi was awakened by the smell of food. After washing up, she saw Qiu Huo, who was wearing an apron, serving rice noodles.
The aprons at home were bought by Qiu Huo, after all, the kitchen is his domain.
The unromantic black and white tied on the man's tall body also reduced his coldness.
It was rare for Lin Zhi to see him in the morning, but since Qiu Huo was not in a hurry to go to the police station, he did not ask much.
"How's your novel going?"
There is no rule of not talking while eating. Most of the time, everyone would continue discussing the case after taking a few bites of food. Sometimes when they were in a hurry, it was common to look at the bloody crime scene photos while eating.
Lin Zhi: "It was published yesterday. Two chapters were serialized on the local forum."
Qiu Huo and Lin Zhi looked at each other and realized that the other party had similar intentions as themselves.
This feeling is very good, and Qiu Huo's body language can't help but become more relaxed.
"It seems that you know what I want to say to you, but does it matter?"
If you want to lure the murderer out, you have to bring up something she cares about, even if it angers her.
Since Xia Chi cares so much about her "work" that she is even unwilling to ask for help, then insulting or even distorting her work will definitely attract her attention.
"Of course I have the right to decide which platform to post what I write, and this is the most important thing at the moment."
Lin Zhi specially posted it on the local forum, and because of the subject matter, it attracted a lot of people's attention in just one day.
Although he blurred the place name when writing, due to the special terrain of the first case, two netizens who live nearby have mentioned this incident.
The conversation at the table ended because they knew each other's thoughts without saying much. After washing the dishes, Qiu or changed his clothes and went out.
As early as when he moved in with Lin Zhi's place, he brought all the clothes he often used and hung them neatly together with Lin Zhi's clothes.
After Qiu Huo left, the room fell into silence.
Lin Zhi lowered his head, picked up the air conditioner remote control on the coffee table in the living room, and lowered the temperature.
A few minutes later he picked it up and pressed it twice again, with a little more force.
01 looked at it with some worry, turning around anxiously but not knowing what to do.
It didn't dare to speak, because the last time it spoke in this situation, it made its host feel even worse.
Even though the host had only gently indicated that he wanted silence, 01, who had only said one sentence, could feel his patience draining away.
01 couldn't help but blame itself. It didn't know why it randomly entered this body and gave the host this disease.
The heat was dispelled by the wind from the artificial cooling. Lin Zhi's eyes fell on the balcony window and found something different.
He walked closer and found a layer of film on top. He went to the bedroom and saw anti-peeping film on the bay windows as well.
These were all done by Qiu or Zaoqi. The man was decisive and direct in character, and he never took credit for it.
This is probably the character trait of the main personality, and every fragment shows this side to a greater or lesser extent. Even Xie Qing, who loves to ask for rewards the most, only talks about small things when he says sweet words.
This made Lin Zhi feel a little better, but only a little.
Physiological illnesses are completely beyond the control of reason. In order to avoid drowsiness and the effects of drugs, Lin Zhi has not taken medicine for several days.
The feeling of drug withdrawal is not pleasant. Even without a stimulus, his mood will fall to the bottom for no reason, switching between the anxiety of wanting to destroy things and the boredom and unwillingness to touch everything.
Only in the face of hatred can he remain somewhat calm.
Lin Zhi knew clearly that his suppressed emotions would sooner or later lead to a backlash, but he didn't like to show his emotions or to hysterical madness.
After adjusting his breath, Lin Zhi turned on the computer and published a new chapter.
Sliding the mouse up and down, Lin Zhi looked at each reply almost scrutinizingly. The glowing screen was reflected in his pupils, peeking into the truth beneath the online vest.
In an Internet cafe on the corner of Yuanqiao Street, the screen reflected the face of the operator. The thin and listless young man scratched his messy hair, stretched out his hand and yawned.
This camera position was near the back door. Yesterday's rain formed small puddles on the sunken ground, mixed with all kinds of garbage, emitting a dirty and smelly smell. Zhu Tiantong didn't care. He put out the cigarette in his hand and threw it out. However, when he saw the person he was waiting for come in, he immediately sat up straighter and scratched his hair uncomfortably.
"Sister Xia, please sit down. I've turned on the machine for you."
He smiled rather attentively, and his not-so-good-looking face even revealed a bit of simplicity and honesty.
The girl sat down and five pink hundred-dollar bills were placed on the table.
"Sister Xia, no need."
Xia Chi said without letting anyone refuse: "If you play with me today, I'll treat you."
"But this is too much."
"My house lease has just expired and I don't have a place to live yet, so I'm going to stay at your place for a few days."
Zhu Tiantong rubbed his hands nervously, nodded blankly, and put the money into his pocket.
Xia Chi's eyes fell on the computer screen, and his fingers opened the game skillfully, but he was a little absent-minded. This time he had to make sure everything was foolproof.
Before waiting for the game to start, Xia Chi habitually opened the web page and entered the forum to post.
When she saw one of the hot posts that was pushed to the top, she unconsciously tightened her grip on the mouse.
Through those words, she seemed to see the young man's flawless face.
She regretted more than once that Lin Zhi was not born on October 13th. If that were the case, everything would be perfect.
Dongjing District.
Qiu Huo had already checked the surveillance cameras in the convenience store and nearby areas. In the cameras, Xia Chi was wearing a black raincoat that covered his face and leather gloves on his hands. He left immediately after the call ended.
Apart from this, there was nothing else to gain. It rained heavily last night and the visibility was very low, so I couldn't take any pictures along the way.
This was expected. Qiu might take the information back to the bureau and put it away.
"There was some unusual activity on Xia Chi's card. She withdrew 100,000 yuan in cash from the ATM last night."
Wei Yunjun played the surveillance footage of the ATM. Xia Chi was still dressed the same way. The ATM was not far from Dongjing District.
This was good news. Xia Chi obviously didn't know that her real identity had been discovered by the police, otherwise she wouldn't have only taken 100,000 yuan.
If Xia Chi continued to act under her original identity, they could quickly find her whereabouts.
Zhou Erhe was sent by Qiu Huozhi to investigate the people who followed Lin Zhi. Zhu Changdong made an appointment with the landlord to view the house, and when the time came, they set off immediately.
"It's strange, too. I called the young man several times but couldn't get through. If he hadn't already paid the rent for this month, I would have thought he was going to run away."
"He has rented the house for about half a year and has always paid the rent on time, but he doesn't communicate much with people."
The landlord knocked on the door and waited for a few minutes but there was still no response.
The door lock had been replaced, so the landlord had no choice but to find a locksmith.
It was a sunny day outside, but the curtains in the room were drawn tightly, so the air was not circulating and there was a strange smell.
The landlord quickly turned on the lights, fearing that the house would be destroyed or become a haunted house.
Fortunately, when the lights were turned on, there was no scary scene, and no dirt on the floor. It looked very normal.
Qiu Huo glanced at Zhu Changdong, and Zhu Changdong immediately patted the landlord on the shoulder.
"My eldest brother and the others will take a look first. Let's talk about the price. He bought your house quite some time ago..."
Zhu Changdong's words hinted at a lower price, and the landlord immediately offered to make up for it. The two of them walked out the door while talking.
This is a two-bedroom, two-living room house, with a relatively large living room.
The police officer on the evidence search side went to the bathroom to collect hair, and Qiu Huo went into the master bedroom.
There were wigs and clothes in the closet of the master bedroom, with men's and women's clothes mixed together, and they were not put away properly, which showed that the owner left in a hurry.
The paint on the wall was not smooth, as if something had been pasted here and then torn off.
There were some scattered debris near the kitchen sink and on the floor, traces of burnt paper.
There was an empty bird cage in the second bedroom, with dried bird droppings on it that had not been cleaned up.
Although no key clues were collected, they still correspond to the inferences.
Qiu Huo was taking a photo when his phone suddenly vibrated.
After hearing the content, his expression darkened.
"Captain Qiu, we received a call about an unidentified female corpse found in an alley in Dongjing District. The body was hung on an electric wire, with an inverted triangle-shaped knife wound on her chest."
Seeing that all the house-hunters were leaving in a hurry, the landlord couldn't help but shout, "Don't leave in a hurry. If you think it's too expensive, we can negotiate. Even if the deal doesn't go through, there's still righteousness!"
Zhu Changdong's voice floated up from the bottom: "Sorry, let's talk next time."
The landlord muttered a few words, shuddered inexplicably as he looked at the gloomy house, quickly closed the door, and sent a message to the tenant who did not respond to him to explain what happened today, but this message never received a reply.
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