Cooking (I)
There were balls of paper on the table. Song Xijun was crying and threw another ball of paper on the table. "I always thought he was a good father, but I didn't expect him to do that kind of thing with Xiao Jishan. I can't even raise my head at school now. I just walk along the wall when I see people."
Song Hongquan was on the arrest list. Although he was released due to insufficient evidence, Song Xijun knew that the story was true. The image of Song Hongquan in her mind collapsed. She felt sick when she thought that he bullied a girl of the same age as him.
Mother Fu Nianzhen has been suspicious ever since Song Hongquan was put under surveillance. It was not until Song Hongquan was arrested that she could no longer hold on and fell seriously ill. After she recovered from her illness, she wanted to divorce Song Hongquan.
Song Xijun held Shen Xingyan's hand, "When he was under surveillance, I was angry with you. We have such a good relationship, but I gave you some information, but you didn't show any mercy. After I knew the truth, I really couldn't blame you anymore. If I were you, I would do the same.
Yanyan, I envy you now. Although your parents are separated, they are both upright people. Now, the industrial and commercial bureau and the tax bureau have come to his company to audit the accounts. I don’t know how much they will find out.
When our family had no money, we were all very happy. Ever since he became rich, he and my mother have never had a harmonious meal together. ”
"Money is the root of all evil. We quarrel when we have money, and we still quarrel when we don't have money." For example, the original owner's parents.
For their generation, most marriages are not voluntary. After marriage, the economy develops rapidly, old ideas collide with new concepts, and it is normal for problems to arise in marriage.
Song Xijun's pager suddenly rang. She took a look and said, "My mother asked me to go back. She has been in poor health recently. I'm going back to see her."
"Remember to contact me if anything happens."
Song Xijun hugged her and said, "Luckily, I have you, Yanyan. I think you are really different now. You have grown up."
Shen Xingyan smiled, "People always have to learn to grow up."
Song Xijun raised the corners of his lips helplessly, "Yes, we must learn to grow up."
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Shen Xingyan returned to the forensic room and heard that Qi Jiabao had come to see her, so she turned around and went to the second team.
The morale of the Second Detachment was low and everyone was dejected.
Shen Xingyan was very surprised, "What happened?"
When Qi Jiabao saw her, he immediately came over with the file in his hand, "The case is here, but it's an old case that everyone is worried about."
Shen Xingyan took it, opened it, and frowned when he saw the first photo.
The whole photo was blood red, with a person lying in the middle. To be exact, it was a skinned person with blood and flesh all over him. His eyes were bulging outward as if they were about to burst, his mouth was wide open, and his body was twisted at incredible angles.
Except for a very shallow sharp wound on the ankle, there were no other wounds on the deceased's body. The skinner was very skilled and only peeled off a thin layer of skin without touching any subcutaneous tissue. Even excellent doctors would be outdone by such technology.
An autopsy revealed that the deceased's myocardium was partially degenerated and necrotic, his lungs were congested and edematous, and his multiple organs were congested. It was determined that he died of acute heart failure. The deceased was tested for drug reactions and the results were negative.
The criminal police handling the case at the time had different opinions on the cause of the deceased's heart failure. Some believed that the deceased had a congenital heart disease, while others believed that it was the murderer's fault. As for what caused it, there was no specific explanation.
Because the appearance of the deceased cannot be restored and there is nothing on the deceased that can confirm his identity, the identity of the deceased has not been determined yet. Judging only from the bone age, the deceased was between 18 and 25 years old and was a female.
The higher-ups attach great importance to this case, but unfortunately, more than a year has passed and there has been no breakthrough progress. The body is still in the freezer of the forensic room and no one has touched it.
When Gu Fang saw that she had finished reading, he said, "Contact the professor at the Academy of Fine Arts and ask him to draw a sketch of the deceased."
"Okay, but I can't guarantee that I can draw it. A skinned corpse is no different from a mummy, and it has a greater visual impact. I'm afraid the professor can't bear it, so I can only say that I will try my best."
"It's okay, I'll go with you."
Professor Zhong Jiaoren of the Academy of Fine Arts is known as a talented painter in the industry. He studied in Hong Kong and returned to the mainland in 1983, where he began working as a cultural relic restorer. The cultural relics restored by him are so authentic that it is difficult to tell whether they are real or fake.
In recent years, due to his old age and lack of energy, he resigned from his job of restoring cultural relics and was hired as a professor by the Academy of Fine Arts.
Zhong Jiaoren spends most of his time teaching at the Academy of Fine Arts, and restores cultural relics in his spare time. Countless people came to him to repair cultural relics, and some even offered high prices, but they were all rejected by Zhong Jiaoren.
He said that the cultural relics were Guo Jia's property, not his personal belongings. He had no complaints when asked to repair Guo Jia's cultural relics, but he would not repair his personal property no matter how much money he was offered.
Gu Fang didn't expect Zhong Jiaoren to be so principled, and he couldn't help but stand in awe of him. He and Shen Xingyan sat in the last row of the classroom, listening to Zhong Jiaoren talk about a copper-based enameled bowl with a lotus and dragon pattern from the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty.
Gu Fang crossed his legs, leaned against the back of his chair, and half-closed his eyes to look at the bowl on the podium. The bright yellow background, with lotus flowers surrounding the blue dragon pattern, makes it look like a royal item.
He leaned close to Shen Xingyan's ear and whispered, "Guess whether it's genuine or a fake."
Shen Xingyan moved to the side, but they were too close, and his breath sprayed on her face. Just as he was about to speak, the student in front of him turned around and said, "Don't question Professor Zhong, that is the authentic one." He glanced at Gu Fang with disdain.
Gu Fang was speechless and raised his eyebrows. Shen Xingyan laughed, noticed Zhong Jiaoren's gaze, and nodded at him as a greeting.
After class, Gu Fang and Shen Xingyan walked up to Zhong Jiaoren. Zhong Jiaoren carefully put the bowl into the box. Judging from his expression, this bowl is really authentic.
Shen Xingyan greeted him first, and then stated the purpose of his visit, "I am sorry to trouble you again, Professor."
Zhong Jiaoren: "Did you bring the photos?"
"Yes, you should be prepared. It will have a great visual impact. It's best to change places."
"Come to my office."
Zhong Jiaoren has a separate office, which is filled with many sketches, close-ups of various parts of the human body, especially faces, young, old, from the front, and from the side.
Zhong Jiaoren said, "After Xiao Shen came last time, I became interested in drawing human faces, and I've drawn a lot recently." He stretched out his hand towards Shen Xingyan, "Photos." He seemed a little impatient.
Shen Xingyan hesitated a little, glanced at Gu Fang, and put it in his hand.
When Zhong Jiaoren saw the first face, he turned pale instantly. It was a frontal photo of the face, with no skin, only facial features. Because it had been frozen, the red flesh was covered with a layer of frost. Look at the second photo, it's a photo of the back of the head, it looks like a meat ball, the third photo is a side view, the ear looks like a polyp growing on the meat ball...
Zhong Jiaoren couldn't bear it any longer, so he threw the photos away and leaned over the sink and vomited all over the place. Even the wrinkles on his face showed bitterness.
Shen Xingyan was a little worried, "Professor, are you okay? How about another day?"
Zhong Jiaoren waved his hand and said, "I can do it, give me some time." He thought hard for five minutes, suppressed his nausea, and picked up the photo again. He frowned, his eyes showing pity, "Is this... really a human?"
"Yes, but the murderer skinned me."
Zhong Jiaoren picked up the pen with trembling hands and put the first stroke on the paper. His expression gradually became more focused, as if he was repairing a cultural relic countless times.
The appearance of the deceased slowly took shape under Zhong Jiaoren's pen. She was a pretty girl with a round face, almond eyes, a small nose, thick eyebrows, a high forehead, and long hair casually scattered.
He was about 20 years old, very close to the age estimated by the forensic doctor.
Gu Fang held the sketch, hesitating slightly.
Shen Xingyan thanked Zhong Jiaoren with a smile on her face. Zhong Jiaoren's face was pale. He had reached the limit of his patience. He leaned over the sink and vomited again.
Gu Fang whispered, "He just drew it like this, is it really possible?"
Shen Xingyan nudged him with her elbow, asking him not to say it in front of Zhong Jiaoren. She had a smile on her face, with only the corners of her mouth twitching slightly. "Didn't we do this experiment last time? You have to believe that human potential is unlimited."
It took a long time before Zhong Jiaoren stopped vomiting. His face was pale. He told Shen Xingyan that he must tell him when the case was solved. He wanted to know which demon was so cruel.
How could he bear to peel off the skin of such a young life.
Shen Xingyan said yes, and after leaving Zhong Jiaoren's office, Gu Fang said, "I will check the missing persons, contact the TV stations and newspapers, publish the sketches, and find the body as soon as possible. If the case is solved, I will come to thank you."
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The skinning case attracted great attention from the public at that time. The police, under pressure from all sides, invested a lot of manpower and material resources to investigate the case, but have not found any relevant clues so far. In order to quell public anger, the provincial department had to send professionals to deal with it.
Now that the case has been brought up again, the provincial department has not made any public statement, but has secretly ordered Zhang Changming that the case must be solved and an explanation must be given to the society.
The pressure Gu Fang was under can be imagined. The people in the Second Team hated the First Team so much that they were putting themselves on the fire.
The Second Team held their breath and worked hard just to slap some people in the face. Just because you can't solve the case doesn't mean the Second Detachment can't solve it.
The sketch was released on TV and in newspapers, but nothing happened for a week.
The Second Detachment made every effort to investigate the missing cases, expanding from Nanfu City to the surrounding provinces and cities.
Finally, on New Year’s Eve, there was news.
The deceased was a native of Chengdu named Yang Pan. He went to Nanfu City for exchange and study and then disappeared.
Yang's parents reported Yang Pan missing last year and had no news of him until they saw his sketch on TV. They tried to contact the Nanfu City police, and after a DNA comparison, confirmed that the deceased was their daughter, Yang Pan.
The moment Yang's father and mother found out, they collapsed on the ground in tears. They couldn't believe that their daughter had been in the cold freezer for a whole year and had been brutally skinned.
Yang's mother fainted several times and beat her chest in frustration, "It's all my fault, I shouldn't have let her come to Nanfu! P's exchange study, my daughter was lost in the exchange!"
Father Yang just shed tears silently, not daring to look at his "daughter" in the freezer. He suddenly knelt in front of Gu Fang, who was startled and hurriedly helped him up, "What are you doing? Get up quickly."
"Comrade police officer, I beg you, please catch the murderer! I want revenge for my daughter! My daughter cannot die in vain! As long as you catch the murderer, I will pay you any amount of money, even my life."
"It is our duty to catch the murderer. Don't worry, we will definitely catch the murderer and give you an explanation. We want to know who Yang Pan followed to Nanfu City for exchange and study."
Father Yang wiped away his tears and said, "My daughter learned it from shadow play study."
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