Chapter 87 The Murderer
◎How did he get caught by the police so quickly?◎
Zhao Xiangwan's questioning continued.
Her voice was steady, soft, yet clear.
"Very good. He was scrubbing the hem of the clothes, and as he did so, he tilted his face slightly. You can see his profile now. Is his forehead flat? Are his eyelashes long? Do his eyeballs protrude? Is his nose high? Is there a bulge in the middle of his nose? Are his nostrils big? Does he have nose hair? Is his philtrum long? Are his lips thick? Is his chin long? Is his Adam's apple big? Look back and see if the tip of his nose, lips, and chin can form a straight line? If not, which part is higher?"
As Zhao Xiangwan described, Feng Jianlie's memories became clearer and clearer.
His eyes gradually became brighter and his voice became much louder.
"I saw it, I saw it! His forehead is very flat, his eyelashes are not long, his eyeballs are a little protruding, his nose is neither high nor low, it is a straight line, he has nose hair, and it is very thick, his philtrum is not long, his lips are a little thick, his chin is not long, his Adam's apple is big, and there is a downward slope between his chin and Adam's apple, the nose tip, lips, and chin are not a straight line, the lowest point is the chin."
When Feng Jianlie began to speak, Ning Qingning pressed the button of the recorder so that she could check the details repeatedly later. The tape made a low "buzzing" sound, and Ning Qingning's heart was like fire. She didn't dare to blink and looked at Zhao Xiangwan seriously.
——She asked such good and detailed questions! Especially the description of the profile lines, which was precise and professional. With such a description, he would definitely be able to draw a very realistic profile portrait.
Zhao Xiangwan's voice was filled with encouragement and praise.
"Very good. Now you called him, and he was startled and turned his head quickly to face you. Although the incandescent light at the toilet door was not bright, it was right on his face, and you could see him clearly."
Feng Jianlie nodded confidently: "Yes! I can see it clearly."
Seeing that the other party was becoming more confident and was in a state of excitement with an extreme desire to express himself, Zhao Xiangwan gradually increased his speech speed.
"Is your face big?"
"It's not that big, but there's a bit of flesh here. It's narrow on top and wide at the bottom. The hair is shaved very short, and the edge on the forehead is very clear. It must have been cut in the past two days."
"What about eyebrows and eyes?"
"He has thick, flat eyebrows, like a tapeworm. There is a lump of flesh between his eyebrows. His eyes are not very big, but the corners of his eyes are slightly turned up. He squints at people and looks very fierce."
"What about the nose? Is it big?"
"The nose is a bit fleshy, the nostrils are relatively large, and the nose hair is exposed."
"Is the philtrum deep? Are the lips thick? Are there any fine lines on them? Is the color red?"
"Philtrum? I don't think I can see it. The lips are thick, without any fine lines. The lower lip is a little turned outwards, and the color is dark. I can't tell what kind of red it is."
“See the teeth?”
"I saw it. His mouth didn't seem to be closed, and a little bit of his teeth were exposed. They were not very white, but a little yellow. He had two big front teeth with a small gap in the middle."
"Very good. Do you remember what he was wearing?"
"It was a military green round-neck T-shirt, a little bleached from washing, with a loose collar, revealing a red mark here, on his collarbone. Oh, no, it's a scar, a bit like a burn. He was wearing a dark jacket on top, which was wrinkled, and the hem of the shirt was very wet."
Zhao Xiangwan looked at Ji Zhao.
【Ask him about his overall impression.】
Ji Zhao did not write anything, but just listened attentively.
Zhao Xiangwan nodded, knowing that Ji Zhao felt that the details provided were sufficient, and that he still needed to capture the spirit of the character.
"Very good, you saw the murderer very clearly. What was your first impression? What was going through your mind at that time?"
When it comes to his first impression, Feng Jianlie has a lot to say.
"When I first saw him, I thought: This guy is not a college student. His temperament is obviously not that of a scholar, but a bit like a soldier. However, he doesn't seem to be the kind of righteous and mighty soldier on TV. He looks a bit evil, a bit fierce, and a bit indescribably cruel. He likes to look at people with his eyes squinting, which makes me uncomfortable."
"I called him hello, but he didn't respond. He just turned his head and found someone, then quickly turned around and ran out along the corridor very quickly. He was tall, with long legs, and his running stride was very beautiful, just like the leopard in Animal World."
"I thought at the time, this guy ran so fast, damn, I didn't even ask him who he was, and he ran away. Why was he running? What could I do to him? Police comrade, I never thought he was a bad guy..."
Hearing this, Zhao Xiangwan knew that he had come out of the semi-hypnotic state.
This state of high mental concentration can usually only be maintained for about five minutes. If it lasts longer, you will feel tired.
Zhao Xiangwan raised his hand and clapped twice.
“Snap! Snap!”
The clear sound echoed in the portrait room, waking Feng Jianlie up in a flash. He looked up blankly at Zhao Xiangwan: "Comrade police officer, I remember it, I really remember it."
Zhao Xiangwan picked up the teacup on the table and handed it to him: "Well done. Have a drink first, and when the portrait is finished, come back and take a look and give some suggestions."
Feng Jianlie nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay, you guys draw."
After the psychological pressure was suddenly relieved, Feng Jianlie felt refreshed. Looking at the two portrait artists who were writing furiously on the drawing paper in front of him, he quietly asked Zhao Xiangwan: "Can you catch the bad guys? Can I make a contribution?"
Zhao Xiangwan waved his hands: "Don't disturb them while they are working."
Feng Jianlie quickly lowered his breathing and dared not move at all.
Ning Qingning thought for a moment, picked up the charcoal pencil in her right hand, and began to paint on the sketch paper. Feng Jianlie had already provided a lot of details, and Ning Qingning had a basic outline in her mind. Years of basic skills and hard work were not in vain, and Ning Qingning painted every stroke very carefully.
Ji Zhao rolled up his sleeves, exposing half of his forearms, so as not to affect his movements. He looked at the easel in front of him, which stood very steadily on three legs, with a piece of sketch paper pasted on the drawing board.
The paper surface is flat and smooth, with slightly rough edges. When the charcoal falls, it will leave behind hard or soft lines.
Put down the pen and move the pen.
Line, dot, tick.
There is no need to draw outlines. Ji Zhao never makes a draft when painting. The draft is always in his mind.
Any person, thing or object that Ji Zhao has seen once will be clearly engraved in his mind. This is his innate talent.
Having not interacted with others since childhood, Ji Zhao had more time to hone his talent. Through learning and training in painting techniques, he was able to reproduce them on paper with unparalleled accuracy.
This talent was applied to the field of painting, and Ji Zhao became a hyperrealist painter and became famous in the art world.
But what if this talent is applied to the field of criminal investigation?
Just imagine, as long as there are witnesses, Ji Zhao can draw a suspect based on other people's oral descriptions, and the drawing is as close to a photograph as a human. With the help of this talented criminal portrait artist, the police can solve more unsolved and mysteries.
From a talented painter to a forensic portrait painter, with Zhao Xiangwan as a bridge, Ji Zhao's transformation was very rapid. Watching him write quickly, Zhao Xiangwan smiled slightly.
Half an hour later, Ji Zhao stopped writing, took down the finished portrait and put it aside, then replaced it with a piece of sketch paper and continued painting.
Ning Qingning was so focused on her work that she didn't notice Ji Zhao's actions. However, Sun Xiu was curious and stretched her head to look at the portrait that Ji Zhao had painted.
This... is this a sketch portrait?
Using only charcoal pencil, the features of a three-dimensional portrait were captured.
Although her hair is short, each strand stands upright, as if it would move in the wind.
The pupil of the eye is very bright. If you stare at it, you can feel the changes in light and shadow. If you look closely, you can even find an inverted human figure in the pupil.
The nose is big and fleshy, with a few nose hairs sticking out, giving the impression that this person has too much hair and does not pay attention to his personal image.
The lips are plump and have a bulging feeling. The teeth are clenched, and the muscles on both sides of the cheeks are tense. Because of the tension, the lips are slightly opened, exposing the two front teeth.
And the retracted chin and the connection with the throat make it feel like he would have a double chin if he just lowered his head a little.
The collar is old and has faded from washing - such vague words are actually shown in the portrait. Just adding a little shadow and a few highlights can make people clearly see that this is an old T-shirt. There is a round scar the size of a coin on the left side of the collarbone. It seems to be an old scar, which has caused the surrounding muscles to be somewhat tense.
It was just a portrait, but it successfully left Sun Xiu with a deep impression of the suspect - Feng Jianlie was not wrong, this man was very fierce and powerful, with a masculine tension that seemed to overflow from the paper.
Although Sun Xiu was not a professional criminal justice portrait painter, he had seen the portraits painted by Ning Qingning.
Let’s put it this way, Ning Qingning’s portraits are very regular and standard. He deconstructs the human facial features and other parts of the face, making the portraits well-balanced and with clear features.
However, Ji Zhao's portraits are very artistic, with great tension, expressiveness and appeal. They can catch everyone's attention at the first moment and leave people speechless for a long time.
If you put the portraits of Ning Qingning and Ji Zhao together, it is easy to see the difference between them.
Ning Qingning's portraits are highly professional, more like a puzzle. As long as you have a basic painting foundation and practice hard, you can achieve this effect. Ji Zhao's portraits pay more attention to the overall quality, full of artistic sense and spirit. Even if others work hard, it will be in vain if they don't have talent.
孫岫沒有見過犯罪嫌疑人，但看到這幅畫像，他有信心：只要讓他見到嫌疑人，就一定能夠認出來。因為季昭畫的不僅是形，他還将那種內在的、永遠不會變的神韻給畫了出來。
孫岫的信心頓時來了，興奮地擡頭，想看看季昭又打算畫什麽。
不過十分鐘，一張犯罪嫌疑人的背影圖便出現在紙面上。寬闊的後背、粗壯的頸脖，剛剪過的短發、大大的耳朵、肥厚的耳垂，最顯眼的，是後脖右下方有一塊指甲蓋大小的黑色胎記。
“刷！刷！刷！刷！”
畫紙邊沿用來粘貼在畫板上的膠帶紙被撕下來，季昭重新換上一張新的素描畫紙。
這回，是一張側臉素描。
最顯眼的，是那豐厚的嘴唇，內收的下巴。下唇略微突出，下颌線條弧度不明顯，看着有點粗魯。
“刷！刷！刷！刷！”
側臉素描從畫板上拿下來，季昭再貼上一張。
這一回，他畫的是對方奔跑的速寫。
暗夜、昏暗的走廊，一個高大奔跑的男子，行動間帶着股生猛勁，眼神兇猛望向前方，讓人一看便不寒而栗。
孫岫的嘴張得老大，不敢相信季昭還能畫一贈三。
刑偵畫像師的任務，是畫出嫌疑人的正臉，此後協查令發放下去，就是那張标準的正面肖像。刑偵畫像介于素描與速寫之間，既有線條勾勒，也有陰影變化，主打一個“突出特征”。
可季昭這個搞法，完全是反套路，主打一個“360度全方位無死角”，除了把犯罪嫌疑人的正面，還有背面、側面、全身動态畫像。
你這是想要公安系統的刑偵畫像師都累吐血嗎？
誰會像你一樣，刷刷刷刷一口氣畫出四張不重樣的來！
萬一要是不像呢？孫岫在心裏嘀咕了這麽一句之後，又自己把這句給否定。怎麽可能不像呢？光是看到這三張圖，他的腦子裏已經構建出一個立體人物。如果憑借這樣的畫像去找人，絕對一抓一個準！
沉浸于工作狀态的寧清凝絲毫不受季昭的影響，他按照自己的節奏畫完了正面肖像，正想按流程讓馮兼烈看看有什麽要修改的，擡頭看到傻乎乎的孫岫張着大嘴盯着季昭的畫板，這才想到今天畫像室還有一個同行。
寧清凝好奇湊過去，拿起季昭的畫。
這一看不要緊，寧清凝久久沒有說話。也說不出來心裏是什麽滋味，既有佩服、有歡喜，也有一種惆悵。
佩服季昭年紀輕輕便能畫出這麽有表現力的人像圖；歡喜有季昭的加入能夠加快這個案件的偵破。
至于惆悵……即使再努力，他知道自己終其一生也無法追趕上，因為季昭就是人們嘴裏經常說的——天才。
寧清凝不是天才，他只是愛好加堅韌，這才成為行業內頂尖的刑偵畫像師。他也接受過無數贊譽，也得到了同行的認可，在工作中獲得許多成就，原本還有點小驕傲，可是當他看到這四張人像圖，終于明白什麽是“一山更比一山高”。
寧清凝長嘆一聲，收起自己的畫像，将季昭畫的肖像推到馮兼烈面前：“來，你看看，畫得像不像？”
不出所料，馮兼烈一看到畫像，立馬跳了起來，聲音激動得變了形：“對對對！就是這個樣子，一模一樣，一模一樣！”
他拿過正面像，指着那雙眼睛：“唉呀，當時我就覺得這人的眼睛怎麽那麽兇呢，原來是因為眼珠子顏色淺，光一照看着有些古怪。”
他拿過側面像，指着下巴處：“對對對，就是這樣的，他的下巴和一般人長得不一樣，反正不太好看。”
緊接着他又拿着背面像、全身奔跑速寫圖啧啧稱奇：“這完全就是我那天晚上看到的人，就是他！”
寧清凝将心裏升起的那一點點說不清道不明的酸意壓下，再次确認：“你确定，就是這個人？有沒有哪些地方需要改動？”
馮兼烈連連搖頭：“不用改，不用改，就這樣挺好的。”
他只看了兩眼，便打了個冷顫不敢再看，将畫像放在桌上，自己站得遠遠的，仿佛害怕畫上的人活過來，從紙上跑出來把他給殺了。
孫岫興沖沖拿起四張畫稿，正要去彙報，忽然停下腳步，望向寧清凝，猶豫道：“老寧，你的畫……”
寧清凝擺了擺手，努力擠出個笑臉：“不用管我，過稿了就行，誰畫不一樣？”
【唉，人比人氣死人，有季昭在，我們畫像師都沒飯吃喽。我入行六、七年，畫了上萬張畫像，參與過幾十起刑偵大案，立下二等功三項，三等功五項，我以為一分耕耘一分收獲，可是……和天賦比起來，努力算什麽？！】
聽到寧清凝的心聲，趙向晚擔心影響到他的工作熱情，更擔心無形中為季昭樹敵，便走到寧清凝面前，誠懇道：“寧警官，借一步說話？”
寧清凝不知道趙向晚是什麽意思，擡眼看着這個眉眼間稚氣猶在的姑娘：“什麽事？”
趙向晚看向季昭：“我和寧警官說幾句話，你在那邊幫我畫幅圖吧。”
【你願意讓我畫？】
季昭眼睛一亮，點了點頭，馬上拿出素描紙，準備給趙向晚畫像。他其實一直有些蠢蠢欲動，想畫一幅趙向晚的半身油畫，只是怕她不願意，便沒有動手。現在趙向晚開了口，季昭立刻在腦中構思，拿過紙來開始描畫。
安排好季昭之後，趙向晚與寧清凝走到門外。
門口是一條長長的走廊，每個辦公室裏的人都在忙碌中，沒有人關注到趙向晚與寧清凝。
趙向晚的聲音很輕，但卻能讓寧清凝聽得清楚。
“季昭是一位天才畫家，十五歲開個人畫展，開創超寫實油畫流派，在湘省藝術圈裏很有名氣。”
天才畫家？十五歲開個人畫展，開創畫法流派？不論是哪一條，寧清凝都難以望其項背，不由得瞪大了眼睛，不敢置信地看着趙向晚：“那，他為什麽進公安系統？”
【難怪畫得這麽好，原來是天才畫家啊。季昭這一生已經達到巅峰，名利雙收，幹嘛要來公安局當一個刑偵畫像師？這不是大材小用嘛。】
趙向晚微笑：“他，是我的專屬刑偵畫像師。”
季昭之所以進入重案組，是因為季錦茂知道自己能與他交流，能讓他融入社會，不至于成為“地主家的傻兒子”。
旁人說話，季昭有時候聽有時候不聽，全看心情。但對于趙向晚，季昭的腦袋裏安裝了雷達一樣，自動接受，不管何時不管何地。
想讓季昭畫像，必須有趙向晚在場，否則他不會動筆。
所以，說季昭是趙向晚的專屬刑偵畫像師，并不為過。
看到趙向晚的笑容，寧清凝自認為懂了，“啊”了一聲之後，“哦哦哦。”
【現在的年輕人可真會啊，季昭性格內向，只聽趙向晚的話。啊，雖然是天才，但好像又有點可憐？】
趙向晚懂人性。
嫉妒心理，存在于人類的潛意識。看到別人比自己強，心理産生不服氣的情緒，就會産生一種憤怒、怨恨的情緒。
如何消除嫉妒心理？
第一，亮出弱點。
寧清凝看到季昭性格內向，不願意與人交流，受制于一個小姑娘，事業難得有大的發展，不由自主開始同情季昭。只要他開始同情，嫉妒情緒自然就消散了。
第二，拉開差距。
兩人差距越大，嫉妒心理越強，但如果達到某個極值，拍馬也追趕不上時，對方自然就懶得嫉妒：反正也比不過，嫉妒有用嗎？
姐妹倆長相一般的可能會嫉妒長得漂亮的那一個，但卻不會嫉妒銀幕上豔光四射的電影明星。
同學之間成績差的可能會嫉妒成績優秀的，但卻對傳說中十三歲考進天才少年班的人産生不了一絲嫉妒之心。
天才畫家成為刑偵畫像師，對于寧清凝這樣一個非科班出身的人而言，完全是全方位碾壓。寧清凝現在只有仰望，只有驚嘆，卻一絲嫉妒、不滿都沒有。
接下來，趙向晚要做的，是建立寧清凝的自信。
這個世界那麽大，刑偵案件那麽多，畫像難道全靠季昭一人？不可能的！必須要扶持起來更多的刑偵畫像師，不然今天季昭冒了尖，未來他會累到吐血。
一枝獨秀不是春，百花齊放春滿園嘛，是不是？
趙向晚笑了笑，态度誠懇地對寧清凝說：“寧警官，季昭有過目不忘的能力，觀察力極為敏銳；他母親是知名畫家，自小培養，有出色的繪畫根底；他雖然不能說話，但理解力出色，能将感性的文字轉換成畫面。這樣的季昭，刑偵領域能尋出幾個？”
寧清凝聽得目眩神迷：“還幾個？絕無僅有！”
趙向晚道：“所以，他是無法複制的，他的刑偵畫像技法，旁人也學不會，是不是？”
寧清凝愣了一下，忽然明白了過來，眼睛裏漸漸有了光亮：“對！”
趙向晚道：“您将人臉分成不同部位，并區分出不同類型，采取拼圖的方式構建出一張與嫌疑人相似度高達七、八分的人像，這種方法，是可以複制，也可以标準化、量産，是不是？”
未來如果像趙晨陽所說的那樣公安系統用電腦建立起什麽“數據庫”，這套拼圖方法将更加行之有效。
趙向晚的話語似春風拂過寧清凝有些郁悶的心，那股受挫感一掃而空，哈哈一笑：“趙向晚，你說得對。”
趙向晚建議道：“趁着這幾天我們在京都，你們不妨多多交流，或許對您的事業有所幫助。咱們公安系統如果能有更多優秀的刑偵畫像師，那些作惡者将無處可逃，是不是？”
寧清凝激動起來：“太好了，太好了！正好我有一些疑問，可以請教一下季昭。”
趙向晚看一眼他的手，将季昭當時見到寧清凝時發現的問題說了出來：“季昭曾告訴我，說您食指、中指、虎口處有細微磨損，說明平時練習很多，不過執筆姿勢不太正确。”
寧清凝現在對季昭那是心服口服，連聲道：“是的是的，我畫畫執筆姿勢一直都是那樣。我是自學成才，雖然後來進藝術學院培訓了一年，但畢竟不是童子功，在學院的時候老師也說過我執筆姿勢不正确，只是改不過來。走走走，我得趕緊向季昭學習。不然等你們離開，就學不着了。”
寧清凝正準備進屋向季昭請教，孫岫跑過來，大聲道：“老寧，秦隊通知開會，快來快來。”
特案特辦，現在整個西山區公安局全部配合10·17大案，也就是發生在1992年10月17日京都對外經貿大學主教學樓的聞倩語被殺案。
犯罪嫌疑人的畫像一出，整個市局都驚動了。
這可是首次，公安系統的刑偵畫像采用正、背、側三面素描，外加全身動态速寫的360度全方位畫像。
協查畫像以正面像為主，背面、側面、動态速寫則縮印之後與正面像排版成一頁，這樣的協查畫像發出去，肯定會讓同行驚掉下巴。
畫像複印件一拿到，秦勇兵立刻通知重案一組開會，布置任務。
大家剛一坐下，秦勇兵便将畫像分發到每個人手裏。
除了孫岫、寧清凝早就見過，态度相對理智外，其餘幾個都完全坐不住了：“老寧，這是你畫的畫像？我的天，水平突飛猛進啊。”
寧清凝并不居功，欠了欠身，正準備說這是季昭所繪，卻被趙向晚打斷：“誰畫的，都不重要。我和季昭只是過來觀摩實習，這一切都是西山區公安局的集體功勞。我們現在要做的，是盡快把畫像發下去，把嫌疑人抓捕歸案。”
寧清凝與孫岫交換了一個眼色，都從對方的眼神裏看出欽佩與欣賞。湘省公安廳送來的兩名實習生，有才、不居功、不自傲，真的很難得。
秦勇兵道：“對，我們現在要抓緊時間，發動所有公安幹警的力量，将畫像發出去。”
李寄建議：“秦隊，時間過去這麽久，嫌疑人恐怕早就離開京都，我們利用媒體的力量，在報紙發布懸賞令吧，局裏應該還有經費。畫像這麽逼真，只要是熟悉他的人一定能認得出來。”
秦勇兵立刻同意了李寄的這個建議：“好，這一點你負責。”
範文光觀察了一下畫像：“嫌疑人似乎是剛剪過頭發，我帶人走訪大學附近的理發店，看能不能找出有用的線索來。”
秦勇兵點頭：“行，那老範你帶兩個人去查，要人的話，你找隔壁組。局長發了話，局裏所有人手歸我們重案一組調配。”
範文光“嗯”了一聲，拿起畫像看了又看，啧啧稱奇，“這畫像，真是絕了！我幹了這麽多年刑警，第一次見到這樣的排版。一大三小，什麽胎記、疤痕都一目了然，連鼻毛都看得清清楚楚，嫌疑人底褲恨不得都要扒掉，哈哈。果然年輕人腦子就是靈活，創新。”
蕭海也對畫像很感興趣，仔細觀察之後，他給了一個推斷：“從這人的奔跑姿态來看，極有可能在軍隊受過訓練，是複員軍人、軍轉幹部、還是在編軍人，這些得了需要認真查。只是這樣一來，範圍太大了。”
他略一思索，繼續分析：“從他那件泛白的軍綠色T恤來看，極有可能剛剛退伍的軍人，他來京都如果是打工，那一定在京都對外經貿大學附近，可以走訪附近工地詢問。這麽有特色的男人，應該很快就有人能夠認出來。如果他是來旅游，也一定會住在學校附近，可以走訪附近旅館，尤其是18號退房離開的人，更要重點關注。”
趙向晚越聽越高興，內心一片火熱。
太好了！這裏的刑警都非常專業。趙晨陽曾經提供過模糊的線索——住在附近，外地打工人員，他們都已經想到！
只有一條，趙晨陽曾提到兇手坐上了公交車，将聞倩語的書包、随身聽、耳機、雨傘扔在某個樹林的亂草堆，目前還沒有人提到。
等到蕭海走訪這條線安排好人手後，歐陽鼎發言：“我帶人抓公交車這條線。我去隔壁組叫兩個人，一起拿着畫像詢問公交車站附近的商販、公交車司機與售票員，看能不能提供有用的信息。”
趙向晚問：“秦隊，蔣汀蘭曾經說過，聞倩語上晚自習的時候帶着書包，書包裏裝着課本、作業本、英語聽力測試卷以及筆盒，另外還有随身聽、耳機等物。這些物品，現場都沒有發現，是不是？”
秦勇兵點頭：“對，現場沒有發現，可能被兇手扔掉了。”
孫岫舉手示意：“這條線我來負責。只是過了幾天，學校垃圾恐怕都已經處理完了。只能走一走附近幾個垃圾處理站，碰碰運氣。”
趙向晚問：“學校附近有沒有與公交車站靠近的隐蔽地方，比如樹林子、小巷子、垃圾堆？”
孫岫看了她一眼：“你怎麽問這個？”
趙向晚道：“我在想，兇手有沒有可能是用随身聽砸昏聞倩語？那他逃跑之時可能會把随身聽這些東西都塞進書包，匆匆帶出學校。這些東西就像個定時炸彈，他也不敢亂扔，有沒有可能一直帶上了公交車，然後下車之後找個隐蔽地方扔了？”
趙向晚剛才催眠馮兼烈的畫面讓孫岫印象深刻，眼前這個鳳眼秀眉的姑娘給他一種沉靜、穩定的感覺，令人不由自主地想要跟随。
聽到趙向晚的分析，孫岫取出一張京都地圖，鋪在乒乓球臺上。所有人都湊近地圖，開始以京都經貿大學為起點，順着公交車線路開始搜尋。
圈出幾處可疑地塊之後，孫岫道：“我來走這條線吧。”
一切安排得井井有條，重案一組的所有成員投入到全力以赴的登報懸賞、張貼協查畫像、走訪、調查、搜尋工作中。
趙向晚與季昭不熟悉京都地形，沒有跟着出去，便每天來找寧清凝，一邊讨論刑偵畫像的技巧，一邊等消息。
原本趙向晚想着等到周六，再晚周日也得回學校，不然周巧秀老師得着急死。可是她沒想到，消息回來得這麽快！
孫岫立了大功。
他21號周三中午出發，開車順着公交線路前行，走過五站路，看到距離香庵路公交車站五百米左右，有一片樹林，便走了進去。
雜亂的草堆、樹枝底下，藏着一個書包。
孫屾心中一陣急跳，戴上手套，認真檢查書包，看到課本上“聞倩語”這三個字，立刻向上彙報。
搜索範圍再次縮小。
所有人開始在香庵路附近進行走訪，效率迅速得到提高。
22號周四。
範文光組：一家理發店的老板認出了畫像上的人，笑着說：“這不是溝哥嗎？上周剛在我這裏剪了個平頭，我還記得他後脖子上的那塊胎記，黑不溜秋，像個小蝌蚪。”
範文光立刻詢問：“他叫什麽名字？哪裏人？在哪裏工作？”
理發店老板搖頭：“只知道人人喊他溝哥，不知道叫什麽名字。就在前面那個工地打工，水電工。聽說以前是幹工程兵的，不知道為什麽受了處分，就離開了部隊。”
水電工、工程兵、後頸胎記。
——都對上了！
範文光組立刻前往理發店老板所說的工地詢問。
工地項目經理一眼就認出了圖上的人：“是小缑（gou）啊，他犯了什麽事？”
範文光沒有解釋，問：“他叫什麽名字？”
項目經理說：“他的姓很奇怪，一開始我以為他姓侯，後來他寫給我看了才知道那個字念溝，小缑做事很利索，力氣又大，我還想着以後帶着他一起幹呢，沒想到他匆匆忙忙就走了，也不知道是為了什麽。”
範文光繼續問：“籍貫哪裏？去哪裏了？”
The project manager shook his head: "I only know that he is from Province Y, but I don't know exactly where he is from."
Fan Wenguang asked: "Don't you need an ID card to withdraw money?"
The project manager shook his head and said, "He has been at the construction site for about three months. He usually works alone and is paid weekly in cash. From the way he talks, it seems that he came to Kyoto just to see the world. He will do great things in the future."
I asked around the construction site, but no one knew his name. The older people called him Xiao Guan, and the younger people called him Gou Ge. He was a quiet guy who lived in a shed, had a regular schedule, and loved to keep things clean.
Fan Wenguang searched the shed where he once lived and extracted fingerprints from the toothbrush cup. After returning to the Municipal Bureau, the Trace Examination Division conducted a fingerprint comparison overnight and confirmed that Xiao Guan was the suspect!
The Xishan District Public Security Bureau was full of excitement.
Gou is an extremely rare surname, with less than 30,000 people in China. If we apply this to Province Y, the search scope is suddenly narrowed.
The Ministry of Public Security issued an order, and the Public Security Bureau of Province Y cooperated in the investigation to find all people with the surname Gou. After comparing them with their portraits, Gou Weiping was arrested in less than a week.
The day when Gao Weiping was brought to Kyoto was another rainy day.
The autumn wind and rain make people depressing.
Accompanied by Jiang Tinglan, Rao Xiang sat in the reception room of the Public Security Bureau. She wanted to meet the murderer who killed her daughter. She wanted to ask him why he killed Wen Qianyu, why he killed a good girl!
A police car stopped at the gate with its red lights flashing.
Rao Xiang rushed to the door without an umbrella and stared at Gou Weiping, who was taken out of the car, with a pale face and hunched back.
Rao Xiang's hair was all white, and rain was dripping from her head. She shouted at the top of her lungs: "Murderer! You murderer! You must die a horrible death--"
Gou Weiping, who was handcuffed, was thin and out of shape, and his heart was dead. When he heard the shout, he looked up involuntarily and looked blankly at the thin woman with white hair.
Everyone is born by a father and raised by a mother, so why do some people become rich while others become prisoners?
Gou Weiping didn't know what went wrong.
The Ministry of Public Security has so many unsolved cases, so why is he the one who becomes a rat crossing the street and is hated by everyone?
He returned to his hometown Yan County, where the Gou surname gathered and was considered a large family.
Gou Weiping was planning to buy a store in his hometown town and open a building materials store. He worked in Kyoto for a few months and found that sand and stone tyrants were rampant and the profits were very high. He planned to open a store first and then contact several construction sites to develop his career.
Unexpectedly, before I could even get comfortable in the seat, disaster struck.
His parents were so scared that they held up a newspaper and pointed at the wanted warrant on it: "Son, is this... is this you? What did you do? Why was a red-headed document issued, and you are wanted nationwide?"
When Gou Weiping took a closer look, he was terrified.
——How did your portrait appear in the newspaper?
Who drew this? Even if I took a photo of myself at a photo studio and enlarged it and put it in a frame, it wouldn't look this good!
Not only his own parents, but any acquaintance in the town would be able to recognize him.
Gou Weiping knew that something was wrong, so he packed his bags and prepared to escape.
As soon as he walked out of the house, a dozen uncles and brothers blocked his way with shovels and spit at his feet: "You are a disgrace to our family! We don't have people like you in our family! Turn yourself in quickly, or we will break your legs and send you there."
Gou Weiping relied on the skills he had acquired in the army to break out of the siege.
When he rushed out, he found that he had left his backpack somewhere and had many wounds on his body. He found out sadly that he was now deserted by his family and could never go back to the Gou family.
Wherever he went, he found his own portrait on telephone poles, hotel walls, and bus station platforms.
The spirit and appearance are similar, and the details are terrifyingly realistic.
Even from a few meters away, you can spot this artistic photo, oh no, portrait, at a glance.
Gou Weiping had seen wanted criminal portraits on telephone poles before. To be honest, they were all dark and blurry, and everyone looked alike. If you put the person and the portrait together, you might be able to find similarities, but it would be very difficult to find the person based on the portrait. Only familiar relatives could recognize the person.
But this portrait now looks horrible.
Even strangers can recognize him at a glance after seeing this front, side, back, and full-length photo.
He wanted to stay at the hotel, but the waiter's eyes wandered, he responded with a smile, and then he turned around and called the police;
He wanted to take a bus, but the person at the ticket window looked down and saw his face, and immediately hesitated and called security.
He wanted to eat, and just as he entered the restaurant, the boss and the waiter's faces changed and they rubbed their hands excitedly: There was a bounty of 10,000 yuan in the newspaper, and didn't we get it today?
Gou Weiping, who was escaping from the Canghuang Incident, had to hide in the mountains, sleeping in the open air, and sneaking into farmers' houses at night to steal some food. After a few days, he was hungry and exhausted. His calf, which was injured by his cousin's iron shovel, began to become inflamed, and he fainted beside the chicken coop.
Gou Weiping had already fallen into the vast ocean of people's war and had nowhere to escape.
Gou Weiping couldn't figure it out.
He is obviously very considerate.
He had clearly killed that girl.
He left Kyoto the next day.
He clearly has no friends in Kyoto and no one knows his full name.
He obviously never took out his ID card.
I just had a brief encounter with that security guard in the restroom, so how come I was caught by the police so quickly?