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.
Sun Xiu had never seen the suspect, but after seeing the portrait, he was confident that he would be able to recognize the suspect if he saw him. Because Ji Zhao not only painted the shape, he also painted the inner charm that would never change.
Sun Xiu suddenly gained confidence and looked up excitedly, wanting to see what Ji Zhao was going to paint next.
In less than ten minutes, a picture of the suspect's back appeared on the paper. A broad back, a thick neck, freshly cut short hair, big ears, thick earlobes, and most notably, a black birthmark the size of a fingernail on the lower right side of the back of the neck.
“Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!”
The tape on the edge of the drawing paper used to stick to the drawing board was torn off, and Ji Zhao replaced it with a new piece of sketch paper.
This time, it's a profile sketch.
The most striking thing is the plump lips and retracted chin. The lower lip is slightly protruding, and the curve of the jawline is not obvious, which looks a bit rough.
“Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!”
The profile sketch was taken down from the drawing board and Ji Zhao pasted another one on top.
This time, he drew a quick sketch of the other person running.
In the dark night and dim corridor, a tall man was running. His movements were vigorous and his eyes were looking forward fiercely, which made people shudder at the sight of him.
Sun Xiu's mouth opened wide, unable to believe that Ji Zhao could draw one and give three away.
The task of a criminal portrait artist is to draw the suspect's face. After that, when the cooperation order is issued, it will be a standard frontal portrait. A criminal portrait is between a sketch and a quick sketch, with both line outlines and shadow changes, and the main focus is on "prominent features".
But Ji Zhao's approach is completely contrary to the routine, focusing on a "360-degree all-round without blind spots". In addition to the front view of the suspect, there are also back, side, and full-body dynamic portraits.
Do you want to make all the criminal portrait artists in the public security system work themselves to death?
Who can draw four different pictures in one breath like you?
What if he doesn't look like him? Sun Xiu muttered to himself, then denied it. How could he not look like him? Just by looking at these three pictures, he had already constructed a three-dimensional figure in his mind. If he used such a portrait to find someone, he would definitely find him!
Ning Qingningsi, immersed in his work, was not affected by Ji Zhao at all. He finished the frontal portrait at his own pace. When he was about to let Feng Jianlie see if there was anything that needed to be modified according to the procedure, he looked up and saw the silly Sun Xiu staring at Ji Zhao's drawing board with his mouth wide open. Only then did he remember that there was another colleague in the portrait studio today.
Ning Qingning walked over curiously and picked up Ji Zhao's painting.
Ning Qingning was silent for a long time after seeing this. She couldn't tell what she felt in her heart, a mixture of admiration, joy, and sadness.
I admire Ji Zhao for being able to draw such expressive portraits at such a young age; I am glad that Ji Zhao's participation will speed up the investigation of this case.
As for the melancholy... no matter how hard he tried, he knew that he would never be able to catch up in his lifetime, because Ji Zhao was what people often said - a genius.
Ning Qingning is not a genius, he just loves to be tough, which is why he has become a top criminal portrait artist in the industry. He has also received countless praises and has been recognized by his peers. He has achieved many achievements in his work and was a little proud at first, but when he saw these four portraits, he finally understood what "there are always higher mountains" means.
Ning Qingning sighed, put away her own portrait, and pushed Ji Zhao's portrait in front of Feng Jianlie: "Come, take a look, is it like the real thing?"
As expected, when Feng Jianlie saw the portrait, he immediately jumped up, his voice distorted with excitement: "Yes, yes, yes! That's it, exactly the same, exactly the same!"
He took the frontal portrait and pointed at the eyes: "Oh, I thought at the time why this person's eyes were so fierce, it turns out that it's because the eyeballs are light in color, and they look a little weird when I look at them."
He took the profile and pointed at his chin: "Yes, yes, that's right. His chin is different from that of ordinary people. Anyway, it doesn't look good."
Then he held up the back portrait and the full-body running sketch and exclaimed: "This is exactly the person I saw that night, it's him!"
Ning Qingning suppressed the inexplicable sourness in her heart and confirmed again: "Are you sure it's this person? Is there anything that needs to be changed?"
Feng Jianlie shook his head repeatedly: "No need to change, no need to change, it's fine as it is."
He only glanced at it twice, then shuddered and dared not look at it again. He put the portrait on the table and stood far away, as if he was afraid that the person in the painting would come to life, run out of the paper and kill him.
Sun Xiu excitedly picked up the four drawings and was about to report them, but suddenly stopped and looked at Ning Qingning, hesitatingly saying: "Old Ning, your paintings..."
Ning Qingning waved her hands and tried to force a smile: "Don't worry about me, as long as the draft is approved, who can draw differently?"
[Alas, comparison is the thief of envy. With Ji Zhao here, we portrait painters have no food to eat. I have been in the industry for six or seven years, painted tens of thousands of portraits, participated in dozens of major criminal cases, and won three second-class merits and five third-class merits. I thought that hard work pays off, but... compared to talent, what is hard work? ! ]
Hearing Ning Qingning's thoughts, Zhao Xiangwan was worried that it would affect his work enthusiasm, and even more worried that he would make enemies for Ji Zhao, so he walked up to Ning Qingning and said sincerely, "Officer Ning, can I have a word with you?"
Ning Qingning didn't know what Zhao Xiangwan meant, so she looked up at the girl with childish eyes and eyebrows: "What's the matter?"
Zhao Xiangwan looked at Ji Zhao and said, "I want to talk to Officer Ning. You can help me draw a picture over there."
【Would you like me to draw you? 】
Ji Zhao's eyes lit up, he nodded, and immediately took out the sketch paper, ready to draw a portrait of Zhao Xiangwan. In fact, he had always been tempted to draw a half-length oil painting of Zhao Xiangwan, but he was afraid that she would not agree, so he did not start. Now that Zhao Xiangwan opened her mouth, Ji Zhao immediately conceived in his mind, took the paper and began to draw.
After making arrangements for Ji Zhao, Zhao Xiangwan and Ning Qingning walked out the door.
There was a long corridor at the door. People in every office were busy and no one paid attention to Zhao Xiangwan and Ning Qingning.
Zhao Xiangwan's voice was very soft, but Ning Qingning could hear it clearly.
"Ji Zhao is a talented painter. He held his first solo exhibition at the age of 15 and created a school of hyper-realistic oil painting. He is well-known in the Hunan art circle."
A talented painter? He held a solo exhibition at the age of 15 and created a new school of painting? No matter which one it was, Ning Qingning couldn't even begin to compare to him. She couldn't help but stare at Zhao Xiangwan with wide eyes in disbelief: "Then why did he join the public security system?"
[No wonder he paints so well, he's actually a talented painter. Ji Zhao has already reached the pinnacle of his life, with both fame and fortune, why would he come to the Public Security Bureau to be a criminal portrait painter? Isn't this a waste of talent? ]
Zhao Xiangwan smiled: "He is my exclusive criminal portrait artist."
The reason why Ji Zhao joined the serious crime squad was because Ji Jinmao knew that he could communicate with him and help him integrate into society so that he would not become a "stupid son of a landlord."
When others talk, Ji Zhao sometimes listens and sometimes doesn't, it all depends on his mood. But when it comes to Zhao Xiangwan, it's like Ji Zhao has a radar installed in his head, automatically accepting it, no matter when or where.
If he wanted Ji Zhao to paint his portrait, Zhao Xiangwan had to be present, otherwise he would not start painting.
Therefore, it is not an exaggeration to say that Ji Zhao was Zhao Xiangwan's exclusive criminal portrait painter.
Seeing Zhao Xiangwan's smile, Ning Qingning thought she understood, and after saying "ah", she said "oh oh oh."
[Young people nowadays are really good at it. Ji Zhao is introverted and only listens to Zhao Xiangwan. Ah, although he is a genius, he seems a little pitiful? ]
Zhao Xiangwan understood human nature slowly.
Jealousy exists in the subconscious of human beings. When you see others are better than you, you will feel dissatisfied and angry and resentful.
How to eliminate jealousy?
First, reveal your weaknesses.
Ning Qingning saw that Ji Zhao was introverted, unwilling to communicate with others, and controlled by a little girl, and his career rarely made great progress, so he couldn't help but sympathize with Ji Zhao. As long as he began to sympathize, the jealousy naturally dissipated.
Second, widen the gap.
The bigger the gap between two people, the stronger the jealousy. But if it reaches a certain limit and the other person cannot catch up even if they flatter, the other person will naturally be too lazy to be jealous: since they can’t beat the other person anyway, what’s the point of being jealous?
Two sisters of average appearance may be jealous of the prettier one, but they will not be jealous of the glamorous movie stars on the screen.
Students with poor academic performance may be jealous of those with good academic performance, but they will not feel the slightest jealousy towards the legendary person who was admitted to the gifted class at the age of thirteen.
For a person like Ning Qingning who did not come from a professional background, a talented painter becoming a criminal portrait painter was a complete all-round crushing blow. Ning Qingning could only look up to him and sigh in admiration, but she did not feel a trace of jealousy or dissatisfaction.
Next, what Zhao Xiangwan needs to do is to build Ning Qingning’s self-confidence.
The world is so big, and there are so many criminal cases. Can Ji Zhao be the only one to paint portraits? Impossible! More criminal portrait painters must be supported. Otherwise, if Ji Zhao stands out today, he will be exhausted to the point of vomiting blood in the future.
A single flower does not make spring, but when all flowers bloom together the garden will be filled with spring, right?
Zhao Xiangwan smiled and said to Ning Qingning sincerely, "Officer Ning, Ji Zhao has a photographic memory and is extremely observant. His mother is a famous painter, and he has an excellent foundation in painting since he was a child. Although he cannot speak, he has excellent comprehension and can convert emotional words into pictures. How many people like Ji Zhao can be found in the field of criminal investigation?"
Ning Qingning was dazzled by what she heard: "How many more? There are absolutely none!"
Zhao Xiangwan said: "So, he is unreplicable. His forensic portrait painting techniques cannot be learned by others, right?"
Ning Qingning was stunned for a moment, then suddenly understood, and her eyes gradually brightened: "Yes!"
Zhao Xiangwan said: "You divide the face into different parts and distinguish different types, and use a puzzle method to construct a portrait that is 70% to 80% similar to the suspect. This method can be replicated, standardized, and mass-produced, right?"
In the future, if the public security system uses computers to build a "database" as Zhao Chenyang said, this puzzle method will be more effective.
Zhao Xiangwan's words were like a spring breeze blowing across Ning Qingning's depressed heart. The frustration was swept away and she laughed: "Zhao Xiangwan, you are right."
Zhao Xiangwan suggested: "While we are in Kyoto these few days, you might as well communicate more. It may help your career. If our public security system can have more excellent criminal portrait painters, those evildoers will have nowhere to escape, right?"
Ning Qingning was excited: "Great, great! I just happen to have some questions, I can ask Ji Zhao."
Zhao Xiangwan took a look at his hands and told him the problem that Ji Zhao had discovered when he saw Ning Qingning: "Ji Zhao once told me that there are slight wears on your index finger, middle finger, and base of the thumb, which means that you practice a lot, but your pen-holding posture is not quite correct."
Ning Qingning was now convinced by Ji Zhao and said repeatedly: "Yes, yes, my painting posture has always been like that. I am self-taught. Although I later went to the art academy for training for a year, it is not a childhood skill after all. When I was in the academy, the teacher also said that my pen holding posture was incorrect, but I just couldn't change it. Come on, come on, I have to learn from Ji Zhao quickly. Otherwise, when you leave, I won't be able to learn."
Ning Qingning was about to go into the house to ask Ji Zhao for advice when Sun Xiu ran over and shouted, "Old Ning, Captain Qin has called a meeting. Come quickly."
Special cases are handled with special attention. Now the entire Xishan District Public Security Bureau is cooperating with the October 17 case, which is the murder of Wen Qianyu in the main academic building of Kyoto University of International Business and Economics on October 17, 1992.
When the suspect's portrait came out, the entire city police station was shocked.
This is the first time that the public security system's criminal portraits use sketches from the front, back and side, as well as a 360-degree full-body dynamic sketch.
The portraits for cooperative investigation are mainly front-facing, while the back, side and dynamic sketches are reduced and laid out on one page with the front-facing image. When such portraits for cooperative investigation are sent out, they will definitely make colleagues drop their jaws.
As soon as he got the copy of the portrait, Qin Yongbing immediately notified the Serious Case Team to hold a meeting and assign tasks.
As soon as everyone sat down, Qin Yongbing distributed the portraits to everyone.
Except for Sun Xiu and Ning Qingning who had seen it before and had a relatively rational attitude, the rest of them couldn't sit still at all: "Old Ning, is this the portrait you painted? My God, the level has improved by leaps and bounds."
Ning Qingning did not take credit for it. She bowed and was about to say that this was painted by Ji Zhao, but was interrupted by Zhao Xiangwan: "It doesn't matter who painted it. Ji Zhao and I just came here to observe and practice. All this is the collective credit of the Xishan District Public Security Bureau. What we need to do now is to distribute the portrait as soon as possible and arrest the suspect."
Ning Qingning and Sun Xiu exchanged glances, and both saw admiration and appreciation in each other's eyes. The two interns sent by the Hunan Provincial Public Security Department were talented, modest, and not arrogant, which was really rare.
Qin Yongbing said: "Yes, we must seize the time and mobilize all the public security police to distribute the portrait."
Li Ji suggested: "Captain Qin, it's been so long, the suspect must have left Kyoto a long time ago. Let's use the power of the media and publish a wanted order in the newspaper. The bureau should have the funds. The portrait is so lifelike, anyone who is familiar with him will definitely recognize him."
Qin Yongbing immediately agreed to Li Ji's suggestion: "Okay, you are responsible for this."
Fan Wenguang observed the portrait and said, "It seems that the suspect had just had his hair cut. I will take people to visit barbershops near the university to see if we can find any useful clues."
Qin Yongbing nodded: "Okay, then Lao Fan, you take two people to investigate. If you need someone, you can find the next group. The director has said that all the personnel in the bureau will be assigned to our Serious Cases Group 1."
Fan Wenguang hummed, picked up the portrait and looked at it again and again, and exclaimed in amazement, "This portrait is absolutely amazing! I have been a criminal police officer for so many years, and this is the first time I have seen such a layout. One big and three small, all birthmarks and scars are clearly visible, even the nose hair is clearly visible, and I almost want to take off the suspect's underwear, haha. It is true that young people have flexible and innovative minds."
Xiao Hai was also very interested in the portrait. After careful observation, he made an inference: "From the way this person runs, it is very likely that he has received training in the army. He is a demobilized soldier, a transferred cadre, or a regular soldier. We need to investigate these carefully. However, the scope is too wide."
He thought for a moment and continued to analyze: "Judging from his faded military green T-shirt, he is most likely a soldier who has just been discharged. If he came to Kyoto to work, he must be near Kyoto University of International Business and Economics. You can visit nearby construction sites to ask. Such a distinctive man should be recognized quickly. If he is here for tourism, he will definitely stay near the school. You can visit nearby hotels, especially those who check out on the 18th. Pay special attention to them."
The more Zhao Xiangwan listened, the happier he became, and his heart was burning with joy.
Great! The detectives here are very professional. Zhao Chenyang once provided vague clues - people living nearby and migrant workers, they have already thought of them!
There is only one piece of information. Zhao Chenyang mentioned that the murderer got on the bus and threw Wen Qianyu's schoolbag, Walkman, headphones, and umbrella into a pile of weeds in a forest. No one has mentioned it yet.
After Xiao Hai visited this route and arranged the personnel, Ouyang Ding said: "I will lead the team to take charge of the bus route. I will go to the next group to call two people, and together we will take the portrait to ask the merchants, bus drivers and conductors near the bus station to see if they can provide useful information."
Zhao Xiangwan asked, "Captain Qin, Jiang Tinglan once said that Wen Qianyu brought a schoolbag with her when she went to evening self-study. The schoolbag contained textbooks, exercise books, English listening test papers, and a pencil case, as well as a walkman, headphones, and other items. These items were not found at the scene, right?"
Qin Yongbing nodded: "Yes, it was not found at the scene, it may have been thrown away by the murderer."
Sun Xiu raised her hand and said, "I'll take charge of this route. But after a few days, I'm afraid all the school's garbage has been disposed of. I can only go to a few nearby garbage disposal stations and try my luck."
Zhao Xiangwan asked: "Is there any hidden place near the school that is close to the bus station, such as a woodland, an alley, or a garbage dump?"
Sun Xiu glanced at her and asked, "Why are you asking this?"
Zhao Xiangwan said, "I was thinking, is it possible that the murderer used a Walkman to knock Wen Qianyu unconscious? Then when he escaped, he might have stuffed the Walkman and other things into his schoolbag and hurriedly took them out of the school. These things are like time bombs, and he didn't dare to throw them away randomly. Is it possible that he carried them all the way on the bus and then found a hidden place to throw them away after getting off the bus?"
Sun Xiu was deeply impressed by the scene where Zhao Xiangwan hypnotized Feng Jianlie just now. The girl with beautiful eyes and eyebrows gave him a calm and stable feeling, which made him want to follow her involuntarily.
After hearing Zhao Xiangwan's analysis, Sun Xiu took out a map of Kyoto and spread it on the table tennis table. Everyone moved closer to the map and began to search along the bus routes, starting from Kyoto University of Economics and Business.
After circling a few suspicious plots, Sun Xiu said, "I'll take this route."
Everything was arranged in an orderly manner, and all members of the Serious Case Unit devoted themselves to the work of placing a bounty in the newspaper, posting cooperative investigation portraits, visiting, investigating and searching.
Zhao Xiangwan and Ji Zhao were not familiar with the topography of Kyoto, so they did not follow him out. Instead, they came to Ning Qingning every day to discuss the techniques of criminal portrait painting while waiting for news.
Originally, Zhao Xiangwan thought that she would have to wait until Saturday, or at least Sunday, to go back to school, otherwise Teacher Zhou Qiaoxiu would be worried to death. But she didn't expect that the news would come back so quickly!
Sun Xiu made great contributions.
He set out at noon on Wednesday, the 21st, and drove along the bus route. After walking five stops, he saw a forest about 500 meters away from the Xiang'an Road bus station, so he walked in.
There was a schoolbag hidden in the messy grass and under the branches.
Sun's heart skipped a beat. He put on gloves and carefully checked his schoolbag. When he saw the three words "Wen Qianyu" in the textbook, he immediately reported it to his superiors.
The search scope is narrowed again.
Everyone started visiting around Xiang'an Road, and efficiency improved rapidly.
Thursday the 22nd.
Fan Wenguang Group: The owner of a barber shop recognized the man in the portrait and said with a smile, "Isn't this Brother Gou? He just had a crew cut here last week. I still remember the birthmark on the back of his neck. It was dark and looked like a tadpole."
Fan Wenguang immediately asked: "What's his name? Where is he from? Where does he work?"
The barbershop owner shook his head and said, "I just know that everyone calls him Brother Gou, I don't know his real name. He works at the construction site in front, as a plumber. I heard that he used to be an engineer, but I don't know why he was punished and left the army."
Plumber, engineer, birthmark on the back of the neck.
——They all match!
Fan Wenguang's team immediately went to the construction site mentioned by the barber shop owner to inquire.
The project manager of the construction site immediately recognized the person in the picture: "It's Xiaogou. What did he do wrong?"
Fan Wenguang did not explain and asked, "What is his name?"
The project manager said: "His last name is very strange. At first I thought it was Hou, but when he wrote it to me I realized it was pronounced as gou. Xiaoguan was very efficient and strong. I was thinking of taking him with me in the future, but he left in a hurry and I don't know why."
Fan Wenguang continued to ask: "Where are you from? Where are you going?"
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?
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