Chapter 94: Garbage Dump
◎One lie requires countless lies◎
June 1995, early summer.
Zhao Xiangwan, wearing his newly-appointed uniform, walked briskly into the serious crime unit office. The sword-shaped olive-green shoulder straps were very eye-catching: two horizontal bars and three beautiful four-pointed stars. He was promoted to third-level superintendent right after he joined the job.
"Wow——" Warm applause rang out.
The familiar faces and the heartfelt joy and welcome made Zhao Xiangwan feel warm in his heart.
Xu Songling smiled so hard that his eyes could hardly be seen: "Xiang Wan, you finally came to report. You don't know that every day you didn't report, I would be worried. Qin Yongbing from the Kyoto police, Lao Zhirui from the Liaoning police, and Miao Hui from our provincial department all came to snatch her away. If I wasn't so thick-skinned, I might not have won."
Zhao Xiangwan smiled: "Don't worry, Master. I'm familiar with this place, and I can get in touch with big cases first, which is more suitable for me than sitting in an office doing administration."
Zhu Feipeng has married He Mingyu and is about to become a father. His demeanor has become more mature, but he still smiles brightly: "You are right to think so! The serious crime team needs you, and you can't do without the tacit support of your brothers, right?"
He Mingyu was already pregnant, standing by with her belly bulging, smiling softly, "Xiang Wan, you've finally registered. Have you arranged your dorm and other things?"
Because of her pregnancy, He Mingyu was temporarily transferred from the Serious Case Team 1 to do some easy data sorting work in the Political Department. When she first started working in the office, He Mingyu was not used to it and ran to the Serious Case Team every few days. However, as her belly grew bigger, she had to slowly adapt. Today, in order to welcome Zhao Xiangwan, He Mingyu specially greeted the leader and came here happily.
Zhao Xiangwan walked up to He Mingyu, looked at her bulging belly, stretched out her arms, and hugged her gently. When hugging, she tried not to touch He Mingyu's belly to avoid squeezing it: "I didn't apply for a dormitory. Isn't there a new Jinyuan community opposite the Municipal Bureau? I have a house there. I live alone and it's convenient for work."
In three years, Zhao Xiangwan became a wealthy woman.
With the bonuses for participating in solving major cases, scholarships from school, thesis fees... plus the consulting fees for guiding Ji Jinmao and Mei Qingxi in the operation of their companies, Zhao Xiangwan bought a house early.
Although her boyfriend Ji Zhao is very rich, as a rural child, Zhao Xiangwan prefers the feeling of accumulating wealth bit by bit. To be honest, watching the numbers on the bankbook increase, buying a house with my own hands, and decorating it to my liking, this process is really happy.
In the 1990s, commercial housing cost 700 to 800 yuan per square meter. Zhao Xiangwan bought a two-bedroom, one-living room apartment on the third floor, and spent more than 80,000 yuan on decoration, home appliances, and furniture. The small home is very comfortable, with a bedroom, a study, and a kitchen with stoves and tableware. Finally, he has a house that belongs to him alone in this city, and Zhao Xiangwan feels like he has found a safe haven.
The community is not big, with only five buildings and three units of six-story brick-concrete houses. The green space between the floors is mainly flower beds. The camphor trees planted on the roadside have not grown tall yet, and are just rows of small saplings. Fortunately, it is close to the Municipal Bureau, making it convenient for work.
Hearing that Zhao Xiangwan already had his own house, Zhu Kang, Ai Hui, Huang Yuande and other young men who already had girlfriends and were discussing marriage were all tempted.
"Junior sister, you are so quick. You bought a house so early."
"I'm still applying for unit housing, and I don't know when I can get one."
"How about we grit our teeth and buy a house? Just follow Xiang Wan, it will be the right thing to do!"
Zhao Xiangwan smiled and said, "Buy it. Housing will only become more and more expensive in the future." He got this prediction from Zhao Chenyang, the reborn person.
As soon as this was said, everyone in the serious crime team made up their minds: "Buy it! We will buy it even if we have to borrow money."
Even Gao Guangqiang, who is about to retire, has decided to prepare a wedding house for his son in advance.
After a few words of idle chat, Zhao Xiangwan sat at his dedicated desk and sorted out the items in his drawer. He had only been here as an intern before, but now that he was officially working, he had more personal items.
Since studying at the People's Public Security University, Zhao Xiangwan has hardly bought any clothes. Uniforms are either issued by the university or the unit, and daily casual clothes are all arranged by Ji Zhao. Occasionally, his aunt or cousin will give him some. Clothes and shoes are all kept in his own little nest.
Most of the items on the desk were related to paperwork and filing, including notebooks, pens, study documents, etc. After reporting in this time, Zhao Xiangwan also received a small, black pager with Chinese messages, which was the highest-level communication tool at the time.
Zhao Xiangwan glanced at the pager, then took out a palm-sized phone book and wrote down the pager numbers of his colleagues before putting the two things in his pocket. If he had to go out on a mission, he could use this to contact each other without any distance restrictions, which was great.
The phone rang and Gao Guangqiang picked it up.
When he put down the phone, his expression became very serious: "I have a mission."
Zhao Xiangwan immediately stood up and got to work.
This time, unlike the internship, Zhao Xiangwan will participate in the entire case process from beginning to end.
Sitting in the police car, Gao Guangqiang briefly explained the case.
Wangyang District, located in the northwest of Xing City, belongs to the suburban area. There is a large area of farmland and vegetable fields. There are farmer settlements that grow crops and vegetables, including six urban villages such as Xiangyang Village and Shannan Village, as well as many small factories such as canning factories and motor factories. There is also a large waste dump built ten years ago.
The construction of a large garbage dump has made the once clean and clear air here suddenly become polluted. Compared with the urban area, this place is far behind in terms of transportation, supporting facilities, education and liveliness.
At seven in the morning, three second-grade primary school students from Xiangyang Village went to school with their schoolbags on their backs. Instead of taking the main road, they walked and played along the ridges of the fields. The three children were only seven or eight years old, and they were at the age of playing. Each of them broke off a bamboo stick and waved it as a sword, pretending to be a knight-errant, making "clang clang" sounds from their mouths, and they were having a lot of fun.
The three children completely forgot that they had to go to school. They ran further and further away. Suddenly, they found a well in front of them. They were immediately curious, picked up a stone, aimed at the well from a distance and threw it into the well.
I thought I would hear the sound of a stone falling into the water, but after I threw the stone in, no sound came out. I threw a few more stones in, but still no sound. The three children ran to the well curiously and looked inside.
It's no big deal to take a look at it, because I suddenly found a foot.
"Ah! Mom, Mom--" The children were terrified. They screamed and ran home crying, shouting as they ran: "There's someone, there's a dead person!"
The children rushed home to tell their parents, who then called the police.
After hearing this, several members of the serious crime squad in the car began to ask each other questions and sort out the details to be investigated.
"The body was dumped into the well. The first crime scene should be nearby."
"Yes, I wonder if we can find any traces near the well. I'm afraid the local villagers will come and trample on it, destroying the environment on site."
"Is the deceased a man or a woman? What is the condition of the body?"
"The local police station has intervened. The man is naked, about 30 years old, and his face is severely damaged. He cannot be identified."
"Is that so? Then it must be a local who committed the crime."
"Yes, the deceased should be a local. The murderer was afraid that he would be recognized, so he made up his face and stripped his clothes."
"This way, the scope of investigation will be much smaller, which is a good thing."
Zhao Xiangwan sat aside and listened attentively to the conversation between several experienced criminal police officers. In the past, most of the cases she had been involved in had already found the suspect and entered the interrogation stage. Now, starting from the discovery of the body and entering the first scene, even the identity of the deceased was unknown, let alone the suspect. This was a challenge for her.
Facts have proved that the concerns of the serious crime squad are justified.
A large group of villagers gathered at the scene. The footprints around were in disarray and all traces had been almost completely destroyed.
Zhao Xiangwan walked to the well and found that the bottom of the well was filled with sand. Residents at the scene told her that when they arrived at the scene, they found that the sand had buried the body deeply. It may be because it rained two days ago that the soil sank, and half of the foot was exposed and discovered by curious children.
Zhu Feipeng took photos of the scene and asked, "Is there no cover on the wellhead?"
The police officer at the scene shook his head and said, "No, the locals said that the well had been abandoned for many years. This place is remote and the garbage dump next to it is dirty and smelly. Normally, no one comes here. If the three children had not gone off the main road, they would not have found the abandoned well for a while. The head of the corpse was buried under a pile of mud and sand. It took a lot of effort to get it out."
Gao Guangqiang put on gloves and a mask and approached the body covered with white cloth.
Zhao Xiangwan followed suit and followed closely.
After removing the white cloth, the body was completely stripped, and the face was bruised by something, so one could only vaguely make out the eyes, nose, and mouth. The body was already rotting, emitting a stench that made one's scalp numb.
Zhao Xiangwan held his breath and didn't move closer.
Gao Guangqiang took a look at the body and motioned for the medical examiner to come forward. He then stood up and walked to Zhao Xiangwan's side, taking her a little further away. He lowered his voice and said, "You just started working and you are not used to it yet. Don't get too close, or you will get the body stench and you won't be able to wash it off. Just let the medical examiner examine the body. I estimate that he has been dead for four or five days. We will wait for the autopsy report for the specific characteristics."
【Xiang Wan is good at interrogation and has a good grasp of the criminal's psychology, but after all, she just started working, so she still needs to be protected and not be frightened by the miserable state of the corpse. Thinking back to the first time I saw a corpse and smelled the stench of a corpse at work, I almost vomited my bile.】
Zhao Xiangwan was deeply moved by the love and care from her predecessors.
重案組的人整天都在與兇殺案打交道，看屍體成為日常功課，哪一個不是從見到屍體嘔吐的菜鳥走過來的呢？
入職第一天，來到第一現場，看到死去四、五天的屍體，趙向晚終于知道，屍臭味是全世界最恐怖的臭味，一旦沾染在身上，鼻端總像是萦繞着一股說清、道不明，久久散不去惡心氣息。
趙向晚沒有逞強，繞開屍體，查看着周邊地形。
一口廢棄的老井，位于一片曠野之中，據說這裏曾是吳姓聚集地，族人為了灌溉請人打了一口井，後來随着城市擴張，吳姓族人漸漸外遷，這口井便荒廢了。井旁當年鋪砌的青石板仍在，依稀還能看到井欄的石雕刻花。
旁邊老房子都已經拆除，只看得到一些殘餘的夯土牆基。
距離老井西南面一百多米處，有一個廢舊垃圾堆放場。當地民警說，當年建這座垃圾堆放場的時候，遇到了居民的集體抑制，沒奈何政府選址已定，只能默默接受。
建成之後，垃圾越堆越多，如果趕上刮西南風，這一片都是臭味。雖然現在政府建起多個垃圾填埋場，這個垃圾堆放場基本已經廢棄，但那積累多年的氣味卻依然難聞。
就是因為這個垃圾場的存在，吳姓人才會不斷外遷，直到全部離開，只剩下一口老井，默默訴說着當年的人氣與熱鬧。
朱飛鵬見慣了屍體，正蹲在法醫身旁查看，低聲交談着。
“面部被毀，不過手指完好，可以提取指紋。”
“死亡時間大約在四、五天前，致命傷應該來自後腦重擊。”
“後跟、手肘有磨損，屍體各處有擦傷，應該被拖拽了一段距離。”
聽到最後一句，朱飛鵬站起身，和趙向晚一樣四處查看。查看之後，他目光一凜，快步走到高廣強身邊：“老高，屍體有拖拽傷，這裏不是第一案發現場。”
高廣強點點頭，叫來趙向晚、艾輝：“你們跟着朱飛鵬，到那個垃圾堆放場查看一下，記得戴好口罩。”
一百多米之外，雖然聞不到屍臭味，但大量生活垃圾堆放在一起，散發出來的那種臭味依然強烈到令人窒息。
趙向晚戴上口罩，和朱飛鵬、祝康一起，往那個垃圾堆放場走去。
這裏據說因為當地居民不斷上訪、抵制，政府今年已經停了這個垃圾堆放場，路旁堆放了一些準備砌圍牆的砂石、黃土、磚塊。
越走近，氣味越重，令人作嘔。
順着一條水泥路往前走，看到一扇鏽跡斑斑的鐵門。鐵門上挂着一串鎖鏈，裏面一絲聲響都沒有。
朱飛鵬走近，戴着手套拉了拉那串鐵鎖鏈。
“呲呲……嘩啦……啪！”鐵鏈從鎖扣之中滑脫，掉落在地面，發出巨大的聲響。
祝康蹲了下來，查看鐵鎖：“被人打開了？”
顯然是這樣。
祝康将鐵鎖裝進證物袋：“看看能不能提取到指紋。”
三人忍着惡臭繼續前行。
如果這個廢棄的垃圾堆放場被人打開，那極有可能案發第一現場就是這裏。
進入垃圾堆放場的管理室，眼尖的朱飛鵬立刻發現了打鬥的痕跡、血痕。
咔、咔、咔……
朱飛鵬與祝康相互配合，一個做好标記，另一個拍下照片，趙向晚在一旁看着，四下裏觀察。
角落有幾個垃圾小推車，看着髒兮兮的，髒得連原本的顏色都看不出來。趙向晚走近，發現其中一輛推車的側邊有局部擦拭痕跡，邊角還帶着一根淺藍色布條，看着似乎是布料撕裂後的纖維。
趙向晚轉頭喊了一聲：“師兄，這裏有點東西。”
朱飛鵬與祝康走過來，繼續重複剛才的行為，并将布條小心取下，裝進證物袋中。
再提取血跡之後，三人又察看一遍現場，又找到一塊沾了血跡的舊磚頭，提取到兩組腳印，一組腳印是皮鞋，鞋碼40，另一組腳印是運動鞋，鞋碼也是40。
小心完成案發第一現場的勘查，已經過去兩個小時。
趙向晚等人與大部隊會合，通知當地警方封鎖這個廢棄的垃圾堆放場。
一早出發，回到重案組辦公室已經是下午一點多，趙向晚抽空回家洗了個澡，換了一身幹淨衣服，依然覺得身上一股味兒。
聞過屍臭、在垃圾堆放場呆了兩個小時，鼻孔裏充斥着各種難聞的氣息，趙向晚根本吃不下午飯。
身為公安大學的畢業生，又多次參與案件偵破，趙向晚深知當刑警不容易。
今天正式入職第一天，考驗來得太快，她有點措手不及。
畫面血腥，她不怕；
案件離奇，她不怕；
兇手殘忍狡猾，她也不怕。
可是……死亡4-5天的屍體與廢棄垃圾場疊加，這對嗅覺良好的趙向晚而言，真是一種折磨。
趙向晚取出一瓶薄荷油，在鼻子人中處抹了一層，聞到這清涼的味道，終于神清氣爽，這才精神抖擻地回到辦公室。
剛進辦公室，高廣強便遞過來一瓶風油精：“用這個搽一下手。要是覺得哪裏有味道，就抹哪裏。”
朱飛鵬往她手裏塞了一個檸檬：“呶，在抽屜裏放一下這，切開來擠出汁搽手，提神醒腦去味。”
祝康指着她桌面上的兩小瓶子的醫用酒精噴霧：“幫你領了，這玩意去異味也有點用。”
趙向晚左手接過風油精，右手接過檸檬，看着醫用酒精，嘴角微微上揚。讀書時候就聽同學們讨論過，屍臭味是全世界最惡心的味道，用風油精、檸檬汁、酒精都有一定的驅味效果，沒想到今天重案組同事們一骨腦都送到自己面前。
坐下來之後，大家開始讨論案情。
照片還沒有洗出來，朱飛鵬拖出小黑板，畫出簡易地形圖，将案情陳述了一遍，他一邊比劃一邊說話。
“從案發第一現場的腳印來看，有兩人一起進入垃圾場管理室，經歷了一場打鬥之後，其中一個被磚塊砸中倒地而死，另一個繼續拿起磚塊砸爛他的臉，抱上垃圾小推車，推到廢棄的水井旁，剝光他的衣服，将屍體扔進井裏，然後再取來路旁的砂土，倒在屍體上，直至看不到屍體了，這才把小車還回原處，并将衣服帶走。離開垃圾堆場時，還沒忘記掩上鐵門，把鐵鏈鎖挂回原處。”
祝康提問：“從腳印能否推測出兩人身高體重？”
朱飛鵬道：“從鞋碼大小、步幅等數據，大致可以推測出穿皮鞋的那個，身高165-175cm，體重65-75公斤，偏胖，與死者特征相符；穿球鞋的那個，身高165-175cm，體重50-65公斤，偏瘦。”
艾輝道：“這麽瘦？如果體重只有50公斤的話。穿球鞋那個，有沒有可能是女人？”
朱飛鵬搖頭：“不排除這個可能性，但女人穿40碼鞋的很少，而且搏鬥中殺死一個比自己體重更重的男人，難度較大。”
黃元德道：“兩個男人争鬥，可能是仇殺、經濟糾紛、情殺，兩人一起走進廢棄的垃圾堆放場，多半是熟人，而且是非常親近、信任的人，否則誰會願意進那個滿是惡臭的破地方？”
聽到這裏，案件偵破的重點便集中在一點：死者是誰？
高廣強總結道：“從前面分析，我們大致可以推斷以下幾點。”
“第一，廢棄老井、垃圾堆放場的存在，只有當地人才知道，這說明兇手是望陽區常住人口，或者曾經在附近住過很久、後來遷走的人；
第二，死者衣服衣服被剝光，連條內褲都沒留，說明兇手非常害怕死者身份被發現。這反而欲蓋彌彰，說明死者與兇手關系密切，并且死者是當地人，通過衣物很容易很認出來；
第三，死亡時間為4-5天，從當地派出所反饋的消息，并沒有條件吻合的失蹤報案。”
說到這裏，高廣強在小黑板上點了點：“當務之急，是找出死者身份。”
朱飛鵬接了一句：“像這種類似的案子，只要找出死者身份，偵破進度就差不多完成80%。”
接下來的三天，開始拉網式排查，重案組所有人都參與了附近走訪行動。
望陽區地廣人稀，因為垃圾堆放場常年散放異味的緣故，只剩下電機廠、機修廠、廢品站等還在經營，其餘像不少以食品加主的小工廠，比如罐頭廠、酸菜廠、醬油廠等都已經倒閉。随着這些六、七十年代老工廠的倒閉，留下一些破舊居民樓，居住在這裏的都是些老弱病殘，年輕的、有點門路的，紛紛離開了這個空氣質量極差、每天推開門窗都是臭味的望陽區。
第三天上午，趙向晚、朱飛鵬、高廣強一組，來到醬油廠。
破舊的大門，破敗的廠房，殘缺的大醬缸、瘋長的野草，處處透着荒涼。
高廣強感慨了一句：“唉！這個地方算是廢掉了，可惜。”
朱飛鵬也看着心酸：“這個鬼地方，誰願意留下來？要不是實在沒辦法，估計早就搬走了吧？”
趙向晚雖然在農村長大，但山青水秀，比這個遠離中心城區的所謂城裏好多了。
醬油廠老宿舍樓一共有三棟，都只有四層，磚木結構，坡屋頂，清水磚牆已經開始風化，樓道裏堆滿了煤球、木柴、舊鞋等各種雜物。
一家一家地敲響房門，來應門的人大多都是面容憔悴的老人。問他們近期有沒有住戶失蹤，一個個搖頭說沒有。他們的子女通過讀書、打工、調動等方式，早就離開原址，偶爾聯系一下，根本不願意回來。如果不是因為年紀大了、沒有錢，誰願意住在這個荒涼、發臭的地方？
再拿出屍體照片，老人家們吓得直念阿彌陀佛，根本不敢多看，都說不認得。
敲開最後一棟的東頭單元二樓，開門的是一個三、四十歲的女人，瘦而高，她的眼睛有點突出，頸脖偏大，面色潮紅，看着身體不太好的樣子。
她的聲音略顯尖利：“什麽事？”
趙向晚亮出警官證，簡單說明來意，詢問是否知道誰家有人近一周沒有歸家，或者失蹤。
女人沒好氣地回了一句：“沒有。”
房裏跑出來一個五、六歲左右的小姑娘，也很瘦，但眼睛很亮，穿着一條漂亮的花裙子，頭發梳了兩條小辮子，發尾還結着蝴蝶結，看得出來被母親照顧得非常好。
小姑娘奶拉着母親的手，睜着大眼睛，看着眼前身穿制服的趙向晚，眼中滿是崇拜：“警察姐姐，你穿警服真好看。”
趙向晚笑了笑，沒有說什麽。
小姑娘繼續說：“警察姐姐，你能不能讓我爸爸回家？他有好久沒回來了。”
小姑娘這話一出，趙向晚便有些警惕起來：“你爸爸離開家多久了？”
小姑娘掰着手指頭算了半天，歪着腦袋一臉天真：“一個星期了吧。”
高廣強看着那瘦高女人，溫和一笑：“你丈夫離家一個星期了？去了哪裏？”
女人低下頭，伸出手在女兒頭頂輕輕撫過：“我丈夫出去做生意了。他也不容易，得賺錢。”
【這麽快……被發現？】
斷斷續續的心聲傳到趙向晚耳邊，令趙向晚擡眸仔細打量着眼前女人。
這麽快被發現？什麽被發現？屍體嗎？
趙向晚目光微斂：“您丈夫做什麽生意的？在哪裏出差？”
女人不敢與趙向晚目光相對，推着女兒肩膀往屋裏去，嘴上敷衍着：“做點建材生意，常年都在外面跑。醬油廠倒閉，大家都活不下去，只能八仙過海各顯神通了。”
朱飛鵬聽了之後，更加同情。
垃圾堆放場醬油廠倒閉也有七、八年，這兩口子竟然還住在這裏，可見日子是真的過得很糟糕。
男人外出做生意，不在家也正常。這麽想着，朱飛鵬便想轉身離開，可是趙向晚卻沒有動。
趙向晚問道：“你丈夫叫什麽名字？有沒有照片？我們發現了一具屍體，這裏有照片，想請你辨認一下。”
女人根本不想理睬她，急急進門：“沒有沒有，我丈夫活着挺好的，你莫咒他！”說罷，将門一關。
“砰！”地一聲，木門在趙向晚面前關閉。
朱飛鵬笑了：“你看你，哪能這麽問，讓她生氣了吧？”
警察辦案也得講究流程，不得随意擾民。如果對方抗拒，當然不能破門而入。
面對緊閉的房門，趙向晚抿了抿唇：“老高，想想辦法。”
高廣強問：“什麽辦法？”
趙向晚道：“這個女人在說謊。”
說謊？
好不容易有了線索，高廣強與朱飛鵬立刻詢問：“哪裏說謊了？”
趙向晚道：“她目光游離，不敢與我對視，提到丈夫的時候瞳孔縮小，明顯是厭惡而非歡喜。我懷疑，死者正是她的丈夫。”
高廣強追問一句：“你确定？”
趙向晚點頭：“是。”
想了想，趙向晚亮出小小筆記本：“我們這三天一共調查了八十六戶，總體沒有人長時間失聯。但是醬油廠這一戶母女，女兒說爸爸一周沒有回家，這和失蹤時間對的上。母親說是去做生意了，明顯是說謊，聽說警方發現屍體，也不追問，顯然并不關心，總之……我高度懷疑。”
高廣強聽她說得合理，點了點頭：“走！我們先回去，讓派出所的人過來和她對接。”
派出所民警熟悉當地情況，查過戶籍資料之後了解到開門的那個高瘦女人名叫桂右蓮，她丈夫廖超勇這幾年過生意據說賺了一點錢，但是不太拿錢回來。
廖超勇、桂右蓮都是本地人，不過雙方父母都已經去世，兄弟姐妹陸陸續續離開這一片，都聯系不上。
民警拿着死者照片，重點走訪醬油廠以前的老職工。說實話，一張面目盡毀的屍體照片，除非至親或者特別熟悉的人，真的很難認出來。
桂右蓮拒絕看照片，不斷強調：“我丈夫在外面做生意，我們有聯系，他沒事，你們別瞎說。”
考慮到案情重大，重案組第二天辦理好手續，上門采集指紋。
再一次敲開門，桂右蓮的表情更加抗拒：“你們到底要幹嘛？我說了，我丈夫活得很好，他只是外出做生意，你們這一次兩次的，到底要做什麽！”
小姑娘小名珠珠，這一回也沒有上次那麽友善，躲在母親身後偷偷看趙向晚，表情有些緊張、害怕。
【警察要做什麽？是爸爸出事了嗎？媽媽這幾天一直在屋裏哭，我好怕！媽媽身體不好，家裏沒有錢，媽媽連買藥的錢都沒有。爸爸再不回來，媽媽會不會死掉？我好怕！】
小姑娘的心裏話，那兩句“我好怕”讓趙向晚感覺有些心酸。
可是，心酸又能怎樣？
趙向晚要追尋的，是案件真相。
高廣強安慰桂右蓮：“你放心，我們只是采集一下指紋。另外，還需要你女兒的血樣。”
桂右蓮緊張地護着女兒，将珠珠牢牢抱在懷裏，鼻翼微張，整個人陷入一種極度亢奮的狀态：“不要，不要，不準給珠珠抽血。”
高廣強态度一直很溫和：“好，那就不采集血樣，取幾根頭發總可以吧？”
桂右蓮的眼睛有些泛紅，她喘着粗氣，大聲道：“你們要做什麽？你們到底要做什麽？”
她突然意識到什麽：“我說了，我丈夫還活着！他昨天和我打過電話的。”
趙向晚問：“怎麽打的電話？”
桂右蓮道：“就是打的電話啊。”
趙向晚追問：“他打過來的？”
桂右蓮拼命點頭：“是，他打過來的。”
趙向晚：“你們家裏沒有安裝電話。那這個電話你是在哪裏接的？”
桂右蓮張口結舌：“小，小賣部。”附近只有一家小賣部有電話機，她如果要接電話，只能去那裏。
可是她如果這麽回答，警察還會追問什麽時候打的？然後，他們可以問老板、可以查電話記錄，到時候，謊話迅速就能揭穿。
桂右蓮這才發現一個謊言需要無數個謊言來圓。她眼珠子亂轉，緊緊抱着女兒。
因為力氣太大，珠珠喘不上氣，開始哭泣：“媽媽，我疼。”
桂右蓮慌忙松開手，拍着女兒後背，笨拙地安撫着她：“對不起，媽媽力氣大了點，珠珠不哭啊。”
趙向晚耐心等在一旁。
等到珠珠不再哭泣，趙向晚這才繼續問話：“廖超勇已經一個星期沒有回來了吧？據我了解，您這一周一直沒有出門，孩子也沒有上幼兒園。”
桂右蓮再也沒辦法自我欺騙，開始號啕大哭：“他不要我了，他在外面有了野女人，他不要我和孩子了……”
她的哭聲很有穿透力，聽得在場的公安幹警都有些腦子發木。
趙向晚彎下腰，柔聲道：“不用怕，珠珠還在這裏，只要你在、孩子在，這個家就不會散。”
趙向晚的話語帶着一種莫名的力量感，讓桂右蓮漸漸止住了哭，她仰起臉，看着趙向晚，淚眼模糊，問道：“他，死了嗎？”
趙向晚道：“目前并不确認，不過，希望你能夠配合我們調查。”
桂右蓮發洩了一回之後，情緒穩定了許多，看着公安幹警在屋內采集指紋，又取了幾根珠珠的頭發，身體僵硬地坐在客廳那個破舊沙發上，呆呆地看着窗外灰蒙蒙的天空。
【這輩子，就這樣了。】
【垃圾場建在這裏，一切都完了。】
【為什麽永遠離不開這裏？】
趙向晚聽到這些話，想到十年前這個垃圾堆放場的修建，污染了周邊環境，導致多家工廠關閉，居民生活艱難，內心也有些沉重。
聽當地菜農說，這幾年種出來的菜都帶一股苦味，根本賣不出去了。趙向晚猜測，可能下雨之後垃圾堆放場的垃圾污物滲透進地面，漸漸擴散開來，造成整個區域的土壤被污染。
During interviews with local hospitals, doctors and nurses reported that there has been an increase in skin diseases, respiratory diseases, and endocrine diseases in this area.
The early death of Gui Youlian and Liao Chaoyong's parents may also be related to environmental pollution.
Zhao Xiangwan observed Gui Youlian's abnormally excited state, thin body, bulging eyes, and thick neck. Even though she was not a medical student, she could tell that Gui Youlian was in poor health and most likely had hyperthyroidism.
Hyperthyroidism, commonly known as big neck disease, is scientifically called hyperthyroidism. It has immune, genetic and environmental factors. Could excessive heavy metals released from garbage and sewage also cause her symptoms?
Zhu Feipeng approached the balcony, and Gui Youlian suddenly became uneasy, her neck began to sway, her breathing became heavy, and her heartbeat quickened. Zhao Xiangwan stood very close to her, and seeing her blue lips, he was a little worried that she couldn't bear it.
[Balcony, what is he doing on the balcony? ]
[We can’t let them find out…]
[I washed the clothes. I washed them. I’m not afraid.]
Clothes, do you mean the clothes Liao Chaoyong was wearing when he was killed? I washed the clothes, which means Gui Youlian tried to clean the stains on the clothes. Did she kill Liao Chaoyong?
Logically, Zhao Xiangwan should have gone to the balcony immediately to look for evidence.
However, Zhao Xiangwan did not move and listened patiently.
[You can’t blame me. You really can’t blame me.]
[If you didn't want to kill me, I wouldn't resist! ]
[If the police arrest me, what will Zhuzhu do? ]
——There is another hidden story behind this murder case.
After figuring out the key to the matter, Zhao Xiangwan glanced at Gui Youlian and slowly walked towards the balcony. Her movements were slow, but they put great pressure on Gui Youlian.
Gui Youlian followed Zhao Xiangwan's movements closely, and she was so panicked that she almost screamed.
【Don't go, don't go! 】
[Balcony closet...don't open it.]
[Left drawer, ah! ]
Under Gui Youlian's guidance, Zhao Xiangwan accurately found a blue shirt with patches on the cuffs, a pair of black trousers, and a pair of black leather shoes on the ground in the closet in the northwest corner of the balcony.
There were traces of mending on the cuffs of the shirt, and dark stains on the shoulders and chest, which were obviously blood stains.
Zhao Xiangwan turned her head and looked at Gui Youlian, her voice carrying a hint of sadness: "Gui Youlian, this is your husband's clothes, right? You brought it back? The blood stains are hard to wash, right?"
Gui Youlian's hands were shaking, her lips were black, and she was in extreme fear. She stood up from the sofa suddenly, pointed at the shirt in Zhao Xiangwan's hand with one hand, her eyes were dull and red. She was already a little out of shape, and now she was shaking like a ghost in a movie, which was scary.
"It's hard to wash. It's really hard to wash. I soaked it in hot water and used half a bag of detergent. I rubbed it hard, but it just wouldn't get clean. I washed it three times, dried it in the sun, and then washed it again. I also soaked it in salt water, but no matter how hard I tried, the shirt just wouldn't get clean."
"There's no way. There's too much blood. I can't wash it all off."
"I don't want to either. I really don't want to. I just don't want to die. I still want to raise Zhuzhu, let her get out of this shabby place and live a good life..."
After hearing her incoherent words and seeing the blue shirt in Zhao Xiangwan's hand, everyone in the serious crime team understood what was going on.
Zhu Kang put on gloves, picked up a pair of washed-out sneakers from the shoe rack at the door, and asked Gui Youlian, "Are these your shoes? What size are they?"
The little girl Zhuzhu answered on behalf of her mother: "These are Daddy's shoes. Mommy's shoes are broken, so I can only wear Daddy's."
No wonder the other set of footprints collected at the scene had a shoe size of 40, but the stride was smaller, deep in the middle and shallow on both sides. Zhu Kang nodded and silently put the sports shoes into the evidence bag.
Zhu Feipeng walked up to Gui Youlian and asked, "A week ago, did you go to that abandoned garbage dump?"
Gui Youlian shook her head desperately and didn't say a word.
Zhu Feipeng asked again: "Does your husband have any contact information? Does he have a pager? How do you usually contact each other?"
Tears rolled down Gui Youlian's cheeks, her eyes filled with misery.