The evening breeze blew, bringing with it the mist from the sea. The air was moist and cool, with a hint of the sea.

If it were in the past, Liu Jiaming would have smelled the smell and clamored for seafood, but tonight he was as silent as a clam with its mouth closed.

Fang Zhenyue wiped his face, feeling the coolness. He walked over and pulled up Uncle Jiu, whispering,

"The ground is very cold. If you sit for a while longer, you'll have a stomachache again."

Uncle Jiu turned around with a confused look, smiled softly at Fang Zhenyue's worried eyes.

He then looked around, his face gradually sank, as if he just realized where he was and what he was doing.

Jiayi had interviewed the three witnesses, walked over and glanced at Uncle Jiu, wanting to say something, but felt that she lacked the words to say it.

At this time, the laboratory technician Diane came over and whispered to Uncle Jiu: "Uncle Jiu, can I collect the contents of your nails?"

"Yes." Uncle Jiu nodded, exhaled lightly, and followed Diane to the police car.

When he moved, everyone found that Uncle Jiu was limping a little, and the knee of his right leg was also worn out. Obviously, he fell down and injured his knee during the process of chasing Ximing.

Jiayi followed Uncle Jiu's back with her eyes until Fang Zhenyue called her.

After clearing her throat, Jiayi said,

"The three witnesses were all unemployed vagrants. They claimed that they were sitting at the alley entrance below the steps, watching the lights and people, drinking beer and chatting. When they heard the noise, they turned around and saw Uncle Jiu chasing Ximing down the stairs from the uphill slope."

After taking a look at the notebook in her hand, Jiayi gritted her teeth and didn't want to talk about the rest of the content.

But after hesitating for a few seconds, he still spoke:

"One of the witnesses named Zhao Zhicheng said that he saw Uncle Jiu pushing Ximing hard and pushing Ximing to the partition railing in the middle of the stairs. Ximing fell down and rolled to his death."

"..." Fang Zhenyue frowned, "He said he saw Uncle Jiu pushing people?"

Jiayi nodded, "I asked repeatedly. I asked the three witnesses one by one. Another person also said that he seemed to see Uncle Jiu pushing people, but the words were not very certain. Another person said that he did not see anyone being pushed, but saw Uncle Jiu chasing Ximing after Ximing rolled down, and yelling at Ximing's body."

Jiayi lowered her eyes and glanced at the notebook, which recorded the words recounted by the witness:

[Why did you betray me? Does your conscience hurt all these years? Why haven't you died yet? How come you are still alive? 】

"Take him back for another interrogation and another statement." Fang Zhenyue ordered.

"Yes, sir." Jiayi nodded.

At this time, Sanfu also came over, and Jiayi stopped to listen to Sanfu's words.

"Sir Xu was checking the body and found a wallet in Ximing's pocket. The ID inside showed that his current name was Liu Fuqiang, 39 years old. There was also a badge for reporting a crime in the Baishina Community in Hung Hom. The key on his waist also had the Baishina Community logo, so he probably lived there." Sanfu reported.

"Go back and check the resume and situation of this Liu Fuqiang." Fang Zhenyue said.

"Fake identity?" Jiayi raised an eyebrow.

Fang Zhenyue nodded, "Let's go and take a look at the initial examination of the body."

Jiayi nodded and followed immediately.

When she got closer, Jiayi was pulled into a telepathic resonance.

The extremely long video quickly advanced, taking Jiayi through many streets in Sham Shui Po.

Jiushu has been chasing. He is obviously older and can't run faster than Ximing, but whether he falls or gasps with his mouth wide open, Jiushu has never stopped.

Maybe it's hatred, or maybe it's some kind of obsession that Jiayi can't understand, which supports Jiushu to keep running and running, like a pit bull that will never let go of its prey and doesn't feel pain.

The scene finally turns to this staircase alley. As Ximing runs down, tears are streaming down his face. He wipes his face with extreme emotion. When he reaches out to hold the dividing fence in the middle of the stairs and wants to jump over, his face suddenly changes to a painful expression. When his body is suspended in the air, his wrist softens and he falls forward headfirst.

At the moment of landing, he makes a small movement that is not easy to find: his left hand presses on his chest and his right hand reaches into his pocket.

But when he falls on the stairs, all his movements are shattered by the subsequent tumble and fall. When he finally rolls to the flat ground at the entrance of the alley, he is no longer moving.

The next moment, Uncle Jiu caught up with him, pounced on him, grabbed his chest and scolded him for a long time. When he regained his senses a little, he found that Ximing, who was staring blankly, was already dead. Jiayi took

a deep breath, and Uncle Jiu did not push Ximing.

...

Xu Junhao squatted beside the body, pulled up the palm of the body and looked at it, raised his head and said to the detectives:

"The fingerprints are gone."

Fang Zhenyue frowned and squatted to take a closer look.

Sure enough, the fingerprints of the deceased's thumb and index finger were burned away by several cigarette scars, and the fingerprints of the other three fingers were also worn away by some means, leaving only thick ropes.

Xu Junhao pulled up the other hand of the deceased, the same method, the same cigarette scars and thick ropes.

"Now the only things that prove the identity of the deceased are those documents." Xu Junhao said solemnly.

"But it can only prove that the deceased is Liu Fuqiang, but it cannot prove that the deceased is Ximing, who was once Uncle Jiu's informant." Fang Zhenyue answered.

Jiayi's eyes turned slightly, and she suddenly realized: "Then Uncle Jiu has no reasonable reason to chase and arrest Ximing..."

If the deceased is Ximing, then Uncle Jiu's arrest of the informant who once provided false information for the big case and caused the police mission to fail is a reasonable enforcement of the law by the police. After Uncle Jiu ordered Ximing not to run and surrender, Ximing fell and died during the arrest and escape, and Ximing had to bear the consequences completely.

But if the deceased is not Ximing, but just an ordinary citizen Liu Fuqiang, then Uncle Jiu's reason for arresting him is untenable, and Ximing fell and died in the end... This is very unfavorable to Uncle Jiu.

What's more, that jerk named Zhao Zhicheng even swore to give false testimony, saying that Uncle Jiu pushed someone down the stairs and caused his death.

"I'll go check on Liu Fuqiang now." Sanfu said solemnly.

"Yes." Fang Zhenyue nodded.

"Sir Fang, we found a bottle of Renzi brand heart-saving pills here." Brother Da Guangming walked down the stairs carrying the medicine in the evidence bag and showed it to Sir Xu and Fang Zhenyue.

"The deceased may have died of a heart disease, but whether it was a heart disease that caused the fall and ultimately led to death. Or whether he suffered a heart attack after being pushed down, or whether there were other causes of death, we have to go back to the autopsy room for in-depth autopsy and biopsy to confirm it." Xu Junhao stood up and nodded to the other forensic doctors.

The young forensic doctor marked the posture and location of the body with chalk, then put it in the coffin and carried it away.

Xu Junhao took off his gloves and mask, turned his head to look at Jiayi and Fang Zhenyue, then looked up at the not very steep slope of the stairs, and said:

"The two results point to completely different directions. If it is the former, then Uncle Jiu is very likely to have just encountered an accident during the law enforcement process,

and it is not serious. "If it is a heart attack caused by a fall, coupled with the eyewitness saying that he saw Uncle Jiu pushing someone, and the deceased is an ordinary passerby, not some Xiaoming, then it will be very, very unfavorable to Uncle Jiu."

"I know, thank you." Fang Zhenyue patted Sir Xu on the shoulder, and walked towards Brother Da Guangming, "Can we draw some conclusions that are favorable to Uncle Jiu through the footprints? "

Brother Da Guangming shook his head and said hesitantly:

"There are Uncle Jiu's footprints where the deceased fell. For now, we can only say that judging from the clarity of the footprints, they do not look like footprints left when someone pushes someone hard."

Brother Da Guangming said, making a gesture of pushing someone, pointing to his own feet and said:

"If I push someone hard, the soles and heels will have special shapes. Now no such Uncle Jiu's footprints have been found, but Uncle Jiu is a policeman. If someone points out in court that Uncle Jiu may be familiar with the science of footprints in trace examination and deliberately erased such footprints, leaving ordinary footprints..." "

Thank you for your hard work." Fang Zhenyue patted Brother Da Guangming on the shoulder again, then turned to Jiayi and the others and said: "Go back to the police station. "

Yes, sir."

After responding, Jiayi took Liu Jiaming to ask the three witnesses to go back to the police station to take statements.

Because Uncle Jiu was the only suspect, he had to be handcuffed and taken back to the police station in a police car.

Reporters who heard the news flashed their lights and took pictures from different angles. Fang Zhenyue took out a hat from his jeep, put it on Uncle Jiu's head, patted Uncle Jiu's shoulder gently, and drove away without saying a word.

Several cars rushed back to the police station, and the public relations department was also temporarily called from home to the police station to deal with the media who heard the news...

Everyone was in a heavy mood, and only the reporters had bright eyes at this moment when they were about to fall asleep.

The title "A police detective chased an ordinary citizen for no reason, causing him to fall to his death" seemed to excite all the reporters.