Hong Kong is a city where people wake up and go to bed several hours later than the north. This avoids the heat during the day and prolongs the active time at night.
The city wakes up only when the sun is already very big in the morning.
The back alley of Dayu Building on Pitt Street is deserted, with only occasional large vehicles passing by on the street in the distance.
This small square on the map is full of dilapidated houses, piled with garbage and debris.
Several abandoned houses in the alley were requisitioned as dilapidated warehouses by an old man who sells waste paper. The broken walls, wooden boards and iron sheets are stacked up like a huge cave hidden in the city.
Even though there was a lot of broken copper and iron, someone was worried about being stolen, so they built a protective cover with iron wire.
In the narrow and dilapidated alley where the sun couldn't shine directly, a middle-aged woman suddenly broke into it, took a shortcut through the alley, turned around the dilapidated shed warehouse, and ran into a drunk man unexpectedly.
Her originally swaying steps suddenly became regular, and her eyes were vigilantly looking at the drunk man from time to time, and she would quickly walk around him when they met.
The drunk man didn't notice the woman at first, but the other party's overly cautious and nervous state attracted his attention. After taking a look, he was angered by her disgust and reached out to stop the woman.
"Are you hiding from me?" He moved closer, raised his arm and sniffed himself, "Do you stink?"
The woman was frightened and wanted to run away, but he blocked her again, "Do you smell good?"
He looked the woman up and down, and asked fiercely, "Do you have money?"
"No, no..." The woman was frightened and reached out to push him.
The man was enraged, and he took out a knife from his pocket, shook it twice, and then quarreled with the woman.
When he waved the knife at the woman, his face was still drunk. He waved
his arms randomly, just to scare her casually, until he pushed the woman to the corner, his knife swinging action still did not look like he was really going to kill her.
When he stabbed the woman's belly with a knife, he was still talking nonsense until he pulled out the knife and it bled. The woman fell down with a wail of pain. He stared at the knife in his hand, as if he hadn't reacted yet: This woman dodged his knife just now, why didn't she dodge this time?
The drunkard stared at the woman for a long time, and then suddenly sobered up.
He was frightened and at a loss, and stretched out the knife to wipe the blood on the woman's clothes. But when he faced the angry woman, he was so scared that he dodged left and right and dared not look at her, and he even scratched the woman's face in panic.
So he continued to wipe the blood with the woman's clothes. In the distance, he didn't know whether it was a cat or a mouse flipping a can, which startled him. The drunkard woke up as if from a dream, jumped up suddenly, turned around and ran away.
In his panic, he didn't know what hit his hand, and the knife was knocked away.
The drunk seemed to be completely unaware and continued to stumble and flee. It was not until
he turned out of the alley that he realized it belatedly and leaned against the wall and vomited violently.
... Yi Jiayi had no idea how she completed her work tasks. When she reacted, there were already crooked words recorded on the notebook: [Forensic fatal injuries and other injuries report, received and registered the next day] [Weapon analysis report, received and registered the next day] [Scientific Forensic On-site Analysis Report, received and registered after 3 days] ... [Weekly progress summary and registration, first submission] ... [After the case is solved, gradually supplement the information and reports, register and integrate them into the file] ... She stared at the records in front of her, her hand tightly holding the pen, and only then did she feel her knuckles stiff and numb. Lin Wangjiu, who was standing not far away, looked at Yi Jiayi from time to time. He was ready to push her outside as long as she pretended to vomit. He also had a clear plan in his mind on which bucket to choose for her. He didn't expect that although the little girl looked obedient and stupid, she actually gritted her teeth and remembered the work well, and didn't cause him any trouble at all. Her mental quality was quite good. When the forensic officer finished the autopsy, Yi Jiayi pressed her back against the wall beside the door, trying her best to keep the farthest distance from the corpse. She lowered her head and stared at her file book, her eyes never looked around, she only listened to their conversations, and didn't think about scaring herself. As soon as everyone pretended to leave, she immediately opened the door and fled. Only after turning out of the coldest area did she dare to take a deep breath. Yi Jiayi stood still for a moment when her back was suddenly patted. The person who patted her was a young plainclothes policeman in his twenties named Liu Jiaming. He had a not-so-handsome face, long eyes, high nose and thin lips. He was not very handsome, but he had a kind of romantic air when he smiled. He tilted his head and looked at Yi Jiayi with a smile, and said loudly: "Please collect all the documents according to the date, so that if someone loses important documents, they will blame us, the Serious Crime Unit B, for taking and putting them in a mess." He then glanced at the medical examiner. "Stop it." Lin Wangjiu patted Liu Jiaming on the shoulder and turned to add: "It's just lost, just make another report, it's nothing." He said "it's a small matter" as if he was a peacemaker, but what he said was that the forensic doctors lost files and documents, and it had nothing to do with the serious crime team. The forensic doctor who followed him had a stern face, and the young forensic doctor was even more angry, but they glanced at the Serious Crime Team Sergeant (Team Leader) who was walking at the end, and finally kept silent, pretending to be humiliated. "Based on the rigor mortis, the time of death is about 6 hours, which means the deceased died around 8 or 9 in the morning." "The fatal wound is in the abdomen." "Based on the bleeding and wound marks, the deceased did not struggle when the face was attacked, and his face was cut after death." "The murder weapon was a sharp weapon, which is estimated to be a smaller dagger about the length of a palm." "Other substances were left in the wound, and the Forensic Department has taken them away for testing..." The forensic officer introduced one by one, and the Serious Crime Unit Sergeant who was walking behind only nodded occasionally. "Sergeant Fang, I will complete the complete forensic report as soon as possible and send it to--" The forensic officer looked up at Yi Jiayi. Receiving the forensic officer's gaze, Lin Wangjiu immediately patted the distracted little policewoman and asked, "Name?" "Yi Jiayi." The little policewoman came back to her senses and saw that everyone was looking at her, and said, "Yi from I Ching, Jia from Yijia and Yishi, and Yi from Xintai." "Well, I'll send it to Yi Jiayi, and she will print it out and send it to you from the Serious Crime Unit B." The forensic officer couldn't get enough of it when he said this, and added, "Once the case is solved, Yi Jiayi will collect all the documents provided by various departments from the Serious Crime Unit and file them together." Fang Zhenyue had been thinking about something just now, and when he heard the forensic officer's unnecessary additional explanation, he turned his head and glanced at him.
The man had sword-like eyebrows, star-like eyes, and a sharp nose. Even with an indifferent and lazy expression, he was still majestic.
When he looked at people without saying a word, his whole body exuded a murderous aura.
The forensic officer's throat was choked, and
he couldn't breathe. He nodded awkwardly and turned to get busy. Liu Jiaming shrugged at the forensic officer's back, then went to Fang Zhenyue's side, "Brother Yue, the body was found by a hard-of-hearing old man who lived in the garbage dump. He was not very smart. He collected garbage until very late yesterday. When he got up at noon, he saw a woman lying on the side of the road and thought she was drunk.
"I saw it again after I picked up some things after dinner, so I called the police.
"The deceased had all her money and documents on her. I guess the face was cut not to hinder us from cracking the identity of the deceased, but most likely to vent his hatred.
"Most likely it was an acquaintance who had a grudge against him. "
Have you asked the residents nearby?" Fang Zhenyue did not respond to Liu Jiaming's reasoning, but only inquired about the completion status of the normal process step by step.
He wrote a report until very late last night, and just sat down in the office this morning when he was transferred to a special task force to do off-site analysis of non-confidential information from different perspectives. He
rushed back in the afternoon and wanted to lie down on the table to catch up on a nap, but there was a new case.
He was sleepy and tired, and after drinking a large cup of coffee, he still felt irritable. He didn't like anyone, and his already handsome face looked even more ferocious.
The people around him were cautious and did not dare to touch his head.
"I've asked, and they all said they didn't see any suspicious people.
"We didn't find the murder weapon at the scene. Our initial guess is that the murderer took
the body away." Liu Jiaming's tone didn't sound like he was talking about the case, but rather like he was chatting casually. They have seen many cases, and if they had been straining their nerves, they would have died of exhaustion long ago.
Lin Wangjiu added: "The deceased's name is Zhang Fengyun, a 39-year-old female sewing worker. Judging from the ticket stubs on her body, she came from Yuen Long on the early bus. I've contacted her husband, and I'll go see if he's arrived."
As he walked, he complained: "Alas, the person died outside, and it's hard to search for evidence or investigate. We can't even find the murder weapon, and we might have to fight a long battle again."
He rubbed his neck and beat his shoulders as he walked, as if he was very tired.
When they parted ways at the stairs, Liu Jiaming suddenly turned back and said to Yi Jiayi with a smile:
"I'm new here. My name is Liu Jiaming, from the Serious Crime Unit B. You can come to me later to deliver the documents. If you are free after work, I will treat you to fried spicy crabs. There is a restaurant next door..."
Fang Zhenyue, who was walking in front, turned around and glared. Liu Jiaming waved his hands, squinted at Yi Jiayi, and ran to catch up with the sergeant Fang to go back to work.
Yi Jiayi stood in the stairwell, looking at Fang Zhenyue's back, and thought belatedly:
Oh, the biceps detective who was bullied by mosquitoes turned out to be a sergeant from the Serious Crime Unit.
So fierce, not like a policeman, but like an iron-faced judge.
Put on two mustaches, hold a big pen, and you can sit in court.
She wanted to laugh, but her thoughts turned and she suddenly recalled the movie-like scene she had just seen in the autopsy room, as well as the corpse that was taken apart and then closed.
Biting her lip, holding the folder tightly, and holding the pen, she slowly climbed the stairs.
The heroine she saw at the crime scene was obviously the deceased lying on the cold bed. If that was true, the man wielding the knife... was the real murderer?
Returning to the office, she reported to Sister Yin about her work just now, and she spent the next two hours in a state of confusion.
When she got off work, she poked her head into the office of the Serious Crime Unit B, but only saw a swaying figure.
Lin Wangjiu turned out to smoke, saw Yi Jiayi, raised his hand to greet her, and forgot her name, "Yi what?"
"Yi Jiayi." The little policewoman had to answer again.
This is how small people are, not easy to remember.
"Aren't you going out to date after work?" Lin Wangjiu looked her up and down.
After the young girl changed out of her uniform, she was still wearing plain clothes, carrying a lunch bag, and her hair was in a ponytail, like a schoolgirl going home after school. It was obvious that she was not dressed for dating.
"Go home for dinner." Yi Jiayi curled her eyes and asked casually, "Uncle Jiu, have you found the murder weapon?"
Lin Wangjiu took a puff of cigarette and savored the sweet "Uncle Jiu" from the young girl. He was also about to retire, and he didn't know if he would be lucky enough to retire home and enjoy family happiness.
Shaking his head, he answered slowly:
"The sergeant asked us to expand the area and search again, so we are going to set off now."
"Oh."
"Why does it take several months to work on this case? What's the point of working overtime? I might as well go home and have some soup and sleep." Lin Wangjiu complained, and seeing the little girl looking at him with a pair of bright eyes, he thought that his nagging was really damaging to his image, so he straightened his back and reminded her seriously:
"Take the main road on the way home, don't go into the alleys, okay?"
"Yes, sir"
...
In the parking lot, the slow-moving Yi Jiayi ran into the serious crime team B who were rushing over in big strides.
Fang Zhenyue led the team and drove the police car to the crime scene.
Fang Zhenyue wiped away the morning's laziness and afternoon's impatience. Now he had a stern face, his eyes were shining coldly, and he got into the car swiftly, looking particularly chic.
Just the small movement of stretching his arm to make it itchy, let down his arrogance a little.
The police car roared out, and Yi Jiayi was sprayed with exhaust gas.
She waved her hand and pushed her bicycle out of the parking lot, but she was reluctant to ride it. The broken car was still a broken car, and it did not show its original form and turn into a big girl.
She was just unwilling.
After walking more than a hundred meters, Yi Jiayi took a deep breath and finally made up her mind to give in to her curiosity. She
returned to the police station and called her brother to say that she would be home late due to overtime work. She found a half bottle of mosquito repellent on her desk and put it in her pocket.
She raised her head, resolutely ran downstairs, and rode her bike straight to the murder scene in the back alley of Pitt Street.
In the video footage of the murder, she saw the murder weapon slip out of the murderer's hand and fall into the corner of the pile of junk a few steps away when he hit the iron stairs at the corner of the street...
She just went to take a look...
to see if there was really a murder weapon there, and to see if the "movie" she suddenly saw in her mind was an illusion.