There were several stacks of newspapers lying where the body lay, probably the waste paper that the old man with hearing loss had not had time to sell.
The stack soaked with blood had been taken away by colleagues from the Scientific Forensic Department when they were searching for evidence. The only ones left there were not stained with blood. Fang Zhenyue glanced over and saw a Ming Pao Weekly from last month.
The page published 75 issues with the theme of marriage or wedding ceremonies since its founding, and pointed out that 21 couples had divorced. The conclusion was that the divorce rate in Hong Kong was soaring quietly. In
most homicides, the murderers are relatives, and spouses account for the largest proportion among them.
Retracting his gaze, Fang Zhenyue slowly paced at the crime scene, scanning every corner with his eyes, and his brows became more and more tense.
In the afternoon, they had recorded the statement of the deceased's husband and confirmed his alibi.
Although the detectives had already visited the deceased's other social relations, from the information such as the place of death, time and method, Fang Zhenyue had actually deduced that the murderer was most likely not an acquaintance. If it
was not an acquaintance, the deceased did not lose any money or belongings, there were no witnesses, and the information given by the forensic doctor was nothing special. In the afternoon, the forensic department could only conclude the blood type and "the material left in the wound was rust." In the
1989 flight attendant murder and dissolution case, it was a murder for love, committed by an acquaintance, and the body was found in the Ding's house where the murderer lived. The truth was so close, but it took more than a year from arrest to trial.
And right now, there is no clue to this case. You can't find the murder weapon, and you can't find the murderer... I'm afraid it will end up being mixed in with the many unsolved cases in the city and buried in the dust.
Fang Zhenyue looked up and scanned the dilapidated houses along the alley, then turned to Liu Jiaming and said,
"Visit every house with windows that can see this alley. Regardless of whether anyone lives there or not, ask all the people who may appear at the window repeatedly, and keep asking."
"Got it, Brother Yue." Liu Jiaming turned around and left.
Fang Zhenyue called him again, took out two hundred Hong Kong dollars from his pocket and handed it to him: "Buy a few boxes of cigarettes, candies, melon seeds, etc., and go and talk to all the neighbors."
"Yes, sir," Liu Jiaming took it with a smile, and slipped out of the cordon.
…
Fang Zhenyue paced back and forth in the alley where the murder took place, constantly deducing and looking for missing details. While supervising the detectives to re-search for evidence, he searched for possible missing information in his mind.
The severe itching on his neck and arms disturbed his thinking from time to time. After running around all day, he finally forgot to do mosquito repellent.
"Uncle Jiu." Fang Zhenyue twitched his short hair impatiently, "Go check who is the contractor for the cleaning project in this area, and ask if there are any strange discoveries last night and this morning."
"Brother Yue, I checked this afternoon. No one takes care of this alley. The hard-of-hearing old man fenced in here to store things. When someone came in to clean, he thought that someone was going to steal his things, so he chased them away with a broom. Now no one nearby goes here."
Lin Wangjiu called Fang Zhenyue "brother", and Fang Zhenyue called him "uncle", each calling his own, and not interfering with each other.
"After the evidence search, take the old man who collects rags back and interrogate him again." Fang Zhenyue said helplessly. In this situation, he could only squeeze out the sweetness and juice from these people who could be touched.
...
Yi Jiayi locked her bike aside, and under the pretext of delivering detective supplies to Officer Fang, she greeted her uniformed police colleagues who were blocking the crime scene, and successfully sneaked into the blockade.
The alley was full of debris: a broken bike that had fallen on the side of the road, a small bench with only three legs, and the excrement of some dried animals...
Looking up, you can see the iron railings extending out of other people's windows, and the railings are full of debris, blocking the windows tightly.
Looking far ahead, at the end is the shed of the old man who collects shabby things, and the iron ladder at the corner...
Yi Jiayi tried hard to suppress her boiling emotions, but when she exhaled, she could still feel that the temperature of the gas sprayed out of her nasal cavity was too high.
Everything in the alley was exactly the same as the murder scene she saw, as if she had really been here.
Swallowing hard, she ran over quickly when Fang Zhenyue saw her, and forced a smile. When she took out the mosquito repellent from her pocket, she also pulled out the mosquito repellent inside her pocket, and then hurriedly stuffed it back in. It took a lot of effort to hand the mosquito repellent to Fang Zhenyue, and her embarrassed face could drip blood.
Her behavior was obviously a little unexpected to Fang Zhenyue. This mighty detective who had devoted all his life to work was probably also a little dazed by this soft, sweet and gentle behavior.
He took the mosquito repellent, stared at Yi Jiayi for a few seconds, and then whispered "thank you".
"It's our administrative support department, it should be done." Yi Jiayi had already found a reason for herself on the way here. After repeating the polite words she had rehearsed in her mind, her eyes kept glancing at the pile of debris in the corner of the alley intentionally or unintentionally.
Fang Zhenyue thought she was shy and embarrassed to look him in the eye, so he took the mosquito repellent and sprayed it on his arms and neck, and then handed it back to Yi Jiayi.
After the little policewoman took the mosquito repellent, she hesitated and didn't want to leave.
"Go home early and don't hang around here." Fang Zhenyue said to drive him away. What was the point of the little girl messing around in such an unlucky place?
"Oh." Yi Jiayi responded neatly, lowering her eyes and staring at the tip of her shoes. She rehearsed the words she had prepared in advance in her mind for the last time, then looked up at the end of the alley, and then performed a surprised "Huh?"
Hearing her "Huh", Yi Jiayi almost blushed again. She was probably not a very good actor. Her pronunciation was a bit high, a little deliberate, and embarrassing.
But Fang Zhenyue had already attracted her attention, so she had to hurry up and continue to act according to the original plot.
"What's that reflective thing?" She pointed to the corner at the end of the alley where paper shells, wooden boards and other miscellaneous items were piled up.
His tone was a little stiff, and he dug his toes on the ground awkwardly.
Before the construction of the Disney Castle was completed, Yi Jiayi hurriedly avoided Fang Zhenyue's sight and walked into the alley.
In case there was nothing, she would say that she saw it wrong.
It's a small matter, don't be nervous, take a deep breath, take a deep breath - she chanted in her mind to comfort herself, staring at the front, and walked over with curiosity.
Fang Zhenyue frowned and looked in the direction she pointed, only seeing the debris, nothing else.
Lin Wangjiu and others had searched the place before, and the debris had been moved away and reorganized, so there was no possibility of missing anything.
But seeing that Yi Jiayi was sincere and anxious to turn around, he still strode around her and walked closer first.
There was nothing.
After removing all the debris, all that was left was dust, dirt, sawdust, an indescribable stench of decay, and a dilapidated ditch where the old residents had dumped their dirty water.
He squatted on the spot and turned his head to look up at Yi Jiayi, "What did you see?"
Yi Jiayi's fingers were cold.
No, she clearly 'saw' the knife dropped here.
Because the location was certain, she squatted beside him without giving up, looking left and right and still did not stop, even reaching out to the ditch and groping inside and out.
Just when Fang Zhenyue was about to pat her shoulder and call her home for dinner, Yi Jiayi suddenly took out something, pinched it with two fingers, and raised it high.
The next moment, she raised her head, stared at him with wide eyes, holding the knife in her hand as far as possible like a bomb, with a terrified expression on her face.
Fang Zhenyue's breath was choked, his eyes lit up instantly, and he turned around and shouted, "Uncle Jiu!"
Lin Wangjiu was squatting in a pile of newspapers searching for evidence. He turned around blankly when he heard the shout. After seeing Yi Jiayi holding a bomb and the "bomb" in her hand, he suddenly jumped up, took out an evidence bag from his pocket, rushed over to Yi Jiayi's hand, and carefully put the knife in it.
In an instant, all the detectives stopped searching for evidence and crowded around.
There was still blood on the knife, and judging from the freshness of the blood, it was obviously newly left.
Did you find it? Did you find it? Did you find it?
If you find the murder weapon, it means that you may have found fingerprints. Even if you don't look at the fingerprints, the chance of solving the case will double if you follow the knife to find the melon.
The setting sun dispelled the haze on the detectives' faces. The men who had just been searching for evidence like dying old cows, instantly rejuvenated and became more energetic.
"Wow! We searched for nearly three feet and found nothing. You found it as soon as you arrived?" A young detective stared at the knife in the evidence bag for a while, and then stared at Yi Jiayi who was still squatting on the ground, and was amazed.
"Lucky star of the detective, hey, I can file a progress report now." Lin Wangjiu laughed.
It would be embarrassing if there were no clues after a murder. Now there is finally a breakthrough. The report is well written, and everything will be fine.
"Take it back and send it to the Forensic Department." After giving the order to Lin Wangjiu, Fang Zhenyue glanced at the little girl squatting on the ground. He couldn't remember her name for a moment. When he handed it to her, he asked, "What's your name?"
The little policewoman was still staring at her fingers in a daze, her arms stiffly raised, as if she was afraid that the two fingers that had touched the weapon would get close to her.
Hearing Fang Zhenyue's question, she raised her head and answered "Yi Jiayi", and slowly put her hand into the big palm he handed over.
She stood up with his strength, and then she found that her legs were weak.
The man's big palm was strong and warm. She was like a white-bone demon, drawing some warmth and strength from his body, and her brain gradually regained clarity.
The few words that were looming slowly became clear, occupying the entire brain:
[It's all true! 】
After she saw the corpse in the forensic autopsy room, all the murder scenes that emerged in her mind were real!
Fang Zhenyue chewed the three words "Yi Jiayi" repeatedly, and gradually remembered her name. He turned to another agent and said, "Take Yi Jiayi to the side to wash her hands and drink some hot water to relieve her shock."
"Yes, sir," the agent responded, walked over and coaxed Yi Jiayi to follow him.
"Collect." Fang Zhenyue walked back and forth in the alley again, and finally gave the order.
After hearing this, every agent who was working overtime to collect evidence breathed a sigh of relief.
Yi Jiayi, who had washed her hands, held a disposable paper cup filled with warm water, lowered her head and drank slowly in small sips. In the silhouette of the setting sun, her figure was particularly thin and pitiful.
Every detective from Team B and uniformed police working overtime to guard the blockade smiled when they saw her.
A new policewoman named Yi Jiayi found the murder weapon. Everyone can finally go home. It's a stroke of luck.
From this day on, it will probably not be so easy for everyone to forget the name 'Yi Jiayi'.