After Jiayi went downstairs, she saw the phone number of the building's housekeeper on the paper notice in front of the housekeeper's counter. She wrote it down in a notebook and walked out of the building. After walking a little further, she looked up to find the window of Unit A on the 4th floor where the accident happened. Then she turned around and found that it was facing the community fence and the elevated area opposite.
She wanted to find a person who reported the crime because she "accidentally saw the crime scene because of her love of peeping".
How can she let the police station find this house?
You can't go to the door of the house to prevent fire...
and call the police directly?
Then the person who called the police will definitely be identified as the first suspect, and the police will also vigorously look for the person who called the police after discovering the body in the house. I came out of the police station today and walked all the way here, looking around.
There is no guarantee that other people didn't see it.
What if the police find out that she is the one who reported the crime, how to explain it? It
's hard to explain.
Holding the notebook, Jiayi turned around and walked out of the community. She even thought of drawing a treasure map. The location was written as Unit A, 4th Floor, Building 6, Fuk Oi Estate, so that thieves who wanted to steal money would pry open the door and find the body.
But the thieves had already done such a bad thing as prying the door, and they would be scared and run away after seeing the body. If they were more careful, they might hide the body, clean up the scene and the fingerprints on the door handle, etc., wouldn't that be counterproductive?
She thought.
With countless unreliable ideas, Jiayi took the Dingdang car back to the police station.
On the way, she kept recalling the scenes that the deceased saw when he was sitting in the car before he died, and the images of those streets and passers-by flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern.
Even if some special points are found, they cannot be used if they cannot be inferred from the corpse and other evidence currently in the police station's possession.
It's a pity that the supernatural power cannot be used as evidence in court.
...
In the afternoon, Fu took Gary out to take the Dingdang car, and continued to look for witnesses and inquire about clues at each stop along the way.
Liu Jiaming continued to check for missing persons, and Uncle Jiu found the Public Relations Department and communicated to advertise in the newspaper to find the details of the victim.
Jiayi got all the test reports of the stomach contents of the deceased from the Forensic Department, and tried to reverse what happened to the deceased before his death, and to find out if there was a place where all these foods could be found.
Fang Zhenyue was dragged by Qiu Susan to a summary meeting on the Qin Hongliang murder case with the leader, and then he went to communicate with the plaintiff's lawyer in the Qin Hongliang case about the evidence and the case. It was already evening when he returned to the police station.
Fang Zhenyue wiped off the redundant information on the whiteboard and reorganized the clues. The detectives who ran out to work came back one after another.
Fu and Gary still didn't have any breakthrough gains except bringing back a cold air. They got some eyewitnesses who said they saw the deceased getting on the bus, but the information about the time and place of the deceased getting on the bus was still of no help.
Liu Jiaming still hasn't found any missing person information related to the deceased, and the new calls to the reporting center today have nothing to do with the deceased.
Uncle Jiu has communicated with the Public Relations Department to put a missing person advertisement in the newspaper tomorrow. He has taken a photo of the deceased. In order to prevent citizens from feeling uncomfortable, the deceased's eyes have been covered in the photo. The
height, clothing and other information of the deceased have been described in detail.
Whether the identity of the deceased can be confirmed or not, we can only wait and see tomorrow.
Jiayi finally determined that the contents of the deceased's stomach were all food that can be bought in convenience stores. The wine, cooked food and other foods are also roast meat that can be sold in almost every alley in Hong Kong.
No special ingredients or special seasonings were found. The scope is so wide that it is impossible to start.
Everyone gathered together to talk about the case again, and after a brainstorm, they called it a day and went home to find their mothers.
The next morning, Fang Zhenyue replaced Uncle Jiu and Jiayi to take the Dingdang car to look for clues. After today, the golden 72 hours will have passed. Even if there were eyewitnesses, as time goes by, these witnesses will forget things and details, and the efficiency of continuing to visit will be greatly reduced.
If no eyewitnesses and new clues are found today, there should be no need to take the Dingdang car to look for clues at each stop tomorrow.
Jiayi specially wore a thick coat and a small scarf, wrapped up tightly and went out.
The work of visiting is boring, and the benefits are not proportional to the effort, but she still has to forcibly restrain the sense of loss and continue to work.
Jiu Shu's complaining habit reached its peak. Sometimes he sighed that the weather was too bad, and sometimes he complained that the Dingdang car turned too fast. He felt that the double-decker car was about to overturn and was panicking.
An hour later, he bought milk tea at the platform and drank a belly full of hot water. He complained that the taste was not as good as Yi Ji's, and that the Dingdang car was shaking too much, which made him carsick and nauseous. He
returned to the police station at noon, but was still in a dilemma.
In the afternoon, it was Yue Ge's turn to take Liu Jiaming to ride the Dingdang car. At nightfall, the reporting center finally received a call from a person who saw the newspaper and thought that he was very similar to his colleague.
Jiayi excitedly called back and asked the other party to come to the police station to identify the person.
After seeing the body, the other party finally confirmed the identity of the deceased.
Liu Dahong, 37 years old, divorced, no children, makes a living by driving a truck. The truck is his own. He usually goes to the freight point to receive orders or contact the freight business himself. He earns a good income. Both
his parents have passed away. He lives in Tin Shui Wai, but he has no close relatives.
Truck drivers will report to the freight point when they start work. If they don’t come, they may have taken a private delivery job or are on the way to the last order. They don’t report to the freight point every day.
Fortunately, Liu Dahong’s colleague read the newspaper and happened to recognize Liu Dahong. Otherwise, I really don’t know when the freight point will realize that they have lost a partner... It is not impossible that they will never find out.
"It's impossible that Liu Dahong's ex-wife didn't recognize him, right?" Gary turned to Jiayi while holding the newspaper and asked, "Didn't the police report center receive his previous calls?"
"Maybe she didn't want to be associated with this person after the divorce, so she didn't call the police even after she recognized him." Jiayi explained.
"It's also possible that the murderer of Liu Dahong was his ex-wife?" Gary didn't know the truth of the murder, so he made a more reasonable inference based on the current situation.
Jiayi wanted to say that it was not his ex-wife who had a conflict with the deceased Liu Dahong, but because she couldn't prove her statement, she shut up in time.
After sitting on the rickshaw for an entire afternoon without any progress, Fang Zhenyue wrote Gary's reasoning on the whiteboard and said, "Find out all the information about Liu Dahong's ex-wife before you finish work today, including whether his ex-wife has a boyfriend. Prioritize checking Liu Dahong's ex-wife tomorrow morning."
"Yes, sir." Gary took the order and took Liu Jiaming to check files and other contents, and followed Liu Dahong's clues to dig out information about his ex-wife bit by bit.
"Uncle Jiu, check Liu Dahong's medical records to see if he has had any drunken fights in the past six months. Try to find out his bad social circles from this line." Fang Zhenyue made another note on the whiteboard.
"Yes, sir."
"Jiayi, go check Liu Dahong's address now. After dinner, I will take you to visit his residence. After that, we will visit Liu Dahong's neighbors and social circles bit by bit." Fang Zhenyue continued to make notes on the whiteboard.
"Yes, sir."
"Fu took advantage of the fact that he drives a truck and checked the information of his colleagues, competitors, and orders delivered in the past month, to find out if there is any conflict." Fang Zhenyue frowned slightly after recording. The truck driving business occasionally involves gangs, and may also encounter situations where people block the road to collect protection fees and tolls. The workload of Fu's search line is too heavy, and he cannot do it alone.
Turning his head, Fang Zhenyue pondered for a while, and then said:
"I will discuss with Madam to see if there are other teams that don't have any cases on hand, so they can come and help us interview."
For a person like Liu Dahong, who died on a tram, there is no clear direction, so we have to find out all his social relationships, interview and search for evidence. The workload is so huge that each working group assigned by Fang Zhenyue needs to add talents.
When Fang Zhenyue walked into Madam's office, he asked for more than just one team of detectives, but also several uniformed police to do mobile auxiliary work.
Jiayi, who went to check Liu Dahong's home address, was overwhelmed after hearing about the subsequent work tasks. If they
continue like this, there is no telling when they will be able to find the couple living in Block 6 of Fuk Oi Estate. They hope that the couple is within the area they will visit and search for evidence tomorrow.
As long as there is a clue pointing to them, no matter how subtle it is, she can find a way to insert some smuggled information into it to help everyone find the couple's home... Pray!
First of all, pray that Liu Dahong is the couple's neighbor and also lives in Fuk Oi Estate.
After finding Liu Dahong's home address, Jiayi's eyes went dark. To
Kwa Wan, On Hing Estate.
One is in the northwest of Kowloon City, and the other is in the northeast of Hung Hom. They are so far away...
She wiped her face. She didn't know if others would get anything tomorrow, but she and Yue Ge must have run in vain.
The sky outside the window turned dark, the wind started to blow, and the rain clouds were pressing down on the city. It looked like it would rain again.
Jiayi shuddered unconsciously and sighed with a sad face.
"Cheer up, Eleven, this is the daily routine of handling cases." Uncle Jiu patted Jiayi on the back. They have been out of habit recently. They
are used to handling cases with clues every day. It is really hard to adapt to such a difficult situation.
...
At noon the next day, when everyone was integrating the information, Jiayi was very sad to find that there was no clue pointing to the couple in Fuk Oi Estate.
The faces of the dead man and woman in the flow image did not appear in any of the photos.
And the number of suspects is still increasing. There are many more people who have rifts and conflicts with Liu Dahong than expected.
Jiayi has a desperate feeling that the detectives are getting further and further away, but Suzi and the clues are getting further and further away, and the workload is increasing.
Everyone was discussing intensely, working in the cold autumn wind and rain, asking questions until their throats were sore and their faces were chapped...
When everyone rushed back to the police station to report information, some shoes were covered with mud, some shoulders were completely soaked by the rain, and some hair was blown into a bird's nest.
Jiayi was so cold that she kept blowing her nose, and her hands were red and cold.
She stamped her feet on the spot, raised her head and scanned the faces of her teammates. Everyone had a frown and looked worried. Liu Jiaming even looked thinner...
By the next day, the clues were more spread out. Although more conflicting parties and "suspects" were found, the scope and people to be investigated were also getting wider and wider.
It was like the clues exploded from 0 to a myriad of clues. Everything had to be investigated and everything had to be ruled out.
The desperate method turned out to be such a tiring and inevitable stupid method. How long would it take to investigate like this? I finally understood why it often took the serious crime squad a year or so to solve a case.
It was fine for other detectives who didn't know the real culprit. They would investigate seriously and hopefully without finding any clues. Every time they made a new discovery, they would be surprised.
In a job with hope, even if there are disappointments again and again, at least there is hope again and again. Hope can support you to keep going.
Jiayi tried to persuade herself, telling herself that this was a way of learning and part of the job. She had to enjoy the fun of exploration and the sense of accomplishment of progress. Don't pay too much attention to what you see in the flow images, put them aside and experience the real detective work. Even if it is hard, you should immerse yourself and synchronize with everyone.
But the next day, Uncle Jiu caught a cold.
"Uncle Jiu, Sun Xin sent hot coconut milk and afternoon tea, please have some." Jiayi watched Uncle Jiu take out a tissue to blow his nose and hurriedly handed him a hot drink.
"Uncle Jiu, I'll help you with the rest of your work." Liu Jiaming leaned over while drinking coconut milk.
"It's okay, I'll just make some Happy Sickness Factor." Uncle Jiu forced a smile, gulped down half a cup of coconut milk, and felt his body warm up. After sneezing, he rubbed his red and swollen nose, wiped his uncontrollable tears, wrapped himself in a coat, and went out again with coconut milk in his hand. As he walked, he thanked Jiayi with a little tongue:
"The hot drink is so thoughtful."
"..." Jiayi frowned and stood in the office, unable to speak for a long time.
...
Fang Zhenyue had just discussed the progress of the investigation of this case with Qiu Susan, and after making a report and the next plan, he walked out of the office with his head down. But when he stood at the door of the B team office, he took a deep breath and tried to cheer himself up.
A military commander cannot lose morale. No matter how much pressure he is under, no matter how anxious he is, he cannot show these emotions in front of the agents.
He, as a commander, cannot fall.
In the office of Group A next door, You Zhaohua led the team out and passed by the office of Group B and saw Fang Zhenyue standing at the door in a daze facing the whiteboard.
He stepped in, patted Fang Zhenyue on the shoulder, and asked with a smile:
"How is the progress of the investigation of the Doraemon corpse case? I see that the newspapers are almost writing this case into a horror story of a ghost bus. In two days, the movie about this case will be released. Solve it quickly. The public pays high attention to weird cases. The longer you delay, the greater the pressure on you."
"Have you solved the case?" Fang Zhenyue did not respond, and turned to ask about the recent situation of Group A.
"It was solved yesterday. It took more than half a month. It's pretty fast. Thanks to you, our team A has improved its case-solving speed." You Zhaohua smiled, and seeing Fang Zhenyue's bitter smile, he quickly changed the subject and said,
"I'll treat you tonight to celebrate the case solved by team A. Why don't you come together? We're brothers, so let's spread the good news to each other and change our mood."
"Forget it. You can't celebrate too much when we're here. Seeing you celebrating, everyone thinks of their own cases that haven't been solved yet, and they feel awkward. Let's celebrate together after our case is solved." Fang Zhenyue patted You Zhaohua on the shoulder and said, "Congratulations."
"Thank you." You Zhaohua is not very good at comforting people, but he is very good at mocking people. But everyone has been getting along well recently, and it's a bit of psychological pressure for him to say something mean. He just said a polite word, then hurriedly said goodbye and left with the team.
Fang Zhenyue rubbed his forehead, turned back and continued to think in front of the whiteboard.
Jiayi sat at her desk writing a progress report on the case investigation. After listening to the entire conversation between You Sir and Fang Zhenyue, and looking at Fang Zhenyue's back, she suddenly felt sad.
In her eyes, Fang Sir, who was as powerful as an eagle, only had a pair of bald little wings behind him, and his proud peacock tail also disappeared.
...
That night, Jiayi and Fang Zhenyue visited Liu Dahong's 9th neighborhood, and he took her home on the way back.
Sitting in the passenger seat, Jiayi sorted out the notes and finally couldn't help looking up and asking Fang Zhenyue:
"Brother Yue, when you were leading Team B to investigate a case, what was the most unscrupulous thing you did?"
"In order to solve the case..." Fang Zhenyue blinked, and his neon-dyed eyelashes trembled slightly. He raised his sword-like eyebrows, amused by his own memories, and then said:
"I made a fake search warrant and was scolded by the madam.
"And I sneaked into the suspect's house to find evidence, and in the end it was proved that the man was not the murderer. Fortunately, I was not discovered, otherwise I would be reported to the Police Complaints Department.
"In the last case, they also brought evidence of you forging evidence, but this kind of thing must not be discovered or reported. Otherwise, at the very least, your gun will be confiscated, you will be fined or forced to take leave, and at the worst, your police license may be revoked. Don't learn from me, I know when to stop."
Jiayi couldn't help laughing. Every adolescent who fights thinks that he knows when to stop beating others.
Every child who wants to play games will also assure his parents that it will not affect his studies. No matter how I listen to it, it feels that Fang Sir's words are no different from those naughty children.
"When I was young, I was even more outrageous. For example, when I was very angry with the murderer, I would step on the murderer's feet to vent my anger. I said I didn't mean it, but when I went to the hospital for a check-up, I found that I had broken the murderer's toes, hahaha. I really didn't know the seriousness of the situation at that time. But the murderer kidnapped young girls to sell them, and later he became more and more violent. He would beat and scold the girls if they didn't obey, and even forced the girls to hide and transport drugs. When he was caught, he said some nonsense like his life was worth it, which made Madam tremble with anger. It's really hateful." Fang Zhenyue finished speaking, and tried hard to prove that he was not a violent person without reason, and his explanation was very serious.
"You weren't punished at that time, were you?" Jiayi asked worriedly.
"Yeah, I was punished for a week. If it weren't for Qiu Susan's loyalty and helping me with the application, I might have to go back to being a uniformed police officer." Fang Zhenyue shook his head and smiled bitterly.
Jiayi imagined Madam Q helping Fang Sir with the application, reporting to her superiors, and secretly cursing Fang Sir, and couldn't help laughing again.
"But I learned my lesson after that." Fang Zhenyue said seriously.
"Don't touch the suspect again?" Jiayi blinked.
"Nonono. You still have to step on it, but be careful with your strength. Don't step on it so that your toes are broken. Or you may accidentally bump into someone and hit their head on the door frame. Or you may accidentally raise your arm and break their ribs. It's just a small punishment for justice." Fang Zhenyue turned his head to meet the black and white eyes of female police officer Yi Jiayi, and suddenly realized what nonsense he was talking about. It's
simply to teach a good child bad things! He
quickly changed his words:
"But now I don't do this anymore. I was childish before and I was too ignorant."
Jiayi pursed her lips and curved her eyebrows. It was obvious that she understood the twists and turns behind his words.
After parking the jeep on the side of the road, Fang Zhenyue wanted to explain a few more sentences, but he felt that no matter how he said it, it would be tiring and extremely embarrassing.
He simply said goodbye to her, muttered "nonsense", and drove away.
On the way back, Jiayi was thinking about some problems.
When she arrived at her building, she couldn't help but lean over the counter of the housekeeper. After asking if there were any letters from their family, she started chatting:
"Uncle Wu, how many years have you been a housekeeper?"
"Seven or eight years. I used to be a security guard. Now I'm old and can't guard the post. I receive and send some letters and do some registration work here." Uncle Wu sits here every day to watch TV and read newspapers. He is happy to have a young daughter to chat with, and he is still a sharp-shooting detective who is highly praised in the newspapers. He instantly becomes talkative.
"So have you encountered any supernatural events in such a long time?" Jiayi asked again.
"Of course there are. There are too many. In our line of work, we come into contact with too many houses and people. We will always encounter some haunted houses, haunted places, or supernatural events. I have also heard of women who committed suicide by abortion looking for their children in the stairwell in the middle of the night... crying miserably." Uncle Wu said confidently.
Jiayi nodded seriously, as if she believed it, but in her heart she was thinking: It's probably the sound of the wind in the corridor.
"Wouldn't you be scared? Have you ever been scared sick?" Jiayi asked worriedly.
"How could that be? If you are afraid of such things, then don't do this business. We burn incense every year and worship the lonely ghosts. Every industry has its own rules. We all live in this world together. You go your way, I go my way, and we don't interfere with each other." Uncle Wu said, and then he gave Jiayi a lot of popular science about the various metaphysical preparations they would make as housekeepers and doormen.
He even took out a flattened talisman paper from under his seat.
After chatting with Uncle Wu for a while, Jiayi finally felt relieved. When she turned around and took the elevator home, she made a decision silently.
...
In the middle of the night, after everyone in the Yi family fell asleep, Jiayi quietly got out of the quilt, tiptoed to put on thick clothes and wrapped herself tightly.
I went out, went downstairs, quietly left through the back door, walked three blocks, and called an inconspicuous phone booth. I called the housekeeper's desk number on the building that I had written down when I went to the murdered couple's home a few days ago.
After the ringing sounded eight times, someone slowly picked up the phone.
A slightly hoarse "Hello" came from the other side.
Jiayi bit her lip and didn't say anything. It wasn't
until the other party asked about the topic again that Jiayi apologized in her mind and lowered her voice, saying faintly:
"Help me..."
"Who are you?" The old man's tone suddenly became tense, and the whole person suddenly woke up.
"..." Jiayi counted 6 numbers silently in her heart, and before the other party's patience ran out, she said faintly again: "Help me..."
"Don't be ridiculous, who are you?" The old man's voice gradually became serious.
"...Help me...Unit A on the 4th floor...Help me..." Jiayi's voice was very low, and she had to make sure that the other party could hear clearly, and she had to slow down her speech. It was really not easy. "
What? Mrs. Fang on the 4th floor? What's the matter, Mrs. Fang?" The old man's voice was a little trembling.
Jiayi decided that the time was right and hung up the phone.
The reaction after doing something bad was very intense. Jiayi's heartbeat accelerated and her face flushed. She
smacked her lips, glanced at the pay phone, took out a tissue to wipe off the fingerprints on it, and then felt that she had done something unnecessary, scratched her head, turned around and ran.
After running all the way home, it was not until she lay in bed for a long time that her heartbeat gradually returned to normal.
She let out a long breath, clasped her hands together, and prayed silently.
...
The next day, Jiayi was on pins and needles all day, but she did not wait for the old man to call the police.
In the evening, she quietly ran to Fuk Oi Estate and watched from a distance. Everything was normal in Building 6. The old man was still sitting behind the counter watching his black and white TV, and there was even an extra plate of peanuts at hand.
She returned home frustrated. At the same time in the middle of the night, she had to wrap herself in thick clothes again, run to another telephone booth farther away, put on woolen gloves before picking up the phone and dialing the same number.
It rang many times before someone answered. This time, the old man's "hello" sounded a little trembling and inquiring. Obviously, he had guessed who called.
Jiayi counted silently as usual, and only spoke after counting to 6. She still said only one sentence in a faint voice: "Help me... Help me..."
"Is it Mrs. Fang? I knocked on your door during the day, but you didn't open the door, and there was no sound inside. I haven't seen you and Mr. Fang for several days. Did something happen? What's the matter? Don't scare me..." The old man seemed to have been holding back his worries for a whole day, and he blurted them out after receiving the call.
Jiayi did not answer, but just lowered her voice and said quietly:
"...Unit A on the 4th floor..."
"...Help me...Help...Help...me..."