Li Chu's murmurs last night have come true.
When he arrived at the hospital and heard the news, he was completely stunned and couldn't help but wonder if his mouth had been blessed.
The criminal who had been committing crimes in Jingshan District appeared in Haidian District last night, adding another crime to his list.
At this point, most of Beijing was buzzing with excitement, and everyone was talking about it.
Wang Jiadong hasn't been home for a week. All the officers in his criminal investigation team have been asked to cancel their vacations, and everyone has thrown themselves into this case.
Even with such dedication, this guy actually jumped out of Jingshan last night and went to commit crimes elsewhere.
That's such a slap in the face.
Zhang Meng returned to his office looking exhausted, picked up a cup of tea that had been brewing on his desk sometime during the night, and downed it in one gulp.
After sleeping less than twenty hours in a week, Zhang Meng, who is nearly sixty years old, felt that he could not hold on any longer. He really wanted to lie down and have a good sleep, but when he thought of the police officers who were still fighting on the front line, he suppressed this thought.
He picked up a photocopy of the case file on his desk and started looking at it. Where exactly was the breakthrough in this case?
Over such a long period of time, many criminal suspects have been arrested, and many have been released after the investigation. He now feels like a tiger trying to eat the sky but has nowhere to start.
After looking at the case file for a while, Zhang Meng picked up the phone and dialed a number. He wanted to clear his head; thinking about this one thing all day had made his mind stagnate.
"Hello, I am Zhao Zhijun."
The call was answered quickly, and Zhang Meng knew that it was Li Chu's assistant who answered.
"Zhijun, this is Zhang Meng. Is your boss in?"
"Ah, Director Zhang, hello. The leader has already gone out on a mission today."
"Never mind then, it's nothing, I'll contact him again later."
"Okay, goodbye Director Zhang."
Zhang Meng sighed after hanging up the phone; he couldn't find anyone to talk to.
He actually has quite a few friends, but the only one he can trust to reveal the case without fear of leaks is Li Chu.
The key is that they can often provide him with some help.
When Li Chu returned to the hospital, it was already past 5 p.m. When he learned from Zhao Zhijun that Zhang Meng had contacted him that morning, he picked up the phone and dialed without hesitation.
He knew why Zhang Meng had come to him.
"Brother Meng, wait for me in the office for a moment, I'll be right there."
He told Ding Qiunan, then had Tian Jun drive him there, and then sent him back.
When Li Chu saw Zhang Meng, his brows furrowed tightly.
"Hey Meng, you don't think you're only in your thirties or forties, do you? Are you out of your mind?"
In his eyes, Zhang Meng's current state was like a rubber band stretched to its limit, which could snap at any moment.
"There's no other way. I can't sleep until this case is solved. Besides, the brothers down there are still out there working hard, much harder than me."
"Can you even compare yourself to those young people?" Li Chu said helplessly.
"Alright, stop talking nonsense. Lie down on the sofa and I'll give you an acupuncture. It'll take at most half an hour."
After saying that, he ignored Zhang Meng's objections and pulled him to the sofa.
"No, Xiao Chu, I know you mean well, but I'm waiting for the people below to summarize the situation."
"How much can half an hour really cause? Do you think they can handle the case without you? Hurry up and get going."
Zhang Meng, already an elderly man, was like a chick in Li Chu's hands, unable to put up any resistance and allowed to be kneaded and manipulated at will. With two quick "swish" needles, just a few seconds later, deafening snoring filled the office.
Half an hour of deep sleep restored Zhang Meng's energy considerably, and his ashen complexion regained some color.
"Hey, you're really something. Can you teach us officers what you've got?"
"You're really ignorant and fearless, aren't you? You can just stick needles into anyone with this stuff? Are you out of your mind?" Li Chu retorted without any politeness.
Then he waved his hand and said, "Don't even think about it. I don't dare let Wenxuan give acupuncture to others easily now."
I just looked at the files on your desk, and I have a question: how exactly did you determine that these cases were all committed by the same person?
"What do you mean?" As soon as Li Chu mentioned the case, Zhang Meng forgot all about the acupuncture.
"Just tell me exactly what it means. Tell me why you classified these cases as a series of related cases."
"From the modus operandi, the timing of the crime, the target group, the process of the crime, and the final method of killing."
"Is there any other evidence? For example, fingerprints."
Zhang Meng shook his head: "No, this guy always wears gloves, even when he's doing *that*, he's using a small umbrella. One of the most important pieces of evidence left at the scene is a shoe print."
"Well, I was just about to talk about the shoe print. I saw that your shoe print is size 43, and then experts estimated that the criminal's height is about 175 to 183 cm, right?"
"Yes, this is the approximate area defined by several experts sent by the ministry."
"Okay," Li Chu nodded, then sat down in the chair and lifted his feet.
“I wear size 42 shoes and I’m 180cm tall. I know that my height doesn’t prove anything. I just want to tell you that you can’t let these experts limit your case handling. The range they draw may not be accurate. What if that person is like me? People with big feet and short stature or short feet and big stature can be found everywhere. It’s just a matter of probability. You can’t rely on probability to make judgments when handling cases.”
bidige.
Li Chu's words made Zhang Meng fall into deep thought.
Regarding the issue of height, some police officers had raised questions before, but this was a conclusion reached by several experts, and they had been investigating in that direction. Now it seems that it is indeed necessary to reorganize the findings.
"Brother Meng, sometimes you shouldn't blindly trust experts."
These words made Zhang Meng's breath catch in his throat, and he looked at Li Chu with a mixture of amusement and exasperation.
"Do you think everyone is like you, daring to question experts so casually?"
"Experts are human too. They just see a little more than ordinary people. But as long as they are human, they are prone to making mistakes. And the most common mistake they make is the error of empiricism. Therefore, we must maintain reasonable skepticism towards what experts say."
"Understood. We'll have a meeting later and discuss this height issue again."
"Brother Meng, pressure is necessary, but don't put too much pressure on the comrades below, otherwise..."
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