Chapter 121 Two in One
Jian Ruochen, carrying his fishing gear bag, jumped onto the back seat of Du Luo's new motorcycle and grabbed a metal pole behind the motorcycle with his backhand. "Alright."
Du Luoxin stepped on the accelerator and sped off in the direction of the wild fishing park. "Hold your feet, we're taking a shortcut."
Just as Jian Ruochen closed his legs and clamped the motorcycle together, it spun out of the water and drifted into the alley.
The breeze from the alley brought a slightly salty, fishy smell to my face, mixed with the smell of cement.
Jian Ruochen heard Du Luoxin's choked sobs, intermittent, and disappeared in the sea breeze.
He opened his mouth, tilted his head to look at the concrete houses and the uneven narrow stairs in the fishing village, remained silent, and said nothing.
Damn it.
Why abolish the death penalty?
He who kills will be killed.
With a squeak, the motorcycle stopped outside the cordon.
Jian Ruochen jumped out of the car and showed his ID to the uniformed police guarding the line, "CID consultant."
The uniformed police saluted silently, raised his hand to raise the cordon, but his eyes fell on the man with red eyes behind Jian Ruochen.
Jian Ruochen explained: "He is the supervisor here."
He turned to look at Du Luoxin, "Wait here for a moment, I'll go find someone."
Du Luoxin clenched his fists and nodded.
The river surface enclosed by the wild fishing park was sparkling in the sun. It was a common sight that I had seen for several years, but now it was so congested that it made me feel uneasy.
He stood there in a daze, and after a while he thought: the identity of the body has not been confirmed yet, maybe Feng Ye is still alive, but he is too busy to reply to letters, receive telegrams, or answer phone calls.
How could he die?
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Jian Ruochen walked quickly to Guan Yingjun's side, "How is it?"
As soon as he opened his mouth, the stench of the corpse made him feel nauseous.
He took a look and saw pieces of gravel scattered around a black plastic bag. The plastic bag was of good quality and was not torn. Inside was a bag of smelly corpse water.
It was hanging bulgingly on an upturned branch.
In summer, the smell dissipates quickly.
Jian Ruochen's eyes went dark and a sour taste rose in his throat.
The smell is so strong that the physiological reaction cannot be suppressed by psychological strength.
Guan Yingjun took off a layer of gloves, wiped his hands with a wet wipe, then took out the mint ointment from his trouser pocket, scooped out a piece, and rubbed it under Jian Ruochen's nose.
The rough fingertips rubbed the paste on the soft flesh, making Jian Ruochen shudder.
It's cold, itchy, and a little hot.
"Better?" Guan Yingjun rubbed the remaining liquid on his fingertips on his solar plexus to refresh himself, then put on a new pair of gloves and answered the previous question, "It's a bit troublesome."
"What's wrong?" As soon as Jian Ruochen spoke, he felt his entire upper lip going cold and burning.
Bi Qianqian bought a bag of mineral water from the side, bit open a bag, poured it into her mouth to rinse her mouth, and then continued: "The body was too broken into pieces. We speculate that there may be multiple garbage bags scattered at the bottom of the pool. We have to call a salvage team."
"It would be best if we could find the owner of this place."
Jian Ruochen pointed backwards, "It's behind."
Bi Xianxian was stunned.
"The real fish king that the fishing tackle shop owner mentioned before is the boss here. This wild fishing park was built jointly by the people in the fishing village..." Jian Ruochen said as he took out Du Luoxin's confession record form.
Bi Xianxian was amazed.
Jian Ruochen's ability to do things is really strong. Not only is he efficient, but his accuracy is also incredible.
Not only is he popular, he is also more professional than informants in getting information.
Born to be a police officer!
The serious crime squad got it easy, and it was Guan Sir who acted so decisively.
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Guan Yingjun read through the whole thing quickly and had an idea in mind. "Bi Xianxian, call the fishing team and take the money from my account..."
He paused, then suddenly glanced at Jian Ruochen, counted out 4,000 from his wallet and handed it over, "Pay in cash. Make money for two days first."
Solving a case is really expensive, especially a case like this that has not been completely solved.
If you want to rob, you have to grab evidence, which costs money.
Guan Yingjun paid the money and went outside the cordon to talk to Du Luoxin. When he learned that Du Luoxin was willing to lend him the water pump, he raised his hand and took out a cigarette case from his pocket, took out a cigarette and handed it to him, "Thank you for the trouble."
Du Luoxin took it, but didn't click. He put his hands on his ears and forced a smile. "It's not a bother. As long as it helps you."
He rolled his eyes and looked at Jian Ruochen who was squatting by the river. The young man was looking at the bloody thing on the ground with a frown. Beside him was the forensic science officer who had just arrived. He was listening and nodding, obviously learning.
Guan Yingjun followed his line of sight, narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes were dark. "Do you need my advice?"
Du Luoxin shook his head, "No."
He glanced at Guan Yingjun, and the scene of the inspector applying peppermint ointment to the boy suddenly appeared in his mind.
Natural and intimate.
He was in no mood to think further. His mind was full of Feng Ye's affairs. Things had come to this point. He would rather Feng Ye was a jerk who didn't love home than to see him dead.
Du Luoxin nodded to Guan Yingjun, turned around, got on the motorcycle, and went to get the water pump.
Guan Yingjun stared at the motorcycle for a while.
Jian Ruochen came so quickly just now, he must have taken Du Luoxin's motorcycle. The motorcycle is so small that it can only seat two people.
He lowered his eyes, took a cigarette from the box and put it in his mouth, stood outside the cordon, dialed Lin Yazhi's number, and explained the situation in a clear tone.
"We have to seize the case," Lin Yazhi said. "Those scoundrels in the Royal Police Department are just eating and waiting to die every day. They have no backbone at all."
Summer is here.
The case of Lu Rong and Oliver Keith had been dragging on for several months without any progress, and people in West Kowloon were full of anger.
Lin Yazhi murmured, "What a beast."
She closed her eyes and said, "Zhang Xingzong complained that there were too many papers. Do you want to give some to Group B? I will ask a foreign astrophysics expert to take a look in a week."
"Let's split it." Guan Yingjun lowered his head, lit a cigarette and took a puff.
He hadn't smoked for a long time, and this sudden puff not only didn't make him feel better, but instead diluted the mint smell in his nose.
More restless.
Performance and merit are meaningless; the most important thing at this time is to recruit talents.
After hanging up the phone, Guan Yingjun took two more puffs of his cigarette, put it out hastily to get rid of the smell, and turned back to the scene.
The forensic pathologists from the West Kowloon Identification Department were dressed in their suits for field work, squatting on the ground and busying themselves. They even filled three test tubes with river water mixed with corpse fluid in a plastic bag.
Xiang Jingrong said: "Fortunately, the murderer put the dismembered body parts in a plastic bag. Otherwise, with so many fish in this area, we would definitely lose the clues."
Jian Ruochen's eyebrows jumped.
Something is wrong. Didn’t the murderer throw the body here because there are many fish here and he wanted the fish to eat the body and the clues?
Why the plastic bag?
strangeness.
Soon, the salvage team and the pump arrived, followed by the fishermen who were not too far away and wanted to go forward but were afraid of getting in the way.
Jian Ruochen pushed aside the cordon and went out, feeling that he stank all over.
The main thing is that the stench of a corpse is really hard to disperse.
In the previous life, those who studied forensic medicine said that even taking a shower would not get rid of the smell. When they encountered a case, they would go home and pour a bucket of hot water, scrub it three times, and make the skin wrinkled before they could barely wash off the smell.
He walked to the store and bought another popsicle, then ate it under a tree while listening to the fishermen.
"…I heard that body parts were fished out."
"How could this happen? Hey... We have such strict management over this place, how could something like this happen? Hey! How am I going to explain this to Aye when he comes back?"
"Aye hasn't been back for four years, right? I don't know what he's doing. His parents miss him a lot."
"If you ask me... this book will make you stupider the more you read it. It may make a good and filial child unable to return home."
Jian Ruochen thought about it, turned around and bought a bag of sweet water from the store, then walked to the side of the fishermen and said, "Uncles and aunts, is it hot standing here? Can I treat you to some sweet water?"
This sweet soup costs only eight yuan a bowl, but it is considered expensive for the residents of the fishing village.
Their fish only costs that much per pound, and when the British buy it, they bargain for it, so we really don't make much money. I would only buy a bowl of sugar water to taste it when there was a happy event at home or when I caught a big fish.
Seeing that they didn't take it actively, Jian Ruochen took it out of the red plastic bag, handed it to them one by one, then smoothed out the plastic bag, rolled it up and stuffed it into his trouser pocket.
This action was very simple, and the uncles smiled knowingly. No one expected that a young man with such delicate looks and such clean clothes could be so straightforward. The slight restraint in their hearts disappeared.
They opened the lid of the sugar water bowl, took a plastic spoon, squatted in a row against the wall near the store, and ate and chatted.
The uncle in the lead asked, "Little policeman, what's the situation now?"
"We have to drain the water first." Jian Ruochen had no appetite. He squatted in the crowd, sucking on his popsicle. "Uncle, don't worry. We will drain the water while we ask the fishing team to protect the fish. You won't lose too much."
"Well, this place is just for fishing enthusiasts to have fun, but it doesn't make much money." The uncle smiled and stirred the glutinous rice balls in the bowl of sugar water with a spoon, saying sadly, "When we fish, it's inevitable that some fish fry will come into the net. We can't bear to put them back, so we usually sell them together. Until one time, Feng Ye said that we could raise them in the depression here and make a fishing park."
Everyone said at once: "College students who have studied are good, they are smarter."
"Yes, yes, Aye, with just one word, feeds our entire village. Filling it with fish fry, isn't that a simple thing to do."
When talking about the only graduate student who left the village, everyone's face was filled with proud smiles.
As Jian Ruochen listened, he pieced together Feng Ye's life.
When Feng Ye was ten years old, he was able to go fishing at sea with his father. Later, he was admitted to high school, but the tuition was too expensive, so he originally did not want to continue studying. It was the residents of the fishing village who persuaded him, and everyone contributed a penny to raise enough money for the high school tuition.
Later, he was admitted to university, completed his undergraduate studies with a scholarship, and went abroad to study for a master's degree. After returning to China four years ago, he wanted to pursue a doctorate at the University of Hong Kong and eventually stay in Hong Kong to teach.
Then he disappeared.
"The last time we had dinner together, Aye asked me to fill up this bay and build a shorter gate so that fresh seawater can be pumped in during high tide and the fish won't be taken away after low tide." Du Luoxin stood beside Jian Ruochen without him knowing.
He put one hand in his pocket, looked at the pond from which the water had been drained, and muttered, "He's too smart to die. He just doesn't have time to go home."
I said this quietly, as if I were lying to myself.
Jian Ruochen put the thawed ice on the stick into his mouth and was suddenly stunned. "What did you say? You said this pond was filled later? Wasn't it there from the beginning? When was it filled? Did you contact Feng Ye when it was filled?"
If the pond was really filled in later, then they can determine the approximate time of the crime!
Du Luoxin was startled by him, "It was filled in later."
"What's the exact time?" Jian Ruochen looked up and asked, "What year, month, and day?"
"Filled out in August 1989, on the last day of August."
Jian Ruochen stood up suddenly.
Five years ago, 1988. Oliver Keith came to Hong Kong under the pseudonym Edlan.
He lived in the fishing village for a year and became good friends with Feng Ye.
A year later, in 1989, exactly four years ago, Oliver Keith joined the University of Hong Kong under his real name.
The timing is right!
Squatting for a long time causes insufficient blood supply to the brain. Jian Ruochen's eyes went dark. He shook his head and held onto the tree next to him. Just as he was about to lean on it, someone put his arm around his shoulders and stuffed a lemon candy into his mouth.
Guan Yingjun touched the side of Jian Ruochen's face and felt sweat on his hand. He took out a handkerchief and put it on the side of Jian Ruochen's face, "Wipe it."
Jian Ruochen pressed on and rubbed it randomly like a small animal washing its face. As he did so, he stared at Du Luoxin: "When was the last time you contacted Feng Ye? Before or after the pond was filled?"
"Before that, I went to look for him at 10 a.m. on August 31, but I couldn't find him." Du Luoxin frowned. "I remember it very clearly. I went to look for him because of the pond filling. School will start in September, and he will also have to report to Hong Kong University. We wanted to finish the filling before he goes to school, and then have a good meal. But I didn't find him. His mother said he might have gone to school early."
"Going back to August 30th, I contacted him that day, and we went out to sea together in the morning. He had been to school for so many years and didn't know how to cast a net anymore. We didn't return home until the evening." Du Luoxin said, with a somewhat lonely smile on his lips.
Jian Ruochen felt something was wrong. There was nothing wrong with what he said, but it was too strange from the perspective of Feng Ye's family.
A mother worries about her child even when he is far away. Feng Ye's mother must love this child very much and prepare a lot of food and supplies for him.
If Feng Ye died, he would definitely not be able to carry the luggage.
If Feng Ye were alive and really went to school, he would take away his packed luggage.
If the deceased was really Feng Ye, then where did the missing luggage go?
Jian Ruochen glanced at the fishermen who were still eating the sweet soup, and said to Du Luoxin: "Come with us."
Guan Yingjun reached out and brushed aside the hair that was stuck to Jian Ruochen's cheek when he wiped her face.
Du Luoxin understood that this man liked this young policewoman.
He also likes men, so you can tell at a glance.
Du Luoxin pursed his lips and saw Jian Ruochen nudged the person beside him with his elbow. "It should be between the evening of August 30 and the morning of August 31."
Guan Yingjun raised the corners of his lips. Jian Ruochen's unconscious intimacy made Xia Ri's irritability much less. He whispered, "We have to confirm the identity first."
If the identity cannot be confirmed, no amount of confessions will be of any use.
He leaned close to Jian Ruochen's ear and whispered quickly, "Don't trust this fish king too much. Be a third party to verify it."
You can't just listen to one side of the story for any piece of information. Jian Ruochen has never worried about this because no one can lie to him.
But sometimes it’s not a good idea to trust your own expertise too much.
He said, "Then you go and confirm the details with Du Luoxin, and I will go and verify with the other people in the fishing village."
Jian Ruochen paused, and when no one was looking, he reached out and hooked Guan Yingjun's finger.
It would be nice to have a partner who is much older and has a lot of experience in handling cases.
How can other people learn such detailed things from Sir Guan?
Guan Yingjun paused, reached out and patted his lower back, "Go ahead."
His movements were very gentle, but Jian Ruochen still felt that the end of his spinal groove was rubbed, which made him feel itchy and numb.
The two looked at each other and walked in different directions.
Based on Du Luoxin's new confession, Jian Ruochen asked questions again and again around the fishing village, but he got similar answers.
Because these two days are very representative, one is the last day to go out to sea before school starts, and the other is to fill the pond, both are big events, so everyone remembers them very clearly.
After wandering around, Jian Ruochen finally found Feng Ye's house. The door was wide open, a light was on inside, and an old woman was sitting inside mending a fishing net.
Another man in an old man's shirt was lying on a chair, smoking a cigarette. When he saw Jian Ruochen stop at the door, he immediately turned around to look at the old woman, then stood up, put down his pipe, walked out of the house and closed the door, and asked vigilantly, "What's the matter?"
"West Kowloon CID." Jian Ruochen showed his ID, "Are you Feng Ye's father?"
"Yes." Feng Zhenting glanced at the ID and pointed to a place farther away. "I know that body parts were found by the river and they are pumping water out now. Do you suspect that the dead person is Ah Ye?"
Jian Ruochen was stunned.
Feng Zhenting was so calm, as if he had expected it.
Feng Zhenting looked into Jian Ruochen's eyes and suddenly sneered, "We called the police, but the people at the Royal Hong Kong Police Station ignored us, saying how could an adult go missing? Maybe he ran away from home. Those policemen."
Jian Ruochen said cautiously: "There is no evidence to prove the identity of the deceased yet, and we are still interviewing people. It's just that... it's possible."
Feng Zhenting sighed.
Jian Ruochen opened the recorder and pulled out a new record sheet. "Du Luoxin said that on August 30, 1989, he and Feng Ye went out to sea together. Did this happen?"
"Yes." Feng Zhenting smiled, "I went with him. Du Luoxin's parents died at sea. We raised him as our own child and used our boat whenever we went out to sea."
Jian Ruochen took a deep breath and realized that Du Luoxin would never lie.
He glanced inside the room and lowered his voice a little, "Du Luoxin said that my mother said Feng Ye might have gone to school early. Why did he have such an idea?"
"Normally, we should pack our luggage when we go to school early. Where is Feng Ye's luggage?"
Feng Zhen heard: "The reason why we think Ah Ye is missing is because he left a ticket before he left."
He walked into the house tremblingly, searched for a while, and took out a plane ticket written in English and handed it to Jian Ruochen, "I don't understand it, but after asking around, everyone said it was a plane ticket, a plane ticket to go abroad."
Jian Ruochen lowered his eyes and saw that the well-preserved paper, which was wrapped in a waterproof film, was a plane ticket to the UK, with a departure time of early September 1989.
This ticket has not been used.
It can only deceive those honest and simple fishermen who have never seen the world.
Jian Ruochen said, "We should take him away and check him out, okay?"
"Check it out." Feng Zhenting smiled bitterly, "After so many years, I have been prepared for it. It's just that the old woman has a bad heart, so don't scare her."
"I won't go in and bother you." Jian Ruochen thought for a moment and took out the professor's photo. "Have you ever seen this guy called Edlan?"
Feng Zhen looked over and said, "I haven't seen him, but I heard A Ye mention him. He said he was a teacher and was his friend."
"Where's Auntie? Has she seen it?" Jian Ruochen handed him the photo. "It's not convenient for me to go in. Please go and ask."
"good."
After a while, Feng Zhenting came out with a photo and a pipe. He was silent for a while before saying, "My wife said that on the night of August 31, this man came to help Feng Ye with his luggage and said they were going abroad. We were used to hearing Ah Ye say how good this teacher was, so we didn't think much of it."
Jian Ruochen's blood began to flow backwards and his fingers became cold.
It's impossible. Judging from the fishermen's statement, Feng Ye is a very organized person. Since he had already decided to stay at Hong Kong University and school was going to start the next day, it was impossible for him to suddenly change his mind and go abroad the day before!
At that time... at that time Feng Ye had probably been killed.
The professor came to take the luggage and left this sentence and a plane ticket, probably to delay Feng Ye's family from discovering Feng Ye's whereabouts.
In this way, when reporting a case, you can only report it as missing.
However, the disappearance of adults, especially Hong Kong citizens under the rule of the British Hong Kong government, would not be taken seriously by the Royal Hong Kong Police.
Jian Ruochen took a deep breath.
This was not a passion killing.
It was a premeditated, organized, and precisely calculated crime!
So that's it. So that's it.
This makes sense why the murderer put the body parts in plastic bags.
The murderer was not from the fishing village and did not know that the bay would become a pond. He thought that the current would carry the plastic bag containing the body parts into the sea and the waves would blow the plastic bag apart.
In this way, the body parts will be scattered in the sea around the Hong Kong River and no one will find them.
But he didn't expect that Du Luoxin acted decisively and built a low gate!
The deceased should be Feng Ye.
Jian Ruochen asked Feng Ye's father for some medical examination forms and hospital visit forms that Feng Ye had left at home, and then walked back.
luggage.
Where would Feng Ye’s luggage be?
Oliver Keith, being so cautious and timid, should have dealt with it.
Is the clue going to be lost again?
No, not necessarily.
Think about Oliver Keith's psychology. Many murderers will take away the victim's belongings as a souvenir to show their own strength.
Oliver Keith loves to brag about himself and can't wait to list out his achievements on a PPT in class.
Is he such a person?
It should be. Slides were so expensive these days, and that kind of film was consumable. One less image was needed for each one used. It was not like later when a computer was so small that it could hold all kinds of images.
Someone like Oliver Keith would probably feel secretly happy looking at the victim's belongings after killing someone.
think……
No matter what you were like in your life, I am the winner now.
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