Family murder mystery (11)

Meng Siqi ran breathlessly to the library not far from her home. The library closed at 9:30 and she only had less than half an hour.

Many people had already left the library at this time, so she quickly entered the library and started flipping through the rows of bookshelves. After flipping through several books on Feng Shui, legendary mysteries, and other curious subjects, she finally found the book she wanted.

After opening it, her fingers slowly became uncontrollable, and she trembled slightly when turning the paper...

"It's almost closing time!" a staff member came to remind us.

Meng Siqi immediately picked up the book and went outside to write a borrowing slip. After successfully borrowing the book, she followed the crowd of people leaving, walked out of the library, and squatted down at the door of a small shop next door.

The light from the shop shone right on her books.

After interpreting all the doubts, Meng Siqi realized that she had been squatting at the door of the convenience store for an hour. When she stood up, she found that her legs were cramping. She held on to the wall for a long time. The convenience store owner seemed to be accustomed to her behavior outside the library.

She bought a bag of dry instant noodles.

To be honest, she was still a little hungry, so she ate while walking home.

It was not appropriate to call the office so late at night, and she did not feel that her interpretation was completely correct, so she needed to go back and look at the book.

The next morning, Meng Siqi got up early and quickly returned to the bureau to write her associations on the crime board.

Just as she finished writing, she noticed someone standing behind her, and she realized it was the Korean team.

Han Changlin's eyes froze, and his gaze was fixed on the words she wrote for a long time.

Because of Ye Xiuhui's complaint of "the eighteen levels of hell", Meng Silian thought of the clue of this case. She believed that the clue of this family annihilation case was the eighteen levels of hell.

There are eighteen kinds of punishment in the eighteen levels of hell. She checked them one by one and finally was able to match them up.

Zhu Gongyou corresponds to the Iron Tree Hell, where iron nails are nailed into the top of his head after his death. This is almost consistent.

You Meihua corresponds to the tongue-pulling hell, where her tongue was cut off after death, which is very consistent.

Zhu Xinting corresponds to the frying pan hell, where some fat tissue was fried after death.

Qi Xiaowei, corresponding to the Knife Mountain Hell, had two knives stabbed into his face after his death.

As for Ning Xiangjuan, there seems to be no corresponding hell. Perhaps the murderer encountered some reason and did not do so.

Meng Siqi stood aside, waiting for Han Changlin's reply. After a moment, Han Changlin looked at her and asked, "Is this what you thought?"

"Captain Han, I was reading in the library yesterday and I felt like..."

Han Changlin's frozen expression slowly relaxed, and he even showed some excitement. "Good, very good!"

He rubbed his hands, feeling an urge to do something big with direction and purpose.

At this time, Feng Shaomin and his group came in one after another.

Han Changlin immediately clapped his hands and said loudly, "Brothers, get to work and immediately investigate the unsolved homicide cases in Jinyang City in the past three years."

Tang Xiaochuan stepped forward and asked, "Team Korea, what are the characteristics?"

"Eighteen levels of hell!"

Not only Tang Xiaochuan, but also Feng Shaomin was stunned. Tang Xiaochuan took the initiative to ask: "Captain Han, what is the Eighteen Layers of Hell?"

"I knew you would ask this question. If you don't know what the Eighteen Layers of Hell are, come and take a look!"

Everyone gathered around and looked at the words written by Meng Siqi on the crime board. Han Changlin said, "Xiao Meng, briefly share your thoughts with everyone."

Meng Siqi quickly picked up the book she had borrowed from the library and briefly explained her speculation based on the description of the eighteen levels of hell punishment in the book.

All of a sudden everyone seemed to understand.

Zhao Leiting turned his gaze from the crime board to Meng Siqi, praising him: "Siqi, you're great. You can even think of this!"

Meng Siqi said modestly: "I'm not sure if the association is correct."

Han Changlin immediately said: "No matter what, this is a good direction for detection. Xiao Meng's discovery is very valuable!" He slowly looked at Meng Siqi, his eyes revealing full affirmation.

The Korean team didn't often like to praise their subordinates. In fact, this was the first time he praised her in front of all the members of the second team. Meng Siqi's heart suddenly felt undercurrents, as if someone had plucked a string that couldn't be stopped from beating.

Han Changlin looked at Feng Shaomin again, "Old Feng, your apprentice performed really well this time!"

Feng Shaomin pursed his lips slightly, and the corners of his mouth raised a slight angle.

In Meng Siqi's eyes, Feng Shaomin was a serious person. This not-so-obvious smile made her already excited heart even more proud.

But the case had not been solved yet, so she could not show any pride. She immediately said, "Master, I will definitely work harder."

Unexpectedly, Feng Shaomin responded for the first time, nodding and saying, "Okay."

Han Changlin spoke loudly, his tone full of confidence and determination: "Now that everyone understands this characteristic point, next, find me all the homicide cases that meet the punishment of the Eighteen Layers of Hell!"

"good!"

Zhao Leiting raised his hand and said, "Captain Han, is it possible that the murderer has committed crimes in other places in the past few years?"

"Think carefully, Zhao Leiting, then you can contact the public security bureau in other cities and ask them to help find similar case files..."

"Good Korean team."

Han Changlin clapped his hands, "Dismiss the meeting, and get to work now. Not a single suspicious case can be left unsolved!"

In the file room, Feng Shaomin led a team to look through the case files that had not been solved in the past three years. As there were many files and they needed to be carefully checked, Han Changlin transferred two more investigators to check together.

Everyone was walking around the bookshelves. Some were standing and flipping through the books, while others were squatting and flipping through the books. Meng Siqi had been squatting there the whole time. After a long time, her legs and feet were inevitably sore. She had no choice but to find a wall to lean against, and took down piles of files from the bookshelf, checking them one by one, and piling them up one by one.

In order to avoid missing anything, everyone even expanded the time range of the case file to within ten years. In this way, the day passed quickly, but almost nothing was discovered.

Han Changlin went in and out of the filing room several times that day. However, when it was time to get off work, he began to look anxious. He asked Tang Xiaochuan, "Hasn't it been found yet?"

Tang Xiaochuan said: "No one meets the obvious characteristics."

"Hey, does this look a bit similar?" Feng Shaomin walked towards Han Changlin holding the case file.

Everyone gathered around in a hurry. Meng Siqi felt sleepy and a little dizzy, but Feng Shaomin's discovery instantly perked her up, and she walked over immediately.

Han Changlin read the file and said, "The deceased's heart was dug out... Is there such a punishment?"

Tang Xiaochuan said: "The punishment of tearing out one's heart?"

"It seems not." Meng Siqi remembered it very clearly.

Tang Xiaochuan said, "Well, I remembered it wrongly. I was watching Liao Zhai on CCTV recently and kept thinking about it."

After a moment of silence, Feng Shaomin suddenly said, "The murderer has a strong anti-detection ability, and he knows a lot of these strange knowledge points and can use them. He must have received a good education. He may have come up with this plan this year and made careful arrangements. He has started committing crimes recently, and the case of Zhu Gongyou may be the first one."

In other words, no new clues will be found in these case files.

Han Changlin said: "It is also possible that he is an extreme sociopath. He is not seeking any specific target, but is suffering from a mental illness. He claims to be God and wants to punish others with torture such as the 18th level of hell."

Feng Shaomin and Han Changlin's analysis made everyone fall into deep thought. Such analysis would undoubtedly help in solving the entire case.

Meng Siqi has been reading criminal psychology recently. The book does introduce a type of antisocial personality, also known as amoral personality disorder. People with this personality are usually cold-hearted, lack empathy and a sense of guilt. When they commit crimes, they have no specific hatred, but just enjoy the crime itself. They are often meticulous and brutal.

Feng Shaomin closed the case file in his hand and said along the lines of Han Changlin: "Captain Han, now that you put it that way, I think it is possible. Zhu Gongyou set fire to his company, You Meihua embezzled his brother's demolition money, and Qi Xiaowei solicited prostitution. These actions may be what the murderer considered to be hell, so he acted as the judge..."

When the analysis reached this point, everyone's mood became even heavier. Now, of all the eighteen levels of hell punishment, only four have been deduced, which means that there may be fourteen more punishments that are about to be staged...

Thinking of this, Meng Siqi felt a little creepy.

"That's it," Han Changlin sighed, as if he was confused about the current clues, or anxious about the progress of the case. He said slowly, "I will go and talk to Director Liu first... You guys continue..."

Meng Siqi just remembered that today was the last day of the deadline set by Team Han and Director Liu to solve the case, and he was afraid that Team Han and Director Liu would break their promise.

On the second day, only Tang Xiaochuan and Meng Siqi were still checking the case files. On the third day, only Meng Siqi was left reviewing the case, while the others went to the scene to conduct an inspection.

Zhao Leiting had been contacting other municipal public security bureaus to investigate the case files. The other municipal public security bureaus gave a high degree of cooperation. At noon on the third day, when Zhao Leiting was the only one in the office, he received a call.

A few minutes later, he appeared in the archives. Meng Siqi was a little tired, and suddenly Zhao Leiting rushed in, excited, "Found it, found it."

"What did you find?" Meng Siqi asked, looking up.

"There was a case in Qindong City at the end of last year. The ten fingers of the deceased were cut off..."

"Scissor Hell?" Meng Siqi's tiredness disappeared instantly, and she was even a little excited. Scissor Hell is the punishment of cutting off ten fingers in the eighteen layers of hell. She put down the case file in her hand and said, "Then quickly talk to the Han team."

"The Korean team is on their way back... Stop looking for them, we'll go back and wait for them."

"good."

In less than half an hour, Han Changlin and the others returned to the office. While waiting, Meng Siqi wrote the key words of the case file on the crime board based on the information received by Zhao Leiting.

Han Changlin's eyes lit up when he saw the crime board. Zhao Leiting repeated the crime board: "Captain Han, this is the information we have collected so far. The deceased, Wei Xingping, died at home with his wife at the end of last year. The murder weapon was a single-edged sharp blade with a blade length of 13 cm and a width of 3 cm. All ten fingers of the deceased were cut off, and the cuts were neatly positioned, which is very consistent with the characteristics of the scissors hell of the eighteen layers of hell..."

Han Changlin asked: "What is the identity of the deceased?"

Zhao Leiting used chalk to write under the word "photographer". "He is a photographer working for the Jinyang Shixin Evening News... He lives in Qindong City and commutes between the two cities every morning and evening. He has worked for the Shixin Evening News for more than five years."

Not only is it related to Jinyang City, but it also completely meets the characteristics of a crime. At this moment, everyone's face seems to be filled with new hope.

Zhao Leiting added: "According to the response from the Qindong police, the inference made at the time was that Wei Xingping was killed in revenge. Because Wei Xingping was a photographer, his usual job was to go out to collect materials with a small camera. Because his reports were documentary, it was likely that they touched the interests of certain people, so he was silenced and his fingers used for filming were cut off. But so far, no specific clues have been found."

Han Changlin was confident: "Contact the Shixin Evening News immediately and check all the reports that Wei Xingping participated in in the past five years."

Feng Shaomin reminded, "Captain Han, Wei Xingping worked for a long time, so he may have reported for a lot of newspapers. I wonder if we should retrieve all the newspapers from the past five years. We will arrange for someone to check at home."

"Okay." Han Changlin nodded, "The most urgent thing is to make a quick selection!"

Tang Xiaochuan said: "Captain Han, I'm going to the newspaper office to explain the situation and bring back the newspapers from the past few years..."

In the afternoon, Tang Xiaochuan brought a few people and brought back a large pile of newspapers. As the office was small, all the newspapers were piled against the wall. There were actually quite a few newspapers from the past five years, and they filled up one wall in a short time.

Han Changlin walked over, opened a newspaper, and quickly glanced at it. "Let's work together to screen and sort out the newspapers whose photographer is Wei Xingping."

Unexpectedly, this work alone kept us busy until the evening. When everyone looked back, they found that Wei Xingping had participated in reporting on at least half of the newspapers.

Looking at the mountain of newspapers, everyone stood still without saying a word, because the next task was even more serious, which was to find the suspect from the newspapers that Wei Xingping had participated in reporting.

This seems to be a truly arduous task, because there are too many reports, and even if there are suspicious reports, it is impossible to verify them one by one. This is undoubtedly like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Even if we make a hundred times the effort and identify all the suspects related to the report, by then the murderer may have already escaped and is at large, or even committed a new tragedy.

Han Changlin pinched his lower lip with his fingers, as if he was thinking about how to proceed with the next work. Zhao Leiting wiped the sweat from his forehead and glanced at Meng Siqi. After a busy afternoon, Meng Siqi was exhausted and didn't even have the strength to speak.

"Mr. Feng, how long do you think it will take to check all of these?" Han Changlin asked.

Feng Shaomin curled his lips and said, "It's hard to say. If we narrow the scope to three years, and use reports with conflicts of interest as a breakthrough point, and then investigate them one by one, it will take at least one or two months."

This is still a conservative estimate. No one responded much. Han Changlin sighed slightly: "But we have to do it no matter how stupid it is... There is no other way except this stupid way!"

Obviously, there is no better way. According to the Qindong Public Security Bureau, Wei Xingping had no enemies around him, nor did he have any emotional or financial disputes. He was very ambitious, and apart from the conflict of interest caused by reporting, it is difficult to think of any other reason that led to his murder.

Seeing that no one responded, Han Changlin spoke up: "Then let's investigate."