spirits in throat

When I opened my eyes again, I saw a large snow-white wall.

It is a hospital.

Rong Zhao got up and looked at the clock on the wall, he had slept for four hours.

Seeing Rong Zhao get up, Fan Yao hurried forward, "Brother Rong, you're awake, don't move around."

Knowing what Rong Zhao was concerned about, Fan Yao continued: "Team Zhou is fine. Lu Hairong is dead. He was frozen to death in the freezer. The body has been transported to the forensic room."

Rong Zhao took the water glass handed over by Fan Yao and held it tightly in his hand.

The temperature from the hot water brought him back to life, and his pale face gradually became rosy.

Rong Zhao said in a deep voice, "Take me back to the bureau."

Fan Yao didn't dare to call the shots: "The doctor said to observe for at least half a day, and Zhou team also explained that you are not allowed to run around."

Rong Zhao threw off the thin quilt and got off the bed: "I'm fine, go back to the bureau."

He was still wearing Zhou Ye's shirt, and the white cloth on his left shoulder was stained with dark red blood, and the shape of teeth could be vaguely seen, which was bitten out by Zhou Ye when he was about to fall into a coma.

Afraid of bacterial infection, the wound on the shoulder was treated by a doctor and wrapped with a bandage.

When I arrived at the Municipal Bureau, I saw the director of the funeral home talking to two police officers, saying that the source and incineration of each corpse in the museum has been strictly checked and recorded, and no redundant ones will be mixed in. Malicious replacement.

Rong Zhao brushed past the curator and went straight to the forensic room.

Zhou Ye just came out of the forensic room. He opened the door and saw Rong Zhao. He sized him up, his gaze fell on his shoulder, and he said in an unnatural voice, "Isn't it time to leave the hospital yet?"

Rong Zhao looked away from Zhou Ye, and looked into the forensic room: "Has Lu Hairong's autopsy report come out?"

Zhou Ye was still wearing Rong Zhao's black T-shirt. After he came out of the ice room, he was taken to the hospital for a physical examination, and he rushed all the way back to the city bureau until now.

"The autopsy is still in progress, come with me first," Zhou Ye led Rong Zhao towards the evidence department, while turning his head to look at his shoulder, "Does it still hurt?"

"Sorry, in a hurry, I'm afraid you will fall asleep," Zhou Ye passed his shoulder to Rong Zhao's side as he walked, "How about you bite it back?"

"It doesn't hurt," Rong Zhao turned his head to look at Zhou Ye, and whispered, "Thank you."

Rong Zhao often said thank you to others. When he said thank you, 90.00% of the cases were out of politeness and good upbringing in his bones.

Only this sound was different from the previous ones, it sounded out of sincerity beyond politeness, a bit like the sound of melting ice and snow.

The two of them walked around in the ice room and were almost frozen to death in it.

Hearing that Rong Zhao didn't want to bite back from his body, Zhou Ye felt a little disappointed: "You really don't want to bite?"

Rong Zhao looked at Zhou Ye: "I think my teeth are broken."

"Where are you taking me?"

While talking, the elevator heard the floor where the physical evidence was located. Zhou Ye walked out and said, "I'll take you to see the physical evidence that Dongzi collected at Lu Hairong's house, and some of it was found in the mortuary of the hospital. The location is not at his home, but in the hospital morgue."

The inspection tables of the Physical Evidence Section have been filled.

A specially marked fruit knife, a bone chopping knife, a SLR camera, various medical books and so on.

Shocking photos were placed on another inspection table.

Lu Hairong took pictures of the process of humiliation and dismemberment of the two corpses with that SLR camera, and then put them in his darkroom, washed them out, kept them in an album, put them under his pillow, and took them out to read at any time. .

The collected evidence did not show the whereabouts of Mi Qiong and Zhao Tian's heads, nor did there be any news about He Yanyan.

A physical evidence worker wearing white gloves is conducting detection and analysis. He holds the autopsy report of the first two victims issued by the forensic doctor in one hand, while looking at the photo on the inspection table: "It is the same as the previous autopsy report of the forensic doctor. It agrees that the deceased was mutilated after death."

"Unfortunately Team Zhou, except for the victim in these photos, no other person left the country, including Lu Hairong himself."

Zhou Ye put on his gloves and picked up Lu Hairong's phone: "Have you gained anything from communication and social accounts?"

Ding~~, it is the sound of the computer receiving a new email.

The evidence officer tilted his head, motioning Zhou Ye to look at his computer.

Zhou Ye clicked on it and looked at it. Several suspicious mobile phone numbers were marked, and the identity information of the number owner was also found out and listed.

Zhou Ye opened his mailbox with his mobile phone, and forwarded the email to Bai Xudong, asking him to follow up with these people.

"It has been verified that the suspect used the fruit knife and collarbone knife to dismember the body," the physical evidence picked up the fruit knife on the examination table, "but the edge of this knife does not match the fatal wound on the deceased. "

In other words, there are other murder weapons.

Both Lu Hairong's home and the hospital mortuary have been turned upside down. If there is a knife hidden, it will not go undiscovered. All evidence points to the possibility of another suspect cooperating with the crime.

In the black car that Lu Hairong bought from the second-hand market, traces of the victim's struggle were found. One of the hairs with hair follicles was caught in the crack of the car door. DNA testing proved that it belonged to the deceased Zhao Tian.

Lu Hairong was in charge of finding the target, and by virtue of his gentle "doctor" appearance, he gained the trust of the victim and snatched him away.The rape and murder were done by another person, and Lu Hairong did the dismemberment and dumping of the corpse.

"Lu Hairong's work is more like preparation and aftermath. It looks like he is serving another person," the evidence officer speculated. "Is it possible that he was threatened by that person."

Zhou Ye looked down at the pile of dismembered photos in front of him. The composition of each photo was carefully planned, and the light and shadow were full of artistic sense. There was even a fill light beside it.

Zhou Ye speculated: "He is also enjoying this process."

But the climax of these two people is different, one loves strong women to kill people, the other has no sexual ability, loves to be respected and trusted as a doctor, and then destroyed and destroyed.

A physical evidence officer was sitting at the inspection table dismantling Lu Hairong's SLR camera: "It was discovered."

Another physical witness looked at the memory card held by the tweezers in his hand: "Didn't the memory card in the camera be taken out the first time, why is there another one here?"

The physical evidence who found the memory card said: "This one was hidden in the camera, not in the card slot, and judging from the model of this card, it should be six or seven years ago."

Both Rong Zhao and Zhou Ye were particularly sensitive to the word six years, and they both spoke at the same time: "Look at what's inside."

Zhou Ye turned his head to look at Rong Zhao, he could see the rare nervousness in his eyes.

Zhou Ye shook Rong Zhao's hand, just like when he was holding him in the ice room, hoping to comfort him.

Rong Zhao looked down at Zhou Ye's hand, frowned slightly, and was about to speak, when the other party had already let go, and he moved his lower lip, before he had time to say anything.

The physical evidence put the memory card in the card inserter, connected it to the computer, and spread his hands helplessly: "It's encrypted, I'm afraid I won't be able to see it until the password is removed."

"But don't worry, this kind of password method doesn't seem particularly complicated. If you leave it to Wang Xiaoming, it will be no problem."

In the hall on the first floor of the Municipal Bureau, an old couple and a young wife were crying, especially the woman's voice, which was extremely sharp: "The funeral parlor froze to death of my son, no matter what, I have to pay first."

These two are Lu Hairong's father and stepmother.

The stepmother looked only 40 years old, not a few years older than the 28-year-old Lu Hairong.

In the interrogation room, Zhou Ye sat opposite Lu Hairong's father, and asked straight to the point: "Back then, the day before Lu Hairong took the college entrance examination, why did you beat him?"

Lu Hairong, who had excellent grades, missed the most important exam in his life because of this, and even his life was ruined.

"This is all in the past, don't ask me about it," Father Lu said with obvious resistance in his eyes, "Just ask, if the funeral parlor freezes people to death, should they be compensated?"

Zhou Ye stared into Lu's father's eyes: "No matter what, I'm lying in the forensic room right now. As a father, you don't even ask a question. You come up and ask for compensation. Isn't it a little too cold and heartless?"

There are too many criminals whose crimes are not worthy of sympathy and forgiveness, but one thing is the same, their parents always love them.There are not a few parents who stand up and try to take the blame for their children.

Father Lu's face was very ugly: "I have no relationship with that kind of beast."

Father Lu finally told the story of the past.

The night before the college entrance examination, it rained heavily, and Lu's father was away on a business trip. Lu Hairong was under too much pressure for the college entrance examination, and became concerned about his young stepmother.

Father Lu, who came back early, saw the scene in front of him, and before that, his stepmother told Father Lu several times that Lu Hairong peeked at him taking a bath.

Father Lu was so irritated by the scene in front of him, his blood surged up, he beat Lu Hairong severely, and kicked him out of the house.

This beating turned people into what they are today.

Zhou Ye took the information of Lu Hairong's stepmother handed over by Zheng Ke. There were a lot of life photos in it, and there was a lot of red in the eye. The stepmother is a woman who likes to wear red dresses very much.

Lu Hairong desires and hates these women. In his eyes, Mi Qiong, Zhao Tian and He Yanyan, the women in red who go out on a rainy night, are all the incarnations of their stepmothers.

He didn't attack his stepmother because he was subconsciously afraid of his father, and the series of consequences caused by the beating terrified him.

Coming out of the interrogation room, Zhou Ye took Rong Zhao to the forensic room.

Wu Hao looked at Zhou Ye, then at Rong Zhao who was following Zhou Ye, the expression on his face changed from doubt to seriousness and then to doubt: "What's the matter with your two clothes?"

Zhou Ye was still wearing Rong Zhao's black T-shirt. In summer, he didn't wear any other tops except police uniform and white shirt.

The sudden change to black, which is still very characteristic of Rong Zhao, made Wu Hao feel alarm bells ringing in his heart.

"We have a good relationship, so we can't change clothes." Zhou Ye took the autopsy report from Wu Hao's hand, "What did you find?"

Wu Hao handed Zhou Ye and Rong Zhao a set of surgical gowns, and led them into the autopsy room.

Lu Hairong's dissected corpse has been stitched up. He is lying on the table with his eyes closed, his skin color is grayish gray.

Zhou Ye glanced at the pile of clothes beside the dissecting table, then turned to Rong Zhao and said, "You didn't see it in the hospital, but Lu Hairong was wearing this white coat when he died, holding a stethoscope tightly in his hand. "

Wu Hao grabbed Lu Hairong's hand and pointed to the cyan color on it: "It took two of us to forcefully take the stethoscope from his hand, and almost broke the bones."

From Lu Hairong's state before and after his death, it can be seen that he was very bitter about his failure to take the college entrance examination, enter the medical school, and become a doctor.

And the root of all this can be traced back to what happened the night before the college entrance examination.

Wu Hao opened Lu Hairong's left hand

Coming out of the dissecting room, Zhou Ye turned around and called Bai Xudong: "How about the suspicious calls and Internet IDs in Lu Hairong's mobile phone and social accounts?"

Bai Xudong replied on the phone: "The situation is not optimistic. Through investigation, these people are not suspected of collaborating with Lu Hairong to commit crimes."

If two people want to reach a consensus and cooperate, communication is unavoidable. Apart from telephone and the Internet, there is only the last way of communication, face-to-face.

Zhou Ye held his mobile phone and said to Bai Xudong: "Let the suspicion be locked in Lu Hairong's real life circle, where he lived on Shilian Road, where he worked, the Second People's Hospital, the funeral parlor, and on the way to and from get off work. Three victims disappeared. Before and after, who did he mainly contact with?"

Bai Xudong: "Yes, Ah Choo--"

Zhou Ye: "Why do you have a cold? Don't stay up too late today. Take some medicine and ask your sister to give it to you."

Bai Xudong rubbed his stagnant nose: "It's okay, I won't let my sister come, she can talk about dead people."

It wasn't until after nine o'clock in the evening that Zhou Ye and the others got off work and prepared to go home.

Fan Yao waved her hand: "Leave Team Zhou, goodbye Brother Rong."

Bai Xudong was so busy that he didn't have time to take the medicine. He held a whole pack of napkins in his hand, wiped his nose and walked outside. When he saw Zhou Ye standing at the door, he said, "Let's go first."

Zheng Ke and Xiao Qian are discussing going to the snack street behind the Municipal Bureau for supper together: "Are you together, Team Zhou?"

Zhou Ye waved his hands: "You guys go."

When the people were almost gone, Zhou Ye turned around and saw Rong Zhao dawdling on the seat, and asked, "Aren't you leaving?"

Rong Zhao had no choice but to stand up: "Let's go."

Zhou Ye glanced at the door of his office: "Oh, I thought you were going to steal something from my office again while I was away."

Rong Zhao blushed a little after being hit, and walked out of the office: "You think too much."

Zhou Ye walked beside Rong Zhao: "See you off."

Rong Zhao glanced at Zhou Ye indifferently, and said very straightly: "I'm not a woman."

Zhou Ye said in his heart, if you were a girl, I wouldn't give it away.

The two walked out of the gate of the Municipal Bureau, and Rong Zhao waved his hand: "Let's go."

After Rong Zhao left, Zhou Ye stood in place, glanced at the bustling neon lights on the street, and groups of pedestrians talking and laughing, suddenly he didn't know where he should go.

Rong Zhao walked to the intersection, and when he was about to turn a corner, he glanced behind him.

I saw Zhou Ye leaning under the street lamp, smoking a cigarette on his lips, the light stretched his shadow long, and dragged it to the opposite street, connecting with a large shadow.

He was facing the street, and his silhouette looked extremely lonely.

"Why don't you go home?"

Hearing Rong Zhao's voice, Zhou Ye put out his cigarette, raised his eyes and smiled: "I'll go back later, why are you back?"

After speaking, he touched his pocket to confirm that Rong Zhao hadn't stolen his key, and the other party didn't come back to steal his precious high-heeled shoes locked in the drawer.

Rong Zhao often heard people say that Zhou Ye was a poor poor man with no fixed place to live. He hesitated and asked, "Do you have no place to live?"

"How can there be no place to live? How did I tell you last time that you can live in any mansion in Dongyu City, and you can still bring something different every day?" Zhou Ye looked at Rong Zhao and smiled, "Really, I have a place to live."

"It's late, you should go back quickly, don't miss the subway later."

After speaking, he took out another cigarette from his pocket, looked at Rong Zhao, and played with his finger without lighting it.

Rong Zhao glanced at Zhou Ye, and used his eyes to despise his bad habit of bragging and not writing drafts, and he could vaguely hear a bit of sadness from his words.

Although he didn't say it, Rong Zhao knew very well that if Zhou Ye hadn't been in the ice room today, he might have been frozen to death.

Rong Zhao said in a low voice: "Go to my place today." Then he turned and left.

Zhou Ye hurriedly put away his cigarette and followed: "Really, Rong Rong, it's not that I'm pestering you, you invited me."

Rong Zhao glanced at Zhou Ye indifferently: "It's not an invitation, it's a pity."

"It's all the same," Zhou Ye walked forward in front of Rong Zhao, turned around to face him, walked backwards, pondered for a while and said, "Although your bed is a bit small, don't worry, I'll shrink it, Just take up a little space."

Rong Zhao gave Zhou Ye a cold look: "You think too much."

Zhou Ye: "That's not good, how can I let the master's house lay the floor."

Rong Zhao: "Shut up."

He began to wonder what kind of delusion he had had to associate the word "lonely" with this energy-intensive, shameless person in front of him.