Seeing the crime scene flashbacks made me the darling of the police station.

Chapter 62 The Third Person is Murdered
In the conference room of the Municipal Bureau.

After Yan Cheng finished speaking in his autopsy report, Su Miaoyi suddenly hissed and gasped.

Everyone looked at her.

Su Miaoyi was still holding the photo in her hand, maintaining the posture of looking down at the photo.

Chu Xingrou sat next to her and could clearly feel that her breathing suddenly became a little rapid.

Zhuang Yanzheng outlined the direction of the subsequent investigation and then told everyone to go about their own business.

Su Miaoyi remained seated without moving.

Chu Xingrou asked, "Sister Miaomiao, are you alright?"

"It's alright," Su Miaoyi said. "You go ahead and get busy."

Chu Xingrou didn't say anything more and left the conference room.

Soon, only Su Miaoyi, Zhuang Yanzheng, and Yan Cheng remained in the conference room.

Su Miaoyi sent a message to Lu Zhishen, asking him not to leave work yet.

"Did you see something?" Zhuang Yanzheng asked.

Su Miaoyi nodded, pointed to the two photos in her hand, and said, "I saw these two people and another boy pushing down a pregnant woman."

Zhuang Yanzheng and Yan Cheng exchanged a glance.

“They were all wearing school uniforms at the time, with ‘Jinghai No. 2 Middle School’ written on them,” Su Miaoyi said. “They looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old.”

"Did he say anything?" Zhuang Yanzheng asked.

“No,” Su Miaoyi said. “The woman fell to the ground belly first. When she turned her head, she saw three boys laughing, and then the three boys ran away.”

Zhuang Yanzheng's eyes narrowed slightly.

Yan Cheng frowned.

“That’s all I saw,” Su Miaoyi said. “I can’t confirm the woman’s identity. She might be a teacher.”

"If he was fifteen or sixteen, that was twelve or thirteen years ago," Yan Cheng said.

“I can find Zheng Bin and Han Longyu’s school information.” Zhuang Yanzheng raised his hand to check the time. “They should be having evening self-study at their high school. I’ll contact their principal and go to the school to ask.”

Su Miaoyi said, "I'm going to find Lu Zhishen."

"I'll go to the forensic center to see if there are any new discoveries," Yan Cheng said.

"Draw a portrait of the third boy first, and send someone over as soon as you find him," Zhuang Yanzheng said. "I'll see if I can get any information from the school, and also have someone call Zheng Bin's parents to ask again. We'll also go to the hospital to see if Han Longyu's parents can say anything."

"Okay," Su Miaoyi replied.

If it really is related to what happened back then, then this third person is in great danger now.

The three of them split up and acted immediately.

Su Miaoyi is in her art studio.

It describes the appearance of the third boy.

Lu Zhishen quickly drew it.

However, more than ten years have passed, and the boy has grown up.

So based on what he looked like at fifteen or sixteen, he drew his current appearance.

After drawing it, I immediately matched its appearance with the system.

Feng Tao, male, 28 years old.

The police quickly sent people to the address Feng Tao had registered and also tried to contact him by phone, but they were unable to reach him.

After Lu Zhishen shared the information with Zhuang Yanzheng, Su Miaoyi and he began drawing a portrait of the teacher who had called the female teacher for emergency help.

Things didn't go very smoothly for Zhuang Yanzheng. The school had deliberately kept the matter a secret back then and erased all traces of it.

Over the past ten years, the school has changed principals twice.

You can't get anything out of the principal.

Therefore, Zhuang Yanzheng investigated Han Longyu, Zheng Bin, and Feng Tao from the school system, as well as the teachers in the class over the past three years.

Neither the homeroom teacher nor the subject teachers were pregnant back then.

There was no change of teachers midway through the course.

What Su Miaoyi saw was not false.

That leaves only one possibility: the school's information has been altered.

Zhuang Yanzheng found the principal's information from back then.

I'm retired now.

The person is not in Jinghai.

The phone number left is no longer in service.

High school students are having evening self-study sessions.

Only teachers are on duty in the classroom.

Fortunately, two of them were Zheng Bin's former students. Zhuang Yanzheng went to ask them, but didn't get any information.

After leaving the school, Zhuang Yanzheng received a call from Chu Xingrou.

At the hospital, Han Longyu's parents were not in good condition, and the doctor advised against upsetting them, so no one asked.

When Zheng Bin's parents called to ask, they both said they knew nothing. But you could tell they were a little nervous on the phone when asked about what happened back then, and they still insisted they knew nothing.

The two will arrive in Jinghai tomorrow.

After hanging up the phone, Zhuang Yanzheng drove back to the Municipal Bureau.

When we arrived at the municipal bureau, the portrait of the teacher who made the emergency call had already been drawn and was being matched in the system.

Meanwhile, bad news came from the people who went to Feng Tao's address.

The body was found at Feng Tao's residence; it had already begun to decompose.

Zhuang Yanzheng called Yan Cheng and Su Miaoyi, and together with people and tools, they immediately went to the scene.

Upon arriving at the scene, even with masks on, the smell of decomposing corpses was noticeable as soon as one entered the doorway.

The police officer who came to find Feng Tao first said, "When we went upstairs, we ran into Feng Tao's parents. They said they hadn't been able to contact Feng Tao for the past two days, so they thought they'd come and check on him. They opened the door for him. After they came in and saw what was happening inside, they both fainted and were taken away by ambulance."

Zhuang Yanzheng nodded and went into the master bedroom.

The body was on the bed in the master bedroom.

There are no mascot costumes.

However, it was the same dismemberment method.

After the body was dismembered, the cuts were sewn back together with fine thread.

On the wall above the headboard, the words "incompetent" were written in large characters.

After entering the bedroom, everyone first looked at the body, and then they all looked at the two large characters on the wall.

Two large red characters.

A silent provocation, humiliation, and ridicule.

Zhuang Yanzheng stared at it for a few seconds and said, "Get to work."

Everyone disperse immediately.

Yan Cheng took his assistant to the autopsy, while Zhuang Yanzheng and Su Miaoyi first went to look at the words on the wall.

It was sprayed on with red paint.

It looks like it's been a while.

And that small bottle of spray paint was on the bedside table.

Su Miaoyi checked it and found no fingerprints.

“I feel that this murderer hates the police very much,” Su Miaoyi said. “After killing someone, he could have had better ways to hide the body, but he almost always put the body in a conspicuous place, waiting to be discovered, which is more like a provocation.”

She looked at Zhuang Yanzheng as she spoke.

Zhuang Yanzheng naturally understood what she meant.

More than a decade ago, there may have been a wrongful conviction, which was related to the police station.

"The preliminary assessment of the time of death is more than two weeks," Yan Cheng said.

"Go to the property management office and retrieve the surveillance footage from the entrance of the community and the apartment buildings, from the last two weeks or so. Copy it all back," Zhuang Yanzheng said to the police officer next to him.

Su Miaoyi glanced again at the charging cable on the bedside table.

The charging cable is still in the socket, but the phone is nowhere to be found.

She looked for it but couldn't find it, so she went to check the living room.

No signs of a struggle were found.

How could a grown and healthy man not fight back when an intruder breaks in?

Su Miaoyi went to look at the door again.

There were no signs of damage.

However, there is a latch on the door.

There used to be a video doorbell in that spot outside, but it has been removed.

She touched it with her hand.

Suddenly, an image flashed before my eyes of the deliveryman pricking my neck with a syringe.

The scene moves very quickly.

It was almost a fleeting moment.

Su Miaoyi stood at the door and looked around.

The scene you see is this doorway.

The murderer was posing as a deliveryman.

(End of this chapter)