Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

After the meeting, everyone went back to their places.

Chen Zeyang was responsible for continuing to investigate the family situation of the victim Zhao Qian, Han Yang was responsible for obtaining nearby surveillance videos, and Shang Siwen was organizing the confessions of the reporter and the first discoverer.

Shang Siwen flipped through the pages of records on the computer and sighed: "It's useless. No one on the entire construction site knew who Zhao Qian was. To them, a strange corpse suddenly appeared in the undeveloped wasteland. , It’s simply a sudden disaster.”

"No, it's said that a high-end community was originally going to be built on that wasteland. I see, unless we can stop everyone's mouths, the developers will cry to death." Han Yang looked at the pitifully small The surveillance footage is too much to bear.

He threw the mouse forward casually and lay down on the slightly rebounding chair as if giving up.

"What are you doing?" Shang Siwen looked at him sideways, "Work quickly, don't be lazy."

"Why am I being lazy? See for yourself. Is it necessary to see this amount and this distance?"

Even if the number is small, the location with surveillance video is still [-] feet away from the crime scene.

"There's nothing we can do about it. I heard that area has just been developed."

"Shit." Han Yang said: "The Anyang Academy across the road has been under construction for two years. Isn't it long enough? I'm surprised. There is no need to install cameras at the construction site?"

Shang Siwen glanced at Han Yang's computer and said, "It's safe. There are a few places there. It's a pity that the crime scene was in the wasteland opposite. You wouldn't let someone install a camera in a wasteland where the garbage has not been cleared, right?" .”

Are you afraid that all the garbage on the ground will be lost overnight?

Han Yang tilted his head weakly and looked through the gap between his and Shang Siwen's workstations to see Chen Zeyang, who was working hard on the opposite side.

"You look very busy, give me some."

Chen Zeyang was so focused that he didn't even think Han Yang was talking to him.

"Hey, I'm calling you! Chen Zeyang."

"Ah?" Chen Zeyang stretched his neck, "What's wrong?"

"I said, what are you busy with? Give me some so I can be busy too."

"Still checking Zhao Qian's home address."

"Do you have his ID card?"

Chen Zeyang held up a piece of A4 paper and said, "The copy sent to me by the police station."

Han Yang stood up, walked to Chen Zeyang, and sighed: "This police station is okay. I still have a copy of the minor dispute three years ago."

As he said that, he picked up the copy and was suddenly startled, "Dashan Village... Zhao Qian is from Dashan Village?!"

"That's right." Seeing Han Yang's abnormality, Chen Zeyang also stood up and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Huachen Community is a resettlement housing, and more than half of the residents there were once residents of Dashan Village."

Chen Zeyang opened his mouth in surprise, "So, Zhao Qian's home is most likely in the community south of the wasteland!"

Han Yang nodded, "That's right."

"Then, there were so many people watching that day, why didn't anyone recognize him?"

"You don't even think about how far apart the cordon was at that time. Even if someone could see clearly and knew Zhao Qian, what has become of that person. Unless he is a close relative, even if he is a neighbor across the door, I dare not recognize him .”

"Okay, I get it." After saying that, Chen Zeyang picked up the coat hanging on the back of the chair and ran out.

When Han Yang saw this, he quickly stopped him, "What are you doing!"

"Tell Captain He to go to Huachen Community."

"Take me one!"

He didn't want to watch those useless surveillance cameras doing nothing anymore.

Han Yang turned around and ran to the work station, pulled his coat and said, "You go find Captain He, I'll wait for you in the car."

Unexpectedly, the investigation went smoothly.

The two arrived at the main entrance of Huachen Community and asked Zhao Qian's address from the first resident they met sitting together.

"Building 3, Unit 6, 402." Han Yang looked at the address written down on his hand, "I didn't expect that this Zhao Qian is still a famous figure."

Thinking back to just now, as soon as they said Zhao Qian's name, someone pointed out the building where his home was located, so fast that it seemed like he was talking about his own address.

Some people even asked them if they were introduced here by others because they were doing errands at home.

Chen Zeyang and the two walked to Unit 3, Building 6, Unit 402. After he and Han Yang looked at each other, he raised his hand and knocked on the cold steel door panel.

After a while, a response came from the room.

"Who?"

"police."

Chen Zeyang took out his ID and held it up to the cat's eye.

After a moment of silence, the door opened with a click.

There was a middle-aged woman in her fifties standing in front of the door.

She looked at the two visiting policemen with dark eyes, "What happened to him again?"

Chen Zeyang did not answer her question, but instead said, "Can we go in and talk?"

The woman nodded slowly, as if she knew very well that she had no right to refuse.

After sitting down, Chen Zeyang got straight to the point, "Does Zhao Qian live here?"

"Yes."

"Then your relationship is..."

"He's my husband."

The woman had kept her head down since she opened the door. She didn't seem worried about her husband, who had not been home for nearly two days.

"How long has it been since Zhao Qian came home?"

"If I don't come back today, it will be two days."

"Did he contact you during this period?"

"No."

"You don't worry."

"Nothing to worry about. He went to work."

Chen Zeyang took out his notebook and asked, "Have you ever had the experience of not going home for a few days at your previous job?"

The woman thought for a while and said, "There was one time, but he only didn't come back for one night. He didn't like to take jobs that were too far away, and he didn't like to stay away from home like he was on a business trip."

The woman raised her eyes and saw Chen Zeyang writing something in a note.

Finally, she couldn't help it and asked again: "Did something happen to him?"

Chen Zeyang stopped writing in his hand, raised his head and looked into the woman's slightly older eyes, and said comfortingly: "I can tell you what happened to Zhao Qian, but before that, I hope you will stay calm no matter what you hear."

Hearing what the police said, the woman suddenly became nervous. She clutched the fabric on her knees with both hands, her shoulders shaking slightly: "What happened to him?"

"This morning, the body of your husband, Zhao Qian, was found in the wasteland north of Huachen Community."

"What..." The woman tilted her head, as if she didn't hear Chen Zeyang's words clearly, "What did you say, he is dead?"

"Yes."

"Could it be that you made a mistake? How can I prove that it's him?"

Han Yang was different from Chen Zeyang's patience and gentleness. He said bluntly: "Three years ago, outside Fuze Cemetery, Zhao Qian had an argument with someone and was taken to the Anxiang Road Police Station. There, he left his fingerprints. After comparison, it was confirmed That’s correct. If you don’t believe it, you can go back with us now and go to the Public Security Bureau to identify the body.”