Criminal Investigation Notes

poet.

A romantic profession.

In the history of mankind, there have been many excellent poets, and some poets are also great philosophers, thinkers, and writers.

Before the emergence of the discipline of criminal psychology, Western poets began to explore related themes in the form of poetry.

From Aristotle and Dante at the beginning, to Shakespeare, Goethe, Shelley and Dickinson later, these great poets kept writing with their pens...

Evil is the eternal theme in their works, life and death, love and hate, crime and punishment, sacrifice and revenge, light and darkness, law and order.

Poets are sensitive and intelligent. They use their unique perspective to experience the world, integrate their understanding of good and evil into words, and turn them into widely circulated works of art...

On a summer afternoon in Huadu, Su Hui sat in the rickety car and seized the time to read the materials in his hand.

His eyes fell on a photo of a sticky note. The information was not very clear, and Su Hui's eyesight was poor. It took him some effort to make out a line of small handwritten words on the sticky note—"I could have tolerated the darkness." , if I had never seen the sun, yet the sun has made my desolation a new desolation."

This sentence comes from the famous American poetess Dickinson's work - "If I Have Never Seen the Sun".

The car body swayed suddenly and made a clicking sound, and then the driver stepped on the accelerator.Su Hui regained his thoughts, turned his eyes from the documents in his hand to the inside of the car, and the bus started to go up the mountain. For safety's sake, he put away the documents.

"Are there any stops at the next three stops? Those who don't stop go directly to Baihu Mountain." The driver of the car yelled loudly.

All the people in the car agreed tacitly and no one answered. The people who came here by car basically went to Baihu Mountain, and the few stops in the middle were useless.

The driver said: "Okay!" Then he accelerated and almost threw the bag in Su Hui's hand.

Su Hui hasn't driven for a long time, and his eyesight has basically bid farewell to the driver's seat.

He originally wanted to take a taxi, but the driver didn't want to come when he heard that it was Baihushan. This place is far away from the city center, and the driver didn't have time to wait at the gate, and he might run out of orders when he returned, so he didn't want to pick it up.

Another reason is that those people feel unlucky and unsafe.

After all, this is a place where prisoners are held.

It contains devils who have committed various crimes, and although they are now put in a cage, they are still frightening.

Su Hui hesitated for a while, but in the end, he still chose to take the bus.

Nowadays, the bus drives very fast. The driver is used to this road. He never slows down on the edge of the steep cliff, and makes a sharp turn from time to time. Break through the window anytime.

The tires rubbed against the road, and occasionally an oncoming car rubbed against their car, making a swishing sound.The driver was extremely calm, but the passengers broke out in a cold sweat.

People's heartbeats have not yet calmed down, and there is another sharper detour ahead.

Su Hui sat in the back row of the car, feeling a little motion sick. He clenched the armrest in front of him with his fingers until his knuckles turned white.

Su Hui tried his best to maintain the balance of his body, his chest was very tight, he coughed a few times in a low voice, the car shook so much that he felt as if his soul and internal organs were going to be thrown out of his body.

Su Hui has long been used to not being able to see things in front of him clearly. This situation was exacerbated by motion sickness. Everything seemed to have already fallen apart. It was completely different from the world in the eyes of ordinary people. There were only large areas of gray, and everything was distorted, like Abstract painting by Picasso.

He couldn't hear clearly either, and the occasional conversations in the carriage sounded far away, like the water in a pot was about to boil, gurgling.

The senses were finally separated from the body. Su Hui felt that he was in a glass fish tank filled with water. The fish tank was transparent, and there were no fish in it, only him.

He watched the outside world quietly through the water and glass.

All the people in front of him have become actors, he seems to be watching a TV series, and he is one of them, trying to adapt to his role.

"You are here for the first time?" A voice beside him pulled him back to reality from the fish tank.

Su turned his head to the side and searched for a while, only to notice that the seat next to him by the window was an old aunt.

My aunt is about 50 years old, with curly hair and a slightly fat body. She is obviously very familiar with this journey. There are two bags in front of her belly, one is full of melon seeds, and the other is full of melon seeds. .Sitting on this rickety car, seize the time to kowtow melon seeds.

Su Hui nodded politely: "It's the first time."

The auntie saw that his face was pale, and kindly handed him a plastic bag: "No wonder, it's almost here, bear with it for another 10 minutes." Then she said with melon seeds in her mouth, "It's okay to go up the mountain. You will know when you turn around. The uncomfortable thing is going down the mountain." , just like a roller coaster, the speed is twice as fast as this, very exciting..."

Su couldn't think back that far, he only hoped to get through the present.He thanked his aunt and took the plastic bag and held it tightly in his hand.

The aunt asked him: "Do you want to eat melon seeds?"

Su Hui waved his hand and thanked him again.

The aunt obviously had a good impression of this handsome and polite young man, and asked him, "Did you come to see a friend?"

Su Hui was so dizzy that he couldn't speak, his Adam's apple was rolling, and he couldn't spit it out now, but it would be difficult to speak after a while.

The aunt took his silence as a tacit consent, and continued to chat with him: "I came to see my son. That damn boy hurt someone after drinking. It has been three years, and it will take about four years. He is now You are very active, maybe you can come out sooner, what sentence is the friend you want to see, just sentenced? How long is it?"

Su Hui pursed his lips and finally took a breath, and said, "Death penalty."

Auntie let out an ah, gagged her mouth with melon seeds, and didn't dare to ask any more. She looked at him with sympathy, a little fear, and a little... curiosity.

This is a bus leading to Baihushan Prison in Huadu. Apart from the mountain people, the people on the bus are people who come to visit the prison.

The prison only accepts visitors on the fifth and tenth day of each month, and if you miss it, you cannot visit.

After a journey of three to ten minutes, the car finally stopped in front of several gray and white buildings, and arrived at Baihushan Prison.

The air conditioner in the car was turned on a little low, and as soon as the door was opened, a wave of heat swept in from the outside.

The people in the car got out of the car one after another, and Su Hui walked down, carrying his schoolbag and standing with his scepter for a while, before the dizziness stopped.

Looking at the dust in front of him from a distance, he walked at the end and followed the visitors into the iron gate of the prison.

After passing through a small playground, they entered the office building of the prison. Prison guards were in charge of registering one by one. When it was Su Hui's turn, he asked, "Certificate, have you registered in advance?"

Su Hui slowed down for a while, and he had already regained his usual indifference. He stretched out his hand and handed over the ID card, police officer ID card, various procedures, and the explanatory letter stamped by the college.

The other party took a look, and quickly bowed courteously and said, "Oh, Teacher Su, Jian He specifically told you that you would come. You can come with me."

The little prison guard walked a few steps, then turned back and said, "Actually, you can go down the mountain and make a phone call, and we will drive to pick you up."

Su Hui had already recovered from the motion sickness, waved his hands and smiled gently: "You are also very busy at work, so I don't need to trouble you, it's very convenient to go up the mountain by car."

The prison guard had obviously experienced the roller coaster that way, and after chatting with Su Hui for a few words, he introduced the situation here and led him into the administrative area.

In the prison in the afternoon, it should be time for free activities. There was some noise outside. Su Hui couldn't hear clearly, but could distinguish some chaotic sounds and sharp whistles.

The prison guards led Su Hui to a path that only internal prison guards would take. There were few people here and the building was empty. Su Hui's scepter touched the concrete floor, and there was a slight echo.

He was quickly ushered into an interrogation room with one-sided glass. The prison guard poured him a glass of water and said to him, "We'll bring the man over right away."

Su Hui nodded, put his scepter aside, and then remembered something and asked, "Has anyone else visited him?"

The little prison guard shook his head: "Such a notorious and extremely cruel murderer, probably even relatives can't avoid him. No one has come to see him."

Su Hui asked again: "His parents haven't been here either?"

The prison guard nodded: "He has no father since he was a child, and his mother seems to be sick and can't take care of himself."

Su Hui nodded when he heard this, touched his pocket, realized that he had forgotten something, raised his head and asked, "Can I buy something from you?"

The little prison guard asked, "What does Teacher Su want to buy?"

Su Hui: "Cigarettes and a lighter."

Hearing what he said, the little prison guard took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his pocket, handed them to him and said, "Oh, Mr. Su, why are you being so polite? Supervisor He said he would greet you well. If it's not enough, I'll find you another one." box."

Su replied: "Thank you, this much is enough, I came in a hurry and forgot to buy."

When the prison guard went to take him away, Su Hui put the cigarette and lighter into his schoolbag, and then took out a thick stack of materials from the bag.

Among the materials are some newspapers as well as printed documents, photographs, and photocopied police materials.

Su Hui lowered his head and struggled to identify it.He sorted the materials into different positions on the table in front of him, and there was a name recorded in the file: Song Rongjiang.

This is the purpose of his visit to Baihushan Prison today.

Not long after, the prison guards brought in a man in his 30s from outside. The man's hands and feet were handcuffed. He was obviously a serious criminal.

He is a little thin, with sunken eye sockets, and short hair, but his body is not weak, and the lines of muscles can be seen from the handcuffed arms, like a fast and powerful leopard, and there are still some bruises on his elbows. There was blood, and there were scratches on the side of the neck, which should be caused by a recent fight.

The prison guard pressed the man on the seat opposite Su Hui, and an invisible bloody smell rose in the entire interrogation room.

This is an aura that only serial murderers who have killed many people have.

Su Hui looked up and said, "Open the cuffs."

The prison guard froze for a moment, obviously hesitating: "But..."

Su coughed twice and said, "It's okay, you guys are watching outside, and the handcuffs are still in handcuffs. I just hope he can relax a bit when we talk."

This is the core of the entire prison. Outside the single-sided glass, there are many prison guards with guns guarding there. The prisoners cannot escape. Su Hui hopes that when he is in this room, he can have a calm conversation with the other party.

Only then did the prison guard loosen the handcuffs on the man's hand, and he did not forget to tell him as if facing an enemy: "Be more honest later!"

Song Rongjiang sat sideways on the stool, shaking his wrist, raised his head and looked curiously at the handsome man in front of him...

The author has something to say: Note: "I could have tolerated darkness if I had never seen the sun, but the sun has made my desolation a new desolation."

- Dickinson "If I Never Seeed the Sun".