Criminal Investigation Notes

The two prison guards then walked out and closed the door behind them from the outside.

The room fell silent for a moment, only the incandescent light from the top cast down, outlining the silhouette of the man opposite.Su Hui felt that the figure in front of him was blurry, and the two eye sockets were sunken, like a skeleton ghost in hell.

Looking at Su Hui, Song Rongjiang smiled maliciously, his two canine teeth were sharp: "You shouldn't have let them open my handcuffs."

Su Hui raised his head, his eyes were scattered, and he looked at him with some confusion: "Why do you say that?"

"Only the shackles can't trap me." Song Rongjiang smiled. He stuck out his tongue and licked the tiger's teeth. Before I came in, I strangled you, as easily as strangled a bird."

Su Hui catered to him and listened with his right ear. The interrogation room was very quiet. He successfully caught Song Rongjiang's words, and then asked him, "It's like strangling those women?"

Just half a year ago, Song Rongjiang killed at least two women, and they all died after being beaten and choked, with extremely cruel methods.

Su Hui lowered his head and was still sorting out the materials. He said calmly and without fear, "Then you can try it. Men have Adam's apple, so it's more difficult to strangle the neck with your hands."

When Su Hui said this, he took out a recording pen from his schoolbag, and pressed the recording button in front of the man.

He didn't take his words as a death threat, as if he was sincerely offering advice, discussing it politely with him.

Song Rongjiang stared at the thin man in front of him with bloodshot eyes: "Aren't you afraid?"

Ordinary people, facing a murderer who killed several people, would show some emotions, either anger or fear, but he couldn't see anything on Su Hui.

Su Hui answered him, "Even death is nothing to be afraid of. 'After the first loss of life, there will never be another death.'"

The man in front of him is a perverted murderer, vicious, brutal, hysterical, and moody. Su Hui had seen this sentence in the man's relevant information, and copied it on a sticky note.And this sentence is also applicable to Su Hui himself.

He has already died once, and he has no fear of death.

"You have seen what I left behind..." Song Rongjiang was stunned for a moment, his heart moved, and then he nodded, "Yes, they can't sentence me to death again."

Su Hui said again: "I see that you have copied a lot of poems, many of which are about death. I like some of them. For example: death is not invincible."

The man finally closed his smile and looked at the man in front of him: "Dylan Thomas..."

These two poems seemed to shorten the distance between the two of them at once.The strong sense of rejection in Song Rongjiang's body faded involuntarily.

Before becoming a killer, Song Rongjiang was a somewhat literary and sensitive young man in his youth. In his various notebooks and sticky notes, he would copy the poems of famous poets.

Those things have long been integrated into his life and become part of his soul.

"Hello, Song Rongjiang, my name is Su Hui." Su Hui made a simple opening speech, his fingers crossed together, as if chatting with a friend, "I don't know you well enough, so I want to come here to talk to you Let's chat."

Song Rongjiang changed from leaning sideways to sitting upright, and finally agreed to talk to him: "Interesting, I have been locked up here for several months, and my parents have never been here. You are the first person to see me. Tell me , who are you? What do you do, reporter? Police? Lawyer? What do you want to do here?"

Su Hui hadn't started asking him, but he started asking as if checking his household registration.

Su Hui looked at him with those beautiful eyes: "I am a teacher who teaches criminology. I came to you just to chat."

"Teacher? Chat?" Song Rongjiang laughed, and then he was out of breath, "What? Want to educate and reform me before my execution? Then it would be more useful to send a priest or monk."

Su Hui shook his head, then lowered his head, covered his mouth with his hands and coughed a few times: "No, I didn't come here to influence you, but to get to know you. I think your criminal behavior is more typical, so I told the leader Applying, I hope to use you as my research subject for some communication."

There is nothing like meeting a murderer in person to get to know him.

Today's meeting was stamped by the police, the prison and the School of Criminology.

The police and the supervisor quickly approved it. On the contrary, it was inside the academy. Su Hui wasted some time in order to go through the process. Now there is still half a month before the man's execution, which means that he has at most two more chance to meet him.

He must fully understand the man in front of him in this short period of time.

"Research object?" Song Rongjiang stared at Su Hui, and sneered contemptuously again. He felt that he was being treated as a guinea pig. "I'm a dying person. Why do you think I will cooperate with you?"

Those things all existed in his mind, whether it was torture to extract a confession or sweet talk, they couldn't be asked.He looked at the handsome young man in front of him, wondering where his confidence came from.

Su Hui answered irrelevantly and asked: "I have read various case materials and related news reports of yours before, as well as the statements recorded by the police, and the court records..."

Song Rongjiang said with resistance: "Then you just read those. It's written in great detail. I've confessed everything. There's nothing to talk about now."

Su Hui didn't speak, he spread out the newspapers one by one and showed them in front of the man. On each newspaper, there were shocking titles written.

"A Woman Killed in Huadu"

"Pervert Killer Kills Two Women in a row"

"Another Missing Girl in Huadu, Suspected Murderer Committed Again"

"Taxi Killer Song Rongjiang Finally Arrested"

"Huadu Taxi Killer Driver Sentenced to Death at First Instance"

"Song Rongjiang will be executed in one month"

The newspapers were sorted out by Su Hui a long time ago, and they were lined up in chronological order. Song Rongjiang picked up the newspapers, his eyes lowered, and he scanned the words. He swallowed unconsciously, and his hands trembled slightly. Not out of remorse, but out of excitement.

Song Rongjiang didn't pay any attention to these newspapers at first.

Once he came across a news report about his crime, and then he felt a completely different feeling.Reading those reports, he seemed to get double the pleasure. From then on, he began to consciously search his own news and check other people's evaluation of his behavior.

Every paragraph of the report above, and the description of his crime process, revisited it, made him tremble with excitement.

Song Rongjiang had read the first few copies carefully before, and he had also cut them out and collected them. He was so familiar with those reports that he could almost recite them by heart.

Su Hui waited quietly for Song Rongjiang to watch the news reports. He couldn't see his expression clearly, but he could tell that Song Rongjiang was watching them attentively.

Song Rongjiang looked up for a while and said: "So they wrote it like this..." He frowned, "But..."

"However, you think they haven't written enough, it's short, the layout is small, and there are deviations..." Su Hui mercilessly exposed Song Rongjiang's inner thoughts.

The last report was yesterday's latest rule of law newspaper. It had only a few lines about Song Rongjiang's matter, mentioning that he would be sentenced to death and that the missing girl Pei Weiwei was still being searched for.

The media is so fond of forgetting and chasing traffic, whether it is for idol singers or these perverted killers, it is the same.

Su Hui pointed out Song Rongjiang's desire again: "You want a bigger layout and more attention."

Song Rongjiang did not speak after hearing what he said.That was the vanity he still had even though he was in prison.

He has been mediocre all his life, but he is not willing to be mediocre. He never thought that he would become famous for killing people in the end, but it is a pity that he is notorious.

Then Song Rongjiang saw a stack of photos on the side, which were taken by the police at the scene of the body dumping. He reached out his hand, wanting to take the photos and examine them carefully.

Su Hui remained motionless, and stretched out his hand to press the photo: "Cooperate with me, I can say hello to the prison guards, and leave you a physical ID photo."

Song Rongjiang wanted those photos, which were the medium for him to "reminisce" about his crimes.He withdrew his hand and looked at Su Hui, as if he was still hesitating for the last time, then he crossed his arms: "What exactly do you want to talk about?"

"Talk about your story and your growth experience. You are a serial killer. Studying you is very representative and has far-reaching significance to criminology." Su Hui stated indifferently and indifferently, "As far as I know so far According to the information you have, your confession is not very detailed, and the people who wrote these reports do not understand your behavior and inner world."

Song Rongjiang smiled silently, without denying it, he lowered his head and played with the recording pen Su Hui put on the table.

Su Hui's eyes were serious, and his slightly scattered eyes seemed to have the magic power to deceive people. He said softly: "They haven't touched the real you at all. If you die right now, I think it will be a pity for you Bar."

"Touch my heart?" After saying this, Song Rongjiang seemed to be a little interested, "Then do you think you can do it?"

Su Hui nodded: "I want to give it a try, I will write you into my thesis, analyze and study your behavior, and let more people know about you..."

It also makes more people beware of these beasts.

He needs to explore the dark land where the light has not yet shined through the dialogue with the murderer.

Song Rongjiang raised his chin: "If you can get me a pack of cigarettes, then I can have a chat with you."

This was already in his expectation, Su Hui lowered his head and smiled lightly, a charming look appeared on his calm and delicate face.

The author has something to say: death is not invincible. ——Death is not everything, Dylan Thomas

After the first loss of life, there is never another death. --Dylan Thomas, "Refused to Mourn the Children Who Died in the Great Fire of London"