Wanderer

The minute hand of the clock on the wall moved half a full circle before Wen Hai carefully took his hand out of Bai Yunqi's hand, looked at the person on the bed who was still frowning in his dream, and frowned along with him.

He had originally received a call from the police center in the middle of the night asking for the police to go to his room to get his clothes, and when he went to open the closet in the dark, he heard the movement on the bed. As soon as he realized that Bai Yunqi was trapped, he started to go crazy .Bai Yunqi slapped him twice in the struggle. He was worried that the parry would frighten the man trapped in the nightmare, so he insisted on slapping him without dodging. His two slaps with full strength made his cheeks burn. Tinnitus.

... The good guy on the bed had the nerve to say "don't hit him".

Judging from the positions of the two of them alone, Wen Hai is undoubtedly condescending. From his perspective, Bai Yunqi curled up on the bed is fragile and humble, like a little puppy that has been abandoned for a long time, howling in vain Don't let any living thing come close to hurt yourself.

Wen Hai felt very uncomfortable. After getting along for so many months, Bai Yunqi subtly took a place in his life. The two lived in the same room, facing each other day and night, and the inexplicable sense of familiarity would occasionally make Wen Hai feel strange. There is an illusion of "it has been like this for a long time", as if Bai Yunqi has lived in this old house since he was a child, and he has also participated in the other party's entire life.

And this incident reminded Wen Hai that this child had suffered a lot during the 18 years that he didn't know about.

damn it.He gently tucked the quilt for Bai Yunqi while scolding his mother expressionlessly in his heart, "This child is so good that he has been holding a lantern for 800 years and has not been found anywhere. Why should I work so hard to raise the pampered person first?" Let you bastards waste all these years?!"

The mobile phone in his pocket vibrated a few times at the right time and at the wrong time, knocking Wen Hai's loose rationality back into the foundation.He breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the screen. It was Chai Fanwen, who had already arrived at the scene, asking why he didn't come, and whether the car broke down. He added a sentence at the end of the text message, saying that it was a murder case—meaning you didn't come. You have to come, even if you don’t have a car, you have to climb over.

As long as Bai Yunqi didn't dream, he would feel light, and he would wake up with the slightest movement. He just squirmed a few times in the bed, and Wen Hai gently embraced his shoulders. He asked in a daze, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Wen Hai knelt on the bed awkwardly, patted Bai Yunqi's back like coaxing a baby, "Go to sleep, it's still early." After a pause for a few seconds, he added worriedly: "I'll go out for a while." Come on, come back before noon."

"Yeah." Bai Yunqi didn't know if he listened, but he nodded happily anyway, not at all the embarrassment he had been pestering Wen Hai to prevent him from leaving half an hour ago.

Wen Hai stroked his spine several times, took a set of clothes, got up and left the bedroom softly.

Chai Fanwen stood in the early morning cold, every forehead and crow's feet were stained with strong resentment, behind him a group of trainee police officers who came to practice chattered and discussed the case, Qi Jun was still a dead face, his aura and surrounding temperature were integrated , self-servingly took his assistants for an autopsy, and expressed the idea of ​​"everything other than private, all staff are garbage" with actions.

Looking through the autumn water, Uncle Wen, who came out after a long wait, finally parked the car outside the cordon, got out of the car, pulled the yellow line and walked in quickly, and said coldly: "Let's go, let's see the scene." After finishing speaking Regardless of whether Chai Fanwen followed or not, he walked into the unit building at the scene of the crime.

Although this person's cold face and quick movements are as usual, Chai Fanwen, who has been working with him for more than two years, feels pent-up anger, and can't help being curious: A workaholic like Wen Hai will never mind a case at night—— He wished he could just sleep in the office. If he was angry after waking up, it would have passed within an hour. What's more, Wen Hai basically abandoned all emotions and desires. If he hadn't accumulated emotions to a certain extent, he would never have shown them... Then What made Wen Hai lose his temper at three or four in the morning?

Chai Fanwen chased after him three steps at a time and explained the circumstances of the case concisely. The deceased was a girl who had just graduated from university and was looking for a job. The house had just been rented for a few days. Suddenly saw a person hanging on the window sill on the second floor of the community building, and was so frightened that he immediately sat down on the ground, trembling for a long time, and called 110 to call the police.

Wen Hai: "...hanging on the window sill?"

"Yes, hanging, with the upper body leaning out and the lower body against the wall." Chai Fanwen raised his arms forward, rolled his eyes and stuck out his tongue, "Just like Sadako."

"Oh." Wen Hai nodded, and continued to look at the photos of the scene.

"The deceased was just 22, and he looked good... Oh, he was wearing his own pajamas, neatly dressed, and he was not sexually assaulted." When the two walked to the voice-activated lights in the corridor, Chai Fanwen saw Wen Hai's face clearly. Dumbfounded for a while, he sneakily scanned the other party up and down, and asked seemingly casually, "Hey, what's wrong with your hand?"

Wen Hai didn't pay attention before, and only found out by the light that half of his left wrist was bruised, and there were a few inconspicuous scratches on the back of his hand. , said softly: "Oh, I didn't notice that I fell."

"..." Chai Fanwen said that he is a criminal policeman, can you respect my professional level and basic IQ?But then he thought about it again, this kind of position and wound... After careful consideration, it is really ambiguous.

In this way, Wen Hai's anger, which had no place to rest, was also explained-it was probably a "good thing" that was disturbed by the police notification when the spring was thick in the middle of the night.

After a brief shock, Chai Fanwen suddenly realized the cruel fact that "even Wen Hai has people on the bed, but he is still a single dog", and he was filled with grief and indignation. Guangdi took a group of newcomers who saw everything new to watch the scene.

Qi Jun was observing the wound on the abdomen of the corpse. He looked up and saw Wen Hai, who was almost four or ten minutes late, and habitually wanted to choke him: "You are blocked when you go to the cemetery in the middle of the night..." The second half of his sentence was deadpan It got stuck in his throat, choked himself, and the soft ruler in his hand almost fell. After a few seconds of delay, he said with a straight face: "The fatal wound is the stab wound on the abdomen. Chang Er Seven centimeters, the depth is about six centimeters, a lot of blood loss before death, died of excessive blood loss, the time of death is about eleven o'clock in the evening...then what..."

Wen Hai was following Qi Jun's train of thought to observe the corpse, when the other party interrupted him, he raised his head in doubt: "What's wrong?"

"Help me get an evidence bag." Qi Jun gestured to the exploration box on the left side of Wen Hai.

Wen Hai said "oh", picked up the evidence bag and handed it over, lowered his head and continued to observe the corpse, and asked, "Are you sure you haven't been sexually assaulted?"

"It's certain." Qi Jun's eyes slid from Wen Hai's wrist to the corpse again, pointing to the finger marks on the neck of the deceased, "Basically there are no signs of struggle or struggle."

"Then if it wasn't for the murderer's absolute superiority, it's very likely that an acquaintance committed the crime." Wen Hai took a few steps back, observed the direction of the overall bloodstain, simulated the scene in his mind, and walked to the largest bloodstain, "First, The deceased was killed here, barely struggled, the murderer was killed with one blow, and then the murderer left... Yes, after the murderer left, the deceased woke up shortly after and tried to call for help. This location is far from the door, so she chose a very close one Judging from the direction of the blood stains on the balcony, she climbed all the way, although she tried to open the window to ask for help, but in the end she lost too much blood..."

"There are blood scabs around the wound of the deceased, and there are also secondary tear wounds. I speculate that when the deceased crawled and tried to ask for help, he aggravated his injury, which eventually led to excessive blood loss." Qi Jun added.

Chai Fanwen frowned: "You mean if she's lying there peacefully, maybe she's fine?"

"Who can say for sure about this kind of thing?" Qi Jun laughed without warmth, "People are confused when they lose too much blood, and they don't think too much about the actions they make based on their survival instincts. If they are lucky, she Passing by a pedestrian downstairs, maybe she can be saved by doing this. But maybe the deceased is lying here alone and no one finds out, and he will die in the end.”

A criminal policeman whispered, "God's will tricks people."

Wen Hai squatted on the ground, wiped the blood that had started to turn black with his gloved hand, rubbed his fingers, and remained silent for nearly half a minute before continuing: "The murderer is very scared and anxious."

Chai Fanwen was stunned for a moment: "You mean the murderer is very scared?"

"He almost didn't deal with the scene at all, and he didn't even have time to confirm whether the deceased was dead. Look at this footprint..." Wen Hai pointed to half of the bloody footprint. I tried to erase the footprints, but still left a lot of traces, the murderer was not only passionate, but also inexperienced."

"At dawn, I went to investigate the deceased's interpersonal relationship." Chai Fanwen agreed with Wen Hai's statement, "I found a pair of footprints next to the sofa, men's shoes of size 43, but look at the depth of the footprints..." He gestured After a while, "The left foot is very deep, and the right foot is almost gone. I speculate that the murderer may be lame."

Qi Jun then said: "Then it can explain why the deceased was so careless. The sympathy of ordinary people for the disabled will offset part of the tension and vigilance, so the girl is completely unprepared when the murderer strikes."

Chai Fanwen: "I've already asked the sanitation worker, and contacted the surveillance video, but this is an old residential building, and the video at the street entrance is of little value. What else do you need?"

Wen Hai shook his head, "I don't have any more, find a few people to check for possible traces again, and the rest go back to the bureau to watch the video, and I will drive my own car." Went downstairs.

"Hey, you guys, don't watch it, you will have the opportunity to admire the demeanor of the great god..." Chai Fanwen was both worried and worried, "help clean up the scene and deal with the aftermath. Xiaofeng, you follow Brother Tang to get the video, and the rest People follow me... they all look at what I do, don't they know how to work?"

A group of people scattered like birds and beasts, and cleaned up the scene in a mess. A policewoman who was familiar with Chai Fanwen took the opportunity to ask: "Brother Chai, Brother Wen has a date?"

Chai Fanwen was heartbroken by this, silently swallowed a mouthful of blood after hearing this, and said: "I haven't heard him say that, maybe, he's not too old."

"Oh, he has a bad temper." The policewoman gestured, "I see that Brother Wen still has fingerprints on his face..."

"Well, probably." Chai Fanwen couldn't gossip about Wen Hai, but it was the most reasonable guess at the moment, so he could only perfunctory without making a positive response.

The policewoman rejoiced and said happily: "My boyfriend is still sensible. He heard that I went to the police in the early morning and said that he would bring me breakfast in the morning."

Chai. No one loves no one loves. Single dog. Fan Wen: "..."

Several people were busy preparing for the aftermath and preparing to return to the police station. Qi Jun, who was elusive, slid up behind Chai Fanwen with a lingering step, and said quietly, "Wen Hai really didn't tell you whether he has a date?"

Chai Fanwen only felt a chill behind his back, and a breath of mortuary swept over him, tremblingly said: "Director Qi, it's not that you don't understand Wen Hai's temper, don't tell me whether he tells me about his relationship, he Can the dog temper be handed over to someone?"

Qi Jun nodded in agreement, then sneered, "Then what happened to his wrist?"

Chai Fanwenxin said that the injury appraisal is not your business. Do you have the ability to investigate by yourself, and said: "Wen Hai said that he fell." He deliberately emphasized that it was "Wen Hai said" and picked himself out.

"Well, that's it, then I'll go get some medicine for him later." Qi Jun nodded and chuckled, "Go back and contact the family first, I'll go directly to the forensic center later."

Chai Fanwen shuddered again as he watched his back strolling in the courtyard.

"It's really promising." Qi Jun muttered to himself after everyone had left, and he couldn't help laughing alone in the empty parking lot.

What kind of shit "falls down", Qi Jun has been a forensic doctor for more than 20 years, and he can tell at a glance what happened to the slap marks on Wen Hai's face and the bruises on his wrists——

In fact, it's nothing, but it was made by a man... Well, it took a lot of strength.

It's too big to stay.