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Peng Jiashu worked as a delivery boy at a food delivery site on Huancheng Road, Weining City. Ren Erdong called the food delivery site. The boss said that he had called for sick leave and hadn't gone to work for two days.

The action team quickly assembled in the compound, divided into three police cars and drove out of the police compound one after another. Xia Bingyang, the leader, used a walkie-talkie to assign one person to the Huancheng Road station to investigate the situation, and led the rest to Peng Jiashu's residence.

"He lives in the Sun Garden Community on Dafeng Road, and he didn't register the specific building."

Lang Xixi said on the intercom.

Xia Bingyang held the steering wheel with one hand, and rotated the navigation map on the car screen with the other, and said, "There are not many buildings in that dilapidated community. As long as he is still hiding in it, he can be taken out soon."

Ren Erdong asked: "You suspect that he saw something wrong and ran away?"

When the red light came on at the intersection ahead, Xia Bingyang slammed on the brakes and stopped at the edge of the sidewalk. Looking back through the rearview mirror, he grabbed the walkie-talkie and shouted, "Why are you all following me? Are you two in a row and three in a row?" ? All spread out!"

The few police cars that were squeezed into the straight lane immediately dispersed to the right-turn lane, and drove through the intersection with the traffic flow.

Xia Bingyang put down the walkie-talkie and stared at the red light, counting the seconds silently in his heart: "It's possible, but it's unlikely. Now that Director Min is identified as the murderer, he should take it lightly. But he hasn't gone to work for two days, and he can't Exclude this possibility. Has his ID card and bank card been monitored?"

Ren Erdong exchanged a few words with Lang Xixi from the technical team, pressing the Bluetooth headset on his ear, and said: "It's under surveillance, and there is no movement yet."

The long 120-second red light finally passed, and Xia Bingyang rushed across the intersection during the transition from the red light to the green light.

There are a large number of migrant workers living in the Sun Garden Community on Dafeng Road. The community population register was last updated half a year ago. Xia Bingyang took the resident register and threw it away after only a glance. The police officers in command of the action team guarded From the various exits of the community, he led Ren Erdong to find the culture room inside the community.

It is said to be a cultural room, but it is actually a chess and card room, a gathering place for retired old people, idlers and housewives. A place like this is often a "gossip news distribution center" in a community.

Any petty and trivial matters in the family will gather in this kind of place, and then blow to every household with the wind of ears.

A leaflet for rent was posted in the culture room. Xia Bingyang memorized the name of the contact person, and then broadcast the contact number on the leaflet.

The cultural room is not small, with seven or eight mahjong tables inside and out, and there are more than [-] people standing and sitting.

Xia Bingyang stood at the door and glanced in, listening to the phone that was dialing.

Soon, he saw a chubby woman over forty years old sitting at the mahjong table in the corner holding a mahjong tile with one hand and answering the phone with the other, with a loud voice: "Hello?"

Xia Bingyang hung up the phone and walked towards her, took out his police officer ID and waved it in front of her, and asked, "Ms. Liu Chunhua?"

The woman's black eyes squinted at him, and continued to draw cards: "Yes."

"Ask you about someone."

Xia Bingyang found a photo of Peng Jiashu on her mobile phone and put it in front of her eyes: "Did this person rent your house?"

The order in the cultural room was not disturbed by the intrusion of two policemen. Everyone was yelling to themselves, and it was noisier than the vegetable market.

The woman pushed Xia Bingyang's phone aside impatiently, "I've never seen it before, ah, ah, red, I'm confused!"

Seeing this, Xia Bingyang stepped on the edge of the mahjong table and stomped it down vigorously. The mahjong table fell to the ground with a thud, and the mahjong fell to the ground with a clatter.

The cultural room was suddenly quiet. Everyone was looking in this direction. A few warm-hearted men thought that someone was making trouble, and stood up to intervene.

Ren Erdong hurriedly took out his police officer ID and waved it around: "It's all right, all right, the police are investigating the case."

Several people sat down.

Xia Bingyang pressed the back of the woman's chair, bent down and put the phone in front of her again and said, "Look clearly, have you seen this person?"

She was a little timid, blinked her eyes and looked at the photo seriously: "No, he didn't rent my house."

Xia Bingyang handed the mobile phone to Ren Erdong, asked him to hold the mobile phone for the people present to identify, and then asked the woman: "In this community, besides you, who else is renting out the house?"

"That's a lot."

"Do you have their contact information?"

The woman turned her face away, her eyes wandered and she was about to tell a lie when Xia Bingyang said coldly: "I'm from the Public Security Bureau, not the Taxation Bureau. I won't check your taxes today. If you lie to me, it's not certain."

The woman was intimidated by him, and immediately said: "Yes, there is, our landlord has a group, and people usually come to rent houses, and they are posted in it."

As she said that, she took out her mobile phone and opened a WeChat group, and sent the photo Xia Bingyang sent her to the group. Within 10 minutes, Peng Jiashu was recognized.

The woman said: "He currently lives in Unit 7, Unit 201, Building [-]."

Xia Bingyang thanked her carelessly, and then walked out of the culture room with Ren Erdong.

After finding Building No. 201, Xia Bingyang and Ren Erdong went up to the second floor, and saw that there was no security door in Room [-], and a red lacquered wooden door was ajar.

Xia Bingyang stood on the side of the door, gently pushed the door open, and saw that the floor of the one-bedroom house was covered with snack bags and cigarette butts, as if there had been a robbery.

Xia Bingyang walked in, and saw half a cigarette thrown in the ashtray on the coffee table, and the cigarette hadn't been extinguished yet.

His heart sank, he quickly ran into the bedroom and lay down on the wide open window to look down, just in time to see the back of a young man disappearing at the corner of the alley behind the unit building.

Even if he didn't see the man's face, Xia Bingyang immediately identified him as Peng Jiashu, and said angrily: "This grandson has escaped! Dongzi called him back and strangled him to death from both ends!"

Before he finished speaking, the person had already jumped from the window on the second floor.

Ren Erdong quickly went downstairs along the stairs and shouted into the walkie-talkie: "Building No. [-], the suspect has escaped, you block it from the north!"

He shook his arms and ran out of the unit building, driving Xia Bingyang's car to chase south along the alley behind Building No. [-].

The movement of the jeep in the narrow corridor of the residential building was not as smooth as he expected. Bicycles and electric vehicles on both sides of the road almost blocked half of the road. Ren Erdong honked his horn all the way and shouted: "Get out of the way!"

Before the jeep rushed out of the alley, Ren Erdong saw a tall, thin young man wearing only a pair of shorts running past the alley. Xia Bingyang followed closely behind him, less than ten meters away.

Peng Jiashu ran very fast, looking back while running, as if confirming the identity of the man who was chasing after him.

He ran panting and panting, his calves were almost knotted, and when he turned around suddenly, he found that the man behind him was gone.

Still not daring to let go, he took out a key from the pocket of his shorts, raised his leg and straddled a motorcycle parked by the side of the road, and instantly filled up the accelerator, the motorcycle sped forward with a bang Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned a corner, he only caught sight of a figure running towards him from the corner of his eye, and the next moment, someone locked his throat from behind and knocked him to the ground.

The motorcycle that lost the driver rushed straight to the high wall on the side of the road, and the front of the car was smashed into pieces.

Xia Bingyang hugged him and rolled on the ground twice, and when he pulled Peng Jiashu down, he lay behind Peng Jiashu. At this time, Peng Jiashu was still lying on him, and the back of his head was hit hard by the protruding corners of the brick floor. , a sharp stabbing pain traveled along the nerves of the brain to the top of the head, making his eyes instantly black.

Before he could recover, he suddenly felt severe pain in his forearm. Peng Jiashu bit his arm hard and broke his jaw hard.

Xia Bingyang did not expect this insidious trick, and he was really dizzy at this moment, so he let go of his hands and pushed Peng Jiashu out of his arms.

Peng Jiashu got up and continued to run, Xia Bingyang caught up with him and kicked him in the waist before taking two steps.

Xia Bingyang was still dizzy, and even his vision was blurred. With one hand on his forehead, he stared at the blurred figure lying on the ground and said, "Stand up!"

Peng Jiashu got up with support, wiped the nosebleed from his face and wanted to run, but was blocked by Xia Bingyang again, and immediately punched him in the face with a straight punch.

He subconsciously shrank his neck and prepared to be beaten, but Xia Bingyang's fist avoided the important part of his face, and grazed his cheek gently.

He staggered a few steps, and before he could stand still, Xia Bingyang pinched the back of his neck and pushed him against the wall.

Xia Bingyang separated his feet, crossed his left arm and pressed hard on his neck, took off the handcuffs from the armed belt with his right hand and threw it on him: "If you dare to assault the police, believe it or not, I will make you stay in prison for another six years! "

Ren Erdong arrived in his car, looked at the miserable state of Peng's family tree, then at Xia Bingyang's villainous face, and said, "Master Xia is showing mercy, the suspect attacked the police and hasn't beaten him to death yet." .”

He stuffed Peng Jiashu into the back seat, turned around and prepared to support Xia Bingyang: "Are you all right?"

Xia Bingyang pushed his hand away, and reluctantly walked towards the driver's seat of the jeep in a straight line, and hit the rear door after taking two steps. He covered his forehead and said angrily, "If I'm blind, you'll kill this grandson!"

Ren Erdong held back his smile and helped him into the car, saying: "Well, well, well, well, if you are blind in the front, I will be dead in the back."

Back at the police station, Ren Erdong saw that Peng Jiashu was shirtless with minor injuries and nosebleeds, fearing that people would see him and cause trouble, so he took off his coat to cover Peng Jiashu's head, and dragged him to the office. go upstairs.

Xia Bingyang was still dizzy, trying to be brave enough not to be helped, standing under the door, pinching his waist and squinting his eyes, looking at Ren Erdong's double phantom: "Dongzi, why are you carrying a rice dumpling on your shoulder?"

Ren Erdong was walking towards the office building with his arms around Peng Jiashu's shoulders. Hearing this, he looked at Peng Jiashu's head wrapped tightly in a coat: "This is a fucking human head! Are you really blind?"

Xia Bingyang rubbed his eyelids, but still couldn't see clearly, so he hurried to the forensic room to check his eyes.

Ren Erdong took Peng Jiashu upstairs. Considering that Peng Jiashu was disheveled and injured, he was worried that leading Peng Jiashu to the interrogation room would cause unfriendly speculation in this building, so he took Peng Jiashu to the office.

A few minutes later, Xia Bingyang came back, holding an ice pack in his hand and pressing it to his forehead, and wearing sunglasses on his face.

Ren Erdong shouted: "No, are you really blind?"

Xia Bingyang kicked the door and said: "Mr. Wu said don't see the light for half an hour, just wait for a while." While talking, he looked for Peng Jiashu in the room: "Where is the person?"

Ren Erdong pointed to the corner: "There."

Peng Jiashu squatted by the wall very consciously, with his head buried, his legs spread apart, and his buttocks hanging in the air, making a squatting posture.

But judging from this posture, this person has been in prison.Both the police in the detention center and the guards in the prison let the prisoners adopt this squatting posture, because this posture is extremely indecent, extremely uncomfortable, and even a very shameful posture.Anyone with a sense of shame will have their self-esteem wiped out by this squat-like posture and their psychological defenses will be overcome.

Xia Bingyang pulled out a chair from under the conference table and placed it in front of Peng Jiashu. He sat on the chair with his elbows on his knees and bent down to look at Peng Jiashu.

Until now, he hadn't seen Peng Jiashu's appearance clearly.

This is a 26-year-old young man with a sallow, round face with a square in the middle. With blood-stained red teeth, he panted and breathed out through his mouth.

"Are you Peng Jiashu?"

As Xia Bingyang asked, she turned her head and pointed her finger at Lou Yue who was printing the document.

Soon, Lou Yue sent him the information on the case of hiding corpses in Qiaodong six years ago and the files of Peng Jiashu.

The conversation went smoothly unexpectedly, and Peng Jiashu quickly replied: "Yes."

Xia Bingyang crossed his legs, put the document on his lap, looked at the document and glanced at him again: "Do you know why I am looking for you?"

Peng Jiashu said: "I don't know."

"I don't know? Then why are you running?"

"I, I thought you were here to ask for debts."

Xia Bingyang stared at him twice, and said coldly, "Fart—look up at me, look up!"

Peng Jiashu raised his head slowly, still not daring to look at Xia Bingyang's face, and squinted his eyes aside, the guilt and fear in his eyes were clearly exposed.

Xia Bingyang took out the scene photos of Hong Xin's case six years ago and put it in front of him, "Does this girl look familiar to you?"

Peng Jiashu suddenly closed his eyes, not looking at the photo of Hong Xin's corpse.

Xia Bingyang sneered, and said: "It's useless to hide, this girl named Hong Xin was killed by your father, and her body was thrown in the old bridge hole of 718. I still have the case records here; Hong Xin left the garment factory in your father's car and died. The time was between five o'clock and eight o'clock on April 12, 4. The police found your dad's skin tissue under Hong Xin's fingernails, and found Hong Xin's hair and blood in your dad's car. Hong Xin's neck The fatal injury on the right side was caused by a sharp object with a radius of less than two centimeters. The police found a double-edged folding knife with Hong Xin's blood in your father's car, which is in line with the presumption of the murder weapon. These evidences are your father's rape |The ironclad proof of killing Hong Xin, later your father committed suicide in fear of crime, didn't he also indirectly admit him—"

"do not talk!"

Peng Jiashu turned his head vigorously, as if he wanted to turn his face behind him.

Xia Bingyang flipped through a few pages of documents, pinched Peng Jiashu's chin and turned his face back, then put Ran Jie's photo in front of him, and said coldly, "Open your eyes."

Peng Jiashu closed his eyes tightly, unable to withstand Xia Bingyang's hard pinch on his chin, he had to open his eyes, saw Ran Jie smiling at the camera with a bouquet of flowers, and shouted: "I didn't kill her!"

Xia Bingyang raised his eyebrows, and looked at him with a half-smile: "I haven't asked anything yet, so you don't want to tell yourself."

Peng Jiashu broke away from his hand, slumped on the ground, curled up and roared, "I don't know anything, don't force me!"

"You don't know anything? Then how do you know that this woman is dead?"

"I have no idea!"

"If you didn't know she was dead, why did you say you didn't kill her just now?!"

"I told you I don't know, you, you are all in the same group! You want to put me in prison, you want to kill me!"

Peng Jiashu jumped up like crazy and rushed to the office door: "Let me go! Let me go!"

Ren Erdong and Li Zhiming quickly stopped him, twisting his arms from left to right.

Xia Bingyang threw away the documents, got up and walked towards them, grabbed Peng Jiashu by the neck and pushed him against the wall, took off his sunglasses and forced him in front of him: "Then explain clearly why you appeared next to the Lido Hotel on July 7th Also, why are your footprints on the balcony of the room on the 12th floor where the homicide happened? Why did Ran Jie’s death look exactly like Hong Xin’s.”

Peng Jiashu couldn't escape, and was forced to look into Xia Bingyang's eyes. His knees gave way, and he collapsed on the ground trembling along the wall, kneeling like a prisoner about to be beheaded, with tears rolling in his eyes.

Xia Bingyang squatted down, pinched his chin and lifted it up, saying: "If you can't explain clearly, then I have reason to suspect that you killed Ran Jie."

Peng Jiashu was dazed, looking up at the blue sky outside the window of the police station with a dull expression. After a long time, a very shallow tear flowed from the corner of his eyes, and he said something in a low voice with half-opened lips.

Xia Bingyang approached him and heard him repeating four words in a low voice - I saw it.

"what did you see?"

Xia Bingyang asked hurriedly.

Peng Jiashu lay slowly on the ground, facing the dimly lit window, curled up in the office with no lights on, his flat body was like a dark shadow.

There is such a shadow under everyone's feet, it lies there quietly, being stepped on.

Peng Jiashu murmured in a low voice: "I saw that Min Chengzhou killed the woman in the room on the 40th floor."