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On April 2012, 4, the body of Hong Xin, a female worker of Dafeng Garment Factory, was found by the masses under the old bridge hole of Provincial Highway 18.Through investigation and evidence collection, the police locked the suspect on Peng Mao, the owner of Dafeng Garment Factory.

The police found Peng Mao's skin tissue under Hong Xin's fingernails, and interviewed other employees of the garment factory and learned that there may be an improper relationship between Peng Mao and Hong Xin.Peng Mao is left-handed, while Hong Xin's wound is on the right side of the neck, which is in line with the speculation that the murderer raped and killed the victim from the front.In addition, the police found Hong Xin's hair and blood in the back seat of Peng Mao's truck, as well as Peng Mao's skin tissue in Hong Xin's fingernails.Hong Xin's wound was flat and smooth. The wound was two fingers wide, 1.83 cm long, and 13.4 cm deep.

All the evidence points to Peng Mao as the murderer.

Just the night before the police applied for the arrest warrant, the criminal suspect Peng Mao committed suicide in fear of crime.This sensational case of hiding corpses in the bridge cave finally came to an end with the death of the suspect.

The physical evidence in this case is solid, and all the evidence forms a chain, seemingly perfect.Until Xia Bingyang found the exact clue that Hong Xin took Meng Xiang's taxi at around 12:4 on April 15, 17, the "Case of Hidden Corpse in the Bridge Cave" six years ago was still worthy of being included in the police school textbook Classic Case.

However, a female corpse was unearthed in Bafang Street, Dafeng Road today, which made him more firm in his guess.

The laptop in front of Xia Bingyang was closed with a 'snap', Ren Erdong covered the notebook with his hand, looked at Xia Bingyang and asked, "Leader, what are you doing?"

Xia Bingyang moved back, leaned back in the chair, picked up the cigarette case on the table, lit a cigarette and said, "Where's Peng Jiashu?"

"In the detention room on the third floor, Master Zhi is watching him."

Xia Bingyang raised his legs to stand by the table, sat slumped in the chair, his arms drooped naturally with the force of gravity, looked at the ceiling with a cigarette in his mouth and remained silent for a while before saying: "Wrong."

Ren Erdong and Lou Yue stood on both sides of him, Lou Yue and Ren Erdong looked at each other carefully before asking, "What's wrong?"

Xia Bingyang said expressionlessly: "Six years ago, Hong Xin's case was settled wrongly."

Both Lou Yue and Ren Erdong took a long breath silently.

Ren Erdong immediately wanted to refute Xia Bingyang, but was stunned and speechless for a moment, and after a while he said: "What the hell are you figuring out all day? A few days ago, you insisted on re-investigating the car accident, and now you are talking about Hong Xin's The case was settled wrongly. There is no one but you in the Public Security Bureau? Everyone else is trash? Why are you so innocent?"

Xia Bingyang slowly knocked off a piece of ash on the edge of the ashtray, and when Ren Erdong stopped talking, he said calmly, "Is it finished?"

Ren Erdong originally wanted to complain a few words, but when he met his eyes, he swallowed back, and said angrily, "It's over."

Xia Bingyang said: "Then let me say a few words. I found a clue; at 4:15 pm on April 5th, Hong Xin took a taxi on Provincial Highway 23. When the police investigated Peng Mao back then, he recorded a statement. Peng Mao said in his confession that he did take Hong Xin out of the garment factory, but Hong Xin got off the car at the side of the 718 provincial road at around 5 o'clock. Because Peng Mao was suspected of committing the crime at that time, the police did not believe it. His words, instead, he was investigated as a key suspect. But now I found evidence that Hong Xin was still alive at 718:5 and got into a taxi. This means that Peng Mao’s words have credibility. In other words, the taxi driver who took Hong Xin away can prove what Peng Mao said was true."

As he spoke, he glanced at Ren Erdong, who was hesitant to speak, and said, "Don't ask me where the clue came from, I assure you, this clue is absolutely true. Hong Xin was indeed alive at 5:23, And I took a taxi, if you don’t believe me, you can look up the taxi driver, the driver’s information is on the yellow sticky note on the flower pot in my office.”

Ren Erdong and Lou Yue looked at each other, and Lou Yue took off the post-it note with Meng Xiang's information on it, and went out to the technical team office to find Lang Xixi.

Xia Bingyang looked down at the cigarette stuck between his left fingers, pressed down on the cigarette butt, and pressed a piece of ash: "I'm done talking, you can continue."

At this time, Ren Erdong realized the seriousness of the matter, and he couldn't help treating it seriously. He folded his arms and remained silent for a long time, and said, "The taxi you mentioned is Peng Mao's witness? A witness to prove Peng Mao's innocence?"

Xia Bingyang didn't speak.

Ren Erdong continued: "Even if Hong Xin really got out of the car, even if Hong Xin really got into a taxi at 5:23, does this prove that Peng Mao did not kill anyone? Hong Xin's death time was Between 5:8 and 5:8, can you prove that Peng Mao was not suspected of committing a crime at all during the time period from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-]? Also, if you said that Peng Mao was innocent, what evidence did the police find six years ago? What kind of?"

"for example?"

"For example, Hong Xin's hair was found in the back seat of Peng Mao's truck."

Xia Bingyang raised his finger and pointed to his desk: "Go and search on my seat, you can also find my hair."

"There are also traces of Hong Xin's blood."

"Hmm... accidentally scratched your hand?"

Ren Erdong unconsciously raised his voice: "Hong Xin's fingernails still have Peng Mao's skin tissue!"

Xia Bingyang smiled faintly at him: "If you shake hands with me, you can also find my skin tissue in your fingernails."

"What the hell do you mean!"

Xia Bingyang's expression turned cold, and he said solemnly: "I suspect that the police who handled the case back then adopted the idea of ​​investigating the case to conclude that they were guilty."

"That is supervised by Bureau Min himself!"

"So what? Bureau Min won't make mistakes?"

Ren Erdong looked back at the office door, and lowered his voice as if he was afraid of someone: "You said Bureau Min was convicted, do you have evidence?!"

Xia Bingyang was still very calm, and his calmness made people feel fearful: "The evidence is that Hong Xin took a taxi alive at 5:23, and the female body dug up in the green belt of Bafang Street today is the evidence."

Ren Erdong was stunned for a moment: "Do you suspect that the person who killed the female body in Bafang Street was the person who killed Hong Xin six years ago?"

Xia Bingyang stood up with the armrests of the chair, looked at Ren Erdong, and said confidently and confidently, although his voice was not high: "I'm not sure that the murderer who killed the female body on Bafang Street was the one who killed Hong Xin, there is also a layer of imitation crimes inside." But I can be sure that it was not Peng Mao who killed Hong Xin!"

Ren Erdong stared at him blankly, his face turned pale, and he did not give up convincing him, nor did he give up convincing himself: "If Peng Mao was not the murderer, then why did he commit suicide on the night he was arrested by the police? Isn't he afraid of crime?"

The corners of Xia Bingyang's lips slanted, and he sneered inexplicably, and said, "Has Peng Mao pleaded guilty? Did he admit that he killed Hong Xin? No, he just accepted a few times of interrogation by the police. Before he was convicted, he was identified as the murderer by the people around him. As you said just now, all the evidence found by the police points to him. If he is arrested, he will not survive the first round of interrogation under the so-called conclusive evidence. .Maybe he knows very well that if he is arrested, he will not be able to get out. He will be charged with a murderer and sentenced to death. Simply kill himself."

"These are all your imaginations! You said that the police suspected Peng Mao was presumed guilty, so now you are defending Peng Mao's innocence!"

Xia Bingyang's face was cold, and he said unhurriedly: "I'm not defending Peng Mao, I'm just explaining the facts. It's true that Peng Mao committed suicide, but it's unfair that the public opinion at that time regarded Peng Mao's death as a suicide in fear of crime. If Peng Mao really committed suicide in fear of crime, why didn't he leave a suicide note to plead guilty before he died? Why didn't he simply surrender? He killed himself secretly, his death was meaningless. What I mean is to the police and the families of the victims As far as the police and the families of the victims are concerned, they need to catch the murderer. Since Peng Mao had the courage to commit suicide to make amends, why didn't he have the courage to leave a last word? Please throw away the evidence that points to Peng Mao as the murderer and think about it. Isn't that contradictory?"

"Throw away the evidence pointing to Peng Mao? Those evidences do exist, how can you ignore them?"

"Then why don't you face up to the evidence I found? Six years ago, the police didn't believe that Hong Xin was alive when he got out of Peng Mao's car, because Peng Mao was suspected of murder. Now I have found evidence that Hong Xin got out of Peng Mao's car He was still alive at the time, Peng Mao did not lie, Hong Xin really got out of his car alive. This is also evidence, why don't you accept it!"

"I have the right to keep questioning until you put the evidence in front of me! Now back to the original question, if Peng Mao is not the murderer, why doesn't he cooperate with the police to actively investigate? If he is innocent, he is willing to die like this Is it? Before the police interrogated him, he had a mental breakdown and committed suicide. His psychological quality is too bad!"

Xia Bingyang suddenly stubbed out the cigarette and threw it into the ashtray, staring at Ren Erdong and said, "Let me help you analyze how bad Peng Mao's psychological quality is; during Peng Mao's investigation, his garment factory warehouse caught fire, and he lost money." Millions of goods and a piece of factory building were burdened with huge debts. His wife was burned to death while fighting the fire. He lost all his property and his wife overnight, and he was also buried with him. reputation. If it were you who went bankrupt overnight, lost your wife, and were regarded as a murderer by everyone around you, how strong would your will to survive would be when you were about to be arrested by the police?"

Ren Erdong looked stunned.

Xia Bingyang said again: "You define his suicide from the perspective of treating him as a murderer, which is unfair to him."

Ren Erdong's knees softened, and he sat slumped on the chair, looked at the table with dull eyes, and said, "It's ridiculous, the case that Bureau Min personally supervised back then... Who would believe it? Who would believe it? If you dare to poke it out, Dang Hao can kill you with a gun!"

Xia Bingyang smiled softly and coldly, and said: "He is a policeman, and I am also a policeman. I only do official business within my duties. He really can't beat me."

The door of the office was pushed open suddenly, and Lou Yue walked in with a serious expression, walking straight in front of Xia Bingyang, as if she had many questions to ask him, but she choked for a moment in desperation, and could not speak.

Seeing Lou Yue's face, Ren Erdong's heart turned cold, and he asked anxiously, "How is it?"

Lou Yue breathed a sigh of relief, forced a calm tone, and said: "I asked Meng Xiang just now, and he said that he did drive Hong Xin on Provincial Highway 12 on April 4, 15, and the time was consistent with what Team Xia said. , The driving recorder also took a video of that time. But six years ago, a policeman surnamed Ji went to his home and took the recorder. I have asked him to go to the police station to give a statement, and he will be there soon.”

Ren Erdong covered his head with his hands and repeated as if he lost his soul: "It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, I can't hold it anymore——" After a pause, he turned his head to look at Xia Bingyang: "Six years ago? The surname is Ji The police? Who is he? How did he find this taxi driver? Could it be someone from Bureau Min?"

Xia Bingyang didn't answer, but just brushed off his shirt, and said, "I know where that video is, I'll show it to you later, and bring Peng Jiashu here first."

After a phone call, Li Zhiming brought Peng Jiashu in quickly.

Peng Jiashu was wearing the work clothes of a certain food delivery company. He had a low eyebrow and was pleasing to the eye, shrinking back and forth. The work clothes with yellow background and black stripes looked like prison uniforms on him.He is holding a helmet in his left armpit, and he is holding a meal that needs to be delivered but has not been successfully delivered in his right hand.

When Peng Jiashu entered the police station, he looked so useless. He never dared to look up at anyone. He put his helmet and lunch box on the ground and then squatted in the corner. It seems that in his cognition, all policemen like to let prisoners keep quiet. this pose.

Xia Bingyang gave Li Zhiming a look, and Li Zhiming pulled Peng Jiashu up from the ground, moved him a chair, pressed his shoulders and forced him to sit down.

Xia Bingyang took a glass of water, and sat opposite Peng Jiashu with the teacup, crossed his legs, stared at him for a while, and then said: "Don't be nervous, I didn't find you today because of Ran Jie."

Under his gaze, Peng Jiashu became more and more embarrassed, his back was pulled out and his spine was not straight, he bent forward and lowered his head, clasped his knees with his hands, and let out a low 'huh'.

Xia Bingyang took a sip of water and asked without a trace of emotion: "Let's talk about Hong Xin today."

Hearing these two words from Hong Xin, Peng Jiashu stopped clasping his hands on his knees, and let out a low 'huh' again.

Xia Bingyang said: "Do you know how Hong Xin died?"

Peng Jiashu whispered: "I know."

"Then tell me."

Peng Mao didn't want to say it, but quickly compromised under Xia Bingyang's gaze, and said: "Hong Xin, she...she was stabbed in the right side of the neck, raped before she died, and her hands were tied behind her own underwear. "

Xia Bingyang smiled and said, "It's strange. The person who found Hong Xin's body was a resident near Provincial Highway 718. The person who reported the case only saw a hand in the dirt, but did not see Hong Xin's death. The first batch of people who arrived The people at the scene were the police. The police sealed off the scene long before digging up Hong Xin's body. That is to say, the only people who saw Hong Xin's body at the scene of dumping the body were the police who rushed to the scene at that time. Even the person who reported the incident None of them saw Hong Xin's body, and as for those reporters, they didn't have first-hand information, and what they published were only photos of Hong Xin before his death."

Xia Bingyang paused, took a sip of water, and continued, "To put it simply, the details of Hong Xin's death are internal information of the police station and have not been disclosed to the public. How do you know these details?"

Sensing some danger, Peng Jiashu slid down from the chair, squatted against the wall in a corner, and said in a trembling voice, "My dad told me."

"How does your father know?"

"Those policemen showed him the pictures."

"Then why did your dad tell you?"

"He didn't understand the law, so he asked me to find a lawyer for him, and told me everything the police told him."

"That is to say, your father learned the details of Hong Xin's death from the police, and you learned the details of Hong Xin's death from your father?"

Peng Jiashu held his head and kept silent.

Xia Bingyang looked down at him, and said with a sneer, "According to what you say, your father is very innocent."

The word 'innocent' made Peng Jiashu tremble all over. He wanted to look at Xia Bingyang, but he raised his face halfway and lowered it hastily, without replying.

Xia Bingyang stood up, went to him and knelt down, looked at him and said in a deep voice, "Did your father only ask you to help him find a lawyer? Didn't he say anything else?"

Peng Jiashu murmured: "No, he didn't say anything."

Xia Bingyang saw at a glance that Peng Jiashu was lying. Six years of life in prison had drained all of Peng Jiashu's courage.He puts the law enforcement agencies on the opposite side of himself, and has no trust in the police. He doesn't trust the police, and he fears the power of the police. That's why he looks like a rusty broken machine without thought and emotion when facing the police.

Maybe because he said it, but was not trusted, so he never said it again.

Xia Bingyang looked at him for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said, "Stop talking? That's fine, then listen to me?"

Peng Jiashu bowed his head and remained silent.

Xia Bingyang said: "I have a transcript left by your father back then, do you want to know what he said?"

Peng Jiashu seemed to want to, but he didn't dare to express his thoughts, so he had to keep silent.

Xia Bingyang stared at his face, and said in a deep voice: "Although there are many evidences pointing to your father, your father has not pleaded guilty, at least in my opinion, he has not pleaded guilty. He asked you to help him find a lawyer, isn't it also for defense? ?”

Peng Jiashu was touched by the sad matter, sobbing: "But he...he couldn't make it to the court."

Xia Bingyang said calmly: "Yes, he didn't make it to the court, nor did he make it to the lawyer to defend him." As he spoke, he lifted Peng Jiashu's chin, forced Peng Jiashu to raise his head, looked at him, and said, "But now , I can defend your father."

Peng Jiashu was startled, and looked at him incredulously.

"Your father said in the record that he did not kill Hong Xin. Hong Xin got out of his car after 5 o'clock. Hong Xin's death had nothing to do with him. At that time, the police did not believe your father's words, because no one could prove that he Tell the truth. But it’s different now. I found a witness who can prove that Hong Xin was alive at 5:23 and got into a taxi on Provincial Highway 718. He can also prove that your father did not lie, Hong Xin's death has nothing to do with your father."

"You, have you found a witness?"

Peng Jiashu asked dully.

"Yes, I have a witness."

Peng Jiashu seemed to be alive, his eyes sparkled with excitement, but soon, the light in his eyes went out, replaced by endless despair.

Although Xia Bingyang finally gave him hope, but this hope came too late, he had already lost everything, his parents, his life, and his future were all interrupted by the belated hope.

At this time, he only felt great sadness and irony, and he could no longer suppress the grievance and sadness in his heart, crying: "What's the use! My father is dead, and he was forced to death by you! You all put him to death!" As a murderer, if no one believes his words, he will commit suicide if he can't survive!"

Xia Bingyang supported his shoulders, looked at his distorted face due to excessive pain, and said: "Your father was indeed regarded as a murderer, but the law did not judge him as a murderer. He did not die as a murderer. He died cleanly. The one who really killed your father was not us, let alone Min Chengzhou, but the real murderer of Hong Xin."

Xia Bingyang clenched his shoulders, and said firmly and forcefully: "Don't you want to avenge your father all the time? Didn't you avenge Min Chengzhou six years ago to avenge your father? But your method was wrong, you found the wrong one If you really want to avenge your father, you should join me in finding the real murderer."

Peng Jiashu stared at him in a daze, with a slight fire flickering under the layers of ashes in his eyes: "Really, the real murderer?"

"That's right, only by catching the real murderer can your father get rid of the crime of murderer. You don't want his innocence protected by death to be tarnished, do you?"

Peng Jiashu grabbed Xia Bingyang's wrist that was on his shoulder, and looked at him eagerly: "Grab him, definitely grab him!"

Xia Bingyang looked at him, took a slow breath, and said, "Okay, then you must tell me the truth, is it Min Chengzhou who killed Ran Jie in the 40F room of the Lido Hotel?"