Criminal Investigation Notes

poet.

A romantic career.

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

Before the discipline of criminal psychology came into being, poets in the West began to explore related topics in the form of poetry.

From the original Aristotle, Dante, to the later Shakespeare, Goethe, Shelley, Dickinson, these great poets continue to write with the pen...

Sin is the eternal theme of their writings, life and death, love and hate, sin and punishment, sacrifice and revenge, light and darkness, law and order.

Poets are sensitive and intelligent. They experience the world from their own unique perspective, integrate their understanding of good and evil into words, and turn them into a widely circulated work of art...

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

His eyes fell on a photo of a note. The information was not very clear, and Su Hui's eyesight was not good. It took some effort for him to recognize the small handwritten words on the note - "I could have tolerated the darkness. , if I had not 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 Haven't Seen the Sun".

The car body shook suddenly, making a clicking sound, and then the driver stepped on the accelerator. Su Hui recalled his thoughts, and turned his eyes from the information in his hand to the car. The bus started going up the mountain. For safety, he put away the information.

"Are there any stops in the next three stops? If you didn't stop, you went straight to White Tiger Mountain." The driver of the car burst out with a shout.

All the people in the car had a tacit understanding and no one answered. The people who took the car here basically came to Baihu Mountain, and the several stops in the middle were useless.

The driver said, "Okay!" Then he accelerated, almost throwing the bag out of Su Hui's hand.

Su Hui has not driven for a long time, and his current vision has basically bid farewell to the driver's seat.

He originally wanted to take a taxi, but when the driver heard that it was Baihu Mountain, he was unwilling to come over. This place is far from the city center. The driver didn't have time to wait at the door.

Another reason is that those people feel unlucky and unsafe.

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

Inside are demons who have committed various crimes, and although they are now in prison, they are still scary.

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

Nowadays, the bus drives very fast, and the driver has become accustomed to this road. He does not slow down on the edge of the steep cliff. From time to time, he makes a sharp turn. Break out of the window at any time.

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

People's heartbeat has not calmed down, and there is a more urgent detour ahead.

Su Hui was sitting in the back row of the car, feeling motion sickness. He clenched the handrail in front of him with his fingers until the knuckles turned white.

Su Hui tried hard to maintain his balance, his chest was so tight, he coughed a few times, the car shook so much that he felt like his soul and internal organs would be thrown out of his body.

Su Hui had long been used to seeing things clearly in front of him. 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. Abstract painting by Picasso.

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

The senses were finally separated from the body, and 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 and silently across 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.

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

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

Auntie is in her fifties, with permed hair and a slightly fat body. She is obviously very familiar with this journey. There are two bags spread out in front of her belly, one full of melon seeds and the other full of melon seeds. Skin. Sitting on this rickety car, hurry up and knock melon seeds.

Su Hui nodded politely: "This is the first time."

Seeing that his face was pale, the aunt kindly handed him a plastic bag: "No wonder, it's almost here, just bear with it for another ten minutes." Then she said, holding the sunflower seeds in her mouth, "It's alright to go up the mountain, you'll know when you look back, the hard part is going down the mountain. , it's like a roller coaster, the speed is twice as fast, it's very exciting..."

Su Hui can't think that far, he only hopes 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 said thanks again.

The aunt obviously had a good impression of this handsome and polite young man, and asked him: "To see a friend?"

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

Auntie regarded his silence as the default, and continued to chat with him: "I came to see my son. That dead boy injured someone after drinking. It has been three years, and it will take about four years. He is now You are very positive, maybe you can come out sooner, what kind of sentence is the friend you want to see, just sentenced? How long?"

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

Auntie let out a cry, covered her mouth with melon seeds, didn't dare to ask, looked at him with sympathy, a little scared, and a little... curious.

This is a bus leading to Baihu Mountain Prison in Huadu. In addition to mountain residents, the people on the bus are people who come to visit the prison.

The prison only receives visitors on the fifth and tenth days of each month, and if you miss it, you will not be able to visit.

After a total of thirty minutes of journey, the car finally stopped in front of several gray-white buildings, and the Baihu Mountain Prison arrived.

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

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

He looked at the piece of ash in front of him from a distance, walked at the end, and followed the prisoner into the iron gate of the prison.

After passing through a small playground, I entered the office building of the prison. The prison guards were responsible for registering one by one. When it was Su Hui's turn, he asked, "Have you registered your documents in advance?"

Su Hui paused for a while, and had already regained his usual indifference. He stretched out his hand and handed over the ID card, police officer ID card, various procedures, and an explanation letter sealed by the college.

The other party looked at it, and quickly bowed and said: "Oh, Mr. Su, He Jian specially warned you that you would come. Come with me."

The little prison guard took a few steps and then turned back, "You can actually go down the mountain to make a phone call, and we'll drive to pick you up."

Su Hui had recovered from the motion sickness, waved his hand and smiled gently: "You guys are very busy with work, don't bother you anymore, it's very convenient to go up the mountain by car."

The prison guard had obviously also experienced the roller coaster that way. After chatting with Su Hui for a while, he introduced him to the situation here and led him into the administrative district.

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

The prison guard took Su Hui down a road that only internal prison guards would take. There were few people here, and the building was very empty. Su Hui's scepter touched the concrete floor, and there was a faint echo.

He was quickly ushered into an interrogation room with a single-sided glass, where the guard poured him a glass of water and said to him, "We'll bring people here right away."

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

The little prison guard shook his head: "For such a notorious and extremely cruel murderer, relatives probably couldn't avoid him. No one came to see him."

Su Hui asked again, "His parents never came?"

The prison guard nodded: "He didn't have a father since he was a child. His mother seems to be sick and can't take care of himself."

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

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

Su Hui: "Cigarettes and lighters."

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

Su replied, "Thank you, so much is enough. I came here in a hurry and forgot to buy it."

The prison guard went to take someone, Su Hui put the cigarette and lighter into the school bag, and then took out a thick stack of documents from the bag.

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

Su Hui lowered his head, struggling to identify. He sorted the documents into different positions on the table in front of him, and the document recorded a name: Song Rongjiang.

That's why he came to Baihushan Prison today.

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

He is a little thin, with sunken eye sockets and short hair, but his body is not weak. The lines of muscles can be seen in the handcuffed arms, like a swift and powerful leopard. There are still some bruises on his elbows. Blood, and there are 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 **** smell rose up in the entire interrogation room for a while.

It's the kind of breath that a serial killer who has killed many people has.

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

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

Su Hui coughed twice: "It's alright, you guys are watching outside, and the shackles are still in handcuffs. I just hope he can relax a little while we talk."

This is the core of the entire prison. There are several prison guards with guns guarding it outside the single-sided glass. 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 open the handcuffs on the man's hand, not forgetting to tell him as if he were facing the enemy: "You can be honest in a moment!"

Song Rongjiang sat sideways on the stool, shaking his wrists, 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 not seen the sun, but the sun has made my desolation a new desolation."

- Dickinson, "If I Had Not Seen the Sun".