Live From The Murder Scene

The car stopped in the open space in front of the Public Security Bureau. A beautiful tail flick floated directly into the parking space, and the sky was almost spit out by the amazing driving skills of Team He at the end.

Seeing her pale, He Chuanzhou said in surprise: "Are you not used to riding a speeding car?"

Firmament: "..." Is this a necessary skill?

He Chuanzhou told her affirmatively: "Yes." The problem of not being able to drag a car is not big, but the problem of not being able to ride a car is very big.

...... Even so, the firmament can only develop a speed buckle at best.

He Chuanzhou gave her a hand and smiled: "Come down."

The firmament stepped on the ground and instantly felt much better.

"Come here."

He Chuanzhou led her and hurried to the reception room.

The door opened, and several people inside looked up.

This time, there are actually two people here, there are more than ten people in total. The relatives on both sides should have discussed with each other, and finally decided to come to the police station together to make it clear.

Their family members have passed away and died violently. The murderer has not yet been announced. Not only was the cause of death unknown, but they were also accused of perjury, which they could not accept as family members.

Besides, they also want to know if Fan Huai was wronged. The elders they respect, have they committed an irreparable mistake?

"Team He, you are here!" The police officer in charge of the reception could not help but breathe a sigh of relief, and quickly walked over to introduce her, "Team He, this is Sun Gan's family. This is Mr. Sun's wife."

The eyes of the firmament floated past for the first time.

Sun Gan, the first dead witness in the Fan Huai case. Male, sixty-three years old.

Mrs. Sun is now more than sixty years old. At this age, a well-maintained old man is actually not so old. But because of her husband's sudden death, she suffered a huge blow, which caused her originally healthy body as if she had been evacuated from her vitality, and quickly became haggard. There was not much anger in his drooping eyebrows.

The police officer pointed to the people on the opposite seat and said: "There are Ma Chenggong's family members. His two sons and two daughter-in-laws."

Ma Chenggong, the third dead witness in the Fan Huai case. Male, fifty-seven years old.

He Chuanzhou and Qiuqi looked around the faces of several people without a trace. These people didn't have too much hostility on their faces, they sat quietly and dignifiedly, looking at polite people. A little excitement flashed on their faces when the two appeared, but they restrained their behavior well. Explain that they did not come here to make trouble.

It's good to have a peaceful dialogue, otherwise He Chuanzhou will have a headache for such a large group of people.

As soon as Mrs. Sun saw the captain of the Criminal Investigation Detachment appearing, she immediately stood up and approached He Chuanzhou in three steps in two steps. Because of anxiety, she walked tremblingly, and her children hurriedly reached out to support her.

Tears flickered in the old lady’s eyes, and her muddy eyes looked at her sincerely, "Isn’t Comrade Xiao He? This comrade, my husband can’t deliberately perjury! I thought about it many times, I think It's really a misunderstanding!"

He Chuanzhou calmly held her hand, led her to the table, and said, "Don't worry, sit here first."

Madam Sun sat down passively, repeating her mouth repeatedly: "There is no need to harm him, such a young man, we have no grievances against him, why do you want to harm him, don't you?"

The person opposite followed nodded.

The firmament pays attention to every detail of the expression on Madam Sun's face. With her years of life experience, she can't find any trace of lies. But from her dim eyes, she could be seen as a sentimental person.

Sun Gan's family opened a camera shop, but it was not a brand-name specialty store. Sun Gan likes to collect cameras, so he opened a repair shop and sold various second-hand cameras by the way.

The documents that Qiu Cang had read were not very detailed about the details of the case. They only knew of Sun Gan's testimony, which finally confirmed Fan Huai's motive for the murder.

He Chuanzhou calmed down and asked Mrs. Sun to repeat the process.

Even though many years have passed, Mrs. Sun still remembers every detail of that year, because at many midnight dreams, they couldn't help asking themselves again. Did the confession they gave at that time make it clear? That's what determines the life of a young man. The responsibility is too heavy.

Madam Sun swallowed hard, and slowly said, "Our old man is a person who likes to chat. The older he gets, the more he talks. He can't stop talking every day, and often pulls people in the shop. That young man is us. An old customer of, he never buys anything in the store because he has no money, but he likes to run into our store. He comes over as soon as he is on vacation. Look at the camera and talk about technology or something. The old man asks him, The two were gossiping, and I laughed at them as if they had made a new year.

Mrs. Sun lowered her head and said with a sad expression: "That night, he came over and said that he was going to buy a camera that he had been fond of for a long time, and let the old man keep it for him first. That camera is 70% to 80% new, and the old man took the wrong place. It’s all refurbished, and most people have to sell it for about 10,000, which is cheaper for him by 3,000. But it’s so expensive, where can he afford it as a student? The old man asked him, “Little brother, your parents agree to give it to you. Did you buy a camera?'..."

She still remembered the high-spirited young man, carrying a black schoolbag slantingly, and laughed at the words, the brilliance reflected under his pupils.

"I didn't ask my parents for money."

"Then where did you get the money?"

The young man blinked, and said unceremoniously, "You grabbed it, where did you get the money?"

Qiu Tian said: "This is a joke."

——"Where did you get this dress?", "Where else can it be stolen."

Young people teased answers to some silly questions, but that did not represent their intention. If Fan Huai really intends to kill him, it is absolutely impossible to say it so easily before the action.

Madam Sun’s thin skin trembled for a while, and she said dumbly, “I also think it’s a joke. The old man said it quickly, and regretted it when he said it, thinking that it would cause trouble to the young man. But that night, Fan Huai did recite it. A bag of wet money came over, and the account was settled."

He Chuanzhou pressed her back with one hand, turned her head and explained to the sky, "This is mainly a matter of time."

On the same night, a reporter was brutally killed in a back alley less than one kilometer away from the shop.

Before she was alive, she just went to the bank to collect 7,000 yuan. After comparison, it was the cash that Fan Huai took to settle the account. At the same time, a forensic medical examination confirmed that the time of death of the deceased was completely consistent with the time of Fan Huai's action, and that he had sufficient time to commit the crime. And Fan Huai had twenty minutes of blank time that could not be confirmed. Plus the testimony of the remaining witnesses. Many arrows pointed at him at once, and the judge finally convicted him of the crime.

Mrs. Sun was about to stand up again and prove to the sky: "I...the police asked at the time. We didn't think much about it, so we said it out, but we didn't lie or add any fuel. I was in the store when they had a conversation that day. Here, I heard it with my own ears! I am so old, half of my foot is in the coffin, I can't do such ignorant things!"

The firmament half lowered his eyelids, and said in a deep voice, "Fan Huai said that he earned the money himself."

He Chuanzhou asked the old lady to sit down first, and added: "What is unexplainable is why there is so much money of 7,000 yuan."

Fan Huai said that he helped the reporter run twice, but there was no reason to get such a high salary, and the company did not get the reporter's reimbursement. So the police did not win the letter.

Qiu Cang also knew that many of Fan Huai's explanations were not supported by evidence at all, so he was convicted of intentional murder that year.

It happened by coincidence. It happened that that day, the heavy rain washed away the footprints on the ground and the traces of the murderer, making the investigation of the case rely more on the confessions of the witnesses.

And now that all the witnesses are dead again, who else can restore the truth back then?

"Our side... actually has something to add."

Several family members of Ma Chenggong raised their hands hesitantly.

He Chuanzhou made an inviting gesture to them, and motioned to the police officer nearby to change a few more cups of hot water.

The two brothers turned their heads to look at each other and pushed each other with their elbows. After a silent exchange, they finally decided that the older brother on the left should speak.

The youth licked his lips and said nervously, "Actually...my dad didn't mean it."

This is not "intentional", it means very important. He Chuanzhou immediately became alert. She walked towards the young man, stopped at a suitable distance, and propped on the table with one hand so as not to put too much pressure on him.

"I don't know if it is. I just told you what my dad said. After all, it's been a long time."

The young man wiped his nose, remembering and organizing the language, and said slowly: "That year, I came back to look for a job after graduating from university, because I couldn’t implement it, and I felt a little annoyed. At that time, my dad and I were talking on the balcony on the second floor. It was past nine o'clock in the evening. The rain outside was so heavy that it could be poured in by the wind. I was sitting on the bed and my dad was standing alone by the window sill in the rain, but he was not in a good mood."

Because it happened too long, his presentation was not so organized.

"The two of us talked. Then he accidentally saw a man rushing out of the alley. That man was wearing a loose hoodie, which should be white. He was wearing a pair of tight pants with a comparison on his back. Big square schoolbag."

The old lady echoed the other side: "That's how I wear it. The pants are school pants, and a big letter is written on the front of the clothes."

Mr. Ma said with a sad face: "My dad didn't see the letters clearly. Anyway, I've matched up with everyone in general details. Our community is old and small. It has been so small for many years, and it can't be demolished. It can only be done like that. The street lights over there are very dim. Yes, several broke, and my dad is a bit presbyopic. He yelled when he saw someone running in the rain. The man was taken aback by him and looked back at him. My dad said he saw the other person’s eyes. There was a little reflection in the position of the person, thinking that the person should be wearing glasses, but he was not sure. The next day the police came for questioning and he knew that there was a dead person in that place last night."

The police officer came over with warm water, put it in front of him, and exchanged the empty cup. Mr. Ma nodded at him to express his gratitude, and took a few sips.

There was a cloud on the surface of He Chuanzhou. She said with certainty: "No clues related to glasses were mentioned in the testimony."

Mr. Ma hurriedly put down the cup and explained: "Because he didn't see clearly, the other four people said that Fan Huai doesn't wear glasses. One of the men told him that he shouldn't talk about things that are uncertain, maybe it's just his. Illusion. He also felt that it was reasonable, so he acquiesced to his dazzling. He felt that with so many people, he just said the facts he saw, it is impossible for everyone to be wrong."

Unfortunately, everyone is wrong. In a perfectly designed guilty case, the only true witness near the scene was brainwashed to conceal his testimony.

Mr. Ma pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled bitterly: "He appeared in court and gave a testimony, but he was not good to die. My dad is really not bad, he is just an honest man. You said he lied and harmed people, no. But now it is also true. Can’t tell..."

Madam Sun couldn't control herself, thinking of these bad things, she couldn't help crying. She covered her mouth with a tissue and asked, "Is that young man really wronged?"

He Chuanzhou paused and replied: "There is no clear evidence yet. We are investigating."

Although she said so, everyone still heard the bias in her tone.

"Why is there such a harmful person? Who can think of it?" The old lady buried her head and sobbed, "Who is the one who killed our old man? Was it that young man? What do you think of this? I don't Know who to blame."

The family members of the opposing horse are equally complicated.

A vendetta implicated by a wrong beginning makes resentment and guilt intertwined, becoming nowhere to rest. They no longer know what kind of mood they should face the victims of the year and the perpetrators now. They only feel that a heavy layer of distress has accumulated in their chests, which can never be relieved.

The air in the reception room was as thick as a pool of black water, making it hard for everyone to breathe in it.

He Chuanzhou closed her eyes and let out a long sigh. In the dark world, countless fragments of pictures flashed through, and as she opened her eyes, they were replaced by the bright scene in front of her.

She walked to the side of the table step by step, raised her head, and uttered in a low and clear voice to inform everyone present.

"The case between Ma Chenggong and Sun Gan is currently under investigation... but it is basically confirmed that the murderer is not Fan Huai."

All of them looked at her in surprise, wanting to see traces of jokes on her face.

He Chuanzhou spoke slowly, and repeated it again in the eyes of everyone's unbelievable: "Fan Huai, never killed anyone. He has been there, waiting for a truth."

The old lady's tear-wiping hands froze in the air. After understanding the meaning behind her, her chest quickly rose and fell, and several trembling wailing sounds came from her throat. The children around her hugged her to calm her down.

The sunny sunshine outside the window can't dispel the shade of the scene. Everyone seemed to have returned to that cold and gloomy rainy night, in an unreal memory, watching Fan Huai step by step towards the dark world.

Several family members were in a trance: "How can this be...this..."

However, they are more willing to accept this intense guilt for the rest of their lives than they hate Fan Huai, probably because they are not fortunate to force a young man to go astray.

Rejoice that an unfortunate person can still have a future.

He Chuanzhou wiped his face, faded all his expressions, and kept calm and said: "Please check the transcript. Because the direct witnesses have been killed, your testimony is very important."

Several people obeyed dumbly, got up in a daze, and walked out of the room door under the guidance of the police officer.

The living room was quiet again, and soon only He Chuanzhou and Qiu Cang were left.

He Chuanzhou paced in front of her and looked at her quietly.

The firmament's voice is so soft that it can hardly be heard: "Waiting for the truth, does it mean social approval?"

He Chuanzhou thought about it seriously and said, "No, I think it's an insistence on self."

There is never a right way to pursue social identity, because people who speak loudly in society are constantly changing, and drifting will eventually lose themselves because of losing their goals.

Qiu Cang smiled and said, "Yes. Fan Huai is a very strong person."

That is probably Jiang Ling's blessing to him, so he can firmly pursue his future.

The firmament lowered his head and unbuttoned his coat, pulled the collar down, and said with a smile: "I'm going to the hospital to get flowers. I hope that bunch of flowers will also be stronger."

He Chuanzhou embraced her and walked out: "Let's have a meal first, it's noon. I'll see you there later."

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