Police Chen Shu

Half an hour passed.

"Officer Chen, open the curtains." Ma Rongcheng raised his hand and glanced at his watch. While he was proud of his speed, he subconsciously ordered people to work.

Some police officers are used to working in provincial departments, and they always unconsciously think they are superior to others. In fact, it is the status given to everyone by their respective platforms.

For example, the police of the provincial department and the police at the grassroots level may all be section officers in rank, but in fact the police of the provincial department also hide the BUFF bonus of the "provincial department" platform.

Not to mention the grassroots police officers, even the grassroots section chiefs must politely hand each other a piece of tobacco and say a few nice words before talking about the matter.

Therefore, the starting point is very important, both in "life" and "work".

After Ma Rongcheng finished speaking, he straightened his waist, which had been bent for a long time. He put his right hand behind his back and hammered it back and forth to relax his slightly sore lower back.

After only doing this for a while, I was exhausted.

I don't know if it's because he's old or because he was raised in the provincial office.

Hey, I don’t know what the situation is now in the series of anti-fraud cases that I have followed for more than half a year.

Ma Rongcheng immediately paused, and couldn't help but have the idea of ​​going back. He was thinking about whether he could end this grassroots assistance early, return to the task force earlier, and maybe have some soup.

Chen Shu quickly walked to the window and opened the curtains. His eyes, which were accustomed to darkness, were suddenly hit by the direct sunlight outside the window and couldn't help but lower their heads and look away.

At this time, Chen Shu found a brown mark five or six centimeters long at the bottom of the beige curtain cloth. He bent down and took a closer look. It looked like dirt. When he thought about it more carefully, he found that it looked like the grass on the grass downstairs.

"Huh?" Chen Shu squatted down and carefully observed this unusual mark.

Ma Rongcheng glanced at this and continued to work on his re-examination. In addition to the shoe prints at the scene, there were also a large bed, bathtub, wash basin and a lot of other things waiting for him.

Chen Chuan, who had been watching cartoons for a long time, put down his mobile phone and was too lazy to move. He craned his neck to look at it from a distance. He found it quite boring. He muttered a few words and then immersed himself in studying his "Secret Room Murder" cartoon.

The young police officer Jiang Hai disappeared somewhere.

After a while, Chen Shu suddenly said loudly: "Expert Ma, come and take a look! Do the brown marks on the curtain cloth look like the strangulation marks on the neck of the deceased?"

Ma Rongcheng walked over quickly, squatted down, and stared at the curtain cloth with unusual marks on it with Chen Shu.

He adjusted his glasses and recalled: "It looks a bit like it. The size looks like the rope used to hang the deceased. However, I remember that the rope was quite clean."

Chen Shu squinted his eyes and said in a deep voice: "We searched the room carefully, and there was only one rope in the toilet. The deceased was hanging on that rope. Since the rope was very clean, it is obvious that there was a second person at the scene. A rope with mud stuck to it!

"This second rope that was taken away may be an important clue to solving the case. Expert Ma, could you please extract the soil above, I think it may be useful. Well, I feel it may be downstairs On the grass.”

Suspicious, Chen Shu inspected the window sill more carefully. He gently tapped the clean window sill with the white gloves he was wearing, including touching the corners several times. The result was that there was no dust at all.

"Although I don't know the cleaning standards of five-star hotels. But there is not even a speck of dust on the windowsill, including the corners on both sides. It's hard not to make people suspicious."

As he said that, Chen Shu couldn't help but glance back at the toilet where the girl hung herself. His eyes showed deep sympathy. He could feel the fear and despair that this room once carried, and finally his feelings for the murderer hidden behind the scenes. Intense anger.

Ma Rongcheng was shocked by Chen Shu's sudden burst of murderous intent. He was stunned and did not react for a while.

He turned his head slightly and took a careful look at Chen Shu. He felt that he was full of murderous aura. He didn't look like a criminal police officer. He looked like a criminal policeman.

"This is not a suicide, it is a well-planned murder!" Chen Shu gritted his teeth and slowly spit out two words. The regretful sigh of the hotel general manager appeared in his mind: Oh, poor child.

This colleague from the East China Sea seemed to have been on the battlefield and had seen blood. He looked a bit like me when I was doing criminal investigation at the grassroots level. But what’s the use of working so hard at the grassroots level? In the end, he had to be a horse expert whose destiny was to work as an animal. With this thought in his mind, he subconsciously superimposed his own youthful figure on the body of the policeman from another province in front of him.

If Huang Mao jumped out at this time and pointed at Chen Shu to show off the opponent's deeds of killing him all the way in southern Xinjiang, I don't know if this provincial expert would feel that he was somewhat similar to the opponent.

Like a cat that smelled something fishy, ​​Jiang Hai came over from the corner and stood quietly behind the squatting Chen Shu and Ma Rongcheng. Perhaps he was forced by Chen Shu's sudden burst of momentum. At this moment, he also No sound was made at all.

For some reason, Chen Shu suddenly thought of the deceased's parents, and his momentum suddenly dropped.

The two couples, aiming to make a fortune, came to the hotel and asked for tens of thousands of dollars, and then ran away without even looking at their dead daughter.

Just ran away.

Also, so pathetic.

Chen Shu looked at Ma Rongcheng who was standing aside.

The other party adjusted his glasses, but said disapprovingly: "Officer Chen, although we have found that there are disguised shoe prints at the scene, this can only mean that there was a second person at the scene on the night of the crime, and it does not confirm that this is a murder. "

But the hotel surveillance showed that no other person had entered the room in the past few days. Chen Shu retorted in his mind, but did not refute the expert's face in person.

Ma Rongcheng stood up and held his knees, and continued: "Officer Chen, you know, there is so much pressure in society now, and the number of people who commit suicide far exceeds the number of people who are murdered, so when we enter a murder scene, we can't just assume that it is certain. It’s a homicide, so from a subjective point of view, I have to limit my thinking first.”

After a pause, Ma Rongcheng continued, his tone now like that of a senior who was teaching diligently, but it was much more relaxed: "As police officers, we must not let our emotions influence us when handling cases. Everything must be based on facts."

Chen Shu remained silent.

Chen Chuan muted the lock screen of his phone and watched the show with his lips curled up.

After all, this is their territory. As a police officer from another province, his participation in this case is already an incredible favor in the eyes of others.

If it weren't for the provincial expert in front of him who was too lazy to pay attention to the affairs of the grassroots criminal investigation team, Chen Shu and others wouldn't even be able to enter the crime scene.

No matter how much he felt sorry for the deceased, he had no chance of intervening in the case.

"Teacher Ma." Jiang Hai said in a calm and sincere tone, "I think you are right. How about we check the window sill one last time?"

Ma Rongcheng laughed when he heard this, and the tense atmosphere caused by Chen Shu immediately relaxed.

He knew the meaning of Jiang Hai's words, and pointed at the other party with his index finger with a smile: "You are the youngest here, and I am the oldest. Why, you are here to comfort me instead?"

The young police officer quickly waved his hand: "Teacher Ma, that's not what I meant, that's not what I meant."

Chen Shu stepped forward to hold Jiang Hai, took a breath, and said in a deep voice with a trace of sympathy for the dead girl and a sense of responsibility that even he felt was inexplicable:

"Expert Horse, I want to ask you a favor."

The expert didn't respond, and he even felt a little strange in his heart as to why this policeman from another province would be so obsessed with a case far away from his hometown.

Police officers are inherently more suspicious than ordinary people.

The scene became a little embarrassing because of Chen Shu's request for help.

"Expert horse." Chen Chuan walked over, put away his usual frivolous expression, and said in a low voice, "I have been with this brother for more than ten years, and he has this temper. To put it nicely, it means that he will draw a sword to help when there is injustice. In fact, His emotional intelligence is zero. Please bear with me."

Ma Rongcheng didn't say anything. He looked over and laughed.

"Does this make me a bad cop?"

After saying that, he personally pulled up the curtain cloth, and then turned the footprint light in his hand to the strongest setting. With a flick of a switch, bright light shone out, and the footprints on the ground suddenly became clear.

His attitude also became clear.