I worked on a case where a 12-year-old girl was strangled alive and stuffed with coal and branches. But the results show that the owner of the fingerprints died a year ago.
One.
The case took place in October 2016, and I still remember the photo in the brief.
On the back slope of Coal Hill, a little girl with arms open, lying on top of a coal pile, bending her legs, throwing her pants three metres away and stuffing her lower body with branches and coal bars.
I fell off the brief and called the head of the local tech team. I’m sorry.
I was told that the piece of coal that hit a little girl in the head was right next to her body, but only her blood. Except for one fingerprint, no other biometric trace was recovered.
That’s a thumbprint on the left side of the girl’s neck. Coal ash mixed blood to keep it.
The autopsy report also proves that the head injury of a little girl caused only fainting, and that the real cause of death was asphyxiation – – So someone knocked out the little girl and strangled her with his hand, and it was supposed to be one hand.
The girl is very skinny, and an adult has two hands and can’t work normally. A thumb is particularly strong when it’s a one-handed strangulation, and the nails even go into the skin.
The fingerprints were left on the left side of the girl ‘ s neck, suggesting that the man ‘ s usual hand was left.
If I interrupt the officer, yell, “That’s the thumb. Left thumb! This guy’s left-handed! I’m sorry.
People in the office look up to me, and I’ve never seen my emotions so out of control.
The officer in charge said, “Well, left thumb, but…”
I thought it was a fingerprint. The clues were broken. I was going to keep asking.
“By comparison, the owner of the fingerprints is Qinshan, but we checked, this man died a year ago! I’m sorry.
According to information from the fingerprints bank, Qinshan had been detained for a mob fight but had died a year earlier, and the fingerprints were registered in a province more than 2,000 kilometres from the crime scene.
No way! The fingerprints of a man who died a year ago remained on the neck of a young girl who had just been killed.
I’ve got the phone and I’ve got a blank.
I grabbed my coat and I couldn’t even pull the zipper. It felt a little softer when you came down the stairs.
I don’t know what’s going on here. There is only hope that some valuable traces can be found from the scene.
Two.
At dawn, I quickly climbed the coal mountain at the crime scene. But as soon as I climbed up to the top of the hill, I was standing there — there’s no “here.”
The body of the little girl was taken away by the forensic doctor and, although the scene was cordoned off, there were no guards. The miners dug up new coal for two days and a night, covering up the “spot.”
Four of my fellow civilian police officers spent a long time digging in the ash before pulling out the cordon. Looking at the black line, I threw a snot in my nose and it was black in my nose.
I pushed the man in charge to the coal mountain, pointed at his nose, and yelled, “How the fuck did you protect the scene?” What about the scene? Did you eat it? “It says that a hot, dry, hot, and rusty smell goes into the mouth. I’m afraid of a nose drop. Heads up, clouds in the sky crush on a piece.
In fact, I understand the size of the jurisdiction, the fact that all kinds of thieves come to the scene, and that there are three local tech teams who can’t do it.
And We were suffocated, but we could only circle around the mountains of coal, but the strength of one man could not be brought forth. It’s the first time I’ve ever had a case without a “spot.”
It’s broken. It’s ruined. I’m gonna have to do it. The victim was identified and I decided to see the parents of the little girl temporarily placed by the police in the local guest house.
When we met, the husband and wife fell down on their knees and wept and wept, and said, “You have to decide for us what’s going on with you. “I’ve raised the couple quickly, and I’ve adjusted my emotions to speak as much as I can and understand the situation.”
The little girl’s father is a worker in a coal mine, and the mother, who is not working, usually takes her daughter to pick up the land near the mine and to change her food money.
On the day of the crime, the woman had a cold, the little girl had gone out to pick up the junk and had not returned at 10:00 p.m. The woman was anxious to call for it, but found her daughter at dawn. Until the following day, the working miners found the body of the little girl in Coco Hill.
The criminal police questioned the couple and conducted a clean-up of their relations: they were honest, human and good, had no enemies and had no economic disputes with anyone.
I asked them, “Have you heard anything recently from your daughter, where do you normally pick up the waste, and then suddenly it’s cold to say, “Do you often come to your house?” I’m sorry.
The couple looked at me blindly, looked at me and looked at me and said they didn’t know each other. From the incipient reaction, the two should not have lied.
I have no idea. Almost all directions are blocked. I called Master Black in a hurry.
I said a lot of things in a hurry, and Blackie on the other side of the phone didn’t answer, and he left me with two questions.
“Why did the killer run 2,000 kilometers away and brutally kill a 12-year-old girl with a dead man’s fingerprints? I’m sorry.
“And there’s a record of the fingerprints. They’re in the fingerprint library. I’m sorry.
Blackie had a smooth tone, but asked me when he got here. He didn’t give me a clear direction right away, but he told me, “You have to look at the fingerprints. I’m sorry.
And then I reacted, so I could stabilize myself first.
He’s right. From the moment I saw the picture of the little girl being mutilated, my head was filled with anger, and I didn’t calm down for a second, which almost ignored the most important mark on the scene — the fingerprints of the dead.
3
In the morgue, the little girl lies quietly in front of me, pale.
I couldn’t stop, I had to re-breath, lean over and look at the fingerprints on the little girl’s neck. I measured the location of the fingerprints with my hand over and over again with the forensics. There was no other biopsy on the little girl.
I got up and took two steps back and bowed in silence to the little girl — I’ll definitely find the man who killed you.
Either someone faked Qinshan’s fingerprints or Qinshan’s still alive? Dead people can’t kill people. They can only blame the living.
I need to check those who have access to Qinshan, but from their immediate family, bystanders, to their friends and colleagues, nearly 200 people are on the list, and it’s a huge task to visit and ask. With the assistance of the police, I tracked the cell phone signals of these individuals and the opening information on the line, and I finalized that none of them had been near the scene of the crime at the time of its occurrence.
200 people are excluded.
I asked the unit that was collecting fingerprints from Qinshan and flew the next day directly to the local police station, 2,000 kilometres away. The old cop received me enthusiastically.
The old cop, who had spent most of his life in his own area, had been with me all the time. Seeing his hair half white and his lips purple, he knows that he does not drink less.
He was also a civilian who took fingerprints from Qinshan.
The old cop led me into a new neighborhood, and when I knocked on the door, I thought if it was Qinshan, the case would be closed. I was thinking, “The door is open and I’m sweating straight– Qinshan’s fake death?”
I squeezed over the old cop standing in front of me, and my hand was hanging in the air. The man who opened the door looked like Qinshan, but he was much older and had a pair of glasses. The old police officer behind him quickly introduced Qinshan’s father, retired head of the state enterprise. I was pulled back by reality and shook hands with Old Qinshan.
The old policeman and Qinshan’s father pulled up their family. I turned to the bathroom first.
Only one set of teeth shows that only the father of Qinshan lives in this room, and that the hand handles of his toothbrush are set to the right, which proves that the father of Qinshan is the right hand.
I touched the gap in the walls of the bathroom, and found that the white suture and the old suture of the bricks were basically the same, which meant that the house had not been renovated for long, and that it was a new small area, which was simple, and should have just moved in.
Out of the bathroom, my eyes were on Qinshan’s father’s right hand with a cup of tea.
I’ve been talking to you all the time. The renovations are quite forward. I’m sorry.
Qinshan’s father said he bought the house for his son, Qinshan, who died early, and his son was sick and left soon before it was finished. After Qinshan died, his daughter-in-law wanted a different environment, and he sold his old house and gave it to her home.
“The house was built in accordance with Qinshan’s wishes, and I didn’t sell it, so I moved in myself. I’m sorry.
As soon as I heard the old man bought it for Qinshan, I came up with a key piece of evidence that would help me determine who Qinshan really is.
Qinshan’s father came out of his mouth, from Qinshan.
I’m trying to get back to myself, and I’m saying, “Do you have a contract to buy a house? And politely, I want to see it.
Qinshan’s father noded in a confused place and went into the room and offered a contract.
I’ll put it through and turn it over to the end…
This is it! Signature, handprint place.
4
Qinshan’s handprints are index finger prints, no thumbprints. But I noticed an exciting detail: all the fingertips of fingerprints are tilted left.
I’m in a good mood to leave Qinshan’s house. The technical police asked me what I found, and I put out my right hand finger, and I did a handprint, and I also did a handprint.
Against all the fingertips of Qinshan leaning left, the technical police stared at me. I’m sorry.
So the suspicion of going to Qinshan was largely ruled out, but the weird thing never ended.
I scanned the Qinshan Fingerprints on the contract, comparing them to the fingerprints collected during the fight between Qinshan and the crowd: none of the features.
Does Qinshan match his own fingerprints?
And I compared the fingerprints on the contract to the fingerprint library, and there was a different face on the screen than Qinshan. If Qinshan was still alive, he might still be able to watch the screen and call out the name of this man, Li Ying.
It is stated that Li Ying was a classmate of Qinshan, who had fought for Qinshan more than 10 years ago. Both of them had a previous case of “congruement” and had their own fingerprints collected in connection with the incident.
I quickly called in information about the case.
At that time, Qinshan and the gang leaders fell in love with the same girl, and more than a dozen people were gathered to teach Qinshan a lesson, as they ended up without causing significant casualties.
I leaned on the back of my chair, carrying a cigarette in my mouth, listening to the contrasting results of an old printer, and that night began to unfold before my eyes 10 years ago.
It was in the middle of the night, and the old cop picked up fingerprints for two dozen people involved in the fight. I was so impatient when I came out in the middle of the night that I accidentally confused the fingerprints of Qinshan and Li Yi.
Fingerprints were printed in a more primitive manner. The system went online, the wrong fingerprints were recorded, until the girl was killed, and Curly was supposed to be Li Yi’s fingerprints, compared to the dead mountain of Qin.
Thousands of worlds, no wonder. I smoked out of my mouth, stepped on it, picked up the print results and kicked the door of the old police lounge.
The old cop leaned on the bedside, shaking his legs and wearing headphones. I pulled the headphones off, and I didn’t wait for him to react. In his face, “You took the wrong fucking fingerprints from Qinshan!” The old cop picks up the results, opens his mouth “I” and “I” for half a day and doesn’t say the second sentence.
After all, this is a lower probability than when the name is wrong in the handwritten account book.
Of the more than 20 individuals, three committed subsequent acts, two in a fight and one in an attempted rape, and seriously injured the victim, who is now on the run — Li Yi.
I have to find Lee Yin, who is at large, and this time, he’s not only carrying the case, he may have been killed.
Where is he hiding?
5
I pulled up Lee Yi ‘ s case file and the tracking records for those years, and found that after her escape, she had no contact with her family and even had no past trace of her cell phone.
The group pursued him for five years and even carried out a special arrest operation against him every year, but it did not work.
I suspect that he may have defiled his domicile and asked the local civilian police to help me with the latest five years of local birth registration. I also ran all cell phone numbers under Li Ying’s family’s name to see if there were any records of their use at the place of the crime.
A normal modern person is almost impossible without a mobile phone. In 2016, mobile phone cards were made up and, in addition to misappropriation of other people ‘ s identification cards, it was very likely that Li Ying would use mobile cards in the name of his family.
But it’s as if this Li Ying disappeared from the sky, and all traces were wiped clean.
I also know that the two investigations are only a chance to find someone like Li Ying who is aware of the problem. The real breakthrough still has to be found on YI Yi.
I visited the local civilian police and had more and more information on Li Ying. I spent a couple of nights flipping LEE Yin’s information from head to tail.
Look at me, a nice, considerate son, “Li Ying” is clear in my head.
Since his father died early, Li Ying has been raising her alone since she was a teenager.
Li Chi is very understanding and very good for her mother. Lee Feng Chong opened an early stand and Ying woke up every day to light up the stove for her mother, to do all the chores, and then pushed a three-wheeled car to help her to set up the stall and go to school.
Day-to-day housework is also done, and one day’s work is done by the mother.
Li Ying’s classmates and teachers also provided details: Fearing that the mother would be out early and be frozen, Li Ying himself was hungry and saved two weeks of lunch money for Li Feng Chong to buy a sweater.
How can a man like that last five years without contacting his mother?
It’s not just physical, it’s human. I’m going to meet this Lee Fengjun.
Six.
The Lee Feng Chou family lives in the local shantytown. The alley is full of garbage and dirty stray dogs running around. Lee Fengjun’s morning stand was unchallenged in this mess.
I took soybean and sat at the table farthest from Lee Fengcheng, watching her every move.
Around 1.65m, the body is thin, the skin is loose, the turban is covered in white hair, the face of the long wind is dark and the head and the corner of the eye is covered with wrinkles. She was surrounded by a white-washed apron, which contained a red sweater with a collar and stitches of needles.
Lee Feng Chong, with the soy sauce, came at me with a limp and gave me a spoonful of sugar.
The local civilian police said that Li Fengcheng had been hit by a car on one occasion and had a broken leg.
Li Feng Chong was the only one who was busy. She had a loud voice for the food-eater, two long chopsticks in her hand for a moment. She was fluent in the oil pan, a long face passed by her hand, and three strokes made of a hot stick.
After the frying, Li Feng Chou went to cut the crumbs, sharpened the cleavers and picked them up on the plate, and every one was strong.
Lee Feng Chou’s back was a little fuzzy, and I looked at her and suddenly remembered what my old lady used to tell me: few of these days have cut themselves with a kitchen knife, and it’s easy to buy a piece of meat that the machine hangs, but it’s not as healthy as it does.
Lee Feng Chong was kind to everyone, but I found her without a smile.
There’s a money box next to Lee Feng Chong’s panel, and there’s an occasional eater who eats, says hello, puts the money in the box and finds his own change.
The soy sauce is cold, there are fewer people on the stand, and I stand up to Lee Fengcheng.
I’m sure it’s clean.
I took out a pre-prepared envelope and delivered it to Lee Feng Chong, “I’m a friend of Lee Ying’s. He asked me to bring you $2,000. I’m sorry.
Lee raised his head, looked at me in doubt, and looked at the envelope in my hand, and he didn’t pick it up. After a while, the old lady whispered to herself, “How do you know that my son is Li Ying? I’m sorry.
I’ve tried to keep my voice down, “Li Chi told me you’ve been out of the morning stand, I’ve asked, always you. I’m sorry.
Lee Feng’s head didn’t throw it at me, “Everyone here knows that my son is Lee Yin, and everyone knows I’ve been selling here for years. I’m sorry.
Looks like the Quilomboki team was looking for her. I approached her and whispered, “Li Yin asked you to buy a sweater with this money, don’t catch cold.” I’m sorry.
When I heard Lee put the knife down, stomped on the apron, pulled me aside, looked at it with caution, and made sure no one noticed. I’m sorry.
I nod my head and handed her the envelope.
Lee didn’t answer, but he grabbed my hand. “He’s out there alone, he’s got a lot of money, and I don’t spend the money I send me every month. When he gets back, he can pay for it. “The old lady said she was going to pick up the money and let me bring it to YI.
Got it! Lee Yi sends her money every month. There must be another bank account.
And then I started to get restless, and I couldn’t bear to go on and say it was urgent. When passing through the money box on the panel, the envelope was put in.
The old lady couldn’t beat me. She cried twice behind me.
The moment I saw Lee Fengcheng, I lost my mind, full of my mother’s body.
In the year of SARS, my father was unable to return to his place of work, and my mother went to the suburbs every morning to distribute fruits in order to make a living. The mother’s three-wheeler and Lee Fengcheng were very much the same, and she was too tired to stand alone and carry it alone.
On one occasion, the mother rode through a road without a light because it was dark and she was unconscious. When she woke up, her mother had stitches on her head and a broken eye, causing irreversible damage to the optic nerve. Because I can’t see it, my mother is now shaking.
When I looked back at Lee Fengcheng, she used her hands to shed tears and walked limping back to her stall.
7
Out of the shantytown, I immediately called the captain and asked him to reinvestigate his bank card.
However, the results of the investigation were disappointing: Lee Feng Chong had only one bank card in his name, and the water flow was normal, amount and time.
What’s missing? Is my investigation wrong?
I opened Lee’s bank account on the desk and took one of the civilian police calendars, torn down one by one, arranged according to the month, and placed each one of them on the calendar by the corresponding date, and wrote down the amount. It’s like I’m holding my breath and sticking my head in these “discretionary” red circles.
With these markings flipping around and above the calendar, the brain keeps processing the information from the eyes: no expenditure, all deposited, no remittances deposited, all cash deposited at the counter…
I couldn’t find a breakthrough in the way I saved it, and I started with the frequency of the deposit: Those little circles, some crowded together, some empty and coming up at once… The number of times they appear, the dissipation of their distribution, there’s no regularity — the timing of Li Feng’s savings is not fixed.
I’ve been staring at a small piece for a long time, and I don’t seem to know these numbers, so I close my eyes from time to time, so I don’t know.
Gradually, I found some connection between the amount and date of the deposit: If the date of deposit is two to three days, the amount is $3,500; if the time is more than five days, the amount is around $800 to $1,000.
Based on the frequency and the amount accumulated, these should be the early earnings of Lee Fengjun.
So where’s Li Yi’s remittance to Lee Fengjun?
Once again, I look closely at the information that’s circled: same days, different days; same amounts, different amounts … What’s changed? What hasn’t changed? They are like a series of Morse codes, which appear to have no clues and which together reveal the killer’s secret — the last Sunday of the month.
This day, there must be a money deposit in Lee Fengjun’s account. In addition to being fixed in time, the amount did not correspond to the previous pattern: even if the money had just been deposited the previous two days, there was a deposit of more than $800 per month on that day.
What’s with the extra money? Will early business be particularly good on the last Sunday of each month?
Is this what Li Yi left behind?
I got to a bank that was only a few hundred metres from Lee Feng Chong, and I knew her very well, according to Li Feng Chong’s frequency of savings.
I asked the clerk, Lee Feng-chun, whether the money was full or change? The clerks say they’re all $100, they don’t save any change, “Sometimes they trade for change. I’m sorry.
That’s weird. I think of Lee Feng Feng’s faceboard, the money box full of change.
The money we’re saving early is all change. Lee Feng Chong Chong saves money.
Where did she get so much money?
I suspect that Lee Feng Chong was taking the money first and then depositing it at the counter — that’s how the money was saved.
I asked the clerk. Did Lee Fengjun take the money here? The two clerks thought for half a day that they were not in their hands for money, but were not sure that they had received them.
At that point, a security guard who was watching came up and said that she might know Lee Feng Chong, “The old lady took money from the ATM, and I helped with it on several occasions. “I’m going to tell the captain to set up surveillance.
I saw clearly in the video that Lee Fengcheng took the money from the ATM and took it to the counter and put it in his card. The information in the ATM shows that Lee Fengcheng’s card for money is a foreign bank card and that it is not Lee Fengcheng’s name.
I immediately asked my team’s partners to check out the owner and the accounts of that alien bank card.
This is the first time I’ve had a smile.
I went through the calendar on my phone and knocked on the screen to the captain, who looked at me and looked up.
The calendar shows that four days later is the last Sunday of the month. It’s time to transfer the money again.
I feel like I’m about to catch Li Yi’s tail.
8
The partners replied that the bank card Li Fengcheng took money from, and that the account holder was not Lee Ying.
I’m not surprised at that, or the team won’t be looking into it for five years, and I can’t find her.
This account holder has a lot of cards in his name, which are supposed to be for the sale of cards. The money was sent to the village bank network near the scene of the murder of the little girl. The information of the senders is more complex, with three names coming up.
Are these three senders the same person? Could it be Li Ying? Or is he sending money for him?
Because, unlike Lee Fengcheng, there is a high-frequency presence in a bank, and on Sunday, the day of remittances is the time of the largest population of rural banks. The staff of several banks had no impression of the three names on the remittance orders.
I asked the head of the technical team to turn over the surveillance, who was disappointed to explain that the banks were small villages and that the surveillance video was not kept that long.
There’s still a distance before I find the real Li. But to be able to make money for Lee Fengcheng, these three men must be inextricably linked to her. I have to grab this lead.
Returning to the office, I put the money orders from several banks with the names of those three on the table. None of the three were “Li Ying”.
Their identity cards should have been bought, and the identity information indicates that all three are in the western part of the country.
I sent out a check, but I can’t wait for the results. I’ve been in contact with Lee Fengjun, and I have to catch him before she sees it.
I’ve been looking over and over with these money orders, and I’ve even put documents under my nose and smell them carefully, hoping to get more information from them. Finally, my eyes are on the money remitters’ handwriting.
Behind this may be the first “indirect meeting” between me and YI. It’s also the fastest way to make sure these three are not alone.
I note that the recipients, the bank account numbers, the amount of the remittances are clearly not from one person. The normal person who is afraid to fill in the wrong should do so with care and discipline, but the sections of these money orders, which are related to numbers, contain squares, write down quickly, and should be familiar with the documents, or even “a bit random”.
I assume the amount and the card number were filled out by the bank clerk. They are too familiar with their business, and the following are quick and thin. The money remitters must sign the column in question. This is the point of my handwriting.
I took a magnifying glass, I took a high-precision measure of the space between the three names and each of the drawings, and I recorded the numbers, and I observed the order of the writing, and suddenly, there was a surprise discovery.
In the name, the pen on the right is heavy to light, and it is connected to the first stroke of the left, which means that the person signs from the right to the left. It’s probably a left-handed guy with a writing habit!
And look closely at the last drawing before the pen is heavy, and the color of the pen is clearly deeper than it is.
I’m even more certain that the person who signs the money is left-handed.
Even if the three signatures were different, the handwriting could not be changed easily. Even if the font can change, it is difficult to change the writing characteristics and pen habits.
I can almost be sure that the three signatures are from the same person, but now there is no sign of Lee Yin, who can’t prove it.
Three days later, Li Ying sent money to Lee Fengjun. The captain will decide.
But the challenge before me is, in three days’ time, from which savings will he transfer money?
9
I marked each of the savings houses where I had sent money on a local map. In terms of distribution, these savings houses are just around the crime scene in Coal Hill.
I used a line to connect points and points. A line slowly sketches Li Ying ‘ s course of action: east, west, south and north, each time the money was deposited at the opposite of the previous one. I looked over the previous money transfer records and it was south.
It is not difficult to determine the direction, but to determine the specific location. There are three savings houses in the north, and there is no pattern — the three sites are randomly chosen — except for the next one, which is not going to be repeated.
Which one will Li Yi choose this time? I was driving, staring, looking for the difference between these savings houses. A savings house is like a mine, and behind the whole treasure map is the truth that I’ve been chasing more than 2,000 kilometres.
In the end, me and the captain decided to leave two savings houses in the north. The captain told me to choose which one I’ll guard.
Since Li is left-handed, choose left-handed.
It’s cold in the early spring, I’m in the back seat of the car, I’m covered in cotton, I don’t smoke and I don’t look at my phone. I’ve been trying to figure out what’s missing and I can’t sleep.
The most I’ve thought about those two days is that I used a mother’s thoughts on my son to get clues, and it was hard for me, but I couldn’t regret it. I had to deal with the parents of a 12-year-old girl who kneeled at me in the guesthouse.
I just wanted to ask, do the criminals ever think about their loved ones?
I last returned to his mother’s morning stand in the shantytown before returning to capture her.
I was sneaking back alone. For a long time, I chose to sit far away in the car without seeing Lee Fengcheng.
I was about to arrest Li, and reason told me that I should not see the mother of the murderer at this time. At the same time, I am even more afraid that all previous efforts will be wasted because I can’t control myself.
But there’s another voice inside, beating me like a whip — I lied to you about finding her. I lied to you from this mother who wanted her son home.
Li was clearly in a much better mood than she was when she last met, and she would put a plate with buns and oil bars on the table, lift up chopsticks and say hello to those who are familiar with them, and she would raise her head to thank them when they put money in the money box.
Lee Fengjun has hope because of the “news” he got from me.
Looking at Lee Fengcheng’s busy face by the hot oil pan, I smoked my nose and didn’t shed tears.
The sky is blinded and the light of light drives away the darkness. I started the car, slowly passed through the early hours and then stepped down the gas door.
I’m gonna get Li Ying.
10
On Sunday morning, at the entrance to the savings house north of the site, two cars, eight people.
I’m holding a bit of a faint head and staring at the door quietly.
For two days, I didn’t take the shift, I didn’t wash my face, I didn’t brush my teeth, I didn’t shave. Only two buns a day were eaten in the morning and went to the toilet because of the low amount of water, the high skin of the lips and the hotness of the throat.
The moment Li Yi was arrested.
The captain had made an early agreement with the bank’s staff, and when he saw the person who had sent the money to Lee Feng Chong, the clerk covered his head with his hand.
The door was open and the people running the business came in. On the radio, the voice of the head of the technical team came, “There’s too many people to see. I’m sorry.
The technical team had a photo of Li Yi, which could have been identified directly from the scene, but we didn’t know that there would be so many people.
There’s no signal from the clerk, and nobody moves.
A large homeless man with a small head, with a strong body, squeezed in with the crowd, had long hairs that covered his face, and his clothes were so dirty. The fronters saw him all dirty, and they turned their heads off.
At this point, a clerk with a cashier’s hand pointed at a homeless man, his mouth was open and his mouth was covered for the next second, and he struggled from the chair to back. The manager of the bank came in a hurry to see the money orders in the hands of the clerk, and immediately responded.
The manager put the clerk aside and sat at the counter, apologized and covered his head with his hands.
The captain’s voice came from the walkie-talkie, “Lao, you won the prize. Take the long-haired bum! Be safe! I’m sorry.
When I heard the sound, I sat up straight and wiped the air from the window.
“The target is out, lock!”
The homeless man came out of the bank about 100 metres, and there was a significant drop in the flow, and when he was bending over to pick up an empty water bottle, we caught him in the middle of two cars, right and left, and then waited for him to rise up, and five or six of the civilian police threw him to the ground.
Cuff it, search it, all right.
I got out of the car, and I was dazed and stuck by the door.
Half the faces of the homeless are on the ground, stabbing their skins and struggling. His eyes were red, his throat was loud and his veins were drummed out.
And I crouched down and covered his voice with all my strength.
Lee Fengjun asked me to take you home! I’m sorry.
When I heard that, the drifter was depressed, staring at me over his head, and his eyes were complicated.
I was so lost, I looked up and looked at the sky, I said, “It’s finally fucking clear!” I’m sorry.
The homeless man was put in the car on one left and one right, and I got in. And suddenly he thrust his head at me, and for a moment this face, mixed with blood and clay, made me look familiar.
“You saw my mom? * With a stench of stench, the phrase floats into everyone’s ears *
This homeless man is the one we’re looking for.
Look at him, I remembered the night I first came to the coal mine scene, when a homeless man knocked on my window and asked for a mineral water bottle, and he was Li Ying!
For 4,000 kilometres, who would have thought that the first person I met at the coal mountain site was the killer.
I didn’t answer Li Yi.
Eleven.
The tech team took Lee Yi’s fingerprints and DNA. Soon, the fingerprint matches confirmed that the fingerprints on the girl’s neck were the “vagrant” Lee.
The real owner of the bloodprint, finally found it.
When Lee got here, he didn’t fight as hard as he did when he was arrested. The civilian police, however, are not in a hurry, as the evidence is so strong that his failure to speak has little impact.
I spent a day in a military bed in the watchroom, dying to sleep until dusk.
Give me a cigarette and turn around. When I get back, I’ll have a bowl full of food. I put it in my mouth and the team leader sat right across from me until I finished.
“Li Yi wants to see you. I’m sorry.
I’ve got something to say about Li.
I followed the team leader into the interrogation room. Li Ying saw me and asked, “How’s my mom?” I’m sorry.
“I can only tell you that your mother, Lee Feng Chou, is out in the morning to save your money so that she can pay for the victim’s parents!” I’m sorry.
That’s the last thing I want to say to Li Yi.
Lee Yi ‘ s tears fell unmistakably, and began to weep, as they were dark as they could not see the colour of their faces and washed out a ditch with tears.
When he cried almost, I turned around, and I said, “You’re gonna have enough questions, but you’re gonna have to talk to your mother, and you’re gonna see your mother! I’m sorry.
Li Ying explained everything.
The first case of Li Ying was not an attempted rape; he was incapable. The person he wounded was his girlfriend. From adolescence he realized that he was different from his peers and he began to avoid all sexual-related topics.
Her girlfriend found out she was incapable and was determined to break up with him. Li was reluctant to block her on the way to her night shift and forcibly took her to a quiet place to prove it.
But Li Yi couldn’t do anything to get away with it. Li was crazy to grab a girlfriend’s hair and hit it on the ground, causing her to bleed inside her skull, leaving a lifetime of aftereffects.
When she came home, she fell down on her knees and said he was in trouble and was going to hide.
Lee Fengjun thought his son was fighting again, so he took the money and asked him to pay for it. However, Li Ying had been told that his girlfriend was seriously injured and had come to the police station to identify him.
He’s scared. He wants to escape. He wandered around, hiding more than 2,000 kilometres away from the coal mine, where he wanted to work as a black man and was afraid that he would be found and had to make a living from the waste.
Lee Ying has been thinking about her mother Lee Feng Chou, so that for more than three years the police didn’t look for her. Lee Ying thought it was time to pass, bought a bank card, wrote a note and delivered it to Lee Feng Chong.
In the note, Li Ying and her mother agreed to send money at the end of each month. He wanted to give his mother more points because he had the most money at the end of the month. I know it’s also Lee’s intention to say “Peace” to his mother.
When Lee picks up garbage, she often meets the miner’s daughter and wife. He’ll drive them away. That’s all the garbage they can sell, and when they pick it up, he’ll have less, and he won’t be able to transfer more money to Lee Fengjun.
On the day of the crime, Li Ying saw the little girl pick up garbage, but when her mother was away, Li Ying went after her.
While running, the little girl picked up a piece of coal and hit Li Yi, who was pissed off and ran for two steps to dump the girl on the coal mountain. Little girls struggled and Lee picked up a small piece of coal and hit the girl’s head.
The girl’s not moving, Lee’s panicking. If the little girl wakes up and calls the police, he will be arrested and no one will look after his mother.
We have to cut the roots. Li Yi finally reached out to the girl’s neck.
The civilian police asked him, “Why don’t we run thousands of kilometres more, like we did back then?”
Li Chi said he ran because someone recognized him. Why did he run this time?
He didn’t think he had another way.
12
What I didn’t realize was that Li Ying’s mother, Li Fengjun, had named me after her arrest.
I was prepared, even if the old lady was going to hit me, yell at me, spit in my face, I would admit it.
Lee Feng Chong looked at me with his crying eyes, and I couldn’t concentrate on reading what was in her eyes with my expertise. It’s like I went back to my mother and became the wrong kid.
Five years ago, on the day that her son was kneeling in front of Lee Fengjun, she thought that his son had just been fighting again and had left the house without much thought. She cried for days.
There was no news of the fugitive son, and less than a year later, Lee Fengcheng’s hair was completely white.
She wanted her son to come back and feared that he would be sentenced. She had to tell herself that she had to save more money for her son so that he could come back and pay less.
Since then, no matter what the wind and rain, Lee Fengjun’s morning stand has been set up.
The victim ‘ s family always went to the early hours of the rally, tossed out the eaters, took over the table, and Li Feng Chong never resisted. No matter how much she was scolded, no matter how much the people around her pointed at her, she suffered, without a tear.
Until one time, the other fell on the floor with the oil that Li Feng Chou had just blown out of the pot and stepped on a rare piece of soybean. Lee Fengjun was kicked down.
She got up with her teeth, grabbed the knife on the panel and put it around her neck.
“I give you my life!”
Everybody’s scared. Stop.
Lee Fengcheng told the families of the victims that she would pay them back, but that she would wait for his son to return to pay.
Lee Fengcheng had a stand, accidentally hit by a car and a broken leg. She was compensated, but not treated well, and as a result her legs were crippled — she wanted to leave the money for her son.
Two years ago, she received a package with a bank card and note from her son. Although it is still not clear where the son is, Li Feng Chong was happy for days knowing that he was safe.
The bank card the son gave her, the account holder was a “wilder” who was afraid of taking away his hard-earned money. Every time the son remitted the money, she took it out and deposited it with her own cari.
In Lee Fengjun’s heart, if you save up enough money, your son can come back.
I asked Lee Fengjun to see me the other day. I’m sorry.
Lee Feng Chong only said I was different from the cops she had seen before.
She would like to know the situation of her son and would like him to know what she was thinking. Because for so many years, the son and his contact was only a monthly transfer, except for that package, so when I gave her the money in the envelope, she believed that I was a friend of Lee Yin.
I asked her, “Mama, don’t you blame me? I’m sorry.
Lee Feng croaked and said, “If you want to blame me, I blame you for not catching my son earlier.” I’m sorry.
I turned my head and couldn’t look at her.
13
The day Li Yi was arrested, Li Fengjun did not receive his son ‘ s remittances on time.
She looked at the ATM and left it for one second until the card was swallowed.
Lee Fengjun’s heart is stoned — she knows that the ATM side, her son, fugitive Lee Yin, has been arrested.
No one knows better than her what it’s like to wait, but this time she may not even be able to wait.
She turned around, went to the bank counter and took all the money out.
Lee Feng Chong grabbed me with two cold, red hands, squeaked lips and tears, “When can he go home?” I’m sorry.
This time, I saw in her eyes the light that was going out, but I didn’t know how to answer.
Lee Feng Chong fell on his knees without warning, just like the miner couple. I’ll hold on.
She took a pocket on the ground and untied it with hundreds of dollars in it — the hope she had for years.
“This may not be enough. I can make money. He can come home early. I’m sorry.
Lee Feng Chong wiped his face with his coarse hands and then both hands pulled me to death as if they were holding their last hope.
I’ve gone too far to look into Lee’s eyes, breathed twice, and answered her as calmly as I could, “My Lady, I can’t be sure when he’ll come home because Li made a more serious mistake…”
Just as I told my old lady that her eyes would be irreversibly broken, I don’t know if I’d regret this moment in the future, but I can’t lie to her again.
I kept my promise to YI YEE and let him meet her.
Lee Yi is in handcuffs and shackles.
When he looked at Lee Fengjun, he did not speak, and he kneeled as soft as his legs. Li Ying had this move just now, and he was put up behind him by the military police, and Li Feng Chong’s mood went out of control and put his hand over the fence, trying to touch his son’s face.
Me and the civilian police stood in front of Lee Fengjun, and Lee Fengjun’s fist was stung to death. She leaned on my shoulder and her voice was crying.
Perhaps the strength of her hands was running out, and the squeezing of her hands was disappearing, leaving her begging eye on me.
I held my face and shook her head.
Lee Yin’s anklet can’t be released. It’s also locked in Lee Fengjun’s heart.
I let the cavalry take a look at it, and it was a bit difficult to let go, but it was a little loose.
Li Yi finally kneeled on the floor and slit his head.
“Mom! I’m sorry.
Lee Fengjun heard Li Yi shouted at her, as if she had returned to her body, standing straight and drying her tears with her arms.
“You look up and show your mom. I’m sorry.
Li-yi’s shoulder shivering, and he never looked up, and cried out the last words,
“Mom, I want to drink your soy sauce. I’m sorry.
On the way back, Lee Feng Chong was holding a large warmer cup in her arms, which contained soy milk.
I know how good that soy sauce is, but I can’t drink it. The coal mine couple lost their daughter and Lee Fengcheng lost his son.
I think this is a real punishment for Li Yi, which may be more painful than the law.
14
I gave her one of my bank cards before sending Lee Fengcheng back.
The money Li had sent Li Feng Chong to remind her at the end of each month that her escaped son had lived another month.
And now me and Lee Feng Chong, I’ll send her money every month on the 1st. Because the number 1 of the month is a new beginning.
Lee Feng Chong said she didn’t blame me, but I knew that her morning stand was still open day after day. This is a five-year late “new start,” so it’s not coming.
I should have caught Li Yin sooner.
Note
This is Liu’s most important case, and when he was talking to Master Blackie, he was very quiet and finally warned him, “Don’t do it again if you’re in too much personal. I’m sorry.
Liu knows it takes time to remain calm to be a trace examiner, but he’ll send money to Lee Fengcheng on 1st of the month, from March 2016 to August 2019, until news is received that Lee Fengcheng died.
It took him five days to solve her case, and the killer didn’t do it twice during that period, but it would have been nice if the crime had not happened to the deceased and Lee Fengjun.
Liu can’t make up for any of his debts. After Lee Fengjun died, Liu Shen gave her three years and five months’ credit card back in her hand, and when Liu Shen took it to sell it, she found that the money in it was barely moving.
The job of a trace examiner is to keep the world less open, but now Liu Xin wants fewer cases in the world as much as he wants to lose his job.
He now records these stories and wants to make a concept common: no crime can leave a trace. Record number: YXA1pN4AgyQuo5pwDQliJJJJO
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
