Chapter 2 One Sand 02 White Sand

Hongjing is an old city.

This means that the city has seen too many waves, and no matter what big things happen here, it will not be able to set off any ripples. The morning sun will rise as usual, students will get up early as usual, and the sound of morning reading will also sound on campus as usual.

These situations are no different from the past.

After Lin Chen checked the student dormitory as usual, he ticked the last blank on the roster, then turned to the previous page and looked at the only unchecked name.

As a school dormitory, I am most afraid of encountering such a situation.

Just five minutes ago, he received a call from the school teacher, saying that Zheng Xiaoming, who was in the third class of the year, did not appear in the classroom for morning reading, and asked him to go to the dormitory to wake up the bedridden children.

But what really surprised him was that after checking the dormitory, he didn't see any students stranded.

The blue and white flower curtains in the dormitory were blown by the wind. Lin Chen sighed. After working here for three years, it seems that this is the first time he has encountered a missing student.

He turned the pen lightly, and in his impression, Zheng Xiaoming was a taciturn fat dude, and there was no sign of rebellion. Moreover, the school was strictly guarded, and the guard would not easily let the child go out alone. Then, it seemed that he was taken away by the parents or Is it more likely to be kidnapped?

As if to confirm his thoughts, his cell phone rang suddenly.

He took out his phone, and on the screen was an unidentified mobile phone number belonging to Hongjing City.

He connected the phone, pressed the record button, and then heard a long and lazy voice from the receiver: "Mr. Lin, do you know Zheng Xiaoming?"

"know."

"Oh, Xiao Ming is in my hands now, please put on your wallet and come to Cangshui Bridge, Yanjia Lane to claim it. Thank you for your cooperation."

After the other party finished speaking, he simply hung up the phone.

Lin Chen looked at the string of numbers on the screen, but didn't react for a while.

Compared to the first time he met a student who went missing, it was also the first time he met such a freewheeling "kidnap".

However, after hesitating for a moment whether he should call the police, he grabbed his wallet and headed out on the bus.

The day the kidnappers chose was very good, the trees were green and flowers were red, and even the river water under the Cangshui Bridge was as bright as glass that had just been cleaned.

As if being located whereabouts, he just walked onto the stone bridge when the phone rang again.

The kidnapper's voice was hoarse and calm: "Mr. Lin, please turn left, I will wait for you at the sixth door."

Probably all kidnappers love to command others. Before Lin Chen thought about the cold joke about "six doors", the number 6 of Yanjiaxiang had already appeared in front of him.

White walls and black tiles, old doors and windows.

The wooden door creaked open, and he looked up to see an unshaven man standing in the door frame.

The man held a cigarette in his left hand and supported the door frame with his right hand. The sun was falling from the sky. His eyes were drowsy, but his eye sockets were deep. Those eyes were vaguely green with lake water, and his eyes were very unscrupulous. Heaven, this water, this city full of spring, are all things that can be easily thrown away.

A man who doesn't care about what he looks at probably won't really kidnap an 80-pound little fat man.

Lin Chen said calmly: "I'm here to pick up the kid in your house, thank you for taking him in."

After he finished speaking, he bowed slowly, but he didn't hear the polite response he imagined. He looked up and saw that the other party put the cigarette into his mouth, and the three free fingers were pressed together and rubbed lightly.

Obviously, the phrase "bring your wallet" just now wasn't a joke.

Lin Chen was a little speechless, but he still put his hand into the pocket of his overalls, took out a dark purple note with a missing corner, and said, "Exactly five dollars."

The man took the money and put it in his trousers pocket again, not ashamed at all. He raised his hand to take a breath, and then moved to the side, but his hand still rested on the door frame.

Lin Chen bowed slightly in thanks, squeezed into the room under the man's arm, and walked inside.

On the wooden bed on the river side, he saw a pouted little butt.

"It's not a good thing to skip class."

He sat down beside the bed, reached out and fished out Zheng Xiaoming, who was pretending to be an ostrich, put the person on the bed, then bent down, picked up the shoes on the ground, put them on the children's feet, and continued: "Of course it's a man, It’s understandable to make mistakes every now and then.” He laced his shoes patiently, and said, “But the problem is, firstly I don’t like going out, and secondly I’m really poor, so instead of calling me, sneak away is a more appropriate way to deal with it.”

His voice was very soft, and the fat man looked at the man who was still smoking at the door, and wanted to cry.

Lin Chen glanced at the little fat man, and then at the man who was smiling but not smiling, his eyes finally fell on a set of navy blue uniforms in the corner of the room.

When a normal and well-meaning citizen picks up a lost child, the first reaction should be to send it to the police station. Then, a citizen who can torture the child about the number of the dormitory manager and wait for someone to come to pick him up is obviously not well-intentioned.

Lin Chen retracted his gaze, held the child's hand, and turned to leave.

Just as he was about to cross the door of the first room, he heard a squeak, and then his wrist became cold, and a pair of silver shackles was added to his wrist.

Lin Chen looked at the child beside his leg, and said helplessly, "Of course, if you provoke the police, don't run away. It would be more appropriate to be coquettish and cute to hug your thigh."

"Mr. Lin is really a wonderful person, why don't we have a cup of tea together?" The police officer on the side said slowly.

"I'm not very suitable for going to the police station." Lin Chen thought about it seriously and answered like this.

"You'll get used to it after a few more visits." The other party said with a smile.

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There are many people who may have never been in the police station in their entire lives, and it is more appropriate to say that many people have never been in the interrogation room of the police station in their entire lives.

Therefore, if you can solve the problem by acting cute and cute, don't make it a big issue. After all, the interrogation room of the police station is always very gloomy and depressing.

There will be iron bars on the window, and on the wall facing you, there will be big characters like confession, leniency and resistance, and the righteous police officer will ask you to explain things clearly. At the same time, you may be subject to many People watched quietly.

Zhang Xiaolong is an ordinary female police officer of the Hongjing City Criminal Police Team.

She was standing outside the one-way glass at the moment, monitoring the suspect's every move in the interrogation room.

From time to time, she lowered her head and recorded something in the notebook, perhaps because she was too serious, until the low and hoarse voice came, she realized that there were two people around her.

"How's it going?"

Zhang Xiaolong turned her head and looked at the handsome profile of the new captain, and then blushed in desperation, but as a police academy student who has received strict training, she quickly adjusted her mind and reported: "Captain, the person you brought has already sat down. After one hour and thirteen minutes, he just looked at the photos!" Zhang Xiaolong hurriedly looked at the table below, and flipped through two pages of notes, "According to your request, no one spoke to him, only half an hour ago. Went in to deliver water, but he didn't drink it. Oh, the third photo he saw the most was the third one, it's really weird, Captain, there must be something wrong with this guy!"

The little girl pressed the ballpoint pen twice, looked at the young man in the interrogation room, and said excitedly.

To be honest, Zhang Xiaolong actually didn't have any ill will towards the young man, after all, he was the gentleman she liked very much.

The young man's hair was very dark, and his eyes were bottomless. He was a little thin and not tall, but perhaps it was the calm face or the serious eyes that made him appear solemn and stable. Just like the pine in the mountains or the bamboo by the lake, when the wind blows, there is an extremely clean atmosphere.

If that's the case, then there's really nothing suspicious at all, but after sitting in the interrogation room for so long, he really just stared at the three photos without making any noise, without even raising his head, how can a normal person do this good patience?

So it's still not normal!

Zhang Xiaolong thought so, and her eyes followed to the three photos on the table.

In the first photo, it was an old man with a peaceful face. The old man was lying on the bed, wearing a royal blue shroud, and it looked as if he had just fallen into a deep sleep.

The second photo shows that the old man is lying in the morgue, because there are corpses with white sheets next to him.

If the first two photos are a bit cold, then the third photo looks weird.

In the first two photos, the old man is lying flat in a shop. The old man's eyes are closed and he is wearing an old navy blue uniform. He is lying on the ground with bloodstains around him. If you look closely at the photos, you will find that the old man's side White sand poured out of his pocket.

...

If the photos are placed in chronological order, it means that the old man who was lying in the hospital morgue was carried from the hospital to the troubled street for unknown reasons.

Ordinary people obviously don't have this hobby. If this is not a medical trouble, it is a big trouble.

But no matter what the trouble is, it's all the police's business, and it doesn't seem to have anything to do with a small dormitory like him?

Lin Chen pondered, the door of the interrogation room was pushed open with a creak.

He looked up and saw a policewoman sitting down in front of him.

"Lin Chen, where are you from 1 to 3 pm on September 7th?"

The female police officer's voice was clear and crisp, and before she even had time to open the file, she had already asked the question.

"In the city's small dormitory management station." Lin Chen glanced at the photo again, looked at the policewoman in front of him, and replied slowly.

The female police officer is very beautiful, with long black hair and white earlobes, and in those round and white ears, there is also a small wireless earphone.

"Can anyone testify?" The policewoman hurriedly interrupted him and continued to add, "You said you were in the dormitory management station, who can testify?"

"During the time you mentioned, I was alone at the dormitory management station, and the students were all in class. Indeed, no one could testify."

After Lin Chen answered, it was obvious that the policewoman was a little depressed. She lowered her head and pressed the pen, and continued to ask according to the questions in the notebook: "Then, have you been to the Third Hospital recently?"

Obviously, someone wrote the question in advance and sent his subordinates to ask for the confession, so of course the leader stood behind the one-way glass and observed his every move.

Just for a corpse that was moved, obviously there's no need to go to such trouble.

"Tell me, why are you arresting me?" Lin Chen interrupted the policewoman's question.

The policewoman's eyes wandered, and she subconsciously looked at the glass wall on the side of the interrogation room.

Lin Chen leaned forward and probably understood what it was for: "I heard that recently, in the mortuary of the Third Hospital, there are always neatly dressed male corpses, and a handful of white sand always appears beside the corpse." He He stared at the policewoman's eyes, then leaned back in the chair, "This is extremely weird, if the city bureau finds it difficult, there will probably be two kinds of people for help - one is a Taoist priest, the other is a psychologist... So, you guys The partner unit is H, right?"

Zhang Xiaolong's eyes widened, staring at Lin Chen like a pervert. Suddenly, she pressed the headset, as if she had received some instructions from it, she stood up suddenly, turned around and left.

Lin Chen turned his body, aimed at the one-way glass, and said lightly, "Come out, don't hide."

After a while, the door to the interrogation room was opened again.

A fat man pushed the door and came in. He held a hot water bottle in his left hand and a freshly washed porcelain cup in his right. He put the cup on the table, took out a paper bag of tea from his pocket, poured it into the cup, and poured it quickly. Into the hot water, the action is like running clouds and flowing water, in one go. After doing all this, he bent down and handed out the teacup respectfully, his voice trembling: "Master...Senior brother..."

"It turned out to be Professor Fu." Lin Chen didn't take the teacup, his tone was a little cold.

"Senior brother... I didn't arrest you!" As the only external criminal psychology expert hired by the city bureau, Fu Hao rarely felt at a loss when he was in the police station. "Why arrest me?" Lin Chen asked neatly.

"It's a handful of sand."

"What kind of evidence is this?"

"Senior brother, I don't dare to deceive you." Fu Hao leaned forward, a bit dog-legged, "There has been a lot of panic in the city hospital recently. Every once in a while, a dead body appears in the morgue. The body is neatly dressed, and the corner of the bed There's always fine sand, you know that."

Lin Chen nodded.

"This morning, the captain of the criminal police team encountered a lost child on the side of the road. The child was clawing at the car window, took out a handful of sand from his pocket, and said uncle, I want to eat KFC, can I exchange this with you?"

"Genius." Lin Chen could hardly believe his ears.

"Hehe." Fu Hao said with a smile, "Afterwards, after comparison at the physical evidence office, the sand that the child took out should be the same as the one next to the corpse."

"What a coincidence." Lin Chen frowned.

"It's more than a coincidence, brother, do you know? Just yesterday, there was a riot in Chunshui Street. An old man fell to the ground in front of everyone's eyes. When the ambulance arrived, he said that the old man had been dead for at least several hours." Fu Hao lowered his voice. After hearing his voice, he said word by word, "Also, a handful of sand fell out of the old man's pocket."

"What kind of sand is it?"

"Very special sand, very white, but the physical evidence has not yet been figured out."

After Lin Chen heard this, he frowned: "Bring it to me to see."

Before he could finish his sentence, the door of the interrogation room was pushed open again, and a man with a shaggy beard carried an evidence bag and walked in generously.

"Mr. Lin, my surname is Xing, Xing Conglian." The man changed into a police uniform at some point, with a dignified manner and an excellent attitude. Have you ever seen this kind of sand?"

Lin Chen didn't bother to look at him, so he just picked up the bag of sand on the table.

The whole generation of sand weighs about 50g. He opened the evidence bag and carefully twisted it up a bit.

The sand is very white and the particles are very clean, which is obviously different from the rough stones on the construction site or the fine sand on the beach.

Lin Chen put Baisha back in the bag, he looked at Fu Hao, his tone was cold: "Have you never seen this sand?"

"It doesn't seem to be." Fu Hao answered honestly.

"I don't know this, how did you graduate?" Lin Chen asked seriously.