Chapter 9 Yisha 09 Finally

Lin Chen was awakened by a knock on the window.

A cleaning aunt wearing a yellow poncho stood outside the window. He got up and opened the window, only to hear the aunt say angrily, "Xiao Lin, do you have the key to Yanqing's tool room?"

Lin Chen shook his head, suddenly remembered something, and asked, "Isn't the whole school closed today?"

"Is the school closed, and the boss didn't give us a vacation." Auntie leaned on a long broom, "We have to work hard to sweep the floor."

Lin Chen was keenly aware of the abnormality here, why did Auntie Cleaning come to ask him for the key to Yu Yanqing's tool room?

Thinking of this, he asked, "Who asked you to ask me for the key to Yu Yanqing's tool room?"

"Oh, you have such a good relationship." Auntie smiled, seeing good-looking young people, the old aunts always joked a little more: "She resigned and said she left the key to you, right? Here with you, who doesn't know, she always runs to you when she has something to do..."

The old aunt was still chattering, but Lin Chen suddenly had a bad feeling.

Yu Yanqing resigned, but did not return the key to the tool room, and said to the rest, the key is with him?

But he really didn't get any keys. If he didn't have the keys, of course the logistics department would break the door.

So what's behind the door?

"The key may be with me, but I have to look for it. Please go and clean the other place first, okay?" Lin Chen bowed slightly, and after speaking to his aunt, he turned around and went back to the bed, and called Xing Cong with his mobile phone. even the phone,

...

When Xing Conglian arrived, Lin Chen was alone, leaning on the door of the basement entrance, apparently spending a lot of time alone.

Seeing Xing Conglian followed the forensic officer and the forensic doctor, he nodded, stood up straight, and got out of the way.

There was only a dim yellow light in the stairwell, which made his face gloomy, even a little sad.

As a criminal investigator, Xing Conglian could of course smell the unusual stench in the air. His face darkened, he put on gloves, and opened the door of the basement. The strong smell of blood forced everyone to breathe.

The criminal police, who are used to dealing with the scene, have blocked the cordon according to the regulations, all the lights are on, the lights are dazzling, and the dark underground space is like daytime.

Damaged desks, dilapidated beds, and scattered textbooks, every item in the basement was illuminated brightly and clearly by spotlights, and even the dust was covered with a layer of fluorescent light.

At the end of the entire space, there is a closed, ochre-colored wooden door.

A police officer found a master key and asked Xing Conglian for instructions.

Xing Conglian glanced at Lin Chen, took the key and walked to the black wooden door.

Opening the door is a very simple matter. Insert the key into the keyhole, twist it gently, and with a click, the door is opened.

Xing Conglian felt that it was hard to find anything more difficult and bitter in the world.

The smell of blood drifted out along the crack of the door,

His hand rested on the door panel, looked at Lin Chen again, and said, "I even have to suspect that you are the murderer."

The flashlight blazed brightly, illuminating the room, and the scene inside was terrifying.

In the small tool room, there are countless tools, mops, large shears for trimming flowers and trees, hoes, broken plant roots, and all kinds of debris are stacked on each other, forming a dirty and heavy black background.

Yu Yanqing was naked, squatting in the corner. She had countless fine wounds on her body, and blood was sprayed in every corner of the room, as if countless scarlet earthworms were climbing and sucking all the heat of life.

In her hand was a small knife commonly found in students' pencil boxes. The handle was light blue, and the blade was covered with blood.

Rao is a police officer who is used to seeing murder scenes, and many people can't stand such a bloody scene. The scene is very quiet, and the needle drop can be heard.

The first thing that sounded was the click of the shutter, the flash came on one after another, and the police officers of the forensics department squatted down and took pictures of the scene from different angles.

Then the forensic doctor walked in, and Yu Yanqing laid down, his movements were indescribably slow and solemn.

No one speaks.

The moment Yan Qing lay down, a handful of fine sand was exposed between her stiff fingers.

A handful of white, delicate sand, like countless aphids, swarming out.

Xing Conglian grabbed Lin Chen and dragged him out of the basement.

Typhoon days are always weird, the rainstorm stopped at some point, and the sky was so low that it seemed like it was about to fall in the next moment.

Xing Conglian pressed Lin Chen on the bench, and behind him was the lush camphor.

He took mineral water from the trunk of the car, stuffed it into Lin Chen's hand, and then sat down.

As a criminal policeman, he knew very well that apart from gods, the only people who could predict life and death were murderers and insiders, but he was very sure that Lin Chen was not a murderer. Then, the question arose: what role did Lin Chen play in these incidents? character of.

"I'm not the murderer." Lin Chen unscrewed the bottle cap and said very seriously and calmly.

Few can face the doubts and explain it so plainly.

"When the Park incident happened, you were at the police station, of course you were not the murderer." Xing Conglian said.

"If you believe me, then I'm not the murderer of Yu Yanqing." Lin Chen raised his head and took a sip of water.

This is the second time Lin Chen said, if you believe me. Xing Conglian thought, of course I still believe in you.

But some words cannot be said, and some things must be asked clearly

"Why?" Xing Conglian asked.

"Remember that letter?"

"Um."

"She said, 'My dear, I can finally face death calmly', I...Finally..." Lin Chen stared at Xing Conglian with cold eyes, "Think about it, when would you use such a word ?"

"I finally ate crayfish, I finally drank cold beer..." Xing Conglian answered honestly.

"It's an indication of a state of being done or about to be done, and it contains a feeling of extreme urgency."

Xing Conglian nodded, indicating that he understood what Lin Chen meant.

But even if Yu Yanqing had already decided to die when he wrote that letter, it did not mean that Yu Yanqing was not the murderer who destroyed the rings and killed the young man.

There is no necessary logical connection between the two.

Xing Cong paused for a while, and suddenly thought of one of the possibilities: "Could Yu Yanqing be forced?"

Lin Chen shook his head: "All her words are in the first person, which shows that she was very self-aware when she wrote this letter..." Lin Chen's tone was rare and gentle, as if she was missing something, " She also wrote some letters to me before, and the font of the letter before her death is no different. You know, if Yu Yanqing was under coercion, then her emotions would fluctuate strongly, and the words she wrote would definitely tremble. The font is messy, however, I didn't notice that."

Xing Conglian scratched his messy hair: "What the hell is this girl thinking, is everything she writes so cold?"

"I've only read some of the letters, and the rest, I think, can be taken as relics of the deceased and handed over to the police."

Lin Chen was a little sad.

In collecting those letters, he had never really thought about what to do with them one day.

Maybe one day, he will quit his job at the school and will not take these letters away, but it is obviously the most sad destination to hand over all the thoughts of a girl to the police.

He went back to the dormitory to get the letter. In front of the dormitory, someone was waiting.

It was three men in suits and ties.

They were neatly dressed, their faces solemn, and even their leather shoes were meticulously polished.

Two of them, Lin Chen had seen in the publicity column of the third primary school in the city, they were the school principal and a board member, and the other was someone Lin Chen had known for a long time.

Many times, in the homestay or in the hut, Lin Chen was awakened by a knock on the door, and the person standing at the door was this one.

"Hello, Mr. Butler." Lin Chen stood in front of his small dormitory, bowed slightly, and saluted the tall and thin man standing at the front.

In this day and age, those who can hire a housekeeper must be rich.

And if he can afford a silver-haired, noble butler, he must be a top rich man.

Therefore, when such a wealthy housekeeper stood in front of a somewhat shabby school and a simple dormitory, he seemed so out of place.

As if choked by dust, and as before all the villains in the movie speak, Chen Ping coughed lightly.

He lowered his head, somewhat condescendingly, looking at the young man in front of him.

He actually admired Lin Chen very much.

How should I put it, as the old housekeeper of the Chen family, he knows too many secrets. He is very clear about what this young man has done, and he is very clear about what kind of paranoid his master is.

Just like the gust of wind and the mustard that grows under the blow of the gust of wind, young people who can survive calmly under endless oppression are always amazing.

But he is very professional. The Chen family gives him an annual salary equivalent to that of any corporate executive. His existence is to solve all kinds of troubles for the masters, of course, including trouble.

So he drove hundreds of Axioms, rushed to Hongjing, found the local relationship of the Chen family, and then went to find the director of Hongjing City No. 3 Primary School and made a request.

Few people can refuse the request made by the Chen family, not to mention, it is just such a trivial request.

Fire one of the school's dormitories.

In fact, this trivial matter did not require the school principal and directors to come forward.

He didn't even need to meet this side with Lin Chen.

But it just so happened that when he was about to leave, someone rushed out of the principal's room.

The man said that a body was found in the school, and it was a dormitory named Lin Chen who called the police.

"Lin Chen, right? You were fired." The principal said with his head held high.

"Why?" Lin Chen glanced at the noble housekeeper and the proud principal.

"Look at how smoky you have made the dormitory look. There are corpses hidden in the dormitory building. Isn't it the responsibility of your dormitory manager? You see that you have recruited all the police!" The whole building can hear it.

"okay."

The roar lingered, and a voice as dull as clear water sounded immediately.

The headmaster was a little stunned. He didn't expect that the young dormitory would agree so bluntly. It was too dismissive and an understatement.

Just when he wanted to respond, another voice that was more understated and more indifferent came from behind him.

"Principal~ Excuse me, are you dissatisfied with our police work?"