Chapter 232 Wufu 69 Unknown

Although it has also experienced good preservation, the archival paper is still yellow and old, like a buried history.

Lin Chen touched the dossier paper and read it page by page.

It should be an accident, the cause and the result are very simple.

The deceased was a homeless person. According to the residents who reported the case, it was very cold at that time, which was a major cold wave once in decades. They went out to buy groceries in the morning and saw the homeless people who lived in their neighborhood all the year round die in the freezing rain outside.

Residents suspect that due to the cold and slippery weather, the homeless man stumbled and fell, and his head hit the stone steps beside the bridge, resulting in a comminuted skull fracture and death.

The person who called the police was a resident of the street. After police officers arrived at the scene of the crime, they questioned many neighbors. The result proved that the death of the homeless man was purely accidental.

Lin Chen turned to the third page, which recorded the witnesses and confessions that the police officers had asked at that time, including their addresses, names and other basic information.

Chen Jianguo, who lives at No. 3 Xiaolin Lane, said that at five o'clock in the morning, he did hear shouting outside the house, but the sound was very short at the time. regret not getting up earlier to have a look.

Next, around the bridge, the police questioned the residents of No. 5, 7, 9, and No. 2, 6, and 8 around Xiaolin Lane, and they all obtained similar testimony.

Lin Chen quickly turned to the fourth page, looking at the recorded names, paragraphs of testimony signed by the person being questioned, and unfolded the accidental death case in his mind.

...

Lin Chen looked slower and slower, the files on his right were stacked higher and higher, and finally, the slight change in Lin Chen's calm face caught Xing Conglian's attention.

"What did you find?" Xing Conglian asked.

Lin Chen calmed his breath and said, "Everyone, please stop, you can call back all those people you sent out."

Xing Conglian frowned, and his eyes fell on the file in Lin Chen's hand again: "You found it, so fast?"

Lin Chen's finger pointed at the dossier, and said calmly, "It should be this one."

Xing Conglian immediately clapped his hands, attracting the attention of all the police officers who were immersed in the file, and said loudly: "Stop, organize the file in your hand, put it back in the box according to the year, and you can leave."

All the police officers have just been immersed in this job for less than half an hour. Those trivial or bizarre old cases seem to bring people back to that era, so they still have some bewildered confusion on their faces. Everyone wanted to get a little answer from Lin Chen's expression, however, Lin Chen's eyes were still like water, and he kept his eyebrows brooding and thoughtful, so that people couldn't see the slightest clue.

Soon, the box containing the file was filled again, the police officers exited one by one, and the office door was closed.

Wang Dynasty, who was sitting on the sofa and licking lemon-flavored lollipops, couldn't wait to run to Lin Chen, Xing Conglian sat down beside Lin Chen, and Chao Dynasty stuck between him and Lin Chen, squatting down like a small pet, watching Looking at Lin Chen, he asked curiously, "Brother Achen, what happened to this case?"

Lin Chen handed over the file, leaned back on the chair, and closed his eyes slightly.

Wang Chao really looked at himself, and Xing Conglian copied the file from the young man's hand and slapped it on the opponent's forehead: "You have a lot of things to do, do you understand?"

Wang Dynasty shouted loudly: "Boss, this file just passed from your hands!"

Xing Conglian then picked up the dossier, and without hesitation, took another note of the evil son.

"Dynasty." Lin Chen finally spoke slowly, "Can you get the layout of Xiaolin Lane back then?"

Dynasty snapped his fingers, I took a look, let me draw it for you.

Lin Chen tilted his head and said, "Please mark the specific name of each household."

At that time, Wang Chao had already got up to draw paper, and when he heard this request, the young man couldn't help but be stunned: "I haven't seen this before, I've checked it and marked it up."

"No, I'll tell you, just mark it." Lin Chen said.

Soon, a geographic map of the bridge appeared on paper around the accidental death of the homeless man when he fell. Lin Chen reported the house numbers of the households in the eyewitness testimony, and the dynasty marked it out bit by bit.

"Li Wanru, No. 8 Xiaolin Lane..."

After Lin Chen finished reporting, he paused for a long time, while Wang Chao was still holding the pen, waiting for his next words, because there was still an empty space on the paper: "Brother Achen, where is number 4?"

Lin Chen's face was as calm as water, he just stared at the young man, Xia Yang was shining brightly outside the window, Lin Chen said lightly, "Guess what?"

Dynasty took a deep breath: "Shen Lianjia?"

When a homeless man died, the police took notes and searched all the surrounding residents, but Shen Lian's family was missing, which seemed to be no problem. Maybe something happened to Shen Lian's family in those few days, or maybe the Shen family happened to be traveling. In short, there are countless reasons to explain this small point, but the more Xing Conglian looked at the transcript, the more he understood the sense of certainty in Lin Chen's heart. Why come.

For example, Li Wanru of No. 8 Xiaolin Lane said. The homeless man had lived on their street for many years, and no one had ever cared about it, except when the shelter staff shoveled the mangy dog ​​around for a while when the civilized city was built. Now that people are dead, everyone can't say that they are applauding, but they are always relieved. When asked what happened outside when the homeless man died, Li Wanru also said that it was so cold, she was still sleeping at the time, and she didn't know what was going on outside.

Seeing the end, Xing Conglian swept his gaze to the name of the police officer on duty—Bian Yuan.

He stood up, put the police uniform on his arm, and said to the other two people in the office, "Are you hungry, eat dumplings, I invite you."

...

Laobian Dumpling is just outside the city bureau's criminal police team.

Bian Ben is a remote surname, and the ancestors of the Bian family are said to have been royal chefs, so they have good craftsmanship. And Laobian is the one who has gone wild in the family. He worked as a policeman when he was young. After retirement, because his little grandson loved the dumplings he made, he simply opened a shop, specializing in the business of colleagues in the police station.

When Xing Conglian entered the store, the air-conditioning in the store was at its lowest level, but because of the steaming dumplings and the police officers coming and going, the store was as hot as a steamer. The familiar police officer greeted Xing Conglian to sit down, Xing Conglian pretended to look at the menu posted on the wall, Wang Chao couldn't contain the anxiety in his heart, and whispered: "Boss, boss, time is so tight, what are you doing? Let's eat dumplings, is there a clue here?"

When Lin Chen saw the sign of the dumpling restaurant, he seemed to understand it, so Consultant Lin just said kindly, "Sanxian, vinegar without garlic."

It was the owner himself who came to book the account. Xing Cong patted the shoulder of the policeman sitting next to him and said, "Put it on my account."

The other party understood and immediately got up and left.

Of course, the dumpling shop outside the police station knows this very well, Lao Bian sat down in the empty seat and said, "Old Xing, let me tell you, since I opened a dumpling shop outside the police station, this place is about to become an information relay. Stop and ask if you have anything."

Lin Chen put the file on the table and pushed it in front of Laobian: "I want to ask you some information about this case."

Laobian put down the small book in his hand, took out reading glasses from the front and put them on. When he opened the first page, his expression changed.

Xing Conglian knew that they might be getting closer to the answer.

"This case..." The old man dragged his tune and sighed, "What do you want to ask?"

"Why is there no statement from the Shen family at No. 4 Xiaolin Lane in the transcript?" Lin Chen asked.

The old man pushed his glasses, saw Lin Chen, and said with emotion, "As expected of consultant Lin. But before I answer, can I ask, what happened?"

"About the little girl in the Shen family." Lin Chen said vaguely, "At that time, she was probably in junior high school."

With a sharp look on Laobian's face, he shook his head and said directly, "Is it called Shen Lian?"

The second floor of the dumpling restaurant is where Laobian lives. The retired old police officers took them upstairs, took out a stack of files from the wooden shelf, turned to the current year in chronological order, and took out a thin file from it and handed it over. come over.

Xing Conglian looked down. Specifically, it should be a one-page dossier that was not recorded in the dossier.

Lao Bian said, "The Shen family didn't make a confession because they went back to their hometown in those few days."

"Don't you have any doubts?" Xing Conglian felt that the temperature of the small building had dropped.

"Look at this record first." Lao Bian didn't answer directly.

On February 26, that is, a month and a half after the homeless death, a resident of Xiaolin Street took the initiative to find the police to provide clues to the case.

The name of the resident who provided the clues refused to disclose his name, but it seemed that he should still be a junior high school student.

The junior high school student told the police that her home was very close to the scene of the crime, so she was very aware of the real development of the incident. The homeless man who slipped and crashed to his death on the stone bridge was not an accident, but was pushed over and hit the steps to his death.

The junior high school students provided several names at the time, including Li Wanru, Chen Jianguo and Li Guoqing, and recounted some of the events on the night of the crime.

The junior high school girl who provided clues said that it was extremely windy and rainy that night. She went home from a cram school at night and witnessed a dispute between a resident Chen Jianguo and a homeless person.

At that time, many residents of Xiaolin Lane witnessed the tragedy, but everyone was covering up Chen Jianguo, and no one was willing to stand up and tell the truth. She wanted to report the crime at the time, but was dragged back to her hometown by her parents, and now she mustered up the courage to find the police.

Xing Conglian raised his head from the dossier.

"Have you investigated?" he asked.

"The girl has no way to provide conclusive or even indirect evidence. We re-investigated the scene based on what she said, and found no doubts, nor did we find the bloodstains she said. We asked the surrounding residents again, All the residents have the same statement, and there is nothing abnormal. We have conducted four investigations four times in total, and all the results are saying that this girl who came to us is lying.”

Xing Conglian frowned and finally asked, "Why didn't you put this investigation record in the official big file?"