What mood did Ma Jun have in completing this case?
He mercilessly killed a person he had never met, perfectly covered up all the traces and evidence left behind, and then fabricated a grand reason for his crime, wrote a well-founded confession, and even The thoughtful person also left corresponding evidence.
Liang An had reason to believe that the people who went to the lake to search for the murder weapon would indeed find the dagger.
In order to make it become irrefutable evidence, Ma Jun may even leave some of his fingerprints in areas that are easily overlooked by ordinary people, and then wipe other areas of his grasp clean for maximum authenticity.
The omissions in his plan largely existed in only two aspects: the suicide note he took for granted and was left in his apartment for others to look at, and the fact that he was saved by a phone call and was still alive.
Looking at the latter from the perspective of a busybody, Liang An was only very curious about how Ma Jun would react after waking up.
But as a police officer, he was not sure that he could perfectly pry open this man's mouth.
What is it that he is trying to hide behind false statements?
Liang An drove the car and stopped on the road.
He opened the window and unlocked the door.
"You just called me out. Did you discover anything new?" Jiang Qiu, who was waiting aside, got into the car.
The phone was always open—perhaps one of the two had enough phone money and could spend it as he pleased without feeling distressed.
"We'll talk about the rest later. Has Jiang Zhuo contacted you?"
Watching Jiang Qiu get into the car and close the window. Liang An looked around and started the car.
Jiang Qiu shook his head.
"Then..." Liang An made a gesture.
Jiang Qiu lowered his head and watched as he buckled his seat belt, his expression unreadable, "There's nothing unusual, don't worry."
Liang An tilted his head with a calm expression, as if he was not surprised.
Let’s get down to business.
"We are now going to Li Liejun's alma mater, the school where he attended high school. The old school building was demolished and everything was moved near the city. Although it is not the place where he originally went to day school, all the materials and the staff who taught him are there That."
"Is it Linjiang Middle School?"
"What, you were schoolmates with him?"
Jiang Qiu shook his head.
"The old site of Linjiang Middle School is near your villa. I don't know what you...Jiang Zhuo had in putting the place directly under your name after that incident and what you did. But you, What I mean is, try not to follow his wishes.”
"I understand what you mean." Jiang Qiu raised her eyes, but did not look at him. Instead, she stared at the trees flying away outside the window. "So, what problems did you find about Li Liejun?"
Liang An sighed as it was rare for him to be perfunctory instead of someone else.
"The identification results of the book I said I found before have come out. The handwriting was probably written between Li Liejun's high school years and the time he joined the army. The error is within five years.
It's unlikely that the army has the conditions to specialize in such fancy and exquisite gifts. They are all grown men. Even if they are given to female soldiers, they may not have such sentiments. There may be some young people in high school who admire them - forget it, just fall in love early.
This is difficult to guess, but it is not difficult to guess. Maybe the target is a young artistic woman, or even a classmate of the same school, grade, or class. This range is a very directional clue. "
"Are you very concerned about Li Liejun?"
Stopping at the intersection with a traffic light, Liang An knocked on the steering wheel and sighed.
"I've always felt that this case was too perfect."
Jiang Qiu waited quietly for him to speak.
"From a criminal perspective, Li Liejun is a perfect victim. He doesn't go out, doesn't socialize, and except for the murderer, no one else may have even seen him in the days before his death.
Even if he has his own circle on the Internet, he is still a labeled 'big shot' in the game's social circle - but he is actually a transparent person.
Even if he was away for a few days, no one felt that something was wrong and took the initiative to contact him - of course, except for the gang leader who was obsessed with siege areas in the game and wanted his help, but assuming that none of us had contacted him, he probably wouldn't Is there any special reaction to Li Liejun's disappearance? This kind of sudden disappearance is too common in this circle. No one has a close relationship with him, and no one will easily discover his strangeness, or even his death. "
After being quiet for a while, Jiang Qiu looked out the window before turning back.
"Why would Ma Jun choose such a victim? Why on earth would he kill him? These are the questions?"
"We're here." Liang An stopped the car, "Let's go, I hope we can get...the results we hope to get."
The other side of the city.
There are often people coming and going at the entrance of the hospital, but few hospital entrances are as noisy as the vegetable market here.
The crowded flow of people couldn't fit into a single sidewalk, occupying half of the road, and even temporarily idle parking spaces were not spared - not because there were many patients in the city, but because many patients chose to come here. , even exceeded the planning expectations.
The name of Yuzhou First Hospital is almost as auspicious and convincing as the name of Fuzhou District where it is located.
The reason why patients who live a prosperous life and don't have to worry about travel expenses come here is that the medical conditions and resources here are superior. The quality of many expert doctors is well-known, which makes people feel relieved.
There is a small road near the entrance of the hospital, which leads to a dead end that is isolated due to the construction of a nearby building.
People who are more familiar with this place often park their cars here quietly, because it is far away from the main road and not where traffic passes. There are not many people walking around, and it is unlikely that people who come here for the first time will notice this small place. 'parking lot'.
The innermost side of the alley is a plastic barrier that separates the building from the outside world.
In front of the barrier slogan, a middle-aged man sat in the driver's seat of a gray car.
He seemed a little uneasy, frowning, and looking at the old clockwork watch in his hand from time to time - it is rare in this era, and it is probably almost ready to be regarded as an antique and sent to a museum.
There were only three scattered cars in the alley.
Except for a black car with a privacy film on the window, all the other landscapes were unobstructed.
The middle-aged man sitting there motionless seemed a little strange. He only made some movements when he opened the window for ventilation.
There were not many people passing by. Only the car owner who was farthest away from the car parked earlier and let his child get out of the car in advance. The child squatted on the ground and sang tuneless children's songs taught in the kindergarten. At that time, it added a bit of charm to this place. Lively.
"What should I do..." However, this could not relieve the middle-aged man's anxiety. He was still focused on his own business and didn't even hear clearly what the child was singing. He looked at his watch and took out another mobile phone - although the brand and price were not cheap, it was a rather old version of a smartphone.
He opened the address book, stared at the few lines of words that he could draw out skillfully, gritted his teeth, thought about it but didn't click on it.
"No...can't believe...they will betray me, they will..." He couldn't help but muttered, his wrinkled hands even trembled a little.
Then he scrolled up again and reached the top of the address book, the easiest one to click on.
【a. Hongguang】.
Judging from his serious and old-fashioned expression, this may not be a strange nickname, but a prefix "a" specially set to put this correspondent at the top and make it easier to click on it.
He stared at those words, but still didn't make up his mind to click on them.
"Hey old man, don't block the road. I'm in a hurry. Hurry up and move the car!"
The sound insulation of the car was not good, and the middle-aged man was stunned when he heard the sound.
He raised his eyes and looked over. The direction of the sound was the black car, which seemed to be about to dump into a position near the other side of the barrier.
"Why don't you hurry up?" The car approached, and the window was facing the middle-aged man. But because of the privacy film on the car window, no one could be seen inside.
"I won't block your way." The middle-aged man responded. His tone was anxious and somewhat dissatisfied, and the clay figure was also very angry.
"Why don't you block it?" came a young male voice from the black car, seemingly a little angry, "You old guy, don't be ignorant..."
And slowly opened the car window a little.
The middle-aged man now seems to be frightened. He felt something was wrong and couldn't help but lean towards the passenger seat.
The car window opened a little and suddenly stopped.
"Don't move." The voice from the black car was lowered, and it seemed to be threatening.
"you……"
Before the middle-aged man could react, something was thrown out of the car window.
It drew an arc and fell right into the window of the gray car.
The black car began to speed past in the blink of an eye, and disappeared from the middle-aged man's sight in less than ten seconds.
He was still a little distracted, even unable to hold the thing, and almost threw it away.
It just hit him in the driver's seat.
Slowly, he lowered his head and just stared at the thing blankly.
It was a small flip phone, and the screen was still flashing with the brightness turned to the lowest level, but there was no light on the screen.
The black car is moving forward at a constant speed.
The young man sitting in the driver's seat put the hood of his black hoodie on his head.
I don’t know if it will block his vision, but if the traffic police finds him in this posture while driving, he may have to be severely detained and educated on everything from driving safety to attitude.
He even hummed a song leisurely - the song sung by the little girl squatting aside waiting for her mother, unchanged.
For such a familiar children's song, he didn't even change the out-of-tune notes, and just followed it up to the sky - the parts that weren't out of tune were actually quite nice.
He hummed half of it, getting to the last note that the little girl sang as she waited for it to be over and took her mother's hand to leave.
He paused and smacked his lips with some regret.
"It should be more interesting next time, right?"
While waiting for the red light, he took the time to play with his mobile phone for a few seconds - another action that deserved a lesson, which made people wonder whether he should not be issued a driver's license, and whether the driving school instructor who allowed him to pass the third grade should be sued. He scammed.
"What a pity, the hospital surveillance can't see it." His eyes were a little disappointed, "Otherwise, I would have to have a lot of fun."
"Are you right?"
He turned his head slightly, as if he was looking at something.
But there was no one in the car except himself.
