At eight o'clock the next morning, Liang An arrived at the filming scene in time.
Huang Xiao had long since given up on his dream of becoming an actor and had left the country half a month ago. Of course, he had not auditioned for this scene and naturally had no role that he had to play. However, Liang An was still able to use the documents Yan Zhiyuan helped him forge to sneak into the site rented by the crew, pretending to be part of the busy crowd, and then come to Sangjing Building during the lunch break.
Naturally, he can't do it too deliberately. At this moment, it is already 12:46 noon.
The crowds were unusually large. The death of a police officer four years ago will naturally not cause any long-term changes in a downtown office building. There are already a lot of people here, and the filming of the crew caused the onlookers to gather nearby - and even enter the building. The inspections are much stricter.
Liang An calmly swiped the fake access card that Yan Zhiyuan had forged with data, and Liang An had a smooth journey.
He first took the elevator to the twenty-seventh floor, turned left and right through several corners, and reached the twenty-eighth floor through the stairwell. On the way, he also confirmed that his colleagues had confirmed that there was no blind spot in the surveillance blind spot, and there was indeed no problem - let alone a huge living person, even if a cunning hummingbird tried to avoid the camera by flying up and down, it would be impossible. Tan.
The locations of the fire hoses that had been noticed were still in place, but a few of the 28th floor and the infrastructure near the 28th floor had obviously been replaced with new ones - the date of the weekly inspection form was enough to show them. The time it was replaced.
Liang An knew that that part had been put into the police evidence library, and the photos had been looked through many times in the case files. Although these exhibits that are not related to the case will be returned after a certain month, they cannot be used to protect the fire safety of the building during the period they are collected, so they must be replaced.
He reached the top. Looking at the place where the corpse was found that he had checked many times in the case file, he seemed to have returned to July 11, 2026* written in black and white.
The wind on the rooftop was so light that it barely touched my face. Liang An looked around, and what he saw was not much different from the photos he saw.
It's just that those are the contents in the photos after all, which are different from field exploration.
Liang An walked to the edge of the rooftop and used the direction he had determined on the map earlier to look at the place where, according to Zhang Yinsheng's confession, he and Song Jing had agreed but were let go.
"...What's the straight-line distance from here to that place?" Liang An suddenly said.
Of course he was talking to Yan Zhiyuan. As we all know, Liang An, the captain of the Third Criminal Investigation Detachment of Yuzhou City, is best at acting alone in violation of regulations for some reason that cannot be made public, but he is not actually alone.
"The nearest straight line is 517 meters." Yan Zhiyuan answered quickly.
Liang An nodded - although only he could know this body movement.
After communicating with Zhang Yinsheng, Liang An had an idea deep in his heart. When he got here, he clearly saw the window of the shop from the rooftop, and he had a thought in his mind.
"If. I mean if, there has been a problem with our previous thinking..." Liang An paused and raised a possibility, "Jiang Zhuo has prepared many steps in advance, and he really wants to investigate Song Jing's weaknesses. Let go, but the purpose of this trap was never to 'murder' Song Jing. Therefore, what we saw was not the perfect murder he was always content with designing, but just a whitewashed passion killing. results.”
Zhang Yinsheng's existence is too bizarre in the case. Song Jing discovered him, and Jiang Zhuo probably took advantage of him. In fact, Liang An had long tried to analyze from Jiang Zhuo's perspective when "he" should take advantage of such a special person, but he never got the result.
But Yan Zhiyuan is more realistic.
"This idea is possible, but it cannot change the most difficult nature of this case."
The implication is that whether it is a murder of passion or a premeditated murder, one of the most basic questions must be solved: In the twenty-eighth floor of the sky, how can the criminals get all the way to the top under the extremely tight surveillance network, and then Leave smoothly?
Liang An didn't answer for the moment, "I told you before, before Song Jing died, I told her a secret: Jiang Zhuo must find a reason if he wants to kill someone. Because he is a very principled criminal, although He will not give up on suppressing Song Jing because of justice, but he will also find a reason to win her trust and kill her... It's a bit funny to say that this criminal doesn't know at what point he started to develop an independent order, and he has his own 'Beyond suspicion'."
"You've said this many times." Yan Zhiyuan's tone remained unchanged, but the content was enough to show that he was tired of repeating this statement many times and felt there was no need to repeat it.
"But I actually don't think you can understand the true meaning of this passage..."
Liang An's thoughts returned to the past again.
Of course he didn't say this without reason. It's just that he understands better than anyone how important the "psychological" element is in Jiang Zhuo's cases.
That is significant enough to be the key to discovering the truth. Liang An understands this deeply.
The cause was long before the Song Jing case, and even the location of the excavation was nine years ago.
In a mental hospital in this city.
He was nursing his failing mother when he heard her words.
"No, it shouldn't be like this! It shouldn't be like this..."
This woman has never been so honest with anyone. Liang An also rarely saw her looking so unabashed and no longer high-soundingly crazy. She grasped the sheets of the nursing bed tightly, and under the vaguely evasive eyes of the nurse next to her, repeated and unclear words came out of her mouth.
Liang An realized that she was probably going to say something that couldn't be kept secret, so he quietly asked the nurse next to him to go out for some fresh air.
At the moment when even the eighteen-year-old Liang An had no time to react, he felt his wrist being tightly grasped by that bony hand.
The nails that had not been trimmed for a long time were embedded in the young man's flesh, and the force was beyond the limit of a sickly woman's body at that time. The pain at that moment was clear and deep-seated, but compared with the torture for many years, it seemed vulnerable.
Liang An frowned to relieve the pain that was hard to ignore. In the blink of an eye, he was once again faced with a pair of eyes covered with dense bloodshot eyes that looked almost bright red at first glance.
Somewhat dazzling.
"A-Liang...A-Liang should kill him! Jiang Zhuo, that guy, he is the one who should die there - not A-Liang, A-Liang should not die, he should not die in that place..."
The A-Liang she mentioned was of course referring to Liang An's father, Liang Ziyan. Liang An knew that even if he was her son, his existence had no emotional value to her.
His mother, a woman named Li Mingai, was an arbitrary avenger.
"Liang An" is just a tool that can grow, and the man who turned many people into "believers" as if by magic has indeed died. The only ones who could remember him later were the mentally ill man who died at that time and Zhang Yinsheng who is still alive today.
But Liang An couldn't imagine what kind of situation he would be in if the outcome had been different at that time, and if Liang Ziyan had lived to this day and been sitting in Jiang Zhuo's position.
Similar scenes have been repeated many times.
After so many times, Liang An, who was no longer surprised, could only regard it as a necessary daily routine when asking for leave to visit, and while sending the caregiver away in time, he remained silent about this situation.
Naturally, outsiders cannot peek into this sinful secret. As a son, Liang An never expressed a conclusion from beginning to end.
At this time, he was just an ordinary police academy student. And he has already seen that the truth has no meaning to this woman after all. What she needs now is to vent all the anger in her life in her own cautious time until the end of her life.
But in the end, she gave the answer herself.
"Why exactly?"
"He doesn't make mistakes, never..."
"There is nothing wrong with the plan we designed!"
Her last breath was stuck in her throat, and the expression on her face could not be called relief.
"There is only one possibility."
Liang An suddenly raised his head and looked at his mother speaking the last words of her life.
"Only one of the two can survive... It was A Liang who let him go."
