Zhou Wensheng didn't say another word until he walked into the police station in his jurisdiction.
Even the pleasantries with colleagues at the police station in the jurisdiction seemed preoccupied and careless. After a hasty greeting, he urged the archives police to run towards the archives.
When he finally got the file information on Han Weiwei's suicide by jumping off a building, Zhou Wensheng's expression changed slightly.
While he signaled Wang Bin to complete the file borrowing procedures, he opened the file bag and rummaged through it.
"Found it!" Zhou Wensheng, who was buried in the archives room, suddenly shouted, scaring Wang Bin who was signing at the door.
Zhou Wensheng held a photo and was as excited as a child. He took out his cell phone and dialed Dong Jianli's number.
"Boss, Zheng Yu's suicide case is not an isolated case. During our visit, we discovered another similar case. I apply to merge the case for investigation!"
Upon hearing this, Wang Bin moved closer to Zhou Wensheng and looked at the photo in his hand.
This is an overhead photo, almost exactly the same angle as the one he took. The only difference is that there is an additional broken body among the hibiscus flowers.
Black-red blood and white brains were splashing everywhere, looking like dots of stamens in the middle of a hibiscus flower from a distance.
"Boss, how can this be merged with Zheng Yu's case?" Seeing Zhou Wensheng hang up the phone, Wang Bin asked.
Zhou Wensheng pointed to the hibiscus flower in the photo and explained to Wang Bin seriously: "Look at this five-petal flower. One petal is facing the gate of the Emgrand Building, two are facing the road in front, and the other two petals are unfolding on both sides. , do you think it looks like the weird five-pointed star at the scene of Zheng Yu’s crime?”
After talking for a while, Wang Bin felt enlightened.
picture! so similar!
"Thank you so much!" Zhou Wensheng held the case file and thanked the police in the archives excitedly.
"You brat! Let's go!" Zhou Wensheng ran out like a gust of wind.
Wang Bin responded and hurriedly followed.
Turning around, Zhou Wensheng's brows and eyes were full of joy that could not be concealed.
"Boss, why are you so happy about this case?" Wang Bin helped Zhou Wensheng open the car door.
"It's not just about joining the case!" Zhou Wensheng put on his seat belt and signaled Wang Bin to drive quickly, "Go to the airport. The expert hired by the boss is here!"
"Expert?" Wang Bin was confused. He tapped his feet, and the car slowly drove out of the police station gate and merged into the traffic.
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Outside Huzhou Airport, Zhou Wensheng looked towards the exit slightly anxiously.
Seeing the noisy crowd getting closer and closer, Zhou Wensheng couldn't help but look down at the photo Dong Jianli sent him on his phone again.
Wang Bin's curiosity became more and more intense. He had never seen Zhou Wensheng so nervous before. Even when he was chasing a heinous murderer, Zhou Wensheng dealt with it calmly and calmly. But at this time, he clearly felt a hint of nervousness in Zhou Wensheng.
Who are they trying to pick up?
Wang Bin stood next to Zhou Wensheng, scanning the crowd who had reached the exit.
"I saw it!" Zhou Wensheng quickly glanced at the photos on his phone and walked forward quickly.
Following Zhou Wensheng's gaze, Wang Bin saw an old man with white hair and a childish face, a strong spirit, steady steps, and shining eyes.
"Old Yu, our director arranged for me to pick you up." Zhou Wensheng bowed slightly and took the leather bag from the old man's hand.
"I know you." The old man smiled heartily at Zhou Wensheng, "Zhou Wensheng! A rare young leader in the police world!"
"Old Yu, you are too complimentary." Zhou Wensheng led the old man to the police car and opened the right rear door of the police car, "Old Yu, please."
Wang Bin quickly opened the door and started the car.
"I have already read the information." The old man glanced at Zhou Wensheng, with a hint of seriousness on his face, "I want to hear your opinion first."
After Zhou Wensheng thought for a moment, he explained all the details and key points to the old man clearly about the clues he had collected since the incident and his own inferences and guesses, all the way to the case of Han Weiwei's suicide by jumping off a building, where the key photos had just been found.
Dots of bright lights flashed past the car window.
Night falls quietly.
After Zhou Wensheng finished speaking, the car slowly stopped in front of the Municipal Bureau Building.
"Let's go to the conference room. The things I bring may give you a new understanding of this case." The old man opened the car door and smiled at Zhou Wensheng.
"Boss, who is this..." Wang Bin, who had locked the car door, caught up with Zhou Wensheng, who was following the old man three or five steps away, and asked in a low voice.
"Yu Duzhou." Zhou Wensheng whispered, "a nationally renowned master of folklore. Scrooge said that we have to rely on him for our case." After saying that, Zhou Wensheng quickened his pace and chased after him.
"A master of folklore..." Wang Bin muttered, "How come folklore is involved in solving a case..."
With a lot of confusion, Wang Bin quickly followed Zhou Wensheng.
When Zhou Wensheng returned to the office, took all the existing materials and rushed to the conference room, he found that the conference room was already filled with people.
Yu Duzhou was bent over in front of the computer and operating in an orderly manner.
"Okay, everyone is here." Dong Jianli glanced at the panting Zhou Wensheng and Wang Bin, gestured for them to sit down, and then said to Yu Duzhou, "Old Yu, we can start."
Yu Duzhou nodded and glanced at everyone, showing no anger or authority.
"I would like to ask you to watch a video first." After saying that, Yu Duzhou clicked the mouse, turned around and walked aside and turned off the lights in the conference room.
Shortly after the conference room fell into darkness, the curtain hanging on the wall slowly lit up, and then, a dark mountain slowly appeared.
A group of half-naked men wearing animal skins, with unkempt hair, bare feet, holding torches, and with paint on their faces, walked one by one, walking on the pale stone steps illuminated by the moon, from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain. .
When everyone reached the top of the mountain, a round bright moon just rose to the top of the mountain.
I don't know if it was a problem with the shooting angle, but Zhou Wensheng felt that the moon was so close to everyone, as if he could touch it.
The crowd held torches, formed a pentagon, and began to kneel down and worship the moon.
Each time he kowtows, one torch will be extinguished. It is not until there are five torches left that everyone stops worshiping.
Five torches, exactly at the five vertices of the pentagon.
The camera moves down the mountain along the stone steps.
Four men carrying a plank appear in the camera. Through the pale moonlight, one could vaguely see an old man being carried on the wooden board, or rather, a dead old man.
The blood stains dripping slowly along the wooden board and the several blood holes on the body clearly told everyone that the old man on the wooden board had been dead for a long time.
Four people carried the plank and walked along the stone steps to the top of the mountain.
The camera followed all the way up, and the four people placed the wooden planks in the pentagon.
The moment the board fell to the ground, a long, whimpering sigh floated out from the computer speakers that made one's scalp numb and goosebumps all over the body.
The police officers in the conference room trembled involuntarily.
Wang Bin touched the goose bumps on his arms. He felt that the air conditioning temperature in the conference room was a little low today.
Along with the long sigh, everyone on the top of the mountain began to kneel down and worship again. As each one kowtowed, the torches were lit one after another.
After all the torches were lit, everyone stopped kowtowing and stood up one after another.
They stuck the torch on the ground, surrounded the deceased and the four men carrying the plank, and then danced around the torch.
At this moment, a dark shadow slowly blocked the light of the moon.
The weird dance lasted for about four minutes, and came to an abrupt end with a weird movement under the last ray of moonlight.
The moon was completely obscured.
"Total lunar eclipse!" Zhou Wensheng thought to himself.
The four people who were originally standing around the wooden board fell to the ground, but the old man who was originally lying on the wooden board slowly stood up under the light of the fire.
The swaying firelight shone on the old man's gray face, revealing a strange majesty and solemnity.
Everyone outside the torch gathered and knelt before the old man.
The obscured moon gradually emerged again. The cool silvery white moonlight shone like mist.
It wasn't until the moon was completely revealed that the old man slowly raised his hand. Everyone stopped kneeling, stretched out their arms, raised their heads, opened their mouths, and roared with unknown meaning.
Following the low roars one after another, the old man's face gradually gained a trace of color.
After a while, everyone returned to normal, surrounded the old man, and walked down the mountain under the moonlight.
