Hongjing is an old town

There are streets that are not long or short, rivers that are not deep or shallow, and schools that are not large or small.

The experimental elementary school is located on a hill in the northwest corner of Hongjing City. The dense woods surround most of the school. Lin Chen is here to be an ordinary host.

Residential management is almost one of the easiest jobs in the city. You just need to check whether the children are all there at night and check the dormitory from time to time to prevent the children from hiding dangerous goods. It seems that there is nothing else to do. Of course, Seven or eight-year-old elementary school students can hold dangerous goods like slingshots and sharpeners at most. Therefore, the daily work of the housekeeper is just like a pot of clear water.

Therefore, when Lin Chen received a call and asked him to bring money to redeem No. 6 at Yanjia Lane, he only hesitated for a moment whether he should call the police, took his wallet, and took the bus out.

The kidnappers had a good selection day, the trees were very green and the flowers were red, and even the river under the Cangshui Bridge was bright as if the glass had just been cleaned.

As if being located, Lin Chen had just crossed the bridge, and the ringtone of the cell phone rang again. The kidnapper's voice was hoarse and calm: "Mr. Lin, please turn left, I will wait for you in the sixth door."

Before Lin Chen started thinking about the cold joke about the six doors, he had already reached the designated position.

The wooden door creaked open. He looked up and saw a bearded man standing in the door frame.

The man was holding the door frame with a cigarette in his left hand. He was sleepy, his eyes were faintly green and his eyes were deep. Although most of his face was covered with beards, he could still distinguish the contours and whiteness of the knife. Some excessive skin.

Lin Chen was swept from head to toe many times by the other party's unscrupulous, but he still said with a good temper: "I'm here to pick up the little ghost in your house, thank you for keeping him.

After he finished speaking, I saw the man slowly raise his hand, and put the thumb and forefinger together, even rubbing gently.

This is an obvious begging action, but in this bearded man, although the rogue is extremely extreme, he is also extremely handsome.

Lin Chen reached into the pocket of overalls and pulled out a dark purple banknote with a missing corner: "Exactly five dollars."

The man took the money and drew it into his pants pocket again. He wasn't ashamed at all. He raised his hand and smoked a cigarette, then moved it aside, but his hand was still resting on the door frame.

Lin Chen bowed a little thanks, and squeezed in from under the man's arm, and walked towards it.

On the wooden bed on the side of the river, he saw a small buttock curled up.

"Taking school is not a good thing." Lin Chen sat down beside the bed, reached for the fat man with an ostrich, put the person on the bed, then bent down, picked up the shoes on the ground, and put it on the fat man's feet.

"If it's a man, it's understandable to make occasional mistakes." He tied his shoelaces patiently, but said, "But the problem is, first of all, I don't like going out, and secondly, I'm really poor ..." , Looked up at the man who had just walked into the room, and continued, "So it's more appropriate to sneak away than to call me."

He was very quiet, and the little fat man looked at the man with a beard at the door with a sobbing expression.

Lin Chen glanced at the little fat man, and then looked at the man who seemed to be smiling, as if he suddenly realized something, he took the hand of the little fat man and turned to leave.

The moment he passed by, he felt a cold on his wrist, a pair of silver shackles, just right around his wrist.

Lin Chen looked at the fat man and said helplessly: "However, if you mess up with the police, don't slip away, it's more appropriate to be cute and hug your thighs."

When the bearded policeman heard this sentence, he said slowly: "Mr. Lin is really a wonderful person. How about going for a cup of tea together?"

"I'm not very suitable to go to the police station." Lin Chen thought for a while and then answered.

The man smoked a cigarette and laughed.

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If you can solve the problem by coquettish selling, do not make trouble in the police station, because the interrogation room here is always very dark and depressed.

There will be iron bars on the window, facing your wall, with the words of frankness and resistance to strictness, you will face the righteous police, and at the same time, you may be watched secretly.

Zhang Xiaolong stood outside the one-way glass and monitored every move of the suspect in the interrogation room. From time to time, she bowed her head, keeping a record of what she was writing, and strove to make a good impression on the new leader. Perhaps it was because she was so serious that it wasn't until a low, hoarse voice came that she realized that she didn't know when two people were coming.

"How's it going?"

Looking at the new captain's side face, Zhang Xiaolong's face was very red, but as a rigorously trained police school student, she quickly adjusted her mentality and reported: "He has been sitting for an hour and 13 minutes. Just look at the photos! "Zhang Xiaolong hurriedly looked at the following table, and flipped through two pages of notes," As you asked, no one talked to him. Someone went in half a hour ago to send water, but he Drink. Oh, the third photo he sees most is really strange, Captain, there must be something wrong with this person! "

The girl pressed the ballpoint pen twice, looked at the interrogation room, and said with a little excitement.

In the interrogation room, there was a young man in a white shirt.

The young man ’s hair is very dark, and his pupils are even darker than the bottom. He is a little thin and not very tall, but maybe his calm face or his serious eyes make him look solemn and stable, as if The pines in the mountains or the bamboos by the lake, when the wind blows, there is an extremely clean atmosphere.

On the wooden table in front of him, there were three photos.

In the first photo, a peaceful old man, lying in bed, wearing a royal blue shroud, looked as if he had just fallen asleep.

The second photo shows that the old man is lying in the morgue, because there is a corpse with a white sheet beside him.

If the first two photos are a bit cold, the third photo looks weird.

The old man who was lying flat in the morgue appeared in a shop. The old man's eyes were closed and he was wearing an old navy blue uniform. He was lying on the ground with a little blood around him. If you look at the photos carefully, you will find There was white sand flowing from the pocket on one side.

"Lin Chen, between September 1st and 3pm, where are you?"

The door was opened and closed, and the policewoman was on a wooden bench. Her voice was clear and interrupted Lin Chen's deep thought.

"In the city's Xiaoxueguan Station." Lin Chen replied without any illness. He looked at the photo again, and then looked up.

The policewoman in front of him was very beautiful, with long black hair and fair earlobes, and in the policewoman's ears, a small wireless headset was plugged.

"Can anyone testify?" The policewoman quickly interrupted him, and continued to add, "You said you were in the residential management station, who can testify?"

"At the time you said, I was alone at the residential management station, and the students were all in class, and indeed no one could testify."

The suspect answered neatly and Zhang Xiaolong was depressed. She pressed the pen and continued to ask according to the question on the notebook: "So, haven't you been to the third hospital recently?"

"Tell me, why did you catch me?" Lin Chen asked.

The policewoman's eyes moved and she subconsciously looked at the glass wall on the side of the interrogation room.

Lin Chen leaned forward, as if suddenly understood something: "I heard that recently in the morgue of the Third Hospital, there will always be well-dressed male corpses, and there will always be a white sand beside the corpse." He stared Hold the policewoman's eyes, then lean back to the back of the chair, and understand: "This is a weird thing. If the city bureau finds it tricky, it will probably ask for two kinds of people-one is a priest and the other is a psychologist ... ... "He didn't give the other party time to refute, and suddenly asked:" So, your cooperation unit is h right? "

Zhang Xiaolong's eyes widened, and Lin Chen stared at him abnormally. Suddenly, she pressed the headset and seemed to have received any instructions from her. She stood up suddenly, turned around and left.

Lin Chen leaned over, aimed at the one-way glass, and said lightly, "Come out, don't hide it."

A moment later, the interrogation room door was opened again.

A slightly fat man pushed in the door. He was carrying a thermos in his left hand and a freshly washed porcelain cup in his right hand. He put the cup on the table, took out a paper bag of tea from his pocket, poured it into the cup, and then poured it quickly. Hot water, moving like clouds, flowing in one go. After all this, he bent down, and respectfully put the tea cup in front of the suspect, his voice trembling a little: "Master ... Brother ..."

"It turned out to be Professor Fu." Lin Chen didn't take the tea cup, his tone was a bit cold.

As the city's only external criminal psychology expert, Fu Hao is rarely at a loss in the police station.

"Brother ... I didn't catch you!" He cried.

"Why grab me?" Lin Chen asked sharply.

"It's a handful of sand."

"What kind of physical evidence is this?"

"Brother, I don't dare to deceive you." Fu Hao ran forward, some dog legs: "Recently in the city hospital, there has been a lot of horror. Every now and then there is a dead body in the morgue. Fine sand is always sprinkled, you know that. "

Lin Chen nodded.

"This morning, the captain of the Interpol team met a lost child by the side of the road. The child picked up the window and pulled out the sand from his pocket. He said uncle, I want to eat KFC, can I get this for you?"

"." Lin Chen could hardly believe his ears.

"Hey," Fu Haojin laughed. "Then, by comparison with the physical evidence department, the sand that the child took out should be the same as the one next to the body."

"Coincidentally." Lin Chen frowned.

"It ’s more than a coincidence, brother, do you know, just yesterday, when Chunshui Street was rioting, an old man fell to the ground in front of the eyes, and when the ambulance arrived, he said that the old man had been dead for at least several hours." Fu Hao depressed With a voice, he said word by word, "Also, a handful of sand fell out of the old man's pocket."

"What kind of sand is it?"

"It's very special sand, very white, but the physical evidence hasn't been figured out yet."

Lin Chen frowned after hearing this: "Bring me to see."

His words did not fall, the door of the interrogation room was pushed open again, and a bearded man raised a bag of evidence and walked in generously.

"Mr. Lin, I am surnamed, and the prisoner is convicted." The man did not know when to put on the police uniform, behaved with dignity, and had a good attitude. He was sentenced to two people who had rubbed his fingers before, "I hope you can identify it, you Have you ever seen this kind of sand? "

Lin Chen was too lazy to look at him, but just picked up the bag of sand on the table.

The whole generation of sand weighs about 50g. He glanced at the bearded man, then opened the evidence bag and twisted it carefully.

The sand is very white and the particles are very clean. It is obviously different from the rough stones on the construction site or the fine sand on the beach.

Lin Chen put Baisha back into his bag. He looked at Fu Hao with a cold voice: "Have you seen this sand?"

"It doesn't seem to be." Fu Hao answered honestly.

"I don't know each other, how did you graduate?" Lin Chen asked seriously.