Crime Profiler 2

Chapter 4 Marionette (4)
"As for the identity of the murderer." Zheng Yan took a deep breath and said, "The murderer is probably between 30 and 40 years old. He is keen on the traditional culture of marionettes. He may have studied marionette making skills through a teacher. , but he does not make a living from it, it is very likely that it is a family inheritance, a down and out family inheritance. He has his own job, which may be related to program development. He is usually taciturn and meticulous in his work. As a hobby, he spends all his spare time studying marionette skills. He has a dream to bring marionettes back to glory, but out of respect for this traditional culture, he did not choose the Internet, but In his view, the TV station’s dream show, the audience on the Internet is superficial, and they don’t really understand marionettes, let alone give this culture due respect. But he should be popular and helpful, to be exact , is not good at rejecting other people’s requests. Because once he refuses, he will feel sorry for others. Officer Huang,” he turned to look at Officer Huang, and said, “Go to a well-known puppeteer in our city but whose family is not very rich. , there must be a clue there. Find out the source of those wires as soon as possible, and I think it will also help us."

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String puppets, known as "hanging silk puppets" in ancient times, also known as "hanging string opera", are an ancient and rare opera of the Han nationality in my country.According to legend, the marionette show originated in 180 BC. At that time, Liu Bang, the emperor of the Han Dynasty, was besieged in Baideng City. The military adviser Chen Ping made a plan to make a human figure out of wood and perform puppet shows at the east, west and south gates.The enemy all concentrated in the east, west, and south gates to watch the show, and only the north gate was empty.Liu Bang, Emperor Gaozu of the Han Dynasty, took advantage of the situation and escaped from the north gate. There is a saying that "Master Chen Ping was a puppet, and the Han ordered the world to protect all people".

With the development of the times, the enrichment of people's cultural life and the change of aesthetic taste, fewer and fewer people watch the marionette show.Due to the shrinking of the audience, in the past 10 years, the economic benefits of the marionette troupes have become worse and worse, the number of performances has become less and less, and it is even more difficult to find people who are willing to learn this craft. There is a fault.The existing string-playing artists are gradually entering their [-]s, facing the situation that there are no successors, especially some puppet-making skills and performance techniques are on the verge of being lost.

In order to do a good job in the protection and inheritance of marionette shows, in recent years, relevant units have organized manpower, material resources, and financial resources to research, collect and organize marionette shows, publish related books, shoot TV feature films and related audio-visual materials, and in-depth Research and demonstration, formulate relevant standards from the aspects of topic selection, performance skills, inheritance and development, etc.

One of the marionette artists involved in this work is in City A.

When Team Z found this man, who was respectfully called Uncle Chen by his neighbors, he was sitting in a wheelchair, basking in the sun by the side of the building.He was wearing a faded down jacket, his face was full of dimples, and he held a carving knife and a piece of wood in a pair of calloused hands.

Uncle Chen didn't even look at his hands. His hands moved dexterously. After a while, an exquisite doll appeared in front of everyone.He smiled and handed the doll to a child, touched the child's head, and looked at the gate of the community, as if waiting for something.

The low four-story building is at least 50 years old, and the wheelchair under him is also dilapidated.Zheng Yan finds it hard to believe that this veteran craftsman, who has won many awards and has been interviewed by provincial and municipal leaders many times, lives in such poverty.

"Uncle Chen, you have a son named Chen Ren, right?" Officer Huang asked, "Where is he now?"

The old man looked at the policeman in front of him with cloudy eyes: "He still did that, didn't he?"

"You know?" Zheng Yan looked at Uncle Chen in surprise.

Uncle Chen nodded: "He is my son, no one knows him better than me." Uncle Chen suddenly sighed and said, "I taught him how to make marionettes since he was a child, and that kid is very talented. Unfortunately, now No one is willing to spend money to see this kind of thing anymore. Although he loves this industry, he finally has to find another job to support his family. About a month ago, he suddenly told me that he would give me a big gift, that The big gift will definitely give us old craftsmen a second life."

"I knew that kid would do something earth-shattering. Unfortunately, I don't know where he is now." Uncle Chen shook his head.

"Uncle Chen, where does your son work?" Officer Huang asked.

"Teaching in the elementary school in front." Uncle Chen said, "I heard that I suddenly resigned a few days ago."

The members of Team Z and Police Officer Huang looked at each other in blank dismay, which was completely inconsistent with Zheng Yan's deduction.

"It's also possible that he taught himself programming." Tang Hegong said.

"Dad, I'm back." Just then, an excited voice came.Behind the old man appeared a middle-aged man about 40 years old, wearing a suit, with a dusty face, but with a touch of excitement that could not be concealed.

Without waiting for an order from Team Z, Police Officer Huang rushed forward, kicked the middle-aged man to the ground, and handcuffed him without giving him a chance to resist.The whole movement is like flowing clouds and flowing water, simply and neatly.

"What are you doing?" the middle-aged man struggled.

"What are you doing, you know best." Officer Huang tried to suppress him, "Chen Ren, come back to the station and talk about it."

"I didn't do anything."

Chen Ren roared unwillingly, but Police Officer Huang ignored him and pushed him into the police car.

"He didn't confess." Early the next morning, Police Officer Huang appeared in front of Team Z, his eyes were bloodshot, and he obviously hadn't slept all night, "But don't worry, there is no one in my hands who refuses to confess. " he said with a smirk.

"Extorting confessions by torture is prohibited!" Tang Hegong said solemnly.

Police officer Huang immediately put on a serious expression: "Team Leader Tang, don't worry, I always speak on the basis of evidence. I am more against the practice of extorting confessions by torture. All the fingerprints that should be collected have been collected. Now wait for the technical department to check it out."

The result that Police Officer Huang expected did not come. After identification by Mu Xue and Qin Ling, Chen Ren's fingerprints did not match those of the suspected murderer at the scene.

However, what the police couldn't understand was that Chen Ren refused to disclose his whereabouts in the past month.

He put forward a special condition to the police, he wants to see his father, and then he can assist the police to solve the case.

"I have seen the photos you took, and I probably know who the murderer is." He said.

Tang Hegong thought for a while, and agreed to his request despite the opposition from the police in city A.

The police had to arrange a vehicle to take him and Team Z home.Uncle Chen was still basking in the sun downstairs as usual, but sighed from time to time.

"Dad, I'm back." Chen Ren stepped forward and said softly.

"Old man, blame us, didn't make it clear, just asked him to go back and cooperate with the investigation, your son is fine." Tang Hegong said.

"Oh." Uncle Chen replied lightly, but a look of relief flashed in his eyes.

"Dad, see what I brought back for you?" Chen Ren suddenly took off his coat, tore it open, and a stack of documents fell out from the interlayer of the clothes.

Among the files was an award certificate and a contract.This middle-aged man who is a primary school teacher has never given up on the dream instilled in him by his father. He has devoted his entire life to carrying forward the essence of the traditional culture of "Marionette".

Using this month, he went abroad alone to participate in the World Conference on Intangible Cultural Heritage.At the meeting, he successfully won the award and won the support of the consortium. It won't be long before this cultural heritage will go to the world.

It was a gift he had promised his father, and he could have told the police while he was at the bureau, but he didn't.He just wanted to be the first to tell his father this news, to this old man who had been poor all his life but never gave up his dream.

"You said that you would help us solve the case. How?" Tang Hegong, City A Public Security Bureau, asked Chen Ren, who was looking at the photo carefully.

"The secret is hidden in these puppets." Chen Ren said, "Every puppeteer will leave a unique mark after making a puppet, which is passed down from the master. Look here." He showed a piece of paper Handed the photo to Tang Hegong, "Look at the arm."

In the photo, there is a tattoo on the victim's arm, which is the word "Chen" written in bronze.During the earliest autopsy, Qin Ling and Mu Xue noticed the tattoo, but they did not connect it with the case.

"This is the inheritance of our faction, but my father has never accepted an apprentice in his life, except me." Chen Ren said.Faced with this inference that might aggravate his suspicion, he didn't panic at all, which surprised the members of Team Z.

"But you said you knew who the murderer was." Officer Huang said with a grim expression.

"Because my dad has an apprentice who has no formal apprenticeship."

About 10 years ago, a young man came to the home of Uncle Chen, a veteran craftsman. He looked only in his 20s.In his own words, he is here to do research on the inheritance of intangible cultural heritage, which is the subject of his university social practice.Uncle Chen warmly received the young man.There are fewer and fewer young people actively learning how to make marionettes, but this young man is full of enthusiasm, which makes Uncle Chen very satisfied.But he rejected the young man's request to learn art from a teacher.

In this line of business, his faction has a special rule. If you join this school, you can only rely on craftsmanship to make a living. If you give up halfway, you will be despised by others.

"Actually, my father can't afford to support him. It's the most traditional saying to study art for three years and work for two years, but in this industry, you can't learn anything in three years." Chen Ren smiled wryly.

"What is that person doing now?" Tang He Gong asked.

"In our city, an IT company works as a programmer." Chen Ren said.

"Boss, we have found it." The police officer in charge of the peripheral investigation finally replied, and the investigation of those wires has also made progress. "The manufacturer said that these wires were ordered by an IT company in our city."

"Before I started that project, I didn't know that this intangible cultural heritage has been reduced to such a point." In the interrogation room, the suspect in this case said calmly to Du Li.

He is 35 years old and has a thin build.Because of working at a desk indoors for a long time, his face looked a little pale.

When he was arrested, he was working overtime to help his colleagues complete the development of a program.That colleague had an appointment that night and asked him for help, and he, who was always a nice guy at work, didn't refuse.

When the police appeared in front of him, he did not resist, but let out a sigh of relief: "You finally found me, so I can be free." He said.Then, he led the police to take out a full set of crime tools from the cabinet in his office, which still had blood stains on it, "I've been waiting for this day."

"The master craftsmen engaged in this craft live in such poverty that they dare not even accept an apprentice. Don't you think this is the tragedy of society?" The suspect looked at Du Li with a sad expression on his face.

"But that shouldn't be a reason for you to kill people." Du Li said.

"I didn't think about killing people, at least I didn't think about it at first." The suspect laughed at himself and said, "I've been thinking these years, how can I get people to pay attention to this craft again? I'm engaged in program development, and I have One day I had a whim, would it be better if I could use a program to control the puppet's performance? So I developed that program, but the investors still think that this thing has no benefit."

"I wanted to kill people later." The suspect said, "Later, I felt that the urgent need to solve was the topic. In today's society, as long as there is a topic, it can be fired. So, I thought of killing people, using corpses to make reminders." String puppets."

"Actually, there is an easier way." Zheng Yan said, "Why not make a microfilm or documentary? It's much better than killing people."

"It was an inspirational thing at first, but because of your bad idea, now you can only become a negative example." Tang Hegong sighed and said, "Psychopaths always think of things from a perverted perspective. From the perspective of thinking, a person with a bright heart will start from the bright side when thinking about things. In comparison, I like that child Chen Ren more."

"Did you see his legs?" Qin Ling asked suddenly when the suspect was taken out of the interrogation room.

"Legs? What's wrong with the legs?" Tang Hegong asked puzzled.

"I guess, he did experiments on himself." Mu Xue looked at the suspect in the distance, and said, "At least, before committing the crime, he first transformed one of his legs into a puppet structure."

The rest of Team Z looked over, only to find that the suspect's right leg was strange and seemed unable to move on his own. In his right hand, he was holding a transparent thread, and the other end of the thread went through his pants, probably Chained to the knee.

He uses the string in his right hand to pull his right leg.

"How should I evaluate him?" Du Li smiled wryly and shook her head, "How perverted is it to be so crazy?"

(End of this chapter)