Crazy Case I Can See the Murderer

　　Zheng Yanran laughed: "Zhou Ze, you are getting better at talking."

　　"Yes, I'm just telling the truth."

　　After a light cough, Zheng Yanran took out two warm babies from her pocket and gave them to him: "Put this on your body, it will warm you up a bit."

　　Taking over the warm baby, Zhou Ze stuffed it into his pocket: "Thank you."

　　After pursing her lips, Zheng Yanran asked, "By the way, Zhou Ze, has Zhu Zhe made it harder for you in the past two months?"

　　"Since Director Fan talked to him, Zhu Zhe has rarely appeared in front of the second team. In addition, there were no major cases in the past two months, and there was not much interaction. He should not target me again.".

Chapter 427

　　"That's not very good." Zheng Yanran was a little helpless: "Actually, Zhu Zhe is a good person, but for some reason, there is always a sense of targeting to you. This may be the meaning of one mountain and no two tigers."

　　"I'm not a tiger."

　　Zheng Yanran choked, then laughed: "In the eyes of others, you are a powerful tiger."

　　"Maybe."

　　After the heavy snowfall, there are many snowmen on the road. For winter, making snowmen is the greatest fun.

　　In his spare time, Zhou Ze sits in the office and reads his mobile phone. There are many pictures of strange snowmen on the Internet. Zhou Ze, who looks strangely shaped, can't stop laughing: "Nowadays, there are so many talents, and these snowmen really refreshed my eyes. They It's how they came up with the idea of ​​making a snowman in this shape."

　　"Brother Zhou, you are really old now, and you can't keep up with the thinking of young people." Geng Qing said: "The memes on the Internet are one after another. Although I don't see anything funny, they are young people. I love it, that's the difference."

　　"Indeed." Zhou Ze had to sigh that time is not forgiving...

　　Two days later, the weather turned clear, and the snow and snowmen on the road began to melt.

　　At this moment, the police station received a report that a body was found in a snowman in Xinghe District.

　　The two teams quickly rushed to the scene of the incident.No one moved the snowman, and they clearly saw that inside a large snowman, there was a corpse hidden.

　　The corpse was passive and stiff, but there were traces of blood on the corpse.

　　The police carefully removed the snow around the body and brought the body back to the police station.

　　The corpse was in a sitting state, and the whole body was frozen stiff. After the snowflakes were cleaned up, the stiffness of the corpse had not eased.

　　Zhou Ze was not in charge of the autopsy work. Zhou Ze could only sit outside and wait patiently for the autopsy results.

　　Two hours later, Zhou Xiaoyu came out and told them the results of the autopsy: "The deceased had multiple stab wounds, and the incisions were long, like being cut by a machete. On the wound.”.”

　　"The cause of death of the deceased was excessive blood loss, and he was not sent for rescue in time. And..." Zhou Xiaoyu continued: "We found a lot of mud marks on the body, such as hair, such as brackets, such as inside clothes. From the distribution of mud Judging from the fact, the deceased should have been buried for a period of time before he died. The specific time of the death of the body should be five days ago."

　　Five days ago, when the snow first started.

　　At the same time, Zhang Yan also found out the identity of the deceased: "The deceased was named Zhang Yimo, [-] years old, a junior in the Department of Economics and Management of Linzhou University. A native of Linzhou."

　　Zhou Ze nodded: "Go and inform the family of the deceased's death, let's go to the deceased's school to see."

　　Linzhou University hasn't had a holiday yet. The deceased disappeared for five days for no reason. Zhou Ze couldn't believe that the school didn't find it.

　　Zhou Ze and his party rushed to the Department of Economics and Management of Linzhou University and found the department head. After hearing the news, the department head quickly called for counselor Zhang Yimo.

　　In less than five minutes, the counselor came in a hurry, his face full of panic: "Director, why did the police come?"

　　"The police comrade said that a student in your department died."

　　"What?" The counselor's eyes widened: "Could it be Zhang Yimo?"

　　After a pause, Zhou Ze was surprised: "How did you guess?"

　　"Because of the entire Department of Economics and Management, only Zhang Yimo has not been in school in recent days."

　　The head of the department slapped the table: "As a counselor, don't you care if the students haven't been back to school for a few days?"

　　"Director, it's not my fault, Zhang Yimo asked me for leave!" The counselor wanted to cry without tears, he took out his mobile phone and turned the information to Zhou Ze and the dean: "Five days ago, Zhang Yimo Ask me for leave and say that he is sick and wants to go home and rest for a while. Zhang Yimo is a local and often asks for leave. Nothing happened to me before, so I didn’t say anything.”

　　The head of the department was very angry. After all, the murder happened in his own school, and even the Department of Economics and Management he was in charge of, how could he not be angry?

　　Zhou Ze flipped through the counselor's mobile phone. Indeed, Zhang Yimo's chat records with the counselor contained almost nothing but requests for leave. On average, he would ask for leave every two or three days.

　　Returning the phone to the counselor, Zhou Ze asked: "Since you are counselor Zhang Yimo, you should know his situation well on weekdays. I want to know, does Zhang Yimo have contact with anyone on weekdays? He is there How is your relationship with your classmates at school?"

　　"Zhang Yimo's academic performance is very poor, almost every time he has the last grade in the Department of Economics and Management. For this, I have advised him many times, I hope he can study hard and get a diploma. He doesn't listen to his own advice, and I have no choice. ."

　　"As for the relationship between him and his classmates, I don't know. Anyway, no one told me about Zhang Yimo's bad in the past few years. I think his relationship with his classmates should be pretty good."

　　"¨" Then do you know who his best friend is at school? "

　　"I don't know about that, but I can ask you." The counselor turned around to call and asked a few questions. He called a few students.

　　These boys, whether they are dressed or dressed, are considered trendy and look good: "Do you have a relationship with Zhang Yimo on weekdays?"

　　"It's pretty good," said one of the students. "When there are no classes, we often go to play ball and surf the Internet together."

　　"Is that the only one?" Although these children had no guilt on their heads, Zhou Ze felt that they were still hiding something.

　　After pursing his lips, the boy had no choice but to explain honestly, "And clubbing..."

　　"Do you know why I ask you that?"

　　Several boys shook their heads in unison.

　　Zhou Ze explained: "Because from the moment you entered the door, I smelled the smell of alcohol and the smell of the bar. I think you should have been drinking in the bar last night (Qian Dezhao) all night long, and you haven't come back yet. Before I could change my clothes, I was called by the counselor."

　　The student was ashamed: "Uncle police officer, your guess is accurate..."

　　"So-so." Zhou Ze took out his notebook to record: "Zhang Yimo goes to the bar once a few days on average? Didn't you call Zhang Yimo with you when you went to the bar last night?"

　　"I shouted, but Zhang Yimo didn't reply to us. It is estimated that he was strictly controlled by his parents." Wang Qi said, "Zhang Yimo asked for leave to go home a few days ago, and he has not returned since he returned home. Our news, I don't know what happened."

　　"He's dead."

　　Wang Qi's eyes widened: "No way, why did Zhang Yimo die so well? Uncle police officer, what the hell is going on?"

　　"Don't ask me first, answer my questions honestly." Zhou Ze asked: "Five days ago, before Zhang Yimo went home, did he have any strange behavior and language?".

Chapter 428

　　"That's not true." Wang Qi said, wanting to cry without tears: "Actually, before he left school five days ago, he didn't say anything. Later we found him to go out to the club at night, only to find out that he had asked for leave to go home. He still Said that this time may not come out to play."

　　"I mistakenly thought that something happened to his family, so I didn't ask any more questions. Who knew he was dead."

　　"Did Zhang Yimo have any festivals with others?"

　　"We don't know that. Anyway, we didn't hear about it when we played together." Wang Qi said, "Actually, we only occasionally go clubbing with Zhang Yimo, so we can't say we have a good relationship. Zhang Yimo's friends in school are us. , but outside of school, he still has a circle. It's a rich second-generation circle."

　　"The second-generation rich circle?" Zhou Ze was a little surprised: "Is Zhang Yimo a second-generation rich?"

　　"Yes." Wang Qi patted his thigh and said excitedly, "Uncle police officer, let me tell you, Zhang Yimo is rich, drives a Ferrari, and spends a lot of money. Every time he goes to a bar, he pays for it. Open booth. He really has nothing to say to his friends."

　　"Okay, okay, I don't want to hear this." Zhou Ze was a little helpless: "Since he is rich, I think there must be a lot of women around him?"

　　"Do you need to say that?" Wang Qi said, "Let's not talk about whether Zhang Yimo has money or not, just Zhang Yimo's face is enough to fascinate many women. In normal circumstances, Zhang Yimo is enough for our economy. The management department is a piece of cake."

　　From the mouths of these children, Zhou Ze understood that Zhang Yimo not only had no enemies in the school, but also had good interpersonal relationships.

　　But the conversation turned back, it was impossible for a handsome and rich boy not to be envied by others.

　　Zhou Ze got up and said, "Are all the students in the Department of Economics and Management in class now? Can you show me?"

　　"Some classes are in session, some are not. But I can bring them together." The counselor said, "Comrade police, what do you mean?"

　　"I just want to have a look. Call all the students here."

　　"Okay." When the police are handling the case, the counselor dares to say anything and question it.

　　Half an hour later, all the students of the Department of Economics and Management gathered in the big classroom. Zhou Ze took a general look, and there was no guilt on everyone's head, and they had nothing to do with Zhang Yimo's death: "After reading it, you can let it go. These students have all gone back."

　　After a pause, the counselor was a little surprised: "Is this all right?"

　　"Of course, I'm just looking at it casually." Zou Ze walked up to Wang Qi: "Which bar was Zhang Yimo's favorite bar during his lifetime? Please tell me."

　　"Of course." Wang Qi told Zhou Ze all the bars Zhang Yimo often went to.

　　It was broad daylight and the bar was not open. Zhou Ze contacted the bar owner and asked him to bring the staff back to the bar for investigation.

　　An hour later, Zhou Ze sat in the bar, looking at the sleepy and dying employees in front of him, he said helplessly: "I know you are all sleepy and tired, and you don't want to cooperate with the investigation. But it is a matter of human life, I hope You all cooperate as much as possible. As long as you cooperate well, you can go back soon."

　　The bar owner yawned and said, "Comrade police, we've already cooperated with you very well, otherwise we wouldn't have come over within an hour. Just hurry up and ask."

　　"Okay." Zhou Ze took out Zhang Yimo's photo: "Do you have any impression of this boy?"

　　Squinting his eyes, the DJ said, "Comrade police, hundreds of thousands of people come and go in and out of our bar every day. We can't remember everyone's faces."

　　"I remember." A marketer stood up and said, "This boy, who often opens the stage here with me, is called Zhang Yimo, right?"

　　"Yes." Zhou Ze put away the photo: "Zhang Yimo died five days ago. I want to know, did Zhang Yimo have any conflicts with others in the bar during his lifetime?"

　　"I don't know if there has been any conflict, but I know that Zhang Yimo is very rich and hangs out with a group of rich second-generation people all day long."

　　"Do you know those people in the rich second-generation circle?"

　　"Yes." The marketing nodded: "I know a rich second-generation, and almost every time I come to the bar, I am with Zhang Yimo. The two of them have a good relationship."

　　"Can you give me the contact information?"

　　"Okay, okay." As he talked about marketing, he turned out his phone, but there were too many people in his address book, and it took several minutes to flip through: "This is it."

　　After Zhou Ze wrote down the information about Zhang Yimo, a rich second-generation friend, he left the bar.

　　As long as the name is known, it is very easy for the police to check his personal information.

　　Ten minutes later, after receiving the address from Zhang Yan, Zhou Ze quickly turned around and hurried to the home of the second-generation rich named Song Yi.

　　It was Song Yi's nanny who opened the door for Zhou Ze and others. I heard that he was here to find Song Yi, and he was very frightened, so he hurriedly contacted Song Yi's parents.

　　After explaining it again and again, the nanny was relieved and went upstairs to call Song Yi to come down.

　　Song Yi was wearing pajamas, and he was very depressed, just like the staff in the bar.

　　He walked up to Zhou Ze, spread out on the sofa and said, "Comrade police officer, I am a good citizen who obeys the law and abides by the law. I have never done anything bad. What are you going to do when you come to us?"

　　"Zhang Yimo is your good friend, right?"

　　"Yes." Song Yi sat up lazily: "What? Did he do something illegal?"