Criminal Psychology

Chapter 232: Wufu 69

Although it has also been well preserved, the archival paper is still yellow and old, like a buried history.

Lin Chen touched the dossier paper, turning it page by page.

It should be an accident, and the causes and consequences are very simple.

The deceased was a homeless man. According to the reported residents, it was very cold at that time, and it was a severe cold wave in decades. They went out to buy food in the morning, and saw the homeless people who lived in their block all year round die in the cold rainwater outside.

Residents suspected that it was cold and slippery, the tramp stumbled and fell, and his head hit the stone steps near the bridge, causing a comminuted fracture of the skull and death.

The police were the residents of the street. When the police officers reached the scene of the crime, they asked many neighbourhood neighbours, and it turned out that the death of the tramp was purely an accident.

Lin Chen opened the third page. This page recorded the witnesses and statements and other relevant evidence that the police officers had asked at the time, including their basic information such as their addresses and names.

Chen Jianguo, who lives at No. 3 Xiaolin Lane, said that at 5 o’clock that morning, he did hear a shout outside the house, but the voice was very short, he turned over and did n’t care. I did n’t expect that someone really died outside. He was very Regret not getting up early to see.

Next, around the small bridge, the police questioned the residents around No. 5, 7, and 9, and No. 2, 6, and 8 around Xiaolin Lane, who all got similar testimony.

Lin Chen quickly turned to the fourth page, watching the recorded names, and the testimony of the names signed by the questionees, opened an accidental death case in his mind.

...

Lin Chen watched more and more slowly, and the files on his right side became higher and higher. Finally, the slight changes in Lin Chen's calm face caught the attention of Xing Conglian.

"What did you find?" Xun Conglian asked.

Lin Chen calmed his breath and said, "Everyone stop, they can call you back."

Xun Lian frowned, and his eyes fell on Lin Chen's file again: "You found it, so fast?"

Lin Chen's finger nodded to the file, and calmly said, "This should be this."

Xun Lian clapping his hands immediately, attracting the attention of all the police officers who were looking at the files, and said loudly, "Stop it, organize the files in your hands, put them in the boxes by year, and you can go."

All the police officers had just been immersed in the job for only half an hour. Those old and trivial old cases seemed to pull people back to that era, so they were still confused at a loss. Everyone wants to get a little answer from Lin Chen's expression. However, Lin Chen still looks like water and keeps his eyebrows deep and thoughtful, which makes people not see the slightest clue.

Soon, the dossier box was filled again, police officers withdrew in turn, and the office doors were closed.

Sitting on the sofa licking the lemon-flavored lollipop, the dynasty couldn't wait to rush to Lin Chen. Xun Conglian sat down next to Lin Chen, and the dynasty actually got between him and Lin Chen, squatting down like a pet, watching Looking at Lin Chen, he was curious: "What happened to Brother Achen?"

Lin Chen handed the file over, leaning on the back of his chair, eyes closed slightly.

The dynasty really looked after himself, and Xun Lian copied the dossier in the young man's hand and drew it on the other person's mind: "You have more things to do, do you understand?"

The dynasty cried out, "The boss just passed this file from you!"

Xun Lian then copied the dossier and did not hesitate to take another note.

"Dynasty." Lin Chen finally spoke slowly. "Can you bring up the layout of Xiaolin Lane?"

The dynasty snapped its fingers. I glanced at it and I'll draw it for you.

Lin Chen tilted her head and said, "Please mark the specific name of each household."

At that time, the dynasty had got up to pull the paper, and when he heard this request, the young man couldn't help but hold back: "I haven't seen this before, I finished checking it and tagged it."

"No need, I tell you, just mark it." Lin Chen said.

Soon, the geographical map of the bridge appeared on the paper when the accidental tramp fell. Lin Chen reported the house number of each household in the witness testimony, and the dynasty marked it out a little bit.

"Li Wanru, No. 8 Xiaolin Lane ..."

After Lin Chen finished the report, he paused for a long time, but the dynasty still held the pen and waited for his next words, because there was still a place on the paper: "Brother Achen, what about No. 4?"

Lin Chen's face was as quiet as water, but she was staring at the young man. The bright lens outside the window of Xia Yang, Lin Chen said lightly, "Do you guess?"

The dynasty took a sigh of relief: "Shen Lianjia?"

The death of a homeless man, the police made a transcript and searched all the residents around him. The only thing he lacked was a family love, which seemed to be no problem. Maybe what happened to Shen at home in the past few days, or the Shen family happened to be traveling. In short, there are countless reasons to explain this small point, but the more Xunlian read the transcript, the more he understood the certainty in Lin Chen's heart. Why come.

For example, Li Wanru at No. 8 Xiaolin Lane said. The tramp has lived in their streets for many years. Except when the staff of the shelter scooped away the jackal-like dog for a while while building a civilized city, no one managed it. Now that people are dead, we can't say that we can applaud, but we still feel relieved. When asked what happened outside when the tramp died, Li Wanru also said that it was so cold that she was still sleeping at the time and didn't know what was going on outside.

At the end, Xun Conglian glanced at the name of the exiting police officer—the remote side.

He stood up, put his uniform on his arm, and said to the other two people in the office, "Hungry, do you want to eat dumplings? I invite you."

...

The old dumplings are just outside the Interpol.

Bian Ben is a lonely surname. Bian family ancestors are said to have worked as imperial cooks, so they have good ancestral skills. The old side is the one who has gone wild in the family. He used to be a policeman when he was young. After retirement, because the young grandson loved the dumplings he made, he simply opened a shop to do business as a police colleague.

When Xun Lian entered the store, the air conditioner in the store had been minimized, but because of the hot dumplings and police officers coming and going, it was as hot as a steamer. The familiar police officer greeted Xun Conglian and sat down. Xun Conglian pretended to look at the menu on the wall. The dynasty could not hold back the anxiety in his heart and quietly said, "Boss, what are you doing to take us to dumplings Is there a clue here? "

When Lin Chen saw the sign of the Dumpling House, he seemed to be aware of it. Therefore, consultant Lin only said three words: "Three fresh, no vinegar."

It was the shopkeeper himself who came to keep accounts, and Xun Cong patted the police officer sitting next to him on the shoulder and said, "Keep my account."

The other party knew and immediately got up and left.

Of course, when I opened a dumpling shop outside the police station, I knew the scene very well. Lao Bian sat down in a vacant seat and said, "Old prisoner, let me tell you, since I opened a dumpling hall outside the police station, it is almost becoming a message relay. Stand up and ask anything. "

Lin Chen put the file on the table and pushed it to the old side: "I want to ask you some information about this case."

Laobian put down the small notebook in his hand, took out the reading glasses from the front, and put it on. When he opened the first page, his look changed.

Xun Conglian knew that they might be getting closer to the answer.

"This case ..." The old man protracted and sighed. "What do you want to ask?"

"Why is there no confession record of the Shen family at No. 4 Xiaolin Lane in the transcript?" Lin Chen asked.

Laobian pushed his glasses, saw Lin Chen, and said with emotion: "It is indeed consultant Lin. But before I answer, can I ask, what happened?"

"About the little girl of the Shen family." Lin Chen was vague. "At that time, she probably was in junior high school."

The old man's face flashed an allergic look. He shook his head and said directly, "Is it called Shen Lian?"

The second floor of the Dumpling House is the old side's residence. The retired old policeman took them upstairs and pulled out a stack of files from the wooden frame. .

The punishment looked down from Lien. Specifically, it should be a page of files that was not included in the file.

The old side said, "The Shen family did not make a confession because those days they returned to their hometown."

"Don't you doubt it?" Xun Cong even felt that the temperature of the small building had dropped.

"Let's take a look at this record first." Lao Pian did not answer positively.

On February 26, a day and a half after the wandering died, a resident of Xiaolin Street took the initiative to find a police officer to provide a case clue.

The name of the resident who provided the clues did not disclose his name, but it seems that he is still a junior high school student.

The junior high school student told the police that her home was very close to the scene of the crime, so she knew exactly what happened. The death of the tramp who slipped and crashed on the stone bridge was not an accident, but was knocked down on the steps and killed.

Junior high school students provided several names at the time, including Li Wanru, Chen Jianguo and Li Guoqing, and described some of the night of the incident.

The junior high school girl who provided the clue said that that night, it was very windy and rainy. She went to a cram school to go home in the evening and witnessed the dispute between the residents Chen Jianguo and the tramp.

At the time, many residents of Xiaolin Lane witnessed the tragedy, but everyone was covering Chen Jianguo, and no one would stand up and tell the truth. She wanted to report the case, but was dragged back to her hometown by her parents. Now she has the courage to come to the police.

The sentence rose from the company's dossier.

"Did you investigate?" He asked.

"That girl had no way to provide tangible or even indirect evidence. We reproduced the survey site based on what she said, and found no doubts, nor did she find the blood that she said. We asked the surrounding residents to investigate again, The testimony of all residents was consistent and there were no abnormalities. Four times, we conducted a total of four investigations, and all the results said that the girl who came to us was lying. "

Xingcong frowned, and finally asked, "Why didn't you put this investigation record into the official large file?"

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