Chapter 185 Why is Home (2 in 1)(1/2)
Han Jinsong stopped here, turned around and searched in the notebook next to him for a while, then took out a photo from the mezzanine, and pushed it along the desktop to Cheng Beiguo's eyes:
"Come on, Xiao Cheng, look at this photo, black and white. If this missing person is still alive now, he should be in his nineties. She disappeared more than 60 years ago."
He shook his head, not sure whether it was emotion or doubt:
"It's a span of sixty years. Even if the murderer was only a teenager back then, he was still in his seventies now. I really can't think of how he (she) safely avoided our police's sight in these sixty years.
Especially in recent years, there are sky eyes everywhere. Whether it is hit and run or various big and small cases, the suspect has almost nowhere to hide. However, the murderer cannot find any trace, which is simply..."
He let out a deep breath, speechless.
After tracking for nearly twenty years, the key clues of the case were still not found, while the victims were increasing one after another. Han Jinsong's current fatigue and weakness were all reflected on his face.
Only in front of his peers can he relax a little and reveal his true emotions.
Police are also human beings, they will be afraid, and they will be afraid of difficulties and stagnant.
In front of the common people, every policeman represents the group of police workers. They must move forward and be fearless, which also creates an illusion that they are steel, not flesh and blood.
Cheng Beiguo did not say anything, but looked down at the old photo in front of him.
This should be a snapshot. The close-up view of the picture is a large bunch of blooming roses, and a slightly further away is a flower window.
The beautiful young woman was wearing a long silk-shaped skirt with a standing collar from the early last century, leaning against the windowsill, holding her chin with one hand, as if she was admiring the flowers in the garden, and as if she was looking at somewhere outside the picture, her eyes were as gentle as water waves.
"How did you dig out such an early case?" Cheng Beiguo Wei was a little curious. While asking questions, he pushed the photo back and planned to return it.
But the next second, his eyes suddenly froze.
There seems to be something in the middle of the leftmost part of the photo.
In that corner, roses bloomed in a row, and the interlaced flowers and branches made the position look extremely noisy, as if you could see bees and butterflies surrounding them.
However, with the eyes of Cheng Beiguo cultivator, he could see at a glance that the thing was not a flower bud, a flower branch or other plant stems and leaves.
The blurred outline of less than two millimeters and the rough texture of the black and white photos themselves can easily confuse that thing with flowers and leaves, but Cheng Beiguo could conclude that it was some kind of artificial product.
But, what exactly is it?
It is very difficult to distinguish based on the naked eye.
"What's wrong? Have you noticed it?" Han Jinsong keenly noticed Cheng Beiguo's strangeness at this time and asked immediately.
Cheng Beiguo did not hide it from it, and put the photo upside down, pointing to the corner of the photo and said:
"Senior, look, this place should not be a petal, but something else, with a little reflection on it, it seems to have been oiled and waxed, but I can't tell what it is."
Han Jinsong took the photo, stared at the corner for half a minute, and suddenly said, "You said, is it possible here..."
His index finger pointed heavily in the flowers: "...The back of here, that is, outside the picture, is there a person standing in the direction facing the girl?"
The woman's eyes were so gentle, as if she was staring at her lover or lover.
If there was a person standing behind the rose, then from the perspective of the woman, it happened to be a couple looking at each other.
"This is possible." Cheng Beiguo pondered and took the photo:
"Senior, can this photo be loaned to the task force temporarily? I want to ask someone to try to repair it, maybe I can figure out what this is."
Han Jinsong responded readily, and simply handed over the notebook next to him:
"You can take this too. I don't need it now. I have recorded a lot of things in a mess, but it may not be of any value. You can just use it as a reference."
Cheng Beiguo did not be polite to him, so he took the notebook and said thanks. Han Jinsong waved his hand, with a relaxed smile, and there was still some hope:
"Let me leave it to you young people. I don't have the energy anymore. When I find the real murderer, you can tell me."
"Senior, don't worry, we will definitely seek justice for the victims." Cheng Beiguo said loudly.
With Su Yin... it's wrong. With Senior Su's powerful power, the evil spirit will definitely be eliminated.
Cheng Beiguo believed in this.
Seeing his firm attitude, Han Jinsong's smile became more and more powerful, and he felt a sense of comfort, although he was only in his early fifties now.
He looked at Cheng Beiguo with a relaxed expression: "Okay, that's all I can tell you. You should have seen what happened later in the internal information.
Ten years ago, I failed the psychological assessment in the bureau. The doctor said that my condition was no longer suitable for working on the front line. I was unwilling to be assigned to the civilian department, so I simply quit my job voluntarily.
Nowadays, I write novels and investigate some small cases. Although I can’t fight on the front line, it can be considered a little bit of energy for society.”
It turns out that this is the truth about Police Officer Han’s resignation.
Su Yin next door couldn't help but sigh when she heard this.
The old detective who is seeking the truth even suffered from a mental illness for a case, but he was reluctant to pursue it. Such courage and perseverance are admirable.
In addition, Su Yin also made a rough inference about this series of missing cases:
First of all, this must be a weird case.
The senior government officials specially appointed Cheng Beiguo as the head of the task force, and the team members were also cultivators who had assisted Song Junjie in the investigation of the strange case, which shows that the relevant departments have made a preliminary conclusion on the nature of the case.
The role Cheng Beiguo played at this time was exactly the same as Zong Zhengdong.
Secondly, the murderer...or the unknown evil spirit, has a very good deed.
He started to do evil everywhere more than 60 years ago, and it has not stopped until now - 90% of Xu Yating's disappearance is caused by this thing - in this way, the dead fairy must be at least one or two hundred years old.
Tsk tsk, the old man didn’t say he could live a life of life, but he came to my eyes for death. Let’s see that this palace beat you up and your peach blossoms are blooming on the ground!
"What about He Chen? What does all this have to do with him?" Cheng Beiguo's voice suddenly rang.
Su Yin, who was clenching her fists and was furious, couldn't help but be stunned when she heard this.
He Chen? Why did the topic turn back to him?
As the victim's family, He Chen's relationship with this series of disappearance cases is limited to his father's disappearance?
But what Cheng Beiguo said seems to be far more than that.
"So you heard about it, too."
After a while, Han Jinsong's voice rang out.
A tone of relief seemed to guess that Cheng Beiguo would ask this early in the morning, and he also hoped to appeal to him some things that could not be said or said.
After saying that, the old policeman sighed deeply from the microphone.
In the transfer room, Cheng Beiguo did not ask for permission, but just looked at the senior sitting opposite him quietly, waiting for his answer.
Han Jinsong was silent for a moment and sighed again:
"I have to bear certain responsibility for his affairs. If I were not so rough when I first took the case, had a more upright attitude, had a little more patience, listened to him well, and enlightened him slowly, he might not have......"
He suddenly seemed to be unable to continue talking.
He looked up and drank the remaining coffee in the cup. He seemed to use the bitterness to wash away some emotions in his heart.
After a few more breaths, Han Jinsong whispered: "I did not mark it in the information. He Chen actually... had been an undercover agent for a long time."
Cheng Beiguo was stunned.
Su Yin, who was next door, almost didn't spit out a mouthful of juice.
He Chen actually worked as an undercover agent?
Did he later get admitted to the police academy and become a policeman?
However, this speculation was denied in Han Jinsong's next words, and he only heard him say:
"He Chen... always insisted that his father was abducted and he refused to accept the police's loss case.
Not long after the police station closed the case report was issued, He Chen sold the only house.
After spending 100,000 yuan to pay the penalty for liquidated damages, he hired the most famous investigative agency to inquire about the news. As a result, he found some information about the gang.
Then, He Chen sneaked into one of the gangs alone, while looking for his father, while secretly contacting the police - that is, me, trying to rescue the victims who were trafficked."
"This is very dangerous. Didn't you stop him?" Cheng Beiguo finally woke up from his shock and said in disagreement.
The police are completely negative about this kind of investigation of such vicious cases.
Han Jinsong's silence this time was a bit long.
After a long time, he smiled bitterly: "Why didn't I stop him? I almost handcuffed him and put him in the phone.
Later, I actually handcuffed him once, and handcuffed him in the name of obstructing official duties. I told him not to mess around and stay home as soon as possible. What do you think he said?"
The muscles on the old detective's face suddenly trembled slightly, as if he was forcibly suppressing his emotions, and his speech also became hoarse:
"He looked into my eyes and told me that he had no home long ago.
What he sold was not a home, but a house. The house was empty. He had no family, so where did he get his home? When did he find his father and when did he have a home?"
Han Jinsong raised his head and looked at Cheng Beiguo with red eyes:
"As a policeman, do you know how I felt at that time when the victim's family said such things? I was so... so ashamed."
His eyes were so red, and his face was full of helplessness and self-deprecation:
"I couldn't persuade He Chen, and even if he was at his age, even if he got stuck in the horns, he couldn't pull back a few cows. Later I found out that he had secretly bought a few controlled knives in the black market and planned to do it alone.
I was so scared. These criminal gangs were extremely vicious and did all the bad things to kill and set fire. If they did it alone, they might lose their fate.
To be continued...