Attending ex-girlfriend's wedding, arresting the groom's officer on the spot

Amid the sound of shattering glass, she screamed hysterically, "I gave up the opportunity to study abroad for him, took care of everything at home for him, and even learned to cook for him! But what about him? He gave all his tenderness to that woman!" She knelt among the broken glass on the ground and picked up the remains of the photo. "I just want him to come back to me. Am I wrong?"

Lu Chuan bent down to pick up a piece of photo fragment. Song Fangfang's smile in the photo hurt his eyes. He noticed a corner of a cardboard box under the bed. After opening it, he found that it was full of secretly taken photos of Wang Yaoyao. From the entrance of the club to the streets and alleys, every moment of Wang Yaoyao was recorded, and some photos were crossed out with red crosses. At the bottom of the cardboard box, there was a detailed plan of the crime, including the size of the sculpture base, the transportation route, and even every accurate time node.

"I observe her every day, understand her daily routine, and find out her preferences." Song Fangfang sat on the bed, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes. "I know she likes to go for a walk on the beach after 10 o'clock in the evening, and I know she is most afraid of thunder. So I chose to do it on that rainy night. I want her to die in fear." She suddenly laughed strangely, "When I stuffed her into the base of the sculpture, her body was still warm, and I could feel her struggling inside. At that moment, I actually felt very happy."

When they left, the police took away all the physical evidence. When Song Fangfang was escorted out of her home, she looked back at this home that was once full of warmth but now filled with gloom, and whispered, "If time could go back, I would rather have never met Chen Hao, so that there would not be so much pain and hatred."

The process of identifying the scene lasted for a long time, and every detail was repeatedly confirmed. When everything was over and Song Fangfang was taken to the police car, it finally started to rain. The rain hit her face, but it couldn't wash away the regret and despair on her face. Beishan Park, a place that witnessed a tragedy, seemed even more silent and desolate in the rain, as if it was also mourning for the lives lost. This tragedy of love turning into hate finally gradually became clear to everyone as the scene identification ended.

However, less than three days after the case was over, the Criminal Investigation Team received another call.

The sun was still glaring in late September, and the weeds in the old city demolition area were swaying in the wind. In the dust, a few children were chattering around the edge of a dry well, the grass scraps on their school uniforms and the mud on their knees telling of the intensity of the football game just now.

Lu Chuan has already brought Wang Shuai and others to the crime scene.

Wang Shuai brought several police officers, and the reporter Chen Qiang came over, his face a little pale: "Comrade police, my daughter kicked the ball into the well. When I looked into the well, I felt there was something strange at the bottom. Could it be... a dead person?"

Wang Shuai patted his shoulder to comfort him: "Don't worry, let's understand the situation first. Little friend," he squatted down and tried to make his tone gentle, "Can you tell your uncle how you found out at that time?"

Xiaoyu grabbed the corner of her clothes and said in a crying voice: "When I was playing football, the ball fell into the well. I wanted to poke the ball out with a branch, but the branch poked something soft, and it seemed like there was hair!" When she said this, she trembled all over and shrank behind her father.

"Are you sure it's hair? It was dark at the time, maybe you were seeing things?" Wang Shuai asked patiently.

"No!" Xiaoyu shook her head vigorously, "I saw a strand of long hair entangled in the branch, and it had a very unpleasant smell, which was different from the usual stench!"

Chen Qiang added, "I smelled it, too. It was very pungent, a bit like... rotten. I wanted to go down and take a look, but the well was too deep. I didn't dare to act rashly, so I called the police." Wang Shuai recorded this information and turned his eyes to the dry well. The well mouth was half covered by vines and weeds, and there were fresh traces of trampling on the soil around it, obviously left by the children who had just gathered here. He approached the well mouth and shone the flashlight into the bottom of the well. The beam penetrated the darkness and vaguely illuminated the outline of a human figure, covered with spider webs and fallen leaves, and the stench became stronger.

"Protect the scene and notify Zhang Kai to bring people over." Wang Shuai's face was solemn. He turned to Chen Qiang and said, "Mr. Chen, please come with me to the police station to take a statement. Please also tell the children not to tell anyone else about this for the time being."

Chen Qiang nodded repeatedly and hugged Xiaoyu, who was still trembling. In the distance, several children looked at them from afar, their faces full of fear and curiosity. No one expected that this ordinary football game would accidentally reveal a chilling case.

Not long after, Lu Chuan and others arrived.

"Set up a cordon and evacuate the people." Lu Chuan turned around and instructed Wang Shuai, his eyes sweeping over the ruins around him, "How long has this area been demolished?"

"We started moving three months ago, and most of the original residents have left." The community director flipped through the record book, "This well is said to be several decades old. It has been covered with stone slabs since it was abandoned. I don't know how it opened."

After having a general understanding of the situation, Lu Chuan began to make work arrangements.

Lu Chuan's intercom made a crackling sound in the silence: "Yang Lin, Yang Sen, put on your protective gear and prepare to go down the well for investigation." The autumn sun slanted across the ruins of the demolished area, but it could not penetrate the thick darkness deep in the dry well. Dewdrops condensed on the vines at the well mouth fell down, leaving dark marks on the moss on the well wall, and the stench of decay mixed with the unique sweet smell of cadaverine was surging up from underground.

Yang Sen adjusted the multi-band light source to the 365nm ultraviolet mode, while Yang Lin unfolded a portable 70D scanner. This Faro Focus S100 scanner equipped with laser phase ranging can capture field data at a speed of 20 million points per second. "Start scanning." Yang Lin pressed the remote control, and the blue-green laser beams intertwined into a grid at the bottom of the well. The robotic arm made a regular hum, converting the -centimeter diameter well wall section into point cloud data.

The body at the bottom of the well was curled up in a fetal position, with its back pressed against the well wall. Yang Sen knelt on one knee, and aimed his macro lens at the hemp rope marks on the neck of the deceased. "Pay attention to the subcutaneous hemorrhage at the edge of the rope groove," he adjusted the color temperature of the ring flash, "This indicates that the neck was strangled before death." The shutter of the Nikon D850 camera made a light sound, and the RAW format file fully recorded the details of the leather indentation in the rope groove - that is a typical contact feature of woven fabrics.

"Take a nail sample." Yang Lin handed over a sterile swab and found a half-broken nail on the right hand of the deceased. Under the stereo microscope, the skin tissue fragments in the gap of the nail bed glowed with a strange fluorescence. (End of this chapter)