Chapter 65:

Like many small and medium-sized cities on this earth, in the era of high-speed construction composed of reinforced concrete and vast crowds, Wangjiang Park has become the only place for many people in the city to go at sunset and weekends.
Despite the alarming case, the big fanfare feared panic instead. So the police only blocked the woods deep in the park and sent some plainclothes on duty.
When Jian Yao and Fang Qing arrived, it was not dark, and the scene of this case could be seen clearly. I saw the same stone path as in the photo, with trees on both sides. It is conceivable that the murderer's whereabouts were hidden and unobtrusive on the day of the crime and late at night.
There are several huge rocks on the roadside, decorated with embellishments. Fang Qing pulled out his magnifying glass and squatted next to the rocks to begin the inspection: "The exploration report said that the victims had scratches on their nails. It seems that the struggle is quite fierce."
Jian Yao and him stared at each other, and saw a little speculation in each other's eyes. Then she set up another stove and squatted down in front of the butterfly wings on the ground, looking carefully.
After two days and two nights, because there was no rainfall in Sakai, those line patterns were still bright as new. Jian Yao opened the appraisal report in her hand, and the records showed that these paints are products of a well-known brand on the market and the price is not cheap. It is widely sold throughout the country.
"How do you feel, goddess stick?" Fang Qing asked.
He was used to speaking poorly, and often when Jian Yao used criminal psychology to solve cases, he was in a good mood. He always kept calling "God Stick" and "Semi-Immortal" beside him.
Just like in the past Jian Yao teased Bo Jinyan.
"Nah ..." Jian Yao stared at the line on the ground and replied, "God thinks that when the suspect is drawing this butterfly, the mood is very soft and calm. You see, the pen is round and the style is soft. Crazy and perverse temperament. "
Fang Qing smiled: "A bit interesting."
"Where's your discovery?"
Fang Qing's arm rested on the rock, and he tapped his finger lightly: "I found it big on this side. Look, these three rocks, the high and low positions, have left the victim's nail scratches. Side In the grass, there was one stepped down, leaving the sole most valuable suspect's footprint in this case. I look at the report, 40 yards, and it is identified as a flagship running shoe of Nike sneakers, at least wear For more than a year ... "
Jian Yao stood up and said, "But Shao Yong also said and went to check. This shoe has a good sales volume, and the Internet sales volume is very high. It cannot be inserted along this line."
"But, based on these, I can infer the movement route of the entire homicide process that night." Fang Qing smiled, standing in front of Jian Yao, his fingers vacantly, but clearly drawn a polyline in the air, "Nie Shijun ran to the path from this direction. The murderer must have attacked her from behind suddenly, so her nails would be on the first rock, leaving scratches in this direction."
Jian Yao's eyes brightened.
"Then, she was dragged backwards," Fang Qing said. "At this time, she was struggling hard. The two stepped on the grass, so the position of the scratch was higher, the angle was greater, and she struck to the side of the rock."
"I have a feeling," Jian Yao said.
Fang Qing looked at her: "Yes, I think so."
They said in unison: "Novice."
After watching the scene, the two walked around the park again. It was getting dark, and the park was almost full of people. You can imagine that there will not be too few people even near the closed garden that night. It is almost impossible to find the killer in the vast crowd.
When they returned to the police station, it was more than nine o'clock, but the building was still brightly lit. Fang Qing parked his car in the parking lot, but he saw a car parked in the opposite direction. They saw a familiar face.
Feng Yuexi.
In the early autumn night, Feng Yuexi was wrapped in a trench coat, stepping on high heels, and standing in front of the car, it really had a pitiful and touching taste. A man got out of the car and walked up to her. The two said something, and the man took the car by her shoulders.
There was a man sitting in the co-pilot. That's a good car, two or three hundred thousand, but it's not uncommon in this city.
Jian Yao looked at them and said, "That should be Feng Yuexi's friend. Come and pick her up."
Fang Qing sneered: "Beauty is not without care."
Jian Yao turned his head to look at the old "Angry Youth" who was nearly thirty years old, and knew very well what he was "angry". After a long period of silence, he whispered, "Hey, the sheep you raised are gone, so don't laugh at the sheep that are beautiful and obedient."
Fang Qing: "... God shut up."
The two went upstairs and saw Shao Yong standing in the corridor alone, smoking. The night was stained with such a deep background behind him, the lights were blurred, and a cigarette between the fingers of the old man seemed so lonely and deep. Coupled with his tough body, he must be handsome and aggressive when he was young. At this moment, he could not tell whether his hair was whiter or his smoke was whiter.
Jian Yao's heart shook.
This was originally the most common scene. Old criminals who have worked like this for a lifetime can be seen in many police stations. But it is precisely this scene tonight. At this moment, this impression touched the memory of Jian Yao.
She suddenly remembered where she had met Shao Yong.
Her eyes became stunned-but why Shao Yong looked like she didn't know her. Or, when Pingshui met that time, he forgot her too.
But Jian Yao always felt that he had something in her eyes. And such an old criminal policeman, an old fox, probably would not easily forget the people he had met.
Jian Yao and Fang Qing approached him. Perceiving the movement, Shao Yong turned his head, extinguished the smoke, and showed them a gentle and calm expression.
"Lao Fang, you go first." Jian Yao said.
Fang Qing glanced at her unexpectedly, then looked at Shao Yong and went in. Shao Yong frowned slightly, not moving.
Jian Yao stared at him and said with a smile: "Shao team, during the National Day two years ago, during that time, Jin Yan ... he was injured at home. You once came to him with a backlog of 15 years ago . He gave you advice then, and the case was broken. Right? "
Shao Yong smiled slowly and said gently: "Jian Yao, I have been grateful to Professor Bo for helping me and that case all my life."
Jian Yao's heart is certain. Yes, Shao Yong was the man who came. It was only during that time that Bo Jinyan was so famous that too many people came to him for help from the place, so Jian Yao did not remember who Shao Yong was. After the case was broken, it seemed that between Bo Jinyan and Shao Yong, there was an uninterrupted correspondence by phone and telephone. But Jian Yao had never participated. Mr. Bo Jinyan is lonely and able to communicate with Shao Yong several times, which is rare.
"No," said Jian Yao, "and thank you for your trust in Jin Yan."
She spoke very peacefully, even with a smile in her eyes. Shao Yongsi and Bo Jinyan's current situation, but his wife is as peaceful and proud as ever, which moved Shao Yong's heart.
However, when Jian Yao turned around, he asked, "But Shao, why do you always seem to not know me today?"
Shao Yong looked at her and said nothing.
Touching his eyes, Jian Yaohu's heart moved. Then think of him making a special report to Beijing and asking for assistance from the Criminal Psychology Laboratory ...
Something flashed in Jian Yao's heart, but he failed to grasp it accurately.
At this time, a shout came from the door: "Head, head! Come on!"
Shao Yong turned and walked in, but whispered: "Jian Yao, I hope you and Jin Yan, everything is fine."
Jian Yao froze. Looking at Shao Yong's old and upright back, he finally sighed softly.

Shao Yong was right when Jian Yao sold his son, but considering that man's personality quirk and suffering had become more elusive, Shao Yong didn't want to act lightly. He is more happy to see the natural meeting, and he only needs to push the boat down the river.
However, Shao Yong did not expect that they would come so fast. He was called back to the office by his men, and when he saw his face, he felt a little stunned. Pushing the door open again, they saw that the two did not know when they were here, sitting exactly on his sofa.

Jian Yao returned to the seat she was temporarily assigned to, and sat down to start writing a preliminary criminal psychological portrait. Fang Qing lit a cigarette aside and came over and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Jian Yao replied, "I just suddenly remembered that Shao Yong had dealt with me and Jin Yan before."
Fang Qing said "Oh".
It was late at night at this time, and half of the office space was empty, and all were still investigating. The other half, like Jian Yao, are about to sort out the information in their hands. For a moment, it seemed extraordinarily quiet. Only the lighter in Fang Qing's hand had a sound of sliding.
Fang Qing and Jian Yao's seats were on the relatively quiet side, so not all criminal police noticed their return. At this moment, the doorstep came into a criminal policeman who looked very active, with a weird expression on his shoulder, and whispered, "Hey, I heard that person is here again? I heard Uncle Zhang downstairs. . "
Jian Yao was writing on the paper with a pen: "The suspect is between 20 and 40 years old ..." I heard the dialogue in my ears, but the pen edge did not stop.
"Who?" Someone asked.
"Hey! That's the one who lived in the mountains, always wearing a sunglasses mask and a black trench coat, weird ..."
Jian Yao was writing that "the economy is in good shape", and the pen sharply paused. Beside, Fang Qing's lighter still sounded unhurriedly.
"Oh, you say him. I heard that he used to be a detective and solved a lot of big cases. He is still a good buddy with our Shao team."
"Yeah. But now ..."
But now.
Jian Yao's pen stopped completely, but she couldn't move for a while. Fang Qing also looked up.
The two criminal policemen murmured because the door of Shao Yong's office rang.
Jian Yao looked at the handwriting on the paper at an unknown time. There was a sudden buzzing in the ears.
But now, her blind detective has forgotten the way home. Alone, wandering to the past.
The door not far from them opened, and someone walking on the crutches staggered out. With a bit of arrogance, a slight chuckle, but the sound of a cello bass playing continuously, above her head: "A case committed by a novice, also hidden as a treasure. Think you can stop me? Captain, you are ... too naive! "