I'm Lam. I've had a lot going on.
On April 21, 2015, there was a murder on the "xiaoqinghe" beach in our city. My childhood friend Wong died.
At that time, I was still the captain of the criminal police team, but at the scene of the murder, the leader Zhao was suspended from the investigation.
Wong, a good friend of this childhood, died and went to the bureau to submit a letter of complaint, reporting that I forced a bribe, and then he died without any reason.
I became a "probationary criminal" waiting to be dealt with.
Two days later, Zhao asked me to come to the meeting room of the Municipal Bureau early to attend a meeting and talk about this matter with me.
At the entrance of the office building of the Municipal Bureau, I saw the police car of the procuratorate, and my heart beat straight: It is not just a conversation, how can the police car be brought, which is to arrest people on the scene?
After smoking for a long time, I finally became cruel, snuffed out the cigarette and strode into the office building.
The conference room on the second floor was full of people, and everyone was looking at me.
Sitting in the middle, is the procuratorate's Liu, he is specialized in investigating public officials, his appearance, it means big trouble.
Liu said: "Lam, you are a criminal police officer, you know the process of handling cases. We named you to show that we have evidence of your crime." With that, he raised the cowhide envelope in his hand: "Does this letter look familiar?"
I looked up at Liu and asked what do you mean?
"What is your relationship with Wong? Where's the money Wong gave you? How did you kill Wong? Speak!" Liu slammed her right hand on the table, causing the cup lid on the table to shake.
"Where the fuck did you see me kill him?" I stared at Liu and surprised everyone.
Liu was scolded by me, his face turned red, and he forced his anger and said, I will give you the last chance to tell the truth, or I will arrest you back to the procuratorate.
I said: "Well, you take out the procedures, there are procedures to say anything, you want to listen to the song I will sing to you." Get the fuck out of here without any paperwork."
There was chaos in the meeting room. Some people advised me not to be impulsive, and some people went to speak well of Liu. Zhao sat on the chair with no expression and drank his tea slowly, not looking at me or Liu.
Zhao still supports me, otherwise the teacup in his hand would have hit me on the head.
I'm sure. He can't have any paperwork, or he'd be arresting me instead of having a conversation.
If Zhao doesn't make a statement, Liu feels worse than me. His face is obviously unable to hold up, and it is not good to act in front of Zhao. The atmosphere of the whole meeting room is very awkward.
"Officer La -- Lam, you misunderstand us, and so do we. We do our job. We want to find out what happened." A young female voice came.
It was the female prosecutor next to Liu. She had never seen such a scene before, and her voice was a little timid.
I don't want to make trouble on this occasion, but Liu treated me as a criminal when he came, and this attitude made me angry.
I said if there's a question, ask it.
The lady prosecutor was relieved to hear me say that.
"What is your relationship to the deceased Wong?" "She said.
Wong was my best friend when I was a kid, no, really only half a kid. Because I haven't seen him since I was 10, until the end of last year.
On the evening of December 20, 2014, I was working at the "Xiaojie" police station when 110 police officers brought in a man. After the police officer finished the handover process, two burly auxiliary police officers carried him to the crime area like chickens.
This guy was crying all the way, and I looked back, and I thought I looked familiar. But to my surprise, he actually called out my name.
"Lam, help me!"
I asked him who he was.
He said I'm Wong, you don't know me.
He has been crying injustice, saying that he was followed, and wanted to call the police for help, but the police not only did not help him, but also wanted to "fuck him".
I often deal with drug users, watching Wong's evasive words and flustered eyes, and knowing that he was probably on drugs, I didn't ask any more questions.
People at the "Little Street" police station later said Wong had been detained for drug use.
"How did you and Wong meet?" 'asked the prosecutor.
I said I met him long ago, when I was wearing pants, you want to hear this?
She nodded.
I was born in the Provincial capital Machinery Foundry, my mother is a foundry worker, and Wong's parents are colleagues.
Wong is two years older than me, and often takes me to play with him. Wong's mother also regards me as a "dry son", and the two families are very close.
"And then?"
The foundry went bankrupt, my mom was laid off, and the Wongs moved out of town. We slowly cut off contact until we met at the "small street" police station.
The female prosecutor looked at the computer screen, typing notes quickly, and the sound of typing rang out in the conference room.
'Tell me about his accident?
On February 18, 2015, the Chinese New Year's Eve, Wong broke his leg when he was hit by a long-distance truck in Chengzhong Village, far from the city.
A few days later, I learned that he had been in a car accident, so I bought some things and went to the hospital to see him.
"To see him? After so many years of no contact, once we meet, we are so good?" The female prosecutor interrupted me.
I said you're not having any fun, it's my freedom to visit him in the hospital.
I met Wong and his mother, my "godmother", at the hospital.
The "godmother" was very happy to see me and said that if you worked in the Public Safety Bureau, Wong's car accident case would not be worried.
Wong was very nervous at the time, and when the "godmother" was not looking, he repeatedly begged me not to mention his drug use.
Why, I asked Wong, did he travel so far in the New Year? He talked to me for a long time. He didn't say anything.
"And then?" The prosecutor asked, tapping on her keyboard.
I said later, and then I found out he was buying drugs that day.
"Who are the drug dealers?"
I said I'm still working on it.
The female prosecutor turned to stare at me, trying to read my expression: "When did you offer to help Wong 'find a relationship'?"
With a calm look on my face, I said that "looking for relationships" was not my suggestion.
That day in the hospital, the "godmother" said that the driver had run away, Wong had no medical expenses, and asked me to go to the traffic police to ask.
After all, "asking" is not against discipline, so I went to Zheng, who is with the traffic police brigade and is in charge of Wong's case.
Zheng said Wong's case was very strange, as the car seemed to disappear into thin air and could not be found.
Zheng said: "Wong is a bit strange and often answers the wrong questions."
On the day Wong was discharged from the hospital, I took him home, and at his house, the "godmother" gave me a bank card and begged me to help her "unclog" the case of Wong's car accident and solve it quickly.
I couldn't refuse, so I took it, thinking I'd find a chance to return it later.
"What do you mean you can't refuse?" The prosecutor sat up straight.
I said she had a heart attack, she was very emotional that day, I dared not stimulate her, so I had to accept it.
"Where's the bank card? How much money is in it?"
I smiled and said that the card had been in the safe in the office, I did not know how much money, and I wanted to know that you could check it.
Liu immediately coordinated with Zhao to get the bank card, and Zhao arranged a police officer to go.
The female prosecutor flipped through the notebook, it seems that these three days, they have done a lot of homework for me.
"Lam, how is your relationship with Feng?"
She suddenly asked about Feng, which made me a little confused. I asked her, what does this have to do with Feng?
The female prosecutor did not make a statement, only saying that she was following procedure and would answer whatever she asked.
I said that. Procedure. Feng and I are superiors and subordinates, and we usually have a business relationship.
"What about your personal friendship?" 'she continued.
When I say procedural matters are not personal, what exactly are you asking?
I actually have a very good relationship with Feng. He, Zheng and I are the "iron triangle" of the Public Security Bureau.
When I was deputy director of the "Little Street" Institute, Feng was transferred and followed me all the time.
The female prosecutor said that they checked the police platform and learned that after Wong's car accident, there was another arson, and the police officer was Feng, but my name was on the report.
"You don't have the authority to investigate that arson case, so why are you involved?"
On April 1, 2015, April Fool's Day, Wong called me and said there was a fire at my house.
He asked me to sleep over. I thought he was joking.
But I went to his house anyway. By the time I arrived, the fire had been put out, but luckily it was put out in time and the Wongs were not hurt.
"Why is Wong's house on fire?"
Neglected old residential areas, there are ten thousand reasons for fire.
But the fire brigade said the blaze at his home was basically arson, and they found a glass bottle in the window containing gasoline.
So the arson case was handed over to Feng, and I asked him what he thought of the arson case.
Feng said it was like seeking revenge.
"Did Wong have enemies?" 'asked the prosecutor.
I said I don't know. It's just speculation.
There are three types of people who do this: the angry, the mentally ill and the vengeful.
Wong lives on the third floor, the anger is generally non-selective nearby attacks, picking on the third floor residents is not likely; It's unlikely that a psychopath would make a Molotov cocktail, so we're assuming revenge.
"Who has a grudge against him?" The female prosecutor was fascinated and could not help asking.
I look at the female prosecutor, this question is too unnutritious, I want to know who has a grudge against Wong, the case has already been solved, I am still sitting here talking to you.
She also reacted, a little embarrassed, changed the way of asking: "What was found in the arson case at the end?"
On April 8, a week after the arson, Feng called to tell me that he had spotted a suspicious person on his surveillance camera.
Feng showed me a video from a few days before the murder.
In the video, a middle-aged man wearing a red hat and brown coat carries a red plastic bag in his right hand, which appears to contain a bottle.
Security cameras set up under the eaves of a corner, caught the man passing sideways, then turning the corner into the alley, and finally disappearing at the end of the alley.
In subsequent videos, the same man walks past security cameras carrying the same bag. This man hasn't been seen since the arson.
I asked Feng, did you get a face shot?
Feng said the other cameras screened it, and they didn't even catch anyone. Feng asked the residents' committee, property owners and building managers for identification, and all speculated that the man was not a resident of the community.
I said, how did this camera catch him?
He said he put it on himself.
The camera that captured the middle-aged man was not a unified surveillance system installed by the Public Security Bureau, but a concealed probe that Feng installed himself a few months ago to catch a gang of electric-car thieves.
When Feng installed the probe, he made a mistake - he only wanted to take pictures of dead spots in other surveillance cameras, and when he did, he realized that dead spots could be captured, but only a dead spot.
This dead Angle is critical, because to be photographed by Feng's probe, it is necessary to avoid all other probes in the community.
"You mean he was deliberately avoiding the neighborhood cameras?" The prosecutor's face became serious.
I nodded. That's the only way to explain it.
"And what did you find out?" The female prosecutor continued to ask. Liu, who was sitting beside her, was a little dissatisfied and turned to interrupt her: "Then who, whose case are you investigating?"
The female prosecutor looked a little embarrassed: "Why are you involved in the investigation of Wong's case? That's not in your job description. What's your motivation?"
"My duty?" I smiled, "I'm a policeman, shouldn't I take care of the case?"
The female prosecutor quickly defended, she did not mean this, she said the case is not your management, why do you want to participate?
I said you have to ask Zhao, he makes the rules, we have the guidance of this area.
The female prosecutor looked at Zhao, who nodded.
"Lam, let me ask you, where were you when Wong died?" Liu looked at his subordinates for a long time did not ask anything, and finally could not resist and asked questions in person.
I said that night the rainstorm, I sleep at home, it is difficult to go to the street happy.
"Who can prove it?"
When I say single, only my bed proves it.
Someone laughed at the scene, and I kind of wanted to laugh too.
Liu looked at me with a tiger face and asked me what were you doing the day before?
I thought about it and said that Zheng had asked me to go to the traffic police for Wong's accident.
When I arrived at the traffic police, Zheng threw me a stack of technical data, saying that the technical colleagues had used several technical methods to collect all the mobile phone numbers that appeared on the target road when Wong was involved in the accident.
But the problem is, at the time of Wong's accident, 10 sets of numbers near him were all ruled out as suspects.
I was surprised that the car that hit Wong was on a long distance trip and the driver couldn't have been without his cell phone.
Zheng said that the technical parameters would not lie, unless Wong had something to clarify, and asked me to go to Wong again the next day to question.
The next day, Wong had an accident. I was suspended by Zhao at the scene of Wong's death because Wong had reported me for soliciting bribes.
"Is it true that Lam Wong's death had nothing to do with you?"
Liu's problems always made me angry. I took a deep breath and said that if he were still alive, I wouldn't have so much trouble.
"But before Wong's death, you had someone nicknamed 'Lu', who was also a registered drug user, follow Wong. How do you explain that?" Liu sounded very proud. He really thought he had caught me.
I froze for a moment, looked at Zhao, and asked him for instructions with my eyes.
Zhao finally said, "Lu is Lam's criminal agent, and his identity needs to be kept secret."
Liu was not willing, so I had to make it clear, and I didn't have to keep it secret any longer.
Wong's accident happened on Lianhua Road in the Tangshan district as he rushed to buy drugs from a dealer he said went by the nickname "Jiang".
Wong knew a name, and when I asked Lu about Jiang, Lu told me that he had died five years earlier.
I was also confused, but Lu gave Jiang's real name, and I verified on the police station that Jiang had indeed died five years earlier from a heroin overdose.
Why would Wong lie to me?
To find out the truth, I asked Lu to secretly follow Wong.
"What did Lu report back?" Liu asked.
Mr. Wong rarely goes outside, except twice to xiaoqinghe Park, where he spends time by the river, doing nothing.
I asked Lu to keep following him until something happened to Wong.
"Can he be trusted?" Liu then asked.
Zhao took up the conversation, saying that Lu had investigated and was credible.
Liu finished asking, stared at the computer record for a long time, and then ordered his staff to continue questioning, and left the meeting room with a gloomy face.
"Officer Lam, please tell us what happened on the day of Wong's murder."
After Liu left, the female prosecutor's tone was more gentle, using a "please" word.
Early in the morning of April 21, 2015, "xiaoqinghe" side of an abandoned construction site, the guard uncle found someone lying at the bottom of the pit, and thought that someone was drunk and sleeping, approached a look, a man was inserted into the flesh and blood.
Grandpa scared out of his wits and called the police.
The bus pass on the victim identified him as Wong.
Feng informed me that we arrived at the crime scene at noon.
There is a 5 meters deep crater at the abandoned site, which is very prominent. I stood at the edge of the pit and looked in. The bottom of the concrete pit was full of blood. The smell of fish rose and made my stomach turn.
Police officers 110 said that when they arrived in the morning, they saw Wong at first sight, his body was pierced by four steel bars at the bottom of the pit.
Based on lividity and rigor mortis, the medical examiner initially determined that this was the first scene of Wong's death, which occurred around 3 a.m.
There was a body bag bulging at the edge of the pit.
I unzipped the body bag and was momentarily stung by even more blood.