The hot pot restaurant next to the police station, recently there was always a middle-aged man, no friends, no female companion, eating alone.
Lam and his partners, every time can run into middle-aged men, once, after eating two plates of instant-boiled mutton, a plate of lettuce, a plate of wide powder, eat a serial murder.
One of my hobbies is studying serial killers, who tend to prey on strangers, but do no harm in front of people they know.
In comparison, more frightening, are those who do not know the target, according to the rules, and extremely patient murderers.
There is a hot pot restaurant in the pedestrian street not far from the "South of the city" branch, and Feng often drags me to have a dental feast. But this guy's a bitch, always yelling, never paying.
In May 2016, Feng "invited" me to eat hot pot again. I could not stand it anymore and decided to educate him.
Arriving at the shop, Feng asked me to order, I first pressed the menu and asked him who would pay for the meal today. Feng had a bad smile on his face and found another excuse.
I said don't pull it, you just pull it, you can't make any excuses this time.
Feng still wanted to say something, I interrupted him, saying that you can dig down like this, I will not eat with you in the future, then you can only like him. Saying that, I rushed Feng slanted behind the table with profusely chin.
Feng looked back and saw a middle-aged man with an oversized panda sitting opposite him.
This is a special service of hot pot restaurants - those who come alone to eat hot pot, the waiter will provide stuffed animals.
Some people think that this service is thoughtful and thoughtful to avoid the embarrassment of a person shabu, but in the eyes of others, it always feels like a joke.
"The man is coming again." "Feng said. He was there all these times to eat hot pot, specifically, the giant panda across from him.
Feng asked me, "Why is his bear so big?" There are several tables around with toys, all kinds of toys, but they are much smaller than the middle-aged man's panda.
I smiled and said that maybe he was more lonely than others.
I looked at a middle-aged man about seven meters tall, about 40 years old, hair care neatly, thin face with a pair of silver-rimmed glasses, wearing a white shirt, gray suit pants, and brown shoes.
Feng said: "This guy is a bit strange. Last time I saw him, he was wearing a wedding ring on his left hand."
Feng, out of professional sensitivity, felt something was wrong with the man. These few times I saw him eat hot pot, neither with his wife, nor with friends, just sit opposite the panda, wide-eyed.
I said, "What do you care about so much, people are paying for it themselves?"
Feng laughed and said, "Maybe next time."
A week later, Feng finally realized his conscience and asked me to eat hot pot, and repeatedly stated that he would pay for the meal.
I was so flattered that after work, I rushed to the hot pot restaurant.
When Feng ordered food, I automatically looked for the panda, but didn't see it, and suddenly felt a little funny about my move.
"Don't look, did not come, it has almost become our habit" Feng said with a smile.
While we were eating and talking, the guests gradually increased, and the lobby was bustling with waiters running back and forth to welcome guests, passing dishes and cleaning, and they were extremely busy.
Suddenly, I heard someone arguing nearby. I was still hesitating to advise, when there was another loud noise, a mixture of screams and a man's growl.
"Bad, I feel like I've flipped the table." We got up quickly and walked in the direction of the sound.
I took two turns before I found my position.
It was none other than a middle-aged man with a panda doll.
His face was red, he was yelling at the waiter, and he was still waving his hands in the air, as if he were going to hit someone, without any of his previous elegance.
The table in front of the middle-aged man was overturned on the ground, the bottom of the pot and food were scattered everywhere, and a waiter was sitting on the ground, which seemed to burn his foot.
The panda is hanging upside down, with its head tilted, its belly bulging and half of its butt resting on a chair, staring at the waiter.
I stood in front of the middle-aged brother and said I was a policeman and asked him to stop.
The eldest brother saw that I was not wearing a uniform, and he said, "While you are staying, I am also the father of the police."
"Try one more word." Feng immediately grabbed him, and I quickly stopped Feng and flashed my police officer's card.
The elder brother then stopped and stared at the officer's certificate for a long time: "Oh, I'm sorry officer, I didn't mean that."
I ignored him and asked Feng to call the police and then check on the waitress. Most of the base spilled onto her shoes, and only a little burned her calf.
I asked her if she wanted to go to the hospital, and she said it was fine, just a matter of simple care.
The quarrel broke out because the waiter's foot slipped while serving the bottom of the pan and half of the broth spilled, most of it on the panda doll.
Middle-aged brother was very angry, the male waiter repeatedly apologized, another waitress also apologized, want to pick up the panda to wipe clean, the result do not know what happened, the panda's butt pulled open a cut.
The eldest brother immediately became angry and pushed the waitress down. And then they started arguing, and he got angry, and then he flipped the table.
"What a matter, and flip the table!" I shouted at him, "The panda is originally in the store, dirty also do not want you to wash, as to start?"
The scene was a mess, with broken glass on tables and cutlery scattered everywhere. Big brother did not answer, his face was red.
After a while, the police arrived at the hot pot shop, Feng to lead the Chuang said what happened, Chuang to take the waitress and middle-aged brother back to the police station to deal with.
Big brother holding the panda is about to go, I asked, how did you take the doll away?
He said, "Why can't I take my doll?"
I want you to hurry away, today after a long time, please return guests.
He carried the panda out, walking very carefully, but there was too much oil on the ground, and without taking two steps, his feet began to slip.
Seeing that he was about to fall, Feng reacted quickly and reached out to catch him, but instead of catching him, he grabbed the panda in his arms.
At one sound, the panda's butt opened wider.
"Fuck..." The man's face suddenly changed and he stared at Feng, his eyes full of anger.
Feng also froze for a moment and was about to apologize when something fell out of the opening.
The thing was wrapped in a layer of red silk, and the eldest brother bent down to pick it up, but he held a bear and a handbag in one hand, in a very awkward posture, and could not reach it.
Feng took the opportunity to help him pick it up. As soon as he got it, I saw something wrong with Feng. At this moment, the middle-aged elder brother was also looking at Feng with fear in his eyes.
He reached for it, but Feng didn't let go.
What's in it?
Big brother said nothing, trying to drag it away.
"Take your time, open it and see." Feng will push back the red cloth.
The elder brother was excited and grabbed it with his other hand, Shouting, "This is my personal property, you have no right to open it!"
Before he could hold on to his hands, Feng opened the red cloth, which was wrapped in a large plastic binder containing a bag full of white powder.
Everyone at the scene froze.
I looked at my brother and said, what is this?
Years of police experience tell me that the packaging is secret, and it is a sealing pocket, which is full of white powder, probably drugs.
Feng also reacted and immediately grabbed the elder brother's wrist. He also tried to resist and lunged for the bag of white powder, but was soon knocked to the ground.
At 8:20 PM on May 23, 2016, the middle-aged brother was taken to the "South of the city" Public Security Bureau.
In the interrogation room, he sat in the interrogation chair and said nothing, his face angry.
His belongings are arranged in front of a chair, in addition to the panda doll and briefcase, there is a black wallet, a set of keys, an iPhone 5, a bag of yellow crane Tower and a work card.
There is his name on the work card, called Chan, is a chemistry teacher of the Provincial Construction Engineering College, the file is very clean, the police comprehensive platform found that he has no criminal record, no drugs.
The packet of white powder, it's been sent for testing, and the results are still pending.
I had a lot of questions: "What's in the bag? Why is it in a doll? Why do you always go to hot pot restaurants with dolls?"
Chan did not answer, but stressed his right to privacy and complained that the police did not have the right to take his belongings.
Feng could not bear to listen, and at the other side, he choked him: "Don't beat around the fucking circle with me, you will feel better if you don't tell me."
Chan leered at Feng and fell silent again, as if this were his silent protest.
Feng is angry, but the package is still being tested and we can only wait. I found the police, let him deal with the hot pot restaurant dispute first.
While Chuang led the men into the interview room, Feng and I went outside and waited for the anti-narcotics brigade to return the information.
I threw Feng a cigarette and lit it myself.
Feng asked me how likely was that package to be drugs? I said I was just skeptical.
It did look like drugs, but I've never seen a bag this big.
At the same time, Chan is suspicious, if it is not drugs, why he hid it in the doll's body, and was very nervous when found.
Feng was puzzled, how could a university teacher who did not use drugs sell drugs?
I asked him, have you seen Breaking Bad?
Feng nodded and was about to speak when he was interrupted by a colleague who walked into the precinct carrying white powder.
I said, "Well, did you get the results?"
The colleague smiled and said, "Lam, where did you get this?"
I said: "You don't care so much, quickly say the result, the time is not early, people are still in the interrogation room closed, is the drug to do the formalities, not I will immediately release people."
The colleague said that the bag was not drugs, but it was best not to let people go.
I asked him why, and he said something was wrong.
I was a little anxious: "Don't beat around the bush, it's not drugs, it's illegal chemicals." Industrial materials?"
"No, I didn't think of it at first, oh, I didn't think of it that way."
"Is that?"
"Ashes, a big bag of ashes."
Chan put the ashes in a plastic sealer bag, wrapped it in red cloth, stuffed it with panda dolls, and took the pandas to eat hot pot.
Feng and I are both stupid and have never seen anyone with such a proclivity.
Colleagues said that the test is ashes, but it is not clear whether it is human ashes or animal ashes, and this package of ashes for some years, have begun to deteriorate.
We take the ashes, we find Chuang.
When Chuang heard that it was a bag of ashes, he was also confused: "There are so many weirdos these days."
I asked him how to deal with the hot pot restaurant, he said that the package of things frightened the staff, thought Chan was a drug dealer, hot pot restaurant vice president came, said that this matter is not pursued, they do not want to get involved.
After dealing with the hot pot restaurant, Feng and I went back into the interview room and put the ashes in front of Chan.
"Chan, what the hell is going on?"
Chan looked up at me, told the officer all he had to say, and didn't know what else to say.
I said we were talking about hot pot, now we're talking about your ashes.
Chan's face changed.
"Whose ashes?" I asked him point-blank.
"My lover's." "Chan said.
Chan said the bag of ashes belonged to his late wife Jiajia.
But Chan's personal information lists his marital status as unmarried.
He said that Jiajia and I did not get a license, but we put on a banquet, and later when we were ready to get a license, she died accidentally.
Where did the ashes come from?
'Her parents gave it to me as a souvenir,' Ms. Chan said.
I am very impressed with Chan's infatuation, but the procedure has to go, ready to ask Jiajia's family for confirmation.
Chan said Jiajia was an only child and her parents died after her.
I searched for Jiajia's parents on the police comprehensive platform, but all showed no such person.
I tried other ways to find Jiajia's relatives. I just needed someone to confirm Chan's relationship with Jiajia. After a long time, I couldn't find anyone.
After all, the provincial police integrated platform only came into use in 2010. According to Chan, Jiajia's family died around 1997, so it is understandable that no information can be found.
Why, I asked Chan, would he put his ashes in a panda doll and take them to a hot pot restaurant?
'Over the years, I kept my ashes with me, first in a sandalwood box, then wrapped in silk when the box broke,' Ms. Chan said. 'She loved hot pot most, so I used to take them to hot pot restaurants.'
When Chan discovered that hotpot restaurants provided dolls for guests who ate alone, he learned to buy a panda doll and put the ashes in it.
When I asked Chan, Feng looked through Chan's belongings.
He saw a small photo in Chan's wallet and handed it to me, and when I looked at it, I thought it was strange.
It wasn't a whole picture, it was ripped apart, about a quarter of the size of a normal five-inch picture.
It was a cropped photo of a young girl with three words written on the back: "I love May."
There are also two numbers under the Chinese characters, 10 and 21.
I took the picture and asked him, who is this?
Chan took a deep breath and was very dissatisfied: "I have said all that needs to be said, and there is no crime, how can you casually go through my bag?"
This question puzzled me, but I still explained to him that people who enter the case area of the public security organs, goods inspection is a necessary link.
Chan gave me a reluctant look and said, 'This is my daughter Chan may.'
I said, aren't you married? Where's your daughter?
Chan got angry and said, "I can't have a daughter without a license. Chan may was born to Jiajia and me."
And I said, what do those two numbers mean?
Chan said it was my daughter's birthday, October 21.
Once again, I could not find Chan may's household registration information on the Integrated police platform.
I find it strange that we can't trace any of the people Chan mentioned.
I asked Chan, what's going on?
'My daughter went abroad five years ago to look for my sister,' Mr. Chan said. 'She has already done the immigration procedures, and the domestic account has long been closed.'
I asked him for a number and called, it was an Australian number, but it didn't get through.
There are two time zones ahead of the local, Chan may be resting, so I did not call again.
That picture makes me wonder. A dad either keeps a picture of his family or a picture of his daughter alone in his wallet.
But this photo of Chan may clearly have been cut out of an entire photo.
Chan sighed, saying he had been too busy at work to take care of his daughter, with whom he never got along.
Later, she went abroad to study, and even had no decent photos at hand, so she looked for a group photo of her former school, but the group photo was too big to put the wallet, so she had to cut her part.
This statement is very far-fetched, Feng immediately questioned him, now the Internet is so convenient, with your daughter to take a video, or look for the selfie she posted online, how can you not get?
"I told you it was not a good relationship, why would you video me, and I can't understand the Internet." Chan responded with a disapproving note.
Every family has its own difficulties, maybe Chan really has a secret.
I'll talk to Chuang about how to handle this.
Chuang said: "Leave the ashes at the precinct for the time being, then ask Chan to issue a certificate, then come back to collect the ashes. I will check the registration center tomorrow."
We have the same idea, although we can't find loopholes, but always feel strange - Chan said reasonable, but when it comes to proof, not the parties are dead or can not be contacted, how can it be so coincidence.
I went into the interview room again and asked Chan one last question: "Do you have any relatives who can give us contact information so we can call and check?"
Chan shakes his head. "I am an only child. My parents are dead. I have no relatives."
"You mean that you have no relatives, and the Jiajia family has no relatives, and the people who can help you prove it are either dead or unreachable, right?" I was a little annoyed. There was a thorn in my side.
Chan calmed down at this point and replied lightly: "The reality is like this, or you say what to do, officer?"
I said I'd go home and rest today, but I can't take the ashes, they'll be held at the precinct for a few days.
Chan asked, how many days?
We need to verify your story, and don't leave town for a few days. We could have you here any minute.
Chan nods and gets up to collect his things.
I had internal security check him in, and Chan was looking at the bag of ashes before he left.
Chan's case was handed over to the "small Street" police station, I made a record on the internal platform, and then let it go.
A month later, the overall situation began the semi-annual property management action, the internal police suddenly called me, said that the precinct has a package of things, signed my name, but the archives did not find the corresponding file, let me go to see.
When I got there, it was the bag of ashes, and it was still sitting there.
I quickly called Feng and asked why the ashes were still in the station.
As a result, Feng was more angry than me, saying that Chan guy had lost contact.
What's going on?
"I looked for everything I needed to find," Feng said. "When I found his school, they said Chan had recently left and didn't know where he had gone."
I quickly made an appointment with him, and the two of us went to the College of Construction Engineering together and found Wang from the organization Personnel section.
He said Chan resigned 20 days ago to work for an out-of-town company, but it was unclear where.
Wang suggested we go to the Chemical Materials Institute where Chan used to work.
"I don't know where Chan has gone," said an associate dean. "But it's normal for teachers to change jobs. After all, salaries are limited and his major is highly sought-after in society."
Was there anything wrong with Chan before he left?
Deputy dean thought for a moment, said Chan was very anxious, supposedly the whole procedure down, what also take two months, but he has been urging, and finally only half a month to finish.
What's Chan's hurry, I ask?
The deputy dean said that the company may urge the urgent, but in general, the teacher will go to the company part-time for a period of time, do not understand why Chan is so urgent.
After we finished talking, the vice dean reacted: "What do you want to see Chan, is he guilty?"
I told him about the ashes, and the vice president shook his head.
He thought about it and said that Chan's dormitory was still there, and everything was confiscated. Would you like to have a look?
The vice dean took Feng and me to a single dormitory, asked the administrator for the key, and opened a dormitory on the third floor.
I was surprised: "Chan is not old enough to buy a house, how can he live here?"
The deputy dean was helpless and said Chan was a weirdo.
Chan started working at the university after graduating from university and lived in a single room.
At that time, the school had a policy that two unmarried teachers had a single dormitory and took the marriage certificate to participate in the school's welfare housing distribution.
People who work with Chan at the same time, soon married and moved to a new house, and he has been single, living in a single building.
When the school saw Chan getting older, they gave him a single room.
When we entered Chan's dormitory, the whole room looked like it had been ransacked by thieves.
Clothes, daily necessities and other things are thrown everywhere, it seems that Chan left in a hurry and did not take much luggage.
The panda was lying on the floor, the gash on the back of his butt still open, like a corpse.
"It's not like leaving a job, it's like running away." Feng saw this picture and muttered to himself.
On the way back, we talked about what to do next, and the ashes were a headache, a hassle to deal with.
I suddenly remembered that Chuang had to go to the household registration center to check Jiajia's information, so I asked Feng to give him a call, and they did find something.
At the first meeting, Chuang said that Chan's parents had died young and he had no other relatives, and he was not lying about that.
I asked him. Then what?
'It's impossible to find Jiajia,' says Chuang. 'Everything we can think of is being used.'
"But I did find something out about that Chan may." Chuang pulled out a household registration slip and handed it to me.
I took it and saw that it was a girl, 16 or 17 years old, whose name was written "May".
Chuang pulled out his phone again and clicked on a photo of the name "Chan may" in Chan's wallet.
The two photos are very similar when compared.
Chan lied to us by calling May Chan may.
"Are we sure they're the same person?" I asked Chuang.
He zoomed in on the photo on his phone and said, Lam, look closely at the background of the photo.
In the background is the gate of half a red building, the gate is built very characteristic, it is an inverted triangle.
"Oh, this is the gate of North China Normal University." I said.
My aunt teaches in North China Normal University and lives in the family home of the university. When I was a child, I often visited her home. Every time I went, I had to pass the school gate, which was very impressive.
The inverted triangular gate, once a feature of North China Normal University, was torn down more than a decade ago.
And the girl in the picture, she's 16, 17.
That is to say, this May is at least in her thirties, and Chan is in her early forties, so "May" cannot be his daughter.
"It gets worse," Chuang said. "Lam, look at the back."
I flipped over the bottom sheet and saw that it read, "Closed by death August 21, 1996."
Another dead man?
"Yes, twenty years." "Chuang said.
'Cause of death?
May died in an accident 20 years ago. Judging from her age, she is not Chan's daughter.
Photos in Chan's wallet, ashes in a panda, a non-existent fiancee and a fictional daughter.
"So, could that be the ashes?"
Chuang nodded. "It's probably May's."
"Does she have any family left?"
Chuang said that the person who signed the cremation form, named Ganny, may be her relative.
This was not a big deal, Chan, honestly, we find someone to confirm, it will be over. But if he's gonna lie, he's gonna make us dig it up.
There are a lot of "Ganny" people in this city, and we sifted through them and finally settled on two.
Chuang will take an auxiliary policeman. Feng and I will team up. The soldiers will split in two.
Feng and I were still on our way, and Chuang called, telling us not to run, and he found it.
Ganny lives in the "Qinghe" district government compound and is a civil servant.
He said he did have a sister named May, but she died unexpectedly, and I don't know why we're looking for her.
Where, I asked him, May be buried?
Ganny said: "She died unmarried in vain, according to the custom of her hometown can not go to the grave, so she has been in the ancestral temple."
I asked him to take us to see, Ganny was very resistant, I said nothing will not come all the way to you, you will know.
Ganny frowned and said, "OK, then." He got into the police car and took us to his family's grave.
Ganny's ancestral grave is not small, but overgrown, it seems that no one has cared for it for a long time.
He led us around a cluster of graves to a red brick hut.
Ganny reached for the lock and muttered, "Her ashes are in there."
But as soon as he touched the lock, he knew something was wrong. The rusty lock was broken, and the iron lock was a decoration.
Ganny looked confused and led us into the room. In the middle of the room was a shabby eight-fairy table, which could not see the original color.
On the table was an urn with a photograph of a woman attached to it.
Ganny looked at the urn, scratched her head and said, "I remember, there was a red cloth on the urn."
I pulled out the red silk cloth that Chan had wrapped his ashes in and asked him if it was this one?
Ganny took it and looked at it again and again. She suddenly remembered something. She shook the red cloth away and said in surprise, "Yes, it's this one with a sewn mark."
He looked puzzled and asked me where the red cloth came from.
I asked him, do you know Chan?
Who's that? Never heard of it.
Well, you better see if the ashes are still there.
Ganny was confused by this. He pointed to the urn and said it was not here.
I said, that's the urn. I'll show you the ashes.
Reacting, Ganny reached over to lift the lid of the urn and easily removed it, indicating that the seal had been broken.
He took off the lid and peered inside with a surprised expression.
I asked him, what's wrong?
Ganny ignored me, saying, "No.
I hurried forward, turned on the flashlight I had brought with me, and shone into the urn. Feng also rushed up tightly.
In the urn, only the bottom of the urn has a shallow layer of ashes, which looks more like an empty jar.
Ganny looked straight at me and said nothing.
I said that when this person stole the ashes, he should be very anxious, broke the door lock, the altar cover was also damaged, and it is estimated that he ran away with the ashes, and did not come and restore the scene.
In the office of the "South of the city" public security Bureau, Ganny placed a bag of ashes in front of him.
He just finished his statement, and he kept asking me how he knew the ashes were his sister's.
I mean, other than the red silk, there's no way to know who the ashes belong to unless we catch Chan.
Ganny asked, don't you have a DNA test? Don't you have a DNA test?
I said, it's a movie, DNA tests have to be organic, ashes are all inorganic salts, no matter how advanced technology can be tested.
Ganny wondered: "Then you don't know the identity of the ashes, how did you find me?"
I handed May the photo to him.
Surprised, he confirms that the girl in the photo is his sister and asks, who stole the ashes?
I told him about Chan and showed him pictures of Chan, but Ganny didn't know him at all.
"You never found out that your sister's ashes were stolen?"
"Every year I go back to my hometown on Qingming to visit my parents' graves and look at my sister's urn. Who would think that someone would steal the ashes?"
Ganny also did not answer the blackmail call, I am more and more puzzled about Chan, what he wants to do?
Ganny said she wanted to take her sister's ashes, and I said I couldn't because Chan hadn't caught them yet.
"What does it matter?"
"If the ashes are really your sister, Chan is suspected of stealing and insulting the remains. The ashes are evidence. If the ashes are not your sister's, it is useless for you to take them back."
He thought the same reason, had to go.
Feng asked me, what's the next step?
I said what else to do? Subpoena.
Feng quickly went through the formalities and sent a message to the sister unit at the same time.
Unexpectedly, five days after the summons was issued, Chan turned up at the school of Construction Engineering.
This news was revealed to me by the vice dean of the Chemical Materials School, and I said that you delay Chan as much as possible while you ask Feng to immediately arrest the person.
But we were still too late, and by the time Feng and his men arrived, Chan was already gone.
Feng was furious and asked the vice dean why he had let people run away.
The vice dean looked aggrieved. I tried my best. I brought two people and I couldn't stop him.
Chan was alert, went back to the dormitory, and then, under the pretext of going to the bathroom, jumped through the window and ran away.
We watch the CCTV footage of Chan's escape: a man in a yellow T-shirt and brown shorts is running wildly as two security guards chase him.
I asked the assistant dean, since he had returned to the school, why did he run away again? Did he find something wrong?
Vice president said: "Blame me, I said a policeman came to find him, let him wait."
"What was he doing back in the dorm?"
"He said he was coming back to get something."
"Take something, do you see?"
The assistant dean handed me a plastic bag and said, "It's in there. He left it when he ran."
I pulled open the plastic bag and there was a picture.
The photo is a group photo of four people, the prototype of May's photo in Chan's wallet, with the gate of North China Normal University in the background.
May is standing on the far left of the photo, and the other three people appear to be her classmates.
"Chan came all the way back for this picture?" Feng is a little puzzled.
I ignored him, paying attention to the photo, always feel that the boy on the far right is very familiar, he is not tall, a little fat, grow quite spirit.
Feng took the photo, looked at it for a while, went to the computer, pulled up Chan's household registration photo, compared the two photos, and then pulled up Chan's previous household registration photo, and a black and white photo popped up.
Feng was excited: "Look at this, Lam, that's him!"
The boy next to May in the photo is Chan.
I stared at the picture, lost in thought.
Stealing a pot of ashes? And jumping off a building? Or the third floor, close to 10 meters, not afraid of falling?
Why would he come back specifically for this picture? What's the motive and purpose of taking such a risk, even if you know you're being watched by the police?
This complete photo, is it also Chan's? If so, then why would he have two identical photos?
Feng also muttered at the side: Originally thought it was just to steal ashes, this is becoming more and more complicated.
I changed the subpoena to an online pursuit, but no one expected us to find Chan pretty soon.
After a week of online pursuit, someone called the police to report that a middle-aged male body was found on the beach of the Qinghe River in the jurisdiction, and the police in the Tangshan District rushed to the scene and found an ID card with the name "Chan".
'Dead? Neither Feng nor I reacted.
I quickly contacted the "Tangshan" branch and learned that the body had been sent to the funeral home.
When Feng and I arrived at the funeral home, the police were already waiting for us.
Pulling open the freezer and the shroud, Chan's face was already white and swollen in the water.
Feng took out the group photo, pointed to the slightly fat boy on it and said, "Look Lam, this looks exactly like the photo."
I glared at Feng. This guy was joking all the time.
This morning, several morning exercisers found Chan's body, presumed to have been pushed ashore by the river last night or this morning, but the location of the fall has not been found.
Chan's body was wearing a blue short-sleeved T-shirt, brown blazer pants, brown ankle socks and black leather shoes, but one shoe was missing and presumably washed away after falling into the water.
In addition, there were no injuries on the body, and no marks of binding were found.
According to the preliminary judgment of the medical examiner, Chan died from drowning, and from the giant view of the body, the death time is about 48 hours. Preliminarily ruled out foul play, suggesting an accidental fall, or suicide.
Police said, we are sending people to monitor along the river bank to find the image of Chan falling into the water, and now, waiting for relatives to sign, the forensic doctor will conduct a deeper autopsy.
"Don't wait, talk to the medical examiner, this guy has no relatives, we are waiting for the results." I'll have the police call the M.E. immediately.
"Suicide, guilty of suicide, guilty of stealing ashes?"
"Maybe it was an accident?"
"He died just after I sent a message online. It was so unexpected."
I asked the police, where is the victim's personal belongings?
He went back to the car and brought a bag, said it was all in here.
When I looked, it was just a wallet with cash, bank cards and May's photo.
What about cell phones? Is there a suicide note?
He said everything he found was here.
Chan died, full of questions and question marks.
Two days later, the autopsy results came back.
Triazolam, commonly known as "sweat medicine", was first used to treat insomnia and anxiety disorders, and later because of the effect of extremely fast, was seen by some criminals, used for robbery and sexual assault.
The presence of the drug in Chan's blood means his death wasn't that simple.
According to the autopsy report, a rich but undigested food residue was found in Chan's stomach, suggesting that Chan had eaten a large meal before he died.
We need to find out where he went into the water and determine if he went into the water actively or passively.
According to procedure, Chan's death was investigated.
The police will be responsible for figuring out where Chan went before his death, and Feng and I will be responsible for Chan's social relations.
The telecommunications department checked the call records of Chan's phone and found no recent calls.
I speculate that Chan abandoned his old number during his "escape" and replaced it with an unregistered "black card".
Feng and I went to the college of Construction Engineering again, but this time with the search procedures, to conduct a full search of Chan's dormitory.
Chan's dormitory is a 30 square meters room, things piled up very messy, a look is a bronze straight man.
The dormitory manager told me that Chan lived in the teachers' dormitory, and no one came in, and his things should not be touched.
There are surveillance cameras at the entrance of the dormitory. The images will be saved for one month and automatically overwritten when they expire. I asked Feng to copy the surveillance video to the hard disk.
The room was not large, but it was still searched for three hours.
No detail was missed, every pocket of clothing was checked, every book was flipped through to see if anything was caught.
The search police found a cookie tin in the desk, which contained a stack of old photos.
We flipped through them, and there were photos of two people, three people, five people, and a few group photos.
As I looked, I noticed that in these photos, no matter how many people took a group photo, there was always Chan and May.
"It seems that their relationship is not ordinary." "Feng said.
I put the photo in my satchel, ready to take it back to the precinct and study it.
Several certificates of honor were also found in Chan's wardrobe. One of them caught my attention because it said "... Chan... Champion of the 400m freestyle event."
Chan won a swimming championship, but he drowned?
Other than that, we didn't find anything that seemed useful.
Back to the police station, I called the police, he said, Chan fell into the water, in the "Tangshan" district "Lin Jiaba" reservoir near.
Their investigation and surveillance found that at 5 p.m. on June 28, 2016, there was a man dressed and looking similar to Chan on the street of Heping Road.
The man took a white jetta car, the police tracked the track of the car, found that the car eventually disappeared near the "Linjiaba" reservoir. There's no cameras on the road beyond that, and they're trying to contact the Jetta owner.
The Linjiaba reservoir is located in the upper reaches of the Qinghe River, and based on the distance and flow rate, there is a high chance that Chan fell into the water.
The reservoir environment is beautiful, many people go there to summer, but every year you can hear the news of drowning, it is said that 3 per year, like completing the KPI of death.
After hanging up the phone, I told Feng that I had to check carefully, and he had another place to stay.
Feng doesn't quite understand: "Why do you say that?"
I asked, did Chan wear the same clothes both times he went to CIT?
Feng patted his head and said fuck.
On July 4, 2016, Ganny came to the "City South" precinct and asked me how the case was going, and he wanted to take the ashes back.
I said you wait, Ganny said: "There is more than a month, is her twenty-year anniversary, I want to repair her grave, let her bury."
I apologized and promised him that he wouldn't be delayed in repairing May's grave.
Ganny wasn't happy she couldn't take the ashes, but she couldn't help it.
I suddenly remembered the photo and showed him the group photo of the four people at the school gate.
He looked, shook his head and said he didn't know any of the other three except his sister.
I had to send Ganny out of the precinct and come back to work on the picture.
It suddenly occurred to me that school requires teachers, why not start with May's teachers at school?
I checked the file and found out that May was a senior at No. 8 Middle School at the time.
To the eighth middle school, found that there is no May in the school archives.
I was a little upset: Without a file, how could anyone alive remember this?
Then, I went to the principal, the principal called an old teacher to ask, the old teacher heard May's name and said: "Oh, May, how do you not remember, it is the girl who committed suicide, my next door class Cheng students."
I quickly lit a cigarette for him and asked him to elaborate.