Chapter 168 The Truth

The night is already deep!

On this night, it was a little unbelievable. At this time, outside the Prime Minister's official residence, it has long been full of journalists. They are waiting for the Prime Minister to come forward to explain and express the attitude of the central government. Although in the afternoon, the Secretary-General of the Prime Minister has said that the Ministry of Justice will set up a reading investigation team to conduct a comprehensive investigation of the "Wuxi incident", and promised to return it to everyone. A truth.

But this obviously does not meet the requirements of reporters. There are still a large number of reporters waiting outside the door, waiting to know the latest news as soon as possible, so as to inform their respective newspapers.

But to their disappointment, after the emergency cabinet meeting held in the afternoon, they still did not receive further information. How will the cabinet deal with this matter? How will Your Majesty deal with this matter? For these journalists, they have too many questions to ask.

Why is this so?

At this time, after the emergency cabinet meeting, one reason after another appeared in Guan Mingtang's mind.

The Wuxi incident was like a thunderstorm all over the country. At the same time, it also reached the ears of his emperor. After learning the news, as the prime minister of the empire, the first thing he felt was anger. The police shot at civilians. How could he not be angry?

When did the country's police and army become weapons to suppress civilians?

Why did they shoot? A bunch of idiots! It's just intensifying the problem!

But then, a report from the Investigation Bureau made Guan Mingtang more angry - conspiracy! This is a conspiracy! A conspiracy directed by political ambitionists!

Why?

Why did they do this? Is it just to overthrow this country?

In the office, this problem is still flashing in Guan Mingtang's mind, who hasn't slept all night. Now, there is no conclusion. The report of the Bureau of Investigation is only speculation. It is speculated that there is a conspiracy behind the Wuxi incident, because the police shot the striking workers, which is an unimaginable thing.

As the trigger of the whole incident, why did the police shoot?

This is a question, and the biggest question is that the police officer suspected of ordering the police to shoot is missing!

Where is the police officer now? Only when you find him will the truth come out! Thinking of this, Guan Mingtang immediately picked up the phone and hung up a phone for the director of the investigation.

The body was found in a ditch near the phone booth.

Although it is midsummer, the weather is not very hot. Now, in the early morning, the weather is even a little cold. There is still a strong wind by the river, and there is no sense of boredom at summer. At this time, by the Yangtze River, several cars are parked on the embankment. These people with national flag sleeves on their sleeves know that they are the Bureau of Investigation. At this time, they all stood there, and the headlights of the car lit up the dark embankment, while on a Pegasus pickup truck, the light of the searchlight shone under the embankment.

In the light, two tall men walked under the embankment, and the ground was covered with gravel, squeaking up. In recent months, the embankment is under construction to lay stone to strengthen the embankment, leaving many footprints on the mud and sand next to the dam.

When the two people walked over there, two people were standing next to the body. One of them was a short middle-aged man. It seemed that he was carefully identifying the body. He seemed to be a forensic doctor and was inspecting the scene. Beside him stood a burly man, wearing a uniform with a special police badge. Judging from his dress, it is obvious that he is a local sheriff. There are only two of them around the body.

Behind the two of them, there is a bare river beach. About 30 meters away from the beach, there are several willows that have been peeled of their bark, and the river wind whistles through the beach.

"What, what did you find?"

When asking questions, Ling Zibai glanced at the body. An hour ago, while he was still sleeping, the local police station called and told him to go to Jiangdi to see something.

This thing is the body found in the ditch. Originally, there seemed to be nothing worth noting. In such an ordinary murder case, the investigation bureau did not need to intervene at all, but the local police unexpectedly found a weapon beside this person. It was this weapon that made the investigation bureau intervene in it-- A police pistol, and the police pistol has the word "Wuxi" on it, which means that this is a pistol belonging to the Wuxi police.

As the head of the Wuxi Investigation Bureau, Ling Zibai immediately realized that this was probably the person mentioned in the instructions he had just pulled - Wuxi police officer, so he immediately called and ordered all the agents in the bureau to come here, and then he rushed here in person, and now The body lay there on its side. He was wearing an ordinary coat and didn't look like a policeman at all.

"Story director, you see, this is his weapon..."

When the agent who arrived earlier handed over the pistol, Ling Zibai looked at the gun number by light. On the way, he deliberately looked at the information. It was the gun number.

Dead!

This man is dead!

"How did they die!"

Ling Zibai asked the forensic doctor who was about to examine the body.

"The preliminary judgment is suicide!"

Suicide!

"Zishan, make sure!"

Feng Zishan, who was next to Ling Zibai, quickly bent down, carefully observed from the side, and then cooperated with the forensic doctor to turn over the body. He looked at the face of the deceased, stood up and said to the director:

"That's right, it's him."

The sheriff of the town standing aside asked doubtfully:

"Who? Who is he?"

The sheriff looks a little curious. Who is this person? Why does the Bureau of Investigation attach so much importance to him? Is it a wanted criminal?

The sheriff's words made Ling Zibai look at him coldly, but he just looked at him coldly.

At this time, Feng Zishan turned to the sheriff and said:

"Can Chief Sun? Now, we have taken over the case. All right, thank you for your help.

And the sheriff surnamed Sun would disagree when he heard this. As a policeman in the small town, he was most afraid of such trouble. Now the case has been taken over by the Bureau of Investigation, which makes him happy, so he nodded and said.

"Oops, if you need any help, just say it directly..."

"Sergeant, were there any strangers here yesterday?"

Ling Shaobai's question made the sheriff grin and explained:

"Now we are repairing the embankment here, and no strangers came that day..."

After a pause, he added, "The town is full of strangers."

Without getting the answer he needed, Ling Zibai looked at the body on the ground without saying a word. The sheriff smiled awkwardly and walked away very wisely.

He turned around and stared at the corpse on the ground. Looking at it, Ling Zibai's heart raised a wave. How could this be like this?

The police officer who ordered the shooting is dead!

The police officer who led to the Wuxi tragedy died. After the incident, he was first detained and then disappeared, when the investigation bureau began to investigate him. Now, he is lying motionless by the river and committing suicide.

Why did he commit suicide?

Is it a sense of guilt?

"Are you sure it's suicide?"

When he asked the forensic doctor, he looked at the body on the ground with doubts in his eyes. He didn't believe that this person had simply committed suicide.

"From the scene, it should be suicide, director, you see..."

When the forensic doctor reported, Ling Zibai also used his professional experience to examine the body and the scene. Although there were still some doubts, he did not have any evidence to prove the doubts in his heart.

"... Therefore, it can be preliminarily determined that he committed suicide!"

After the forensic doctor finished the explanation, Ling Zibai pointed to the body lying on the ground and continued to ask:

"So, was he here alone at that time?"

"I think so. There is no other person's footsteps."

Then the forensic doctor said with a little thought.

"But when we came, the scene had been destroyed by the local police, so..."

"You mean, you can't be sure that he is the only one at the scene, right?"

After thinking about it, the forensic doctor nodded and replied:

"Yes, but according to the evidence available now, he should have committed suicide, sir, look at his right hand..."

When the forensic doctor explained the traces of blood splashing during suicide from his professional perspective, Ling Shaobai said nothing. The forensic doctors of the Investigation Bureau were extremely professional. They were not only university medical students, but also received long training in the forensic forensics center of the General Administration. They could be said to be the first-class forensic doctors in the world. Most of their judgments are based on professional knowledge.

"...If someone forces him to commit suicide, then when the other party pulls the trigger, there will be regular blood stains on his right hand, and the blood splash on his right hand is in line with the rule of close-range shooting splashing caused by suicide..."

Listening to the forensic doctor's explanation, after a while, Ling Zibai asked again:

"So, in your opinion, is there any way to force him..."

When the words came to his mouth, Ling Shaobai still stopped, and then he said coldly:

"That's it. You prepare the report."

A few minutes later, Ling Shaobai reluctantly walked back to his car. He watched the body being carried into the car, and then shook his head helplessly and said:

"Why did you commit suicide like this?"

Then he looked at Feng Zishan and said:

"It seems that this clue is broken. Now, we have to look for clues from other aspects, such as..."

After a moment of meditation, Ling Shaobai said again.

"At the yarn factory!"

"Sarly, I'm afraid this matter is not as simple as we thought!"

There seemed to be some hidden meaning in the subordinate's words, but Ling Shaobai insisted:

"I know what you're worried about. We have to find out this matter, otherwise... it's difficult to explain!"

Looking at the departure of the corpse truck, Ling Shaobai said very cautiously:

"You are personally responsible for this matter. We have to find out the truth, but... Maybe we don't know how many people don't want us to find out the truth?"

The director's hand-in-the-clock made Feng Zishan nod.

"Well, sir, don't worry!"

As an old investigator, Ling Shaobai can clearly realize what kind of chaos this matter is likely to cause, but this matter is too subtle. There are too many problems in people's minds, and naturally there are many doubts. The truth. For investigators, they have always been the ones who find out the truth. Responsibilities, so Ling Shaobai really wants to know the truth of this matter.

However, on the other hand, he knows that such things may have a well-known side, and there may be many people who don't want him to find out the truth. Therefore, he needs to deliberately urge his subordinates to pay attention to confidentiality. Maybe this investigation will make him a thorn in the side of some people, but the truth... always needs to be revealed. Down!

At this time, standing on the embankment, Ling Shaobai stood there like a statue living by the river, looking down at the Yangzi River, and then he said quietly:

"Now, you have to thoroughly investigate this matter and find out the truth of this matter. After the incident, I don't know what kind of chaos will cause. Maybe the investigation may be delayed. However, as an investigator, nothing is more important than the truth of the facts. Before and after the incident, there are too many people pregnant. Doubtful place. So, I hope that one day, you can find out the truth!"

Feng Zi nodded, yes. The truth is the most important!

Dozens of minutes later, in the detention room of Wuxi Police Station, Ling Shaobai, with a pale face, walked into one of the prison rooms. At this time, he could still smell a smell of gunpowder in the prison room, but more of it was bloody.

Sheng Wuliang is dead!

Just as Feng Zishan was asked to investigate Sheng Wuming, the manager of the yarn factory who had just been controlled, he was killed by a visiting civilian in the detention room, and the civilian was killed on the spot by the police who came to the scene.

After getting the news, Ling Shaobai rushed to the police station as soon as possible, but what's the use now? Everyone is dead. First, the police officer who ordered the shooting, and then the manager of the yarn factory. Now all the clues on the table are broken after arriving here.

Conspiracy!

There must be an irretellible conspiracy behind this!

The death of the two people one after another further strengthened Ling Shaobai's idea of investigating. When he entered the prison room with a pale face, the forensic doctor had finished the on-site inspection, so he bent down, turned over Sheng Wuming's body, and looked at it carefully.

The body of more than a dozen bullets in his body is completely flesh and blood, and it is difficult to see his original appearance. Looking at the bullet hole in the body, Ling Shaobai could vaguely speculate about the process of his being killed. Before he died, he must have grabbed the pistol facing him with his hand, because a bullet just penetrated his palm. Maybe the same bullet penetrated his left ear again. Just as the bullet entered his head, the deadliest bullet hit the back of his head. There are also many gunshot wounds in other parts of his body.

After studying the corpse for a few minutes, Ling Shaobai turned his head and looked at the blood stains on the ground outside the prison and said to Feng Zishan:

"How did the murderer get in?"

"Sir, he came in to visit the prison!"

"Why did he kill Sheng Wuming?"

"According to the current situation, his sister is a yarn factory worker. When the police shot..."

Everything seems to be logical, and there is nothing suspicious, but the more so, the more doubts Ling Shaobai's heart arises. Why is it so "reasonable"?

Why is it such a coincidence?

One suicide, from the suicide note, seems to be for atonement, while the other died of homicide, which seems to be for personal revenge, which is too reasonable. This reasonable fact is that all the clues have been changed.

"Apply for a search warrant, thoroughly search Sheng Wuming's..."

Just as Ling Shaobai was talking, he faintly heard an alarm in the air. The sound was... the sound of the fire engine. When he heard the sound of the fire engine, Ling Shaobai's face changed for no reason and hurriedly ran to the detention room.

The fire was shining. When Ling Shaobai sat in the car and rushed to the block where Sheng Wuming lived, he looked out of the window and saw that there was already a sea of fire in the east. When he arrived there, the wind rolled in the heat wave. Then, the fugitive ran around in panic, shouting with fear. Arrogal.

After the car stopped, Ling Shaobai, who had always been panicked, was also stunned. He had never seen such a frightening scene. At this time, the heat wave was more scorching and the fire was more fierce. Such a fire is not remedied, and even the fire engine is retreating.

The wind helps the fire, and the fire borrows the power of the wind. In just a few minutes, the flame is like a churning fire dragon fire that burns the sky red! The heat wave scorched a man's skin like a charcoal fire.

Looking at the fire in front of him, there was no trace of blood on Ling Shaobai's face at all. He looked at the firefighters dragging the water pipe to extinguish the fire desperately, but this scene made him smile bitterly. When he turned his head to look at Feng Zishan, the bitter smile on his face became thicker.

"If, as I expected, then both of them are in this area! This fire... is really big! It's all burned!"

When he finished saying this sentence, Ling Shaobai sighed without a sigh.

A fire caused by the aging of the circuit made all three blocks in ruins. As many as 400 families are gone, leaving only people with nothing left. Fortunately, the fire was ignited in the early morning. Otherwise, I really don't know how many people will die. The ruins were still filled with smoke and the remnants of the fire had not been extinguished. Those who survived the fire gathered in panic next to the ruins of the original site after the fire was extinguished. The people who lost their homes were expressionless and their eyes were full of tears. Some people even looked up and asked the sky, as if they were asking why God was so cruel.

At this time, Ling Shaobai was also in the ruins. As he guessed, the two people's homes also turned to ashes in the fire. At this time, his face and hands were charred. Before, he didn't even give up his hand to pick things in the ruins, but he got nothing. .

"Your Sir..."

Looking at the officer, Feng Zishan tried to comfort the officer. Now this series of coincidences are also telling him a fact that behind this matter, there is an unknown truth. Standing in the ruins and looking at those who lost their homes, Ling Shaobai, who got nothing, said in an extremely helpless tone:

"The truth..."

(to be continued)