The murder case must be solved, this is the police's red line. After Xiao Zhang ran to the police station in the station square to call the police, the police on duty arrived at the scene as soon as possible. After a brief investigation, the surrounding area was blocked, waiting for the arrival of criminal investigation and forensic doctors. In fact, there were no onlookers in the middle of the night, so there was no need to block it.

Someone came from the criminal police brigade, some people came from the forensic forensic forensic center, and Section Chief Xiong from the Da Market Security Department was also called out from the bed in the middle of the night to the scene.

Xiong Guangming was sleepy and drove to the east gate of the big market. He saw the lights flashing inside from afar. The joint defense team waving a fluorescent stick to stop the vehicle. He got out of the car and walked over and saw the forensic doctors surveying the scene. One of the female forensic doctors with a piece of calf exposed under the white coat was pretty. The young and beautiful girl was afraid that it would be difficult to find a partner in the future. Section Chief Xiong sighed.

When a murder case occurred, Zhan Shusen, the top criminal investigation leader in Omi, also came to the scene. He was the captain of the detachment and did not need to personally solve the problem. He could only deploy troops and plan the situation. Zhan Detachment and several generals from the criminal investigation office quickly sorted out the case, found the right direction, and tried to catch the murderer within the golden period of solving the case.

According to the preliminary conclusion of forensic testing, the deceased died one hour ago, between the ages of twenty-five and thirty. He had no evidence of his identity, no documents, no keys, no tickets, and no money. He threw a knife one meter away from the body, and a Western-style kitchen knife with a black plastic handle, with a sharp edge and blood stain.

Zhan Shusen looked up at the surroundings, and there was a camera installed on the building, and asked Xiong Wenming: "Can surveillance video be retrieved?"

Xiong Guangming got out of the knot. The camera was just a decoration and didn't connect to the machine at all. This was mainly for cost considerations, but he didn't expect to lose the big picture due to small losses.

"Ask the person who reported the case." Zhan Shusen and several friends walked to Zhang Xuefeng and asked him to say what he had said more than ten times.

Zhang Xuefeng said that I was a merchant here and stayed in the store to watch. Just now, Liu Kunlun from the East Gate guardhouse came over to knock on the door of the rice noodle stall opposite. His throat was cut and he was bleeding a lot. I drove him to the material hospital. By the way, Chunlei also went there.

Zhan Shusen nodded, and the old detective immediately understood what was going on. He personally inspected the scene with a flashlight, walked along the bloodstain to the gate, looked around and said, "There is a third person who ran away on a motorcycle."

The police immediately divided into two groups to track down, chasing another killer who was fleeing, and searching for Liu Kunlun all the way.

The body of the killer at the scene was transported away in a black plastic body bag. From beginning to end, the young female forensic doctor was very diligent and arduous. The old forensic doctor was only responsible for commanding, and she did the dirty and tiring work.

"Xiao Song, I have a feeling that you will take the lead in the future." Zhan Shusen saw it and encouraged him.

In order not to affect the normal operation of the big market tomorrow, the police evacuated after the traces of the crime scene were extracted, and the scene returned to normal. Xiong Wenming called someone to wash the floor, washed the blood on the ground with a water dragon, and reminded Zhang Xuefeng not to talk nonsense, which affected the reputation of the big market and couldn't afford it.

...

Zhang Xuefeng was not a person who likes gossip, but this matter was too big and exciting. Besides, he was useless to keep silent. There were so many police officers last night, and the joint defense of criminal police officers' public security was too simple to leak the news. An explosive news swept across the entire Jinqiao Market the next morning.

Liu Kunlun, the powerful East Gate, was killed by someone.

Moreover, the rumors became more and more outrageous. It is said that Liu Kunlun died miserably. He was killed by two killers cutting his throat and bleeding. He only had a layer of skin left in his head and neck, and all the blood was flowing out.

"Oh, I knew this young man was too reckless and couldn't walk long." Section Chief Xiong sighed in the security department. Wang Shaoqiang, who had always disliked Liu Kunlun, was very happy. He secretly sent a text message to Master Buddha. After receiving it, he immediately went to buy firecrackers. It was not the New Year in the summer, and it was not easy to buy firecrackers. Finally, he bought a big red carpet in a wedding company and set it up at the door. Several pickpockets gathered to celebrate and celebrate, and had a good meal at night before officially returning to the big market.

Lu Gang learned the news in the morning, and he immediately found a friend from the police station to inquire about the situation, but the person he was looking for was wrong. He didn't find out that Zi Chou Yin Mao came. He couldn't find anyone when he went to Miao Chunjiu again. According to the information provided by Zhang Xuefeng, he still couldn't find anyone when he went to the Affiliated Hospital of Medical University.

...

Lin Haiying slept in a nap and got up at eleven o'clock. She ate something and went to Kodak Printing Store to pick up photos. She admired the photography works, especially the last photo. She couldn't put it down.

Needless to say, the young man's sharp eyes are also unique. Lin Haiying is full of emotion. Her hometown is full of emotions. In her imagination, the author of the wall painting should be a middle-aged and down-and-out propaganda officer who graduated from the Academy of Fine Arts and was influenced by orthodox art. She only drew such an unrestrained work under the stimulation of something. In the afternoon, she went back to visit the author. One thing she had to do before was to send the photos to the teacher by email.

After lunch, Lin Haiying rode her bicycle to Jinqiao Market. She guessed that she might meet the little brother named Liu Kunlun.

When she arrived near the east gate, the market was still bustling with people coming and going. Lin Haiying inquired all the way to find the office building publicity department. She had a good temperament and was obviously a lady from a wealthy family. Liu Qi dared not neglect and asked who you were looking for and what was wrong.

Lin Haiying took out the photo of the wall painting and said, "I want to find the author of this painting."

Liu Qi looked closely and curled his lips: "What's the point of painting this? It's a mess."

Lin Haiying was speechless, and after a pause, she couldn't help but say: "Actually... this wall painting is portrayed with strong passion, with brushstrokes interlaced and colors sprinkled freely. There is no clear boundary and order. It is actually a very stunning work..."

Liu Qi held up his glasses and admired them carefully again. He still couldn't find the highlights, but he found that the so-called painting was actually wasted on the east gate wall, and his own acrylic paint was wasted!

"I know who did it!" Deputy Chief Liu of the Propaganda Department was furious. The paint was stored in the East Gate guardhouse. Only Liu Kunlun had the courage to do such things if he had this bad taste.

Liu Qi took Lin Haiying to the East Gate guardhouse. When he looked over, he saw that the paint jar was indeed gone. He didn't notice that Lao Ma looked depressed and depressed.

"Old Ma, see Liu Kunlun?" Liu Qi shouted angrily.

I looked at the rear, but didn't answer.

"He has ruined my paint?" Liu Qi continued to ask.

At this time, Lin Haiying suddenly realized that the wall painting was painted by a young man. No wonder he felt it yesterday that the painting matched the temperament of a person.

"Damn, I still want to smoke because of this injury." Zhang Xiangyu curled his lips and praised, took him to the stairwell, lit two cigarettes and handed them to Liu Kunlun.

"Two people died, one died on the spot, and they were killed in the heart and then hung up. Another one was found by sanitation workers three kilometers away. They rode a motorcycle and went into a ditch. A flying knife was inserted on the back. After investigation, it was found that it was a US military m7 bayonet during the Vietnam War. There was your fingerprint on the hilt. You did these two, right?"

Liu Kunlun nodded, grabbed the notebook and wrote four words: "I'm going to be discharged from the hospital!"
Chapter completed!