The Underworld Detective

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Others also realized this, and Sun Bingxin wondered: "The sports teacher who just spoke to us is the murderer?"

"That's right, it's him, we've been tricked collectively!" Huang Xiaotao said.

Song Xingchen said nothing and suddenly rushed out of the door. I didn't stop and saw that he jumped directly from the third floor and left the person in charge.

Through the person in charge, we learned some basic information about Teacher Jia. His full name is Jia Chong, and he is 28 years old. He usually belongs to a relatively quiet person. After class, he left with his textbooks and had no friends in private.

The person in charge of the other situation did not know, but it does not matter, we will go to the high school where he stayed later.

I took out a picture of Ke Wenyuan and showed him, "Do you know this man?"

The person in charge raised her eyebrows slightly: "How can I know people in this society?"

I smiled: "It really is a teacher, so lying is so honest, let's be honest!"

The person in charge embarrassed his cheek, and truthfully explained that there were some female students in the school who did not learn well, and after some small messes, they went out for help-traffic. Later, it was reported that several female students involved in the incident, as well as a group of guests who "patronized" them, were found one by one. Ke Wenyuan was one of them.

Because the spread of this incident is not good, and the parents of the students do not want the child's future to be ruined, so the big things are small and the little things are small. To this end, the school has strengthened management and has eliminated such incidents.

Huang Xiaotao said: "Teenage-prostitution-young-female, more than three years and less than ten years, and the verdict is never heavier, this matter is not small. Your school is also really powerful, such a big thing can be hidden from the past!"

The person in charge said embarrassingly: "We are also thinking about the future of the children. Those girls are so small and seduced by bad people. How can I find a job and marry someone when I grow up?"

"Okay, don't say it, it's really hard for you!" Huang Xiaotao said mockingly.

The school is a relatively closed place, and the teachers are conservative, so it can easily become a place to hide dirt. Things like bullying and prostitution are often noisy. The public knows.

Huang Xiaotao asked Wang Yuanchao to stay and protect the scene, waiting for the police to come. Before leaving, the person in charge told us not to mention this matter today, for fear of affecting the school's enrollment rate.

Before Song Xingchen returned, the three of us went to Ying Jie Private Middle School first. When we found the school, as expected, I denied everything that had happened before, but I saw the lies at a glance.

What the school just did is compared to this one!

About six months after the death of Mr. Xu, someone had found the bones of the young girl who had been ossified under the sand pool. The school did not link this matter with Mr. Xu, thinking that the murderer was hiding the body here.

Fearing that the reputation would be affected, the school took the initiative to dispose of the corpse secretly.

If they called the police at that time and found the young murderer, it would probably not be what they are today. Everything is just because of a small incident of receiving a mobile phone ten years ago, and a series of butterfly effects after that have created today's serial killings.

I asked the person in charge for the list of students in the class that Mr. Xu brought back, and I found Jia Chong's name on it.

This boy still had the best grades when he was studying, and his chemistry grades were full marks every year, but the identity of other people could not be determined, and the things were wrong. The teachers who had left that year had already left.

So we called one by one and finally determined the identity of the deceased.

Two female deceased, one named Chen Xiaoyan and one named Ge Qing.

The four men who died were Hu Zhuangzhuang, Zhang Wei, Hou Shan, and Qin Yu.

Among them, Zhang Wei and Ge Qing are a husband and wife, and Chen Xiaoyan is Jia Zongnian's secret love.

Writing down the names of the deceased, Sun Bingxin said, "Who was the one who really killed Teacher Xu's daughter that year? Will Jia Chong really decide on his own like he said?"

I sneered: "I don't know who that person is, but I want to say that Jia Chong is definitely not that kind of person, so he won't make his own decision. The murderer is a man with great self-esteem. Because his classmates look down on him, look down on his profession! The reason why he wanted to take revenge for Teacher Xu, he just wanted to find a shame for his dark heart. This kind of psychology is deceiving himself, even him. I believe it. "

"Also, he is definitely not a person with a sense of justice! Imagine a teacher who teaches and trains, and a strange uncle has violated his schoolgirl. Instead of calling the police, he used this person instead. Jia Chongneng started the murder When I found Ke Wenyuan, it showed that they had always been in private. Maybe he was extorting this person for a long time. Would such a person be a messenger of justice? "

At this time Huang Xiaotao received a phone call, and after a brief conversation, looked at me with a complicated look.

When I asked what was wrong, Huang Xiaotao sighed with a smile: "Song Yang, you usually slap countless times, but this time you were severely slapped. Song Xingchen just told me that the murderer committed suicide!"

"Impossible!" I stared.

"This is a fact," Huang Xiaotao said.

Why didn't Song Xingchen contact me directly, but instead hit Huang Xiaotao's mobile phone? Is he also afraid of hurting my pride.

I don't care about self-esteem. I'm sure of my inference that a person's character is like a rock on the side of the road and will not change easily. I insist: "Jia Chong will never commit suicide!"

"Look at the body first!" Huang Xiaotao said.

We came to the place where Song Xingchen was. It turned out that he had been chasing the murderer to a residential area, looking around, and found that there was a bleeding smell in a door, so he slashed the lock with a knife. As soon as I pushed the door, I saw a dreadful scene.

A male corpse tied his back with a wooden board, kneeling on a straw mat, his face was eroded by hydrochloric acid. He was wearing a soap-colored straight bun, with a helmet worn by an ancient soldier by his side, and a simulated ancient sword in his hand.

If you look closely, there is a line of inscriptions on the ancient sword that reads 'Yulong'.

I immediately understood the meaning that the killer wanted to convey-"report to the king on the golden stage, and bring Yulong to die for the king."

There was no obvious trauma on the corpse, but there was a red spot left by the injection on the wrist, and a syringe was thrown on the ground next to it. A beaker filled with hydrochloric acid was thrown on the ground, and the hydrochloric acid was sprinkled out, and a large scorch was burned on the wooden floor.

There were no signs of fighting at the scene. From all signs, it seemed to be suicide, and the body was very similar to the killer.

I couldn't help but slap my slap and admire: "Taking Yulong to death for the king is a gorgeous curtain call."

Huang Xiaotao snorted: "Do you admit that he committed suicide?"

I shrugged my shoulders and said, "I only believe what I see with my eyes, check the corpse first!"