Repercussions

Chapter 1: The Big PitRan Dongdong rushed to Xijiang Dakeng section after receiving the alarm call, saw her floating in the water two meters away from the shore, like doing push-ups to do tired can no longer get up like. However, after observation, Ran Dongdong felt that the analogy was inappropriate, because the deceased could not do this exercise, her right palm was missing, and her wrist was cut off by a sharp instrument. Ran Dongdong's scalp was numb, thinking who is so tyrannical? There were six men standing on the bank, anglers who had gathered from the neighborhood. The one who had called the police came up to him and said he had watched her float slowly downstream. In the morning, he thought she was a tree trunk. At noon, he thought she was a dead dog or cat. In the afternoon, he got a good look at her as a human being, and a woman at that. Ran Dondo looked upstream toward where he was pointing, five hundred meters away, and the river was flat, so flat that it looked like the water was flowing backwards. Dense trees stretched along the banks, all the way to the bend in the river. She asked him when he started fishing here. He said after he retired, almost two years ago. She said I asked about today. He said nine o'clock. "Have you seen anyone suspicious hanging around the area?" "I'm the one who hangs out in this neighborhood." As they were talking, Shao Tianwei, the forensic doctor and two technicians from the Criminal Investigation Comprehensive Brigade arrived. They greeted Ran Dongdong while taking off their shoes, then step by step into the water to investigate. Ran Dongdong questioned each of the six anglers and asked them everything before letting them go. After an hour or so of investigation, the coroner pulls the body away. Ran Dondo returns to the station and is designated by Deputy Director Wang as the person in charge of the case. Deputy Director Wang believes it's better to look for the killer from the victim's perspective, and that women are prone to empathize or sympathize with each other. Although Ran Dongdong recognizes this statement, there has always been a sense of discomfort in her heart. She was not comfortable with the idea of a woman being n***d in broad daylight, let alone having a good hand chopped off, and there were a few moments when the faces of her daughter and husband flashed through her mind out of place. It was always like that, whenever there was danger or a steep rise in stress, her high-speed mind flashed back to them for fear that they would fall or knock out a tooth or something even more seriously bad would happen. So she rushed to divert her attention and let the ominous thoughts flicker out. The best way to divert her thoughts is to get to work, and she named the case after the location "Big Pit". Her assistant, Shao Tianwei, raised his hand in objection, saying the pit would be too big to fill. She said, "If it can't be filled in, then jump into it. We can't change the name of a place just to make it sound good, can we?" Wouldn't you feel awkward if we named it "Smooth Sailing"? When she finished speaking, a huge pit appeared in her mind, so deep that it was impossible to see the bottom. The media released the news of the "big pit case", seeking information from those in the know to provide clues. After a few minutes of silence, the CID team's landline rang intermittently, sometimes like a distant bicycle bell, sometimes like a cell phone alarm close to the ear, sometimes urgent and sometimes slow, a moment to make people contract physically and mentally, a moment to make a person confused, in short, in addition to the noise did not ring out of the name of anything, they are like a panicked finger poking her brain. Five hours and she still didn't know who the dead man was. She had a sudden urge to smoke, but was immediately ashamed of the idea. Waiting until twenty-two, she suddenly sat up straight and heard a male voice over the microphone, "Maybe it's her ......" She and Shao Tianwei rushed to the Mid-Levels neighborhood and found the landlord who called. The landlord said that three years ago I rented the house to her, to me she is the fifteenth of every month on the cell phone that "ding dong". As long as this day "ding dong", nine times out of ten, it is her rent to my card. But today is the 17th, my card has not been credited. I dialed her phone number, but it was not working. I rang the doorbell and no one answered. I thought is she dead? I didn t realize that she really ...... landlord wiped his eyes, as if he was blaming himself for his unkind mental activities. Ran dongdong let him open the door. This is a set of eighty square meters of two rooms and one hall, each room is very clean and neat, not a little as if something is going to happen. Ran Dongdong called the technician to investigate once, did not find suspicious things or suspicious place, but they took away the red laptop on the desk and the book on the bookshelf Leaves of Grass Collection. The title page of the Leaves of Grass Collection bears the name of the giver -- Xu Shanchuan. Synthesizing information from all sides, it was learned that the victim's name was Xia Bingqing, twenty-eight years old, with no fixed occupation. The forensic pathologist found traces of blunt force blows at the back of the body's head, and tiny fragments of wood caught in the nearby hair. However, the autopsy and investigation found that the brain of the deceased did not suffer fatal damage, but the lungs were waterlogged, and fine sand and algae were found at the throat, so the real cause of death should be drowning. The time of death is presumed to be about forty hours ago based on the necrotic spots that appeared on the body. Ran Dongdong imagines: she was knocked unconscious and thrown into the river, the water soaked her up, but she didn't have the strength to rise from the water, even to lift her head up. She floats to the surface with her head hanging down, and chokes to death on a mouthful of water in her conscious state. And the murderer stood and watched until he couldn t see the water bubbling before pulling her to the shore and chopping off her right hand ...... Was she wearing some kind of precious jewelry on her hand? Ran Dongdong pulled up photos of her from her laptop computer from different periods of time, and her wrists appeared to have watches and wrist chains made of different materials respectively, but none of them were luxury items. So why did the murderer cut off her right hand? When Ran Dongdong told them the news of Xia Bingqing's murder, they were too late to react and were expressionless for several seconds. They were Xia Bingqing's parents, who lived in the dormitory area of the Second Hospital on Jiangbei Road No. 10. They are retired, retired before her father is the second hospital union cadres, her mother is the second hospital obstetrician and gynecologist. A few days ago, they had heard the bystanders said the river appeared floating body, and even for the innocent life of the long sigh, but never thought they sighed for the person is actually their own daughter. This is very cruel, clearly in their own sigh but thought it was in the sigh of others, clearly in the sadness of their own but also thought it was in the sadness of others, as if to see the danger has swept from the top of the head, but did not expect a few days later flew back to hit their heads. They were blindsided and thought Ran Dongdong was 100% wrong. Wrendon takes them to identify the body. They looked at it, their faces sank but shook their heads, as if shaking their heads could change the facts. Xia's mother turned her back and took out her cell phone and poked it, and the phone said, "The user has been turned off". She was unconvinced and poked again, and every time she poked, there was a "the user has been turned off", as if her cell phone only had this sentence. "Look at your device, it's just a decoration, the signal is never full." Xia's father said, pulling out a new cell phone, "This is the one Bingqing sent me from Beijing." He used the cell phone Bingqing bought to dial Bingqing's number, and after three consecutive dials, it didn't go through. His hands began to tremble slightly, and seeing that they were about to tremble more than that, the palms of his hands immediately turned into fists and clenched tightly, just like clenching the armrests when encountering strong air currents when riding in an airplane, until the plane was smooth. "The signal's bad here," he said, "How can that be? I talked to her on the phone a week ago." A week is a long time, Wrendon thought, and many big things happen in just a few minutes. She wanted to comfort them, but she was afraid that inappropriate comfort would turn into harm. The last thing she wanted to do was to face the victimized party, as if she had caused their suffering. She said why don't you guys go back first, wait for the DNA test results before signing. They turned and walked away, their footsteps getting more and more astringent, even turning into a fondness. When they reached the door, they both couldn't walk anymore, as if someone was pulling their legs in a deadly grip. They crouched down in unison. "Yes or no?" He said. "It seems like it is and it seems like it isn't." She said. "What do you say?" "What do you say?" They asked each other as if they were scolding each other, and as if they were consoling or bracing each other, and finally, unable to squat any longer, they both sat down on the cold floor. In their eyes their daughter looks like this: she is beautiful, smart and obedient, graduated from the nursing department of the city's medical university four years ago, and works as a nurse in the obstetrics and gynecology department of the second hospital, the department where her mother works. She didn't like the job from the time she chose to study this specialty. She loved to sing and dance and fantasized about being an actress in the future, even as a supporting role, so studying acting was her first choice. However, her parents thought it was unreliable to rely on her face to make a living, and that it might not be a job that everyone could grab and hold. So her parents made decisions for her on what subjects to study and what to volunteer for without even consulting her, and even her mother helped her decide what clothes and shoes and socks to wear every day. She once resisted, such as posting "no one is allowed to enter" on the door of her room, deliberately scoring low grades, and pretending to fall in love at an early age,......, but all of her resistance was packaged by her parents and called it adolescent rebellion, as if she was at fault rather than them for depriving her of her right to choose. "I didn't run away from home because I still want to be your daughter." It was the heaviest thing she ever said, but it was only said to them once. In a parent's mindset what is said only once is not important, what is important has to be said N times, that's why they always nag. She didn't want to stay in the same unit as her mother, let alone in the same section. Three years ago, in the case of her repeated insistence and threatened to break off the relationship, her parents only had to wipe their tears and agree to her resignation to drift north, as if this is a total revenge on them for many years instead of her choice of destiny. This drift, only major holidays she flew back from Beijing, and usually instead of greeting her parents, she sent back her monthly salary, as well as a variety of goods. The items are sent weekly, with food and clothing, but not this week for a while ...... They sat in the interrogation room of the Xijiang Branch and while narrating, they flipped through the photos on their cell phones, saying that this was the hotel chain where she worked, this was her housing, and this was her coworker. Ran Dongdong nodded while listening, and while nodding, she blamed herself for not nodding because she knew what they were saying wasn't the truth, the truth was that their daughter lived in the Serenity neighborhood less than five kilometers away from them but pretended to be in Beijing. "Does she have a boyfriend?" "Who does she usually socialize with?" Seemingly knowing her, they asked questions as if they didn't need to worry about her anymore after handing her over to the capital.