NovelBonte Chapter 132 Cruel
Chapter 132 Cruel
Chapter 132 Cruel
Yesterday, Zhao Honghe, deputy head of the third detachment of the Provincial Anti-drug Corps, took his 5-year-old son to the countryside to visit relatives.
At around 7:3 p.m., colleagues from the third team failed to contact Zhao Honghe. It was suspected that the mobile phone was turned off. They contacted relatives in the countryside through Zhao Honghe's wife, and learned that Zhao Honghe left after eating at [-]:[-] p.m.
The location of the mobile phone was not working, and the colleagues of the third team located the car, but even the location of the car failed.
All of a sudden, the leaders of the provincial department attached great importance to it after receiving the report. After all, Zhao Honghe's position was very special, and he had just completed a huge operation to destroy the drug cartel two months ago, so the leaders did not rule out that it was an act of revenge by the drug dealers.
Zhao Honghe's relatives in the countryside had to walk 568 kilometers to Changming City on Provincial Highway 50. There were no surveillance cameras in the countryside, so the police along the way could only be dispatched to assist in the investigation.
How many cars passed the road in 4 hours, from 3:7 pm to [-]:[-] pm, the police quickly found a car that drove directly from the countryside to the provincial capital. After recording a statement, they extracted the car's driving recorder , and then look for other cars from the driving recorder.
At the same time, the Technical Investigation Team of the Provincial Department dispatched several professional on-the-spot investigations, as well as police tracking masters, and began to check for traces along the way.
At 8 o'clock in the evening, it was found that there was a trace of forced braking on a certain section of the road, and the police quickly radiated and investigated from this point.
At 8:35 p.m., the rut marks of Zhao Hongbing's Volkswagen Golf were found on a section of dirt road, and the police walked 2 miles along the dirt road.
At 8:50 p.m., chaotic traces of human blood and footprints were found in a grove.
At 9:6 p.m., Volkswagen Golf ruts were found by a large river in the east of the small forest. The ruts were artificially covered up on the slope from the river to Heli.
At 9:11 p.m., the police entered the water on the spot and determined that the Volkswagen Golf that drove into the river was Zhao Honghe's vehicle.
But only found the car but not Zhao Honghe and his son.
The police found the footprints of the two men by the river, but there was no trace of Zhao Honghe and his son.
Around 10:5 p.m., the police searched up and down the river for 5 miles. There was no trace of recent human activities, so they changed the direction of the investigation and asked nearby villages to find all woods, ponds, puddles, wells, earthen pits or fresh ground within a radius of [-] miles. Mark of.
At 10:25 p.m., there were villagers nearby at around 6 p.m., and it was getting dark. He only saw a white car parked in a wasteland 3 miles east of the village, but no one was there.
At 10:41 p.m., the police found a 5-year-old boy who was hoarse and making a weak voice in an abandoned well half a mile away from the wasteland.
There are no villages within a 4-mile radius of this well, and no one will pass by here. If the police did not find out, the child would probably freeze to death in a while.
The police quickly rescued the child, his whole body was cold, and it was really only with one breath that he persisted until the rescue.
But when they salvaged Zhao Honghe's body, the police encountered difficulties.
According to Zhao Honghe's son, the murderer beat Zhao Honghe half to death, tied him up and threw him into a well, and finally tied up his child and threw him into the well.
Fortunately, Zhao Honghe woke up in time after being shocked by the cold water. After waking up, he dragged his body in pain, leaned his back against the wall of the well, stretched his legs and feet, and lifted his son out of the water little by little.
However, he wasted half a day's strength and could only move up half a meter. He knew that he could not save his son, and he had no strength left.
After a while, Zhao Honghe bit the rope that bound his son with his teeth, and kept encouraging his son, teaching him to call for help twice every 10 minutes, and to rub his own body every 10 minutes to prevent freezing.
Thanks to visiting relatives, my son had chocolates and a few pieces of candy in his pocket.
At the last moment of Zhao Honghe's life, he used the friction of the slide to bend his body into a V shape.
He was also afraid that his body would naturally slip down after his death, so he asked his son to step on his face, his head and back pressed hard against his legs, and the ropes tied behind his arms and back increased the size of his body. The friction force of the well wall.
This prevented his body from sinking into the well, and the police took a lot of effort to salvage Zhao Honghe's body.
After being rescued, Zhao Honghe's son was quickly sent to the hospital. His body suffered from frostbite and mental fluctuations. He was in a daze all night, half crying and half asleep. His mother finally calmed down at six o'clock in the morning.
After communicating with his mother, the simulated portraitist of the provincial department asked about the murderer's appearance. Unfortunately, both murderers wore masks, and the little boy remembered their voices deeply. He couldn't tell other things, only the murderer's approximate height, Face size, eyebrows and eyes, as well as hair and hairstyles.
Xu Zheng was very angry and sad when he read the dossier of Zhao Honghe's victimization. These criminals are so arrogant, no wonder there are so many white shirts here. It seems that Changming City is about to cause a big commotion.
Director Nie patted Xu Zheng on the shoulder, "Master Zheng has already made a simulated portrait of Zhao Xiaoyang, but the effect is not very good, so we invite you to try again, it is best if you can draw the basic appearance of the suspect , you can find it on the intranet, do you understand?"
It was only then that Xu Zheng realized that it was not that he and Zheng Heming, the simulated portrait artist of the provincial department, were required to make portraits together, but Zheng Heming's portraits could not be recognized in the system, so he was looking for him.
This is fine, but the key is that Zhao Xiaoyang is only five years old, and the second questioning is definitely not as deep as the first memory. Doesn't this make it more difficult for me out of thin air?
It's a pity that the leaders didn't understand the truth of this. They thought the two portraits were similar, and Xu Zheng felt bitter. He couldn't explain this, saying it was a simulated portrait, but the basis of the simulated portrait is not only painting, but also Foundations of Psychology.
"Leader, please don't worry, I will do my best!" Xu Zheng didn't dare to be as confident as when he first came here, so he started to speak conservatively. Director Nie instantly felt Xu Zheng's change. He just watched deeply. He glanced at Xu Zheng, and then asked his assistant to take Xu Zheng and Zheng Heming to the hospital.
In fact, Zheng Heming has some relationship with Xu Zheng. Qi Guangyuan, an imitation portraitist of the Changming Municipal Bureau, is his apprentice. The portrait is amazing, and I have read his manuscript.
But to be honest, imitating portraits is not about looking at painting techniques, but about imitating the psychological skills of portraitists.
Xu Zheng is young, when he encounters a case like Zhao Honghe, what kind of painting can he draw, can it be better than his own?
He was a little unconvinced and deliberately followed up.
Xu Zheng chatted with him for a while in the car, but the old man had a weird temper, looked at him strangely, and kept asking Xu Zheng what he understood about the simulated portrait, hmph, he chatted to death.
When we arrived at Zhao Xiaoyang's ward, there were two colleagues in police uniforms standing outside the door, a man and a woman. Since Assistant Director Nie led Xu Zheng, he walked into the ward smoothly.
At this time, Zhao Xiaoyang nestled in his mother's arms with tears all over his face.
Zhao Honghe's wife saw Xu Zheng and the others coming in, knew their purpose, and patted his son's back. Zhao Xiaoyang wiped away his tears, and when he turned his head, he saw Xu Zheng standing upright, wearing an autumn police uniform, sunny and upright. .
(End of this chapter)