harleyscars Chapter 27 The Devil in the Files, The Forgotten Cry
Chapter 27 The Devil in the Files, The Forgotten Cry
night.
The Jingzhou Public Security Bureau building was still brightly lit.
But in the most impressive deputy director's office on the top floor, the atmosphere was strangely oppressive.
The office floor was piled high with kraft paper file folders.
These are all the unsolved, backlogged, and suspicious cases that the Jingzhou Municipal Public Security Bureau has handled over the past three years.
They lay there quietly, like a group of abandoned orphans, their covers covered in dust and emitting a musty smell of paper.
Chen Hai looked at the mountain of files and felt his scalp tingle.
"Tongwei, what's your take on all these cases?"
"How about... I ask the archives to do some sorting first?"
Qi Tongwei waved his hand.
He moved a chair and sat down in the middle of the pile of "waste paper," then casually picked up the top one.
"Need not."
He opened the file, and the dim light illuminated his angular face.
"I'll do it myself."
Chen Hai looked at his focused profile, opened his mouth, but ultimately swallowed back the words of advice.
He knew that once his brother made up his mind, nothing could change it.
He could only sigh and silently brew Qi Tongwei a strong cup of tea.
outside the office.
At the corner of the corridor, several young police officers who had just finished their overtime shift were peeking and looking in this direction.
"See that? The new Director Qi is locked in his office looking at case files."
A young policeman curled his lip, his tone carrying a hint of disdain.
"Who are you putting on this act for?"
"I heard that at the welcome party today, he was rendered speechless by just a few words from Deputy Director Qian, and didn't dare to utter a single word."
Another well-informed person lowered their voice and said gloatingly.
"A war hero, huh? I think he's just a figurehead."
"They're parachuted in, without any connections or background. What can they possibly accomplish?"
"Just wait, in less than a month, they'll be completely outmaneuvered by Deputy Director Qian and his gang."
"Shh! Keep your voice down, don't let Chen Hai hear you."
The group whispered among themselves, their eyes filled with contempt and mockery as they looked at the office.
In their eyes, the newly arrived Deputy Director Qi was nothing more than a bookworm who could only read documents, a "parachuted" official who was here to gain experience.
in the office.
Qi Tongwei remained deaf to everything happening around him.
His entire focus was on the files before him.
His ability to recreate a perfect crime scene (trace evidence) at the level of Conan was pushed to its limit at this moment.
What ordinary people find boring and tedious texts, blurry photos, and hasty inspection records transformed into vivid and three-dimensional images in his mind.
He picked up a missing person case file from a year ago.
A female college student mysteriously disappeared at the school gate; she was never seen alive or dead.
After investigating for several months without any leads, the police had no choice but to close the case as a missing person.
Qi Tongwei's gaze fell on a photograph taken at the scene.
That was the last bus stop the girl was seen at before she went missing.
In the corner of the photo, there is an inconspicuous black Santana sedan.
His pupils contracted slightly.
【Eagle Eye Vision】started instantly, magnifying the blurry photo dozens of times.
The license plate number was clearly displayed before his eyes.
"京A·88431"
He silently noted down the number, put the file aside, and picked up another one.
This was a robbery that occurred six months ago.
A female night shift worker was robbed on her way home. She was robbed of all her belongings and seriously injured.
At the crime scene, only a blurry shoe print with a distinctive pattern was left.
Police compared tens of thousands of shoe samples but found nothing.
Qi Tongwei looked at the photo of the shoe print.
In his mind, the ability of [trace analysis] automatically began to analyze, model, and reconstruct.
A few seconds later, a complete shoe sole pattern clearly appeared.
It was an extremely rare, handcrafted Italian leather shoe.
The pattern on the sole is a design composed of the letters "L" and "V".
These shoes are very expensive, and only a handful of people in the entire Jingzhou own them.
A cold smile curled at the corners of Qi Tongwei's lips.
He then picked up the third file.
This is a serious case of intentional injury.
A resident whose home was being demolished was attacked and had both legs broken off because he disagreed with the developer's compensation plan.
Halfway through the investigation, all the clues pointed to the Shanshui Group.
Then, the case could no longer be investigated and was "technically" shelved.
At the end of the case file, a transcript of the interrogation at the time was attached.
The resident whose leg was broken repeatedly mentioned a name in his statement.
"It was Zhao Ruilong! It was Zhao Ruilong who sent his men to do it!"
However, this transcript was ultimately deemed "a subjective conjecture made under emotional distress" and was not accepted as evidence.
Qi Tongwei looked at the transcript, his fingers tapping lightly on the table.
The missing female college student.
A female night shift worker who was robbed.
A resident whose leg was broken during a land expropriation.
Three seemingly unrelated cases.
A black Santana.
A pair of expensive handmade leather shoes.
A name that is utterly lawless.
These scattered pieces of the puzzle were quickly pieced together in his mind by an invisible hand.
They all point to a blurry yet incredibly clear black shadow.
He put down the file, looked up, and gazed at the night sky illuminated by neon lights outside the window.
Beneath the city's prosperity, how many evils are hidden?
Those files forgotten in the filing cabinets, every page stained with blood and soaked with tears.
Each one is a silent cry from a broken family.
In his past life, he turned a blind eye to the darkness in order to climb the social ladder.
In this life, he will make these cries resound throughout the entire Handong!
He stood up and walked over to Chen Hai.
Chen Hai was dozing off on the sofa when he was startled awake.
"Tongwei, have you finished reading?"
"not yet."
Qi Tongwei took out a piece of paper from his pocket, on which was written the license plate number of the black Santana.
"Could you help me find out where this car is now?"
His voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable air of command.
"In addition, notify the Criminal Investigation Division's Technical Section to immediately conduct a city-wide database comparison of this shoe print."
He also handed over the pattern diagram of the sole of the handmade leather shoes.
Chen Hai looked at the things on the paper. Although he didn't understand what Qi Tongwei was going to do, he still nodded immediately.
"Okay, I'll get right on it!"
Just as Chen Hai was about to leave, Qi Tongwei called him back.
"etc."
Qi Tongwei's gaze fell on the file concerning the households affected by the demolition.
Who is in charge of this case?
Chen Hai glanced at the signature on the file, and his expression changed slightly.
"Yes...yes, it's Wu Jianguo, the deputy head of the Criminal Investigation Division."
"He is also one of Qian Liwei's men."
"very good."
A cold killing intent flashed in Qi Tongwei's eyes.
"Notify Wu Jianguo, and all police officers involved in these three cases."
He said, slowly and deliberately:
"Meeting in the conference room at 8:00 AM tomorrow."
"I want to hear the case investigation report in person."
"Not a single person is allowed to be absent!"