Chapter 3 Murder Plan 4

  "The study of criminal psychology is just my personal hobby." Liu Chunxiao seemed very humble, "Yesterday, Director Li happened to mention at the Procuratorate that he wanted to find someone to do a simulation, and our director recommended me."

  "I'm done." Liu Chunxiao was originally a person who wasn't good at lying, so when he said these words, he didn't dare to look directly into Zhang Tong's eyes.

  "Xiao Tong, if you want to talk to me, I'm always available!" Seeing Zhang Tong's current mood wasn't bad, Liu Chunxiao thought for a moment and then said the words that had been suppressed in her heart.

  。

  Zhang Tong couldn't help but stare blankly for a moment, then suddenly understood Liu Chunxiao's thoughts. She took a deep breath: "I know you're doing this for my own good, I promise you, Liu Chunxiao, as long as the timing is right, I will find you."

  Of.

  Tianchang City First Hospital has the most luxurious outpatient building in Tianchang City. No wonder, the doctors here are the best, and on the day of specialist clinics, as early as 2 or 3 o'clock in the morning when it's still dark outside

  People will come to queue up and register, but a small ordinary paper with a printed number, after being resold by scalpers, the price will increase four or five times, yet people still flock to buy it.

  Wang Yan almost never went to the hospital, except for that one time when she was caught and cut her arm. So all the troubles of queuing up and registering to see a doctor in the hospital were completely unimaginable to her.

  。

  This time if it wasn't for official business, Wang Yan would not have come to First Hospital, at most she would just pass by the entrance.

  As she walked into the magnificent outpatient department hall of First Hospital, Wang Yanan looked around and couldn't help but exclaim: "This is even better than a five-star hotel!"

  "Why else would people say that seeing a doctor is expensive, it's one of the new three major mountains for ordinary people?" Zhao Yun said with a smile, "This money comes from the wallets of us ordinary people!"

  The two of you walked up the stairs one by one and came straight to the director's office on the third floor.

  The dean, surnamed Yuan, was a stout middle-aged man with a round face. He had a smile on his face as soon as he opened his mouth. After some polite conversation, when he learned of Wang Yan and Zhao Yun's specific intentions, Dean Yuan's smile on his face

  Rong disappeared.

  "What a human tragedy!" Dean Yuan sighed, "I and Old Hou were classmates, but we took different paths. I eventually chose to enter politics, while he remained infatuated with his craft."

  "Stubborn! His personality is very stubborn, and he has almost no friends, except for me. Actually, I don't even count as his friend. This guy is too obsessed. He'll offend people with just two sentences."

  Director Yuan tiptoed, stretching out his chubby arms with great effort, and finally reached a small photo frame placed on top of the cabinet. He patted off the dust on the frame, looking apologetic as he handed it to Wang Yanan, "Left

  "That's him on the side. To be honest, based on my understanding of him over the years, I'm not surprised at all that he chose to commit suicide under such a blow!"

  "What's this? How can you say that?"

  He's too serious, too stubborn, and obstinate. After his wife Xiao Li was killed in the accident, he became like a madman, unable to perform surgeries or attend classes, and even his obedient apprentices didn't dare to approach him.

  Whatever...

  "Has he brought an apprentice?"

  Dean Yuan smiled slightly, looking very proud, but then immediately revealed a sad expression: "He is the youngest postgraduate tutor in our hospital, because he has excellent surgical skills and is well-liked by his students.

  "His skills and leadership were highly valued, but perhaps because of his exceptional talent, he naturally came across as somewhat arrogant." By the time he said this, perhaps realizing that speaking ill of the dead was not right...

  So, Director Yuan cleared his throat and continued in a different tone, "In short, Dr. Hou Junyan is a very good doctor, and his departure is not only a loss for our hospital, but also...

  "What a great loss for many people around us!"

  Having heard this grandiose speech, Wang Yan and Zhao Yun couldn't help but look at each other: "Then, may I ask Director Yuan, is Hou Junyan still in our Tianchang City with his apprentices? If possible, we would like to...

  "Talk with him."

  Director Yuan nodded: "Of course, his great apprentice is now the director of our First Hospital's surgical department, Director Ding. You can go to her office to find her now, she should still be there."

  "Let's go. Today is not her clinic day."

  After leaving the dean's office, Wang Yan let out a big sigh of relief: "I said Zhao Yun, is it that all the leaders are like this, with such a demeanor and speaking in a sour tone? Clearly having opinions about others in their hearts but not daring to say them out loud?"

  It's just that you still have to flatter people and stick gold on their faces with your mouth, do you think it's tiring or not? Our Director Li is definitely not that kind of person!

  Zhao Yun couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh: "That's because you haven't seen it, actually Director Li is also quite tired of living. In the officialdom, everyone has to say some grandiose words, that's the convention. In my opinion, we can only...

  "It's just lucky, I suppose, to have a leader who is so willing to work with us!"

  Contrary to Zhao Yun and Wang Ya Nan's expectations, Director Ding turned out to be a petite woman, no more than 155 cm tall. Wang Ya Nan couldn't help but furrow her brow, she found it hard to associate the person in front of her with...

  A weak woman and a renowned surgeon, known as the "scalpel master", are paired together. If she were to stand at the operating table, she would probably need to stand on a stool in order to reach it.

  。

  After learning the specific intentions of Zhao Yun and Wang Ya Nan, Director Ding looked somewhat surprised: "The teacher has been gone for many years, how can you think of investigating him now?"

  Wang Yanan did not express her true concerns, she smiled slightly: "As long as it's a case, it's within our investigation scope."

  "Why didn't you sentence the murderer who killed our teacher's mother back then? The murderer is still at large! So many years have passed, people are dead! You're still coming here pretending to be kind and compassionate"

  "What's wrong?"

  As soon as he mentioned his teacher's family situation, Director Ding, who had been composed just now, suddenly became furious. Wang Yan looked at Zhao Yun beside her, and the two nodded in tacit understanding.

  "Director Ding, we understand your feelings. We are also working hard to correct the mistakes made in previous cases, which is why we came all the way to find you. I hope you can also understand and support me."

  "It's our job." Zhao Yun said calmly.

  Director Ding fell silent for a moment before his expression eased slightly: "Alright, what is it that you want to know?"

  "Can you tell me about your classmates who studied with you under Dr. Hou Junyan at that time?"

  Director Ding looked puzzled, just about to ask a question, but then thought better of it: "There were three people studying with me, including myself. One was transferred to another department last year and the other two are still here."

  "Went out of town, seems to be Beijing, heard that it's doing quite well now and is also a director; there's another one who immigrated to the United States. So far, only I am left in Tianchang."

  "Are you really sure?" Wang Yanan looked somewhat disappointed.

  Director Ding frowned: "How could I possibly remember wrong? At that time, we were together every day, and I can still tell several people apart!"

  As they walked out of the outpatient building of the First Hospital, it was already the time when the neon lights were first lit. Zhao Yun drove while sneaking a glance at Wang Ya Nan who remained silent beside him. The two had been partners for so long

  It's been years, and this expression was all too familiar to him. Wang Yanan was worried about the unworkable leads.

  Wang Yanan was at a loss, the thread of clues that had just started to take shape had suddenly led her into a dead end. All personnel who met the requirements of the clue were excluded without exception, either they didn't have an alibi or...

  The case's timing, or... thinking of this, Wang Yanan's face involuntarily revealed a wry smile. That woman with the surname Ding was not only bony and gaunt, but also a whole head shorter than herself. Even if she herself

  She could easily see the top of his head without looking up. A woman like that, to dissect a victim one whole size larger than herself, would require neither strength nor

  Endurance seems to be a problem. But this way, the clue to the murderer is broken. What should I do next? Wang Yan tightly locked her eyebrows and buried her body deep into the seat.

  He sat down and helplessly closed his eyes.

  Liu Chunxiao's Honda Accord had just come to a stop on the driveway of his residential compound when a commotion from the garden in front caught his attention.

  "What happened in front?"

  Just as Zhang Tong was about to open the car door, he heard this sentence and subconsciously stopped to listen carefully. Suddenly, her face changed, and she ran silently in the direction of the noisy sound coming from the front.

  Even her own handbag had fallen to the ground and she hadn't had time to pick it up.

  Liu Chunxiao saw this and quickly picked up her bag, closely following behind Zhang Tong.

  In the garden of the residential area, people were surrounding an old woman who was crying loudly and discussing in a flurry. The old woman sat on the bluestone-paved path, with her hair disheveled, her eyes wandering aimlessly, muttering to herself.

  She cried desperately, but it was impossible to make out what she was crying about.

  Next to the old woman, a middle-aged woman with an angry face was tightly shielding a little girl who looked about ** years old and was crying nonstop. The little girl was clearly frightened, while the middle-aged woman was

  Comforting her, he scolded the old woman sitting on the ground: "You're crazy! Who said this is your daughter? You can't even see clearly! You scared my child to death, I'll settle with you!"

  "What's going on with this kind of mental illness running around and no one managing it? If something happens, who am I supposed to look for?"

  Zhang Tong squeezed into the crowd with all his might, helped up the old woman on the ground, and comforted her in a gentle voice: "Mom, it's okay, I'm here, don't be afraid!"

  "Qiū Qiū! I just saw Qiū Qiū! Qiū Qiū! Qiū Qiū!...... Mom is here......" The old woman grasped Zhang Tong's hand tightly, as if she had grabbed a lifesaving straw, and was still turning around.

  He looked around in all directions as if searching for something.

  "Mom, Qiuqiu is not here, you've mistaken her for someone else, let's go home!" Zhang Tong felt his voice trembling.

  "It's the old man from your family, why don't you take care of him? He's crazy and running around everywhere, if something happens it'll be troublesome!" The surrounding onlookers kindly reminded.

  Zhang Tong hurriedly apologized to the onlookers in the residential area while supporting his mother and walking her out of the crowd, softly comforting her as they walked: "Mom, it's okay, let's go home! I came back late today,

  I'm really sorry, I won't let you worry again next time...

  "Oh, let's go home!" The old woman followed closely behind Zhang Tong, walking towards the nearby building. She held tightly onto Zhang Tong's arm while occasionally glancing back over her shoulder.

  At a glance, it seems that the "Autumn" in her mouth is hiding quietly behind herself at this moment.

  This scene was witnessed by Liu Chunxiao on the side. He quietly followed behind Zhang Tong, all the way up to the floor and to the door of their home. It wasn't until he opened the door that Zhang Tong realized Liu Chunxiao had been following him all along.

  By her side. Her heart warmed up, she took the bag from Liu Chunxiao's hand and smiled awkwardly: "Thank you! You should head home early, it's getting late!"

  Liu Chunxiao wanted to speak but stopped, he looked at Zhang Tong with a thoughtful expression, nodded slightly, and turned to leave.

  "Xiao Tong, I really can't figure it out. All the people who match the requirements of the criminal behavior simulation portrait have been ruled out. Now I'm completely stuck in a dead end." Wang Yan sat next to Zhang Tong's body

  On the edge of the stainless steel autopsy table, her feet kept swaying back and forth, muttering to herself with a worried look on her face. Probably in the entire Tianchang Public Security Bureau, only Wang Ya Nan had the guts to move around without making a sound.

  The doctor's stainless steel dissecting table has become a stool under his butt.

  At this scene, Zhang Tong couldn't help but secretly sigh with a bitter smile. It's rare for something to make Wang Ya Nan so anxious that she starts foaming at the mouth. Looks like this case has really run into trouble.

  "Hey......" Zhang Tong sighed, "Ya Nan, I really can't help you! If you ask me about the cause of death, that's no problem at all. But if it comes to solving the case, I'm not as smart as you."

  Of.

  Wang Yan couldn't help but glare at Zhang Tong: "Haven't you ever heard the saying 'three cobblers are better than Zhuge Liang'? They've specially come to hear your opinion!"

  "What can I say?"