Live At The Murder Scene

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The recorder has been well preserved for more than ten years. Tian Wenmian should have carefully studied it and damaged part of the outer shell, but did not damage the parts inside.

The technical investigators quickly read out the audio file completely. A group of people sat in the conference room, drew the curtains, closed the door tightly, cut off all the noise, and began to listen to the contents.

Kong Zhongling, the reporter who died tragically eleven years ago. She has the habit of carrying a recorder with her. This one is a new tool she just bought a few days before the incident. At the time of the murder, she was sitting in a shelter from the rain, recording what happened that night.

In the background, there is the sound of raindrops falling on the ground and breaking apart, mixed with various footsteps and the sound of distant car whistle. The female's low voice vibrated in the air, recreating the chaotic night with heavy rain.

She was in a good mood. After reporting on the progress of the interview that day, she sang in a low voice. Amidst the intermittent melody, the voice of a second person appeared...

The first audio is played. The mixed background sound stopped abruptly, as if the tide of the sea faded from the border, leaving only an empty sand. An empty silence appeared in the conference room, and everyone in the Criminal Investigation Detachment felt a similar, unspeakable emotion.

They pursued and searched for the truth day and night, but when the truth came peacefully, they could not accept it peacefully.

Some regrets, but also some stunned. There is a kind of happiness that has finally reached the end, and another kind of sadness that is not very satisfactory.

The case is closed.

The case can really be closed this time.

...But it's too late. Too many people left.

All this is too good for people.

In the dim light, the figures approached each other, and some small whispers gradually sounded, accompanied by rustling writing.

The technician quickly opened the recording of the previous day. Everyone was silent again, capturing the key information in the audio.

After a long time, the curtains opened again. The dazzling light shone into the window and at the same time a fresh wind poured in. The wide vision and sense of smell dispelled the dullness of the room.

Everyone cast their eyes on the front seat, waiting for He Chuanzhou's instructions.

He Chuanzhou held a black pen between his two fingers, and habitually rotated the pen body, his fingertips were drawn with a black mark. After a while, she turned over her palm and clasped the pen heavily on the table.

The crisp sound broke the silence of the room.

The not-so-tall figure stood up, straightened its back, with the majesty of a leader. She called out in a low voice: "Xie Qimeng."

Xie Qimeng stood up and answered loudly: "Yes!"

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Zhu Yanhe was extremely uncooperative, and he kept yelling when he was escorted in by the police.

"Why are you looking for me again? Why are you calling me again! Are you endless? I admit the beatings on the street, and you can't always interrogate me with other cases! Did you hear that! Hurry up! The court! Detention center!"

He was still wearing the prison uniform from the morning, and he smelled of sweat. Just after relieving from drug addiction, he didn't have much effort, and even the scratches on his neck were fresh.