Chapter 427

Effort is no match for talent

Chapter 427 Effort is no match for talent
This torture and murder case has a unique name, called [522 Murder Case].

It is called 522 because the case occurred on May 22.

This case caused a great sensation in Jiangzhou City at the time because of its particularly bad impact.

Many people are angry about the sentencing in this case and feel that the sentences given to these murderers are too light.

It has become a classic case and is often used by some teachers as a case to explain to students, and Song Ci is no exception. When I was in school, my teacher analyzed this case.

This case occurred in [-]. Among them, Lei Xiaoyun, who received the lightest sentence, was released from prison in [-] years. He was killed the same year he was released from prison. When he was found, there were large burn marks on his hair, skin, etc. , it was obvious that he was burned and tortured to death before death.

And this was one of the abuses the victim received before his death.

Another murderer, Jiang Chengshi, was released from prison in [-]. He was also killed the same year he was released from prison. He was hit with a stick and beaten to death. His whole body was swollen and the flesh under his skin turned into blood porridge. The method was extremely cruel.

This was also one of the abuses the victim suffered before his death.

Therefore, this murderer is definitely related to the victim Xu Yumin.

Among them, two people are the most suspected, one is Xu Yumin's husband Zhang Changgong, and the other is Xu Yumin's younger brother Xu Erbao.

Among the two, Zhang Changgong is the most suspected, because Xu Yumin and her husband Zhang Changgong have a very good relationship. From the fact that Xu Yumin went to pick up her husband who was away from home in the middle of the night, we can know that the two have a close relationship.

Otherwise, a woman would not go out in the middle of the night without rest. Then she encountered four demons in human skin, which triggered the tragedy that followed.

However, since Xu Yumin's death, Zhang Changgong fell into deep self-blame and became addicted to alcoholism. In the end, he lost all his property and lived in unfinished buildings or bridges across Jiangzhou City, making a living by begging and picking up junk.

But in the third year after Xu Yumin's death, he froze to death under the Huilong Bridge due to alcoholism.

So the last suspect is Xu Yumin's younger brother Xu Erbao. Xu Erbao works as a farmer in his hometown and takes care of two elderly people in the family. His parents are old and in poor health and are bedridden almost all year round.

However, after multiple investigations by the police, they ruled out the possibility that Xu Erbao committed the crime because Xu Erbao was not in Jiangzhou when the two victims were killed.

So the case was shelved and then came into Song Ci's hands.

After reviewing the case again, Song Ci turned his attention back to the suspect Zhang Changgong.

Although the information shows that he is dead, there are also death certificates, cremation records, etc.

But Song Ci felt that he should still be alive, living in another identity.

Song Ci felt that he could think of this, and it was impossible for the police not to think of this. He was not the only smart person in the world.

But in this case, why did this case become a difficult case for the police and was shelved in the archives room.

One is that Zhang Changgong's new identity is perfect, making it impossible for the police to investigate.

The body of the person who was replaced by Zhang Changgong has been cremated. It is impossible to determine his identity through DNA. The only way is to visit and investigate manually. However, it takes too long and he is a homeless man with no fixed abode. This is too difficult. .

Of course, there is another reason, that is, the police may not be willing to investigate.

The law only talks about procedural justice. No matter what the motive for the crime is, a crime is a crime and must be punished by law.

The law can be fair and just, but it is people who enforce the law, and as long as they are people, they will be swayed by emotions.

So as long as you don't do it, you don't have to choose and you won't make ideological mistakes.

But now, the meaning is obvious when this case is transferred to him.

On the one hand, it tests his ability to handle cases, and on the other hand, it tests his position.

"Really, who came up with such a 'evil' idea."

Song Ci threw the file on the table, feeling extremely overwhelmed.

At this moment, Qiao Yanxia knocked on the door.

"Come in."

As Song Ci's voice fell, Qiao Yanxia walked in with a cup of tea.

"I saw Mao Feng in the tea room and made you a cup."

Qiao Yanxia said, walked forward and placed the cup in front of Song Ci's table.

Song Ci glanced at the green tips standing up one after another in the glass, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, the tea is really good.

He didn't buy this tea, but got it from Yun Shiqi.

"Boss, what exactly do I need to do?" Qiao Yanxia asked.

Only then did Song Ci realize that Qiao Yanxia hadn't left yet.

So he raised his head, but instead of answering the question, he asked: "Has the water delivery person arrived yet?"

"Well, I've been here. I bought fifty water stamps. I think that's enough for the time being." Qiao Yanxia said quickly, and was about to hand the water stamps to Song Ci.

Song Ci waved his hand and said, "I'll leave it with you for now. You'll tell me how much it will cost later, and I'll reimburse you."

Qiao Yanxia nodded and did not refuse. Although the money was not much, one code equaled the other, and it could not be confused because of the small amount.

Song Ci continued to ask, "Do you know what our company does?"

"Uh...information consultation?" Qiao Yanxia asked tentatively.

In fact, she didn't understand what kind of information consultation the company provided.

"What are you consulting about?"

"finance?"

Song Ci shook his head and said with a smile: "Do you think I am in finance?"

"Is that business?"

Song Ci still shook his head, and then asked, "Have you seen those plaques at the door?"

Qiao Yanxia nodded quickly when she heard this. When she was waiting for Song Ci to come back at the door, she had already read it carefully. Although she was a little surprised, she was not surprised.

Because she was Kong Yumei's disciple, she naturally knew what Song Ci's father-in-law did, and thought it was just Yun Shiqi using his connections to care for Song Ci.

"We provide information consultation to the police."

"Police?" Qiao Yanxia's eyes widened when she heard this, looking very surprised.

"Yes, the police, I play the role of a consultant, providing the police with some special information to assist them in solving some difficult cases."

Qiao Yanxia's eyes widened when she heard this. She really didn't expect that Song Ci would actually consult the police.

Those who can provide consultation to the police must be particularly good in a certain aspect.

Seeing her surprised look, Song Ci continued: "So, your action is to contact the police, share some information, and communicate with the police in a timely manner. I will give you the contact information of the police contact staff later..."

Qiao Yanxia nodded repeatedly when she heard this, and then she understood what her specific job was.

"But before you do these things, there is one more thing you need to do."

"whats the matter?"

"Recruitment, for such a big company, you can't be the only employee." "It's not impossible." Qiao Yanxia muttered in a low voice.

"At least four or five people are needed. Because some cases will cross provinces, some data collection, travel arrangements, etc. will require manpower, so you need to recruit a few more people to subdivide the work. In addition, you also need to find An accountant…”

Qiao Yanxia listened at first, then took out her mobile phone and wrote down everything Song Ci said in the memo.

"Okay, you go and choose a workstation first. Now you are alone. You can sit wherever you want." Song Ci smiled.

"it is good."

After hearing this, Qiao Yanxia walked out happily and helped Song Ci close the door of the office.

Watching her go out, Song Ci also recovered his mind and continued to consider some details of the case.

But suddenly I remembered that I forgot to ask Qiao Yanxia to buy a mobile blackboard.
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"Little butterfly, big butterfly, it has beautiful big wings, long beards..."

Nuan Nuan murmured softly while drawing, it was really cute.

Su Wanting lowered her head and glanced at what she had drawn, and saw a few ugly butterflies flying above the flowers.

The flowers are all lumpy like poop stuck on a stick, and the whole painting is not very good.

But it makes people feel comfortable when they look at it. The reason is that the warmth adds color to these butterflies, flowers, plants, white clouds, and even sunlight.

Various colors are mixed together, which looks messy, but visually, it gives people a very comfortable feeling. This is the world in Nuan Nuan's eyes.

At a glance, one can feel the love that the person who painted this painting has for this world, and can't help but feel joy in his heart.

This feeling can only be felt, not expressed in words.

Some people's paintings are full of details, just like photos, but after viewing them, they don't give people a sense of resonance.

Some people paint paintings with only a few strokes, which are neither fish nor fowl, but with just one glance, you can feel the same feelings and sympathize with the person who painted them.

This is a kind of talent that cannot be cultivated through acquired education.

Obviously, Nuan Nuan has this talent.

Although her painting is not good, she has learned to use painting to express everything she sees and her love for the world.

Su Wanting turned her head and looked at Xiao Ma Yuan next to her, and then——

Uh, are you sure this is a painting?Not a geometric diagram?
But this can be regarded as a kind of talent, and it is self-evident who inherits this talent. Su Wanting turned around and glared at Ma Zhiyong.

Ma Zhiyong was stared at in confusion. He had done nothing, not even said a word. Could it be that breathing was wrong now?
Su Wanting stopped looking at Xiao Mayuan because she felt that her own level was too low for her biological daughter and she really couldn't guide her.

But this little guy doesn’t have obsessive-compulsive disorder, right?

Thinking of this, Su Wanting was slightly worried.

But now was not the time to think about this. She looked at Ma Xinyue next to her.

Ma Xinyue's paintings are quite satisfactory, with nothing special about them. Perhaps the only thing worthy of praise is her imagination.

The sun is an old man with a beard, the butterfly is an elf with legs, a little flower with a smiling face...

However, the colors were a bit dark, and Su Wanting looked at Ma Xinyue thoughtfully.

Ma Xinyue seemed to be aware of it, looked up at Su Wanting, and then showed a smile.

Su Wanting also quickly showed a smile, then patted her little head and praised: "The painting is good."

As soon as she finished speaking, the two little guys next to her immediately looked over.

"Mine is great too." Nuannuan said confidently.

"Mine is super beautiful." Xiao Mayuan also said.

It is indeed beautiful, a kind of industrial drawing beauty. It is obviously a painting of bright spring scenery in the wild, but it gives people a punk mechanical feel.

After thinking about it differently, I suddenly felt that Xiao Ma Yuan's painting was really not that bad. This is an alternative style of painting.

Thinking of this, Su Wanting felt very relieved, she really looked like me.

Nuan Nuan and the three little guys are concentrating on their painting lessons, and Ma Xinqiang is also not idle next to them.

He is ten years old this year and should be in the fourth grade of elementary school. However, since he was adopted by his aunt and uncle, he had to drop out of school when he was in the first grade of elementary school. Therefore, his foundation is very poor and it is not easy to make up for it.

Ma Xinqiang is just an ordinary child, far less intelligent than Xiao Mayuan, but he also has his advantages, hardworking and focused.

Not afraid of hardship, not afraid of tiredness, not learning things twice once, and not being tempted by external things. This is what Ma Zhiyong admires most, and therefore he feels that he will definitely achieve something in the future.

"Okay, that's all for today."

After the three little guys finished drawing, Su Wanting clapped her hands and ended today's class.

Su Wanting's class is very simple. There is a theme every day and the children are allowed to play freely.

After they finish the painting, in the second class, they will point out their shortcomings and how to draw better, and then ask them to apply what she said to new paintings to achieve the purpose of learning. .

But for now, only Xiao Mayuan listened completely, but the effect of the painting is still not very good.

Ma Xinyue also listened a lot, and her paintings improved every day.

Among the three, only Nuan Nuan barely listened. He still painted as he pleased, but he was the best and the fastest progressing among the three.

Sometimes you have to admit that talent is really more important than hard work.

"After class, come over and drink some juice."

Seeing that the class was over, Ma Zhiyong immediately greeted a few kids.

Nuannuan heard the sound and immediately ran over. She was indeed a little thirsty, so she took Ma Zhiyong's cup and drank it.

"Xiaoqiang, come here and rest for a while. We'll do it later." Ma Zhiyong greeted.

"I'll finish this question." Ma Xinqiang said without raising his head.

Xiao Ma Yuan held the cup and walked over curiously, stretched out her little head and took a look.

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Ma Xinqiang scratched his head, it felt so difficult.

"1995."

Xiao Ma Yuan blurted out directly.

"Xiao Mayuan, don't disturb my brother from doing his homework." Ma Zhiyong said.

"But, he is a bit stupid." Xiao Mayuan said matter-of-factly.

Ma Xinqiang:......

Just keep scratching your head.

(End of this chapter)