Sick roommate observation notes

Chapter 24 24

The scene of Malcolm Johnson's fall is like slow motion, frame by frame before Shen Lu's eyes.

Shen Lu felt as if his heart was strangled by an invisible big hand, he couldn't stop shaking, even felt that breathing was so difficult for him at this moment.

Shen Lu has not been easily emotional since he was a child, and he has learned various methods to control bad emotions since he was sensible. So over the years, not easily getting overly emotional about everything around him has become his habit of breathing. instinct.

It is precisely because of this that when he was involved in a criminal case and was injured, he never became overly emotional towards those criminals. When emotionally pressed by Jiang Chen, he never lost his temper, and was played around by his roommate. During this period of time, he didn't really feel particularly angry.

But now, seeing the person he wanted to help was shot and fell in front of him, unable to do anything, he finally realized what anger is after a long absence.

After breaking free from the slow world, Shen Lu's first reaction was to quickly squat down and put his hands on the man's chest to stop the bleeding, but no matter how hard he tried, the blood still gushed out from the man's chest continuously, covering his two legs. His hands were also dyed bright red.

Several police officers who also heard the gunshots reacted quickly, and three of them immediately separated their heads to search for the person who might have fired the gun nearby. The remaining police officer was assigned by Hugh to watch over the frightened gangsters, and Hugh himself hurried to Shen Lu's side, worried: "Sean, how are you, are you injured?"

Shen Lu didn't answer, he focused all his attention on Malcolm Johnson's wound, imagining how long the man could survive after being hit by a bullet, and at the same time calculating how long it would take for the ambulance that was wandering nearby to arrive at them location.

In the alley, only the breathing of several police officers could be heard for a while, Hugh couldn't help swallowing, and said a little dryly: "Sean, it's useless, he was shot in the heart, and he can't be saved."

Shen Lu's body couldn't help trembling, and after a while, he slowly moved his hands away from the brown-haired man's chest. His hands were hanging powerlessly on his sides, blood slipped from his fingers drop by drop, and then bloomed into scarlet blood on the ground flower.

This situation made Hugh feel a little unbearable.

After a few more seconds, Shen Lu's cold voice suddenly sounded in the alley: "Who fired the shot?"

"We didn't do it," the police officers who had never heard the young man speak in such a tone were a little surprised, but when they thought that the brown-haired man was shot and killed in front of Shen Lu a few seconds ago, they suddenly felt that Shen Lu The attitude is understandable, "Someone has already gone looking for the suspect. The angle at which Malcolm Johnson was shot was a bit tricky. There are not many places around where the shooting can be carried out smoothly. The possibility of the suspect being caught is still very high."

Hearing this, Shen Lu just responded in a low voice without expecting it. In his opinion, this was a premeditated murder. The murderer could not only know where Malcolm was, but could even use a gun without attracting anyone's attention. Shooting, all this shows that the other party has made complete preparations before making a move.

In this way, he can come up with two speculations for the time being. One is that the person who shot was a resident living nearby. This person may have disliked Malcolm Johnson, and then found that the brown-haired man moved his hands on some gangsters. The second is that the murderer did not come from the slums, but he had a deep hatred with Malcolm because of some things, so he was already prepared to understand Malcolm's movements, and at the same time, he also prepared guns and ammunition and the subsequent escape plan All preparations.

No matter which of the truths is the truth, the few police officers whose authority is limited to this urban area will not have enough ability to search and arrest the other party, unless the murderer can leave more enough to escape during the escape process. Get someone to accuse him of evidence.

One minute later, the ambulance finally arrived at the gate of 1, and the medical staff got out of the car in a hurry, and carried the three people who fell down in the alley into the ambulance for emergency treatment.A moment later, a police officer followed the ambulance to the hospital to deal with follow-up matters. Malcolm Johnson was accidentally shot and died during the negotiation process. The police still need to negotiate with the hospital and complete relevant documents before transferring the man's body to the forensic department.

Shen Lu followed the other police officers back to the police station. He cleaned the blood that was almost coagulated on his hands bit by bit in the bathroom, and then declined the black police officer's suggestion to send him home. He returned home alone.

On the way home, sitting in the taxi, he stretched out his palms, quietly staring at his slender hands, feeling that the blood on them could no longer be washed clean.

Maybe Malcolm Johnson's death was his own fault, Shen Lu thought.

If he hadn't wanted to help each other on a whim, if he hadn't tried to approach the man and give him the kindness he dreamed of, then the two of them would never have known each other, and this ridiculous plot would naturally cease to exist.

If it wasn't for his arrogance and arrogance to intervene in the man's life, the man would definitely be living well now, and then the other party only needs to persist for a few more months, and maybe he will change to live in another community under the urging of his sister. Need him, an outsider, to meddle in his own business?

Regret and confusion filled his whole brain for a while, but soon, the anger reached its peak after he received the newly delivered yellow roses at the door.

The flower-giver put a message card in the bouquet as usual, and the words printed on the card all showed that the relationship between the flower-giver and Malcolm Johnson's death was very important——

Everything you want to protect, I will dig three feet to find them, and then destroy them little by little in front of you.

Let me see, in this way, can you still maintain your usual calm posture?

Shen Lu put the card into his pocket with trembling hands, then stretched out his hands to cover his face in pain and sighed.

He once imagined that the flower-giver had jealous delusions towards him, and this delusion might make the flower-giver unable to help hurting himself, and even his friends around him, but he really never imagined that because of this matter, he would The first to be hurt was actually Malcolm Johnson, who had only met him a few times.

Now it seems that the flower giver’s jealous delusion against himself is not as simple as thinking that he has snatched his imaginary love partner. This jealousy may also be related to his profession, otherwise it would not be implicated in it Innocent brunette.

After returning home, Shen Lu, who had just entered the door, happened to bump into his roommate who was about to go upstairs with a water glass, but he was unable to say hello as usual, so he just nodded at Qin Qiu, and then dragged his heavy body to think. Go back to your room and organize your thoughts.

"Sean, wait," his roommate didn't give him a chance to leave quickly, but frowned and stopped him, "what's wrong with you?"

Shen's footsteps on the way upstairs couldn't help but pause.

In fact, after the death of Malcolm Johnson, he really wanted to sit down and talk to someone, but he felt that the death of the brown-haired man was his own fault, and he was a little ashamed to tell others everything in his heart. He turned his head and smiled at his roommate: "It's nothing, why do you ask that?"

"If you don't want to laugh, don't laugh." Qin Qiu broke his disguise, "I can see that you are angry, if you don't mind, you can tell me the matter, I am happy to be your bad mood trash can , think about it? Huh?"

Hearing this, Shen Lu subconsciously raised his hand to touch his cheek, it was so strange, what Qin Qiu saw was not that he was sad, but that he was angry?

He lowered his eyes to feel carefully, and sure enough, he touched the raging flame of anger in his heart. He couldn't help feeling a little bit emotional, his roommate's understanding of him was even more nuanced than himself.

Seeing that Shen Lu didn't speak but didn't go upstairs anymore, Qin Qiu stared at him closely and continued to tempt him: "You really don't want to tell me?"

"I'm really angry," Shen Lu sighed, closed his eyes, and said in a tired tone, "An innocent person was killed by a lunatic in front of me, how can I not be angry? That person is actually very good, He was going to start a new life somewhere else, and he didn't deserve to die."

"So that's the case, that's such a pity," Qin Qiu shook his head and sighed following Shen Lu's words, and only he knew how much of the regret in his tone was sincere, "You want to kill someone?" Did that person pay the price?"

"Yes, of course I want to." Shen Lu suddenly opened his eyes, and there was even a faint trace of blood in them, "I want to find out the murderer, and make him pay a heavy price."

Shen Lu, who has always been gentle towards others, actually had a bit of ruthlessness in his tone this time, so Qin Qiu laughed: "What do you want that person to do?"

"What do you want the murderer to do?" Shen Lu curled his lips mockingly, there was no light in those dark eyes, "I don't even know the answer to this question myself."

After laughing at himself, he didn't want to say any more, but waved to Qin Qiu, and walked upstairs sickly.

Qin Qiu didn't stop Shen Lu this time, but stood in place rubbing the cup wall, lost in thought.

He had long expected that the man Shen Lu was helping might die in the near future, and he had also expected that Shen Lu would be angry because of the death of the other party, and it was all because of his promotion that all of this could develop so smoothly.

Shen Lu's anger was what he had always wanted to plot. He wanted to know, after a criminal did something that touched Shen Lu's bottom line, would Shen Lu regenerate the same thing as him, wanting to get the criminal out of this place? The thought of killing the world?

The current situation is clearly what he wants to see.

But why, after seeing Shen Lu's desolate expression, a faint emotion called regret appeared in his heart?

After arriving at the room, Shen Lu put the new card into a sealed bag as evidence. After calming down for a moment, he took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Jiang Chen asking if he was free. In less than 5 minutes, Jiang Chen called directly. Phone: "We don't have a case today, we are bored playing games at home, what's the matter?"

"I remember that you seem to have participated in training related to weapons after you joined the Bureau of Investigation. I would like to ask, what is the identity and background of people who can use long-range guns?"

"Why are you suddenly interested in this?" Hearing this, Jiang Chen was puzzled, but he didn't delve into it. "How far is the range?"

Shen Lu began to recall the scene of the crime at that time. The location where Malcolm Johnson was shot was located in the center of the not-so-long alley. Assuming that the distance between the bullets must be a straight line, then the two alleys have a total of about 130 degrees of being attacked on the plane. In addition, there are several short buildings around, and after taking into account the height factor, the shooting range of the suspect has been expanded and expanded.Fortunately, the heights of the houses in the nearby residential areas are almost the same. Even if there are a few relatively tall buildings, they are not so high that they are exaggerated, otherwise the calculation process will become more troublesome.

In addition, the police officers who were on guard at the time did not find anyone holding a gun in the direction of Malcolm Johnson and preparing to shoot. The gunshots that could be heard at the time were relatively weak, indicating that the murderer either used a silencer or It is relatively far from the crime scene.

Based on preliminary estimates, Shen Lu believes that the murderer's shooting distance may be within the range of 50 meters to 400 meters.

Shen Lu roughly talked about the distance he estimated. Jiang Chen twitched his mouth and couldn't help hissing softly: "To be honest, this range is a bit too wide. If it is 50 meters, it can be shot with only a hand/gun theoretically. If you hit the target, you usually have to use a rifle/gun if it is farther away. If you want to make a portrait of a person who uses a gun, you need to take into account all factors such as the person's shooting habits, gun type, bullet type, etc. It is definitely impossible to analyze it with only one range.”

"What if it hit the heart," Shen Lu pursed his lips, "killed him with one blow."

"If there are only these two pieces of information, I guess the person you are talking about should be a hunting enthusiast. People who often hunt like to shoot the head of the crawling prey, but if it is a relatively large animal, such as a black bear, they will He would consider shooting the bear's heart." Jiang Chen didn't understand the meaning of Shen Lu's limiting the profile request to this range, but he still answered seriously, "Although the person who is killed by a single blow from the heart may also be a professional killer. , but in order to complete the task, the killer usually aims at the position that is more likely to cause damage. The heart is located on the side of the human body. Except for killers who are obsessive-compulsive in this regard."

"In this way," Shen Lu nodded, "If you say rifle/gun, won't it be very portable?"

"It feels okay, because some companies are quite innovative in terms of the length of weapons. For example, the shortest rifle/gun is only [-] or [-] centimeters. Speaking of this, the longest gun they make is even more than two meters. , but considering the practicality, a particularly long or short gun will actually weaken the power of the bullet. Normally, few people would choose a gun with such an extreme length." Jiang Chen was silent for a moment, then added as if thinking of something, "Oh , and the rifle/gun also has a folding type, so if someone deliberately wants to hide the gun, it is really not difficult."

This knowledge made Shen Lu more deeply realize how hard it is to catch the person hiding in the dark, he squeezed his chin a little irritably: "I understand."

"Ah? Then, it's good if you understand..."

Jiang Chen was full of gun knowledge and hadn't started talking yet, but Shen Lu had already ended the topic abruptly, which made him ask a little confused: "What's going on, I feel like you're not in the right mood today?"

"You feel it too?" Shen Lu curled his lips slightly, "I'm really in a bad mood because I killed someone."

Jiang Chen was so frightened that his voice changed: "Ah????!"

"I'm lying to you," Shen Lu was amused by the person on the other end of the phone, and his depression dissipated, "But something happened, I was thinking, I just hope that kind people don't suffer so much in life , so I want to treat them with all my kindness as much as possible.”

Having said that, he lowered his eyes and said in a helpless tone, "I just want to be nice to everyone. Is this wrong?"