Netherworld Investigator Chapter 512: Criminal Anthropology


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As soon as my voice fell, a police officer stood up and patted the table, and shouted, "Why is he not a murderer? When the murder happened that year, I was a new policeman, but everything It’s all in my eyes. The two seniors have finally found hard evidence. If it hadn’t been for the **** expert to collect black money and burn the evidence, Ma Sanyou would have been sentenced to death... By the way, the one who burned the evidence back then His expert is also surnamed Song, does he have anything to do with Consultant Song?"

Huang Xiaotao dragged my sleeve underneath and reminded in a low voice: "Don't say it! Don't say it!"

I stood up and replied unabashedly: "The **** expert you mentioned is my grandfather!"

There was an uproar in the conference room. I heard many people scolding my grandfather, and even suspected that our special case team came here to cleanse my grandfather. I was very uncomfortable, and asked the person who had just spoken: "Just take the liberty to ask, you just said that my grandfather received black-hearted money, is there any evidence?"

The police officer said: "I guess, otherwise, why would he protect the murderer?"

Everyone is looking at me, and I know that once I declare my identity, everything I say is like whitewashing my grandpa. Fortunately, the fat police officer stepped up in time to make the rounds, telling us to calm down, and to settle the current case first.

At this time, a policeman came in and said that he had found some files of Ma Sanyou. He read it to us. In the 1980s, Sanyou Ma ran an audio shop in the county town. The business was booming. Sanyou Ma had a serious and bold personality, but he was so ugly that he hadn't fallen in love at the age of 26 or 27. Later, I met a girl who was a migrant worker. The girl was quite beautiful. My friends said that Ma Sanyou was not superficial, and the two quickly developed to the point of talking about marriage, but I didn’t expect that girl would actually take Ma Sanyou’s work. The 150,000 savings disappeared without a trace, it turned out that she was a liar.

Because of this shock, Ma Sanyou was devastated. I heard a friend say that he often went to the red hair salon for catharsis and contracted some unspeakable diseases!

Until the age of thirty-five, Sanyou Ma was introduced to marry his wife. Because it was a silly marriage, life was not going well after marriage. There was a small noise for three days and a big noise for five days. After several years of stumbling, the wife left two children and ran away with other men, gave birth to children outside, and only officially divorced Ma Sanyou a few years later.

Ma Sanyou went through various changes and became reticent. He drank all day and the shop was not operating well. The two children often had a meal without a meal.

I heard that Sanyou Ma has another bad habit. He often throws out trash secretly late at night. Once a neighbor opened his trash curiously and saw a cat that was tortured to death inside. It seemed that he did not do this kind of thing for the first time.

After the reading, the police officers talked about it, saying that it is not surprising that this kind of person can commit a crime, even I think he is right.

But there is another voice in my heart saying, maybe not, if everyone thinks that he is a criminal, then his previous life seems to be a foreshadowing before the crime.

The fat police officer asked: "What does Counselor Song have?"

I said: "I don't have any opinion, I want to see him with my own eyes, and then draw conclusions."

The fat police officer shook his head: "After the ninth case, Ma Sanyou disappeared. Since then, no similar cases have occurred in the county."

I said: "Let me see his photos!"

The policeman gave me the file. When I saw Ma Sanyou's photo, I was taken aback for a moment. Why did I feel familiar? That face is really ugly. His chin is very wide, which is full of sky. In the 19th century, criminologists proposed criminal anthropology. Through statistics on the bones of a large number of criminals, they found that this type of chin was broad, his head pointed, and his eyes protruding. People with heavy body hair are more likely to become criminals.

According to the theory of criminal anthropology, civilization and order were born after humans have evolved to a certain level. People with such anti-ancestral characteristics have anti-social and anti-human genes, so they are more likely to fall into crime.

However, criminal anthropology has always been a hypothesis and has not been scientifically confirmed.

Huang Xiaotao stared at the photo and said, "You really have an unpleasant face, Song Yang, what's the matter with you?"

"It's okay, I'm thinking about something." I said perfunctorily.

Huang Xiaotao didn't take it seriously, but Song Xingchen, who was sitting with me, gave me a meaningful look. At this time, there was some cold sweat on my back, and I remembered where I saw him.

When I was very young, my grandfather once met this person at home, because I was too young to remember what they said. I vaguely remembered that the man looked very haggard, his body was in tatters, like a tramp, and my grandfather seemed to have given him some money.

I remember that it was 1997. Calculated by time, it was exactly one year after the ninth case occurred.

Thinking about this matter is extremely scary. Is it true that my grandfather was really helping him out of crime, and then helped him, but why? Why did Grandpa go against his original intentions!

Putting down the file, I asked: "Where Ma Sanyou lived before, I want to check it out."

The fat police officer asked around, and an old police officer remembered that it was getting late now, and he explained that he would take us to see it someday.

After the meeting, I asked for a copy of the surveillance video, returned to the hotel and sent it to the Nanjiang City Bureau, so that the Material Evidence Appraisal Center could help identify the suspect in the screen. At night, I was sitting alone, with various thoughts in my heart, Huang Xiaotao comforted me a few words, I just smiled and said it was okay.

At this moment, Song Xingchen walked in and said, "Borrow the computer, your grandpa's capital flow has been checked."

Song Xingchen sat in front of the computer and started operating unskillfully. He logged in to a mailbox, and there was a new email on it with the subject "Little Bunny", which was sent by Song Heting. Inside is a detailed list of bank receipts and payments. From 1997 to the death of my grandfather, I noticed that a few large sums of money came in in the last few lines and had been taken away. I asked: "What's the matter? ?"

Song Xingchen explained: "This account belongs to my aunt. It seems that your grandpa owed some money, and my aunt paid his debts for him."

"You owe money?" I was a little surprised. I remembered that Grandpa never lacked money. I learned from Sun Huo that Grandpa has monthly special allowances from the Municipal and Provincial Departments, which add up to the monthly allowance. It looks like tens of thousands, and he also has his own retirement salary.

He doesn't usually have any expenses, and the cigarettes and tea he smokes are very cheap. How can he owe money?

Looking down, until one month before his death, my grandfather used to send money to two accounts every month. One account was called Shen Lijuan and received 3,000 yuan a month, and the other was Nie Yalong, who received 6,000 yuan a month.

I cried out in astonishment: "My grandfather has been helping Nie Yalong! But why didn't he mention it!"

Looking down again, in 1996, my grandfather actually sent a huge sum of 500,000 yuan to Nie Yalong. At that time, this was a lot of money. Nie Yalong said before that he needed 500,000 yuan for the treatment of his legs. The money is for him to treat his legs.

Huang Xiaotao curiously said: "Has Nie Yalong never received the money? No, I understand, the money was swallowed by his son!"


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