Voice of the heart: Those who are eaten by the real daughter are in bad luck

Lu Xinran never thought that the melon-eating system that could spy on people's privacy could one day become a powerful tool for victims to find the murderer.

Those lines of cold and cruel words made her heart tremble uncontrollably.

She clicked on the second victim's message almost without thinking.

[Qin Gaoyi's home is also in the south of the city, on the same street as Wang Huiru's bookstore. She and Wang Huiru grew up together and are close friends who know everything.]

[On August 27, Wang Huiru went out of town to deliver books and did not return until late at night. Wang's mother was worried and even went to the Qin family to inquire about the situation.]

[Early the next morning, the Queen Mother went to Shuntian Prefecture to report the case, and she accompanied the Queen Mother.]

[The Qin family shop received a business in the afternoon. The other party urgently needed ten high-quality ink sticks. The carriage was outside the city for them to prepare and deliver.]

[The ten packed ink sticks were not light, and Qin's father originally wanted to deliver them personally, but before he left, a customer came to the store and wanted to see the best Wensong ink in the store, so the task of delivering the ink sticks fell on Qin Gaoyi.]

[How come it just happened? Wang Huiru's brother just happened to have diarrhea, and Qin Gaoyi's shop had a customer.]

[Could it be possible that Zhang Yuewen's murder was also related to coincidence? ]

She was puzzled and immediately flipped through Zhang Yuewen's booklet. [Hey, she was just leaving the city normally. Could this be a coincidence?]

At first glance, she didn't see anything unusual in Zhang Yuewen's message, so she turned back to look at Qin Gaoyi's content.

Repeated coincidences are no longer coincidences.

Song Junyan and Tang Quyan have already ordered people to go to the Wang family and the Qin family, asking them to make sure to draw the appearance of the person who delivered the mung bean soup and the person who bought ink sticks twice.

In the morgue, Lu Xinlan was suspiciously comparing the autopsy results in his mind.

She did not find any signs of sexual assault on Wang Huiru. Although the body had begun to decay due to the hot weather, the girl's lower body was intact, and the bruises on her legs were caused by dragging and bumping.

"Mr. Xu, how did you determine that the deceased was violated after death?"

Xu Bai pointed at the deceased's clothes lying aside and said, "When the deceased was found, his lower body clothing was severely damaged, and he was not wearing any underwear, so..."

"The place where the deceased was found may not be where the murderer dumped the body. It may take several hours to a day from the time the body was dumped to the time it was discovered and reported to the police. We don't know what happened in the meantime, so we can't make a definite conclusion.

"The police need this as a basis for arresting the criminals, so our report must be as fair and objective as possible and cannot be based on subjective assumptions.

"You wrote in all three results that the deceased had been violated after death. This will mislead the detectives and adults and make them conclude that the murderer is a mentally defective, lustful person."

Xu Bai's forehead was covered with sweat. In all his years of working as a coroner, this was the first time he was scolded by an outsider except for his master.

However, the other party's accusations left him unable to find any words to refute.

Her voice was neither loud nor soft, and everyone who was less than ten steps away from them heard it.

[Wow, sister is so powerful and domineering. Solving a case should be rigorous and there should not be any mistakes. How could the coroner of the Dali Temple make such a low-level mistake? ]

[If you rely on subjective conjecture to conduct an autopsy, then can the police just pick someone off the street and fabricate some crime for him and consider that the case has been solved? ]

The mumbling complaints made Song Junyan and Tang Quyan's ears burn.

I was looked down upon by two little girls!

[Let me continue from the last chapter. After Qin Gaoyi handed the ink stick to the buyer and collected the money, he was about to return to the shop, but when he walked to the city gate, he met an acquaintance. ]

[The old lady sprained her ankle and had just bought rice and flour from the city, weighing more than ten kilograms. She couldn't lift it, so she asked her to help carry it for a distance. Without thinking twice, she helped carry the person back to the village.]

[On the way back to the city... just like Wang Huiru, not long after leaving the village, she was knocked unconscious by someone with a stone.]

[When she woke up again, she was in a dark room. She could smell blood. It should be the room where Wang Huiru was killed the day before.]

[She realized what had happened to her almost instantly and wanted to shout for help, but her hands and feet were tied up, her eyes were covered, and her mouth was stuffed with a stone.]

[The murderer found out that she was awake, and slapped her in the face, calling her a stinking bitch! ]

[The murderer did not give her a chance to struggle and stabbed her in the ribs. The severe pain made her unable to remember how many times she was stabbed. She only remembered that she was stabbed once in the stomach and once in the face.]

[The murderer did not miss when he stabbed her heart for the second time. Only then did she completely die.]

The whole process of the crime made Lu Xinran feel cold in the face. The autopsy results showed that the murderer became more skilled as time went on, but the results seen in the system were different.

The murderer committed both murders in a brutal manner, as if...he was venting his anger.

She had a feeling that the murderer must have known these two people and had a personal grudge or an argument with them.

In the morgue, Lu Xinlan re-examined Qin Gaoyi's body according to the order of her thoughts.

As for Qin Gaoyi, she still found no signs of posthumous violation.

Xu Bai's face gradually turned pale. When he met Lu Xinlan's gaze, he was slightly dazed and nervous, as if he had returned to the year when he had just become an apprentice and was often scolded by his master.

After reading the written records of Wang Huiru and Qin Gaoyi before they were victimized, Lu Xinran was depressed to find that the system didn't seem to be able to provide much help.

How come they couldn't see each other's faces?

Lu Xinran sighed and was ready to open the booklet of the last person.

I hope to get some useful information. It would be best if we could know who the murderer is.

Tang Quyan and Song Junyan also became nervous. They only hoped to get the key information to solve the case as soon as possible to avoid more tragedies of innocent women being killed.

Three people died in succession, this is already a major case.

If the bodies had not been found outside the city where few people passed by, the people in the city would have surely started to panic by now.

Lu Xinran prayed silently for a long time before he opened the booklet belonging to Zhang Yuewen.

[Hey, she is also close friends with Wang Huiru and Qin Gaoyi. The three of them are of similar age, and their shops are on the same street. The three of them have always gotten along very well.]

[Zhang Yuewen is the oldest among the three of them. She had already reached the age of 15 at the beginning of the year, and her family is preparing to find a husband for her.]

[She liked her cousin from her aunt's family, but her aunt wanted to wait for her cousin to graduate from high school so that she could marry a girl from a high-ranking official family, so she didn't respond to the marriage proposal at all.]

[She was disappointed and told Wang Huiru and Qin Gaoyi that she liked her cousin. They both advised her to let go of her feelings, but she felt that her two friends did not understand her.]

[I even complained about them in the courtyard, and was seen by a servant in the house! ]