Tiger out more GL

"Then, the victim started to resist. Look at that wall!" I pointed again: "The blood on the wall was large splashes and scrapes, indicating that the victim was avoiding and struggling. Bleeding, here on the sofa, on the low cabinet, and on the ground, blood is all splattered."

Everyone followed my fingers and looked all the way to the kitchen.

"The victim has gone to the kitchen." I said, "I think the victim has realized that he will die with bare hands, so he retreated into the kitchen with his life..."

"Get a kitchen knife?!" The policeman with the camera blurted out.

"Yes, look at the set of knives by the pool, the most ideal self-defense tool." I was interrupted, and I went back to what I wanted to say before: "I therefore think that the victim we are talking about should be a family member. The male owner is better physically and stronger. Therefore, when he retreated to the kitchen to get a kitchen knife, the murderer immediately took out a gun and hit him on the head."

Guo Jun suddenly said: "Yes, yes, it was hit to the end. Look, there are still brain tissue left on the wall!"

Captain Guo also joined the play and listened attentively.

"Yeah." I suppressed my nausea, and reluctantly said, "The blood on the kitchen wall was an explosive spurt. I think the victim fell directly to the ground with a headshot, under the cabinet."

Professor Zhong lifted his eyes slightly and said, "So you think it's a vendetta?"

"Yes." I pointed to the rainstorm-like blood stains on the surface of the cupboard below, and said, "If it's a burglary, the victim has already been laid down, and death can even be confirmed, so why use a heavy object? Of course, it's probably that Take the hammer and hit the victim's head, face, and body, how many more hits are there?"

"One hit, two hits, three hits..." I counted: "Every time I hit it, there will be splashed bloodstains, one by one, and there are five obvious elliptical aggregations that can be counted, at least ruthless." There were as many as five hits. Isn’t this an enemy?…”

"It might be a pervert!" one of Professor Zhong's students frowned in disgust.

Professor Zhong stretched out his hand to restrain him, motioning for me to continue.

"Oh." I agreed. "But I didn't see any other victims' bloodstains showing signs of disfigurement along the way. Maybe the scene was damaged, but you see."

I looked at the ground and said, "There are a few drops of blood here, a mixture of blood and water, obviously thinner than pure blood, and it probably came from the bathroom. Look! There is also a small feathery scrape on the ground."

Hesitating to speak, everyone looked at me together.

"Say!" Guo Jun said.

"Captain Guo, I don't know how to say it." I hesitated, unable to use words: "...I think, after the murderer killed someone, maybe, maybe something changed in his mind, and he went to the bathroom to find the broom and mop. Something like that, trying to clean up the scene?...”

Everyone looked at each other.

Tang Qing said at this time: "Could it be possible that I discovered it in a moment of conscience?"

"Very likely." Professor Zhong nodded and said, "Perhaps the murderer didn't want to get to the point of murder."

"Well, he lost control of his emotions. When he came to his senses, he had already killed his whole family. The murderer was at a loss, his mind was blank, and he was in a very chaotic state..." I followed their train of thought. guess.

"Bring the camera here." Professor Zhong demanded.

Guo Jun quickly took the camera, turned on the touch screen, and everyone gathered together to check the photos of the scene of the incident.

Sure enough, in the kitchen, a stout man was headshot and fell miserably under the cabinet.

There is a close-up, most of his face is shattered and out of shape.

In another close-up, there is yellow liquid left on the wall, mixed with sticky blood, which is human spinal fluid.

Professor Zhong flipped through the photos of Guo Jun and said, "The male owner was killed in the kitchen. His son was playing games in the back room, probably wearing earphones, and didn't realize the movement in the outer hall. At this time, the murderer had already gone to the inner room. living room, killed the hostess who was watching TV, and the sister who was visiting by the hostess. Go to the back two bedrooms, in the first bedroom, killed the two grandchildren of the host. In the second bedroom, Killed the host's parents and two elderly people. Finally turned back, broke in, and killed the host's son."

"But the host's son, the hostess, and the hostess' sister, the three of them struggled to get out of the room one after another, but because of their heavy injuries and blood loss, no one came to rescue them at night, or..." Tang Qing looked at the last room. photo, said.

"Did the three of them get stabbed by the murderer on the way to escape?" Another male student of Professor Zhong pointed to the photos, indicating that he wanted to look at the first few photos again.

This question is very critical, and it can directly judge the current mental state of the murderer.

"...I don't think so." I said.

The corner of Professor Zhong's mouth hooked slightly.

"Look at the four walls, the blood spots on the top..." I looked up, "Like a goddess scattering flowers!..."

"Yeah." Professor Zhong nodded: "It's very small, very light."

"It was blown by the electric fan." I continued: "The blood splashed on the running ceiling fan and was thrown out."

Guo Jun was startled: "Who turned off the ceiling fan?!"

"If I'm not mistaken, the murderer turned off the ceiling fan..." I said slowly.

"Why?" Professor Zhong asked, staring into my eyes, as if guiding.

"He killed someone, but he didn't leave in a hurry...I...I thought, the murderer was very confused? The ceiling fan was buzzing, and the lights and shadows were intertwined. He listened and watched, and he was very upset?..." I wasn't very confident. .

"Yes, I think the murderer has regained some of his humanity. No, not some, but many." Professor Zhong said solemnly.

For some reason, I imagined the blurred figure of the murderer in my mind. When he walked through the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, when he finally turned off the ceiling fan, did he turn his head for a second look.

Can he feel guilty?Blame yourself?Or let go?

"...Will the murderer commit suicide?!..." I looked at Professor Zhong.

Professor Zhong patted me.

"Captain Guo." Professor Zhong turned to Guo Jun: "The murderer is very likely to commit the crime for the first time. The extraction of fingerprints and suspicious blood samples at the scene is a lot of work. If the information database does not match, it can be put on hold temporarily. The current focus is to investigate males. The owner's relatives, friends, acquaintances and colleagues. Especially those who have had conflicts and disputes. Residents in the community should still be handed over to Instructor Tang. The investigation will continue, and the plan will remain unchanged. Since there are still many details to be confirmed and verified in this case, the encirclement remains the same. Can't relax."

"Yes." Captain Guo replied, turned around and assigned tasks.

"Come here." Professor Zhong took me aside, and said in front of Tang Qing and his three students, "Which school did you graduate from? Who taught criminal investigation?"

I look at Tang Qing.

Tang Qing replied: "Professor Zhong, this is from the Second Branch Bureau. He graduated from Pugao and just joined the job."

"Oh?" Professor Zhong probably saw that I was relatively young, but he didn't expect that I was already working.

"What position?" Professor Zhong looked at me.

"... Patroller, patrol officer." I said in a contemptuous manner, "Yes, I have only been on the job for two months, less than..."

After Professor Zhong finished listening, he looked at me again and said to Tang Qing, "Is Wang Xinghuai here?"

Tang Qing couldn't help but smiled and said, "Professor Zhong, you also know that Instructor Wang is motion sick. He was more dizzy than when you taught him."

When I heard it, this is the meeting with the patriarch? !

Professor Zhong snorted and said, "Go back and tell Wang Xinghuai, if Officer Huang wants to apply for the criminal police examination, I can write a letter of recommendation."

After speaking, Professor Zhong leaned on a cane, surrounded by students, returned to the scene and continued to work.

"Yes! Thank you Professor Zhong!" Tang Qing stood still and smiled.

"Thanks, thank you, Professor Zhong!" Tang Qing pressed my neck, and I only had time to bow to the back.

I found that Professor Zhong's right leg was limping badly.

At [-]:[-] that morning, it was less than twelve hours before the vicious burglary and homicide occurred.

In a small hotel facing the street in the east of the small town, a gunshot rang out.

When I heard it for the first time, some people thought it was the sound of starting machinery in the early morning on the construction site. Some people complained that the old man who stir-fried rice went to work too early.

When the special police entered, a man committed suicide in the simple hotel room.

A homemade soil gun of unknown origin was used.Between the gun handle and the bolt, layers of white tape are wrapped as a connection.

The man was wearing only a pair of boxer briefs and was well bathed before his death.

His suicide note is very long, and he doesn't complain much.

If he had to say what he complained about, he only mentioned one sentence.

…He bought a big house, a second car, his son got married, made a big fuss, and gave birth to a second child, why can’t he return the 6 yuan to me…

When the case was closed, all of us had already crossed the provincial border. Outside the car window, we could see the continuous low mountains on our way home.

In the next few days, I didn't want to talk, and what I looked at, my eyes seemed to be gray and blue.

If you stare at the blood red for too long, when you raise your eyes, blue will continue to flash.

This is nothing more than a simple physiological phenomenon called "complementary color".

It is the retina's compensation for color.

Cyan and red are complementary colors.

The red I saw that day was too dazzling and intense.

I don't know how the closing report will be written.

If it were me, I would probably be unable to fill in some cause and effect.

For example, paying back money owed.

Such as murder for life.

In a barren place, it is not very obvious in early autumn.

September came quietly.

The wind is getting colder.

The shock brought about by the massacre at the end of August is gradually dissipating from my body and mind.

At least, my vision returned to normal in a very short time without accident.

Time doesn't necessarily heal anything, it just hides everything deeper until we have no strength, not no memory...

Only that bloody house, I will never forget it.

Who said these words?

Oh... it's her.

During the time we were apart, did Cheng Luxue occasionally think of me?

There are still a little more than two weeks left for the special training, and it will end soon.

My life at the training base suddenly became easier.

The body has gradually adapted to various physical activities, although it is still not quite enough to keep up.Guns are getting better and better.

The attitude of the instructors and classmates towards me turned 180 degrees, and I actually became a celebrity in instructor Wang Xinghuai Wang's class. Every time he asked a question, he always asked me to stand up and answer.

From the full-time oil bottle, to the little transparency on the street, and now the rapid increase in exposure rate, I can't deny that I have begun to experience a small sense of accomplishment and belonging like a spring breeze.

Perhaps, I should take advantage of this small wind of life to call Cheng Luxue and get in touch with her a little bit?

It's a lie to say "proud in the workplace, frustrated in love".

My yellow kitten has been so unlucky all my life, so I can't have a double harvest? !

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