Rebirth of the Double-faced Superstar

Ye Guizhou in the endorsement photo smiled lightly, but in Fu Xindong's eyes, the kind smile in the eyes of others seemed to him to be melancholy instead of indifference.

Fu Xindong looked at the dead on the ground, his already stiff right hand stretched out in the pool of blood towards the drink box leaning against the wall, as if he felt a hunger and thirst more terrible than death before he died.

"Boss, the forensic doctor's judgment on the time of death was around eleven o'clock last night. It is understood that there are three small supermarkets in this community, and they are usually closed at that time. Only the store run by this father and son has always been closed. Late, usually open until around eleven o’clock.”

"Is there no one else in their family?" Fu Xindong glanced at the lower body of the deceased. The blood there had dried up and turned black, but the incomplete wounds could still be seen.

Lin Fan shook his head, "Just the father and son, the old man raised his son alone after he lost his wife in middle age, and the son is almost in his forties, but he has never been able to be called a wife. The two of them will live in this small shop. Tonight Residents of the community who got up early to get milk discovered the scene and reported it."

"Fuck! Both father and son dare to attack at home at the same time, it seems that he is addicted to killing."

Fu Xindong's voice was not high, but Lin Fan heard it clearly. He nodded, "I feel that the time interval between this guy's shots seems to be getting shorter and shorter. .”

Fu Xindong snorted coldly, "He has an orgasm, and we haven't found pleasure yet."

The technicians are still carefully searching for all possible clues of problems, but any fingerprints, footprints, saliva, blood, hair, even fibers, cigarette butts, etc. All the evidence left by the murderer is still the same as the scene of the previous two cases. No suspicious traces were to be found.

"He's getting better and better, and I guess there won't be anything left in the camera. I just checked and there are a lot of blind spots in this place. I guess he should have stepped on the plate a long time ago." Fu Xindong suddenly stopped, "Take The monitoring of this community and the previous two communities will be adjusted together, and a comparison will be made tomorrow."

Lin Fan nodded, and quickly took notes on the scene, "By the way, boss, the lady I contacted the day the Rattered King was killed last time has never been found, and she has never returned to the original rented house, and the phone has been shut down. The data shows that the phone card is still in Beijing, and I am doing my best to find her whereabouts, don't worry."

Fu Xindong narrowed his eyes and smiled, "I can't see you looking for Miss before, is it so hard?"

Lin Fan rolled his eyes at him, weighed the bottle of mineral water in his hand, "Those gangsters are as loose as old godmothers, I can't be hard for nothing!" He looked down at Ye Guizhou on the water bottle He squeezed his eyes at Fu Xindong, "Boss, you said that a man is so good-looking that men can react when he sees it, isn't he a bit too handsome!"

Fu Xindong glanced at Lin Fan in surprise, who was rubbing Ye Guizhou's face in the picture with his fingers with great interest.

He seemed to "hum" without any emotion, ignored Lin Fan's words, and continued to look around the room, but in his mind, a face almost identical to the man on the mineral water bottle appeared involuntarily.

That face is so handsome that I have to use a session of calisthenics every morning to calm my body's desire for him.

Hold!The guy lying on the ground has had his J8 cut off except for the root, what the hell is he thinking about with J8!

On the way back to the bureau, Lin Fan got into Fu Xindong's own car instead of his colleagues in the bureau.

The two puffed and smoked together with the windows open.

"Dalin, have you found any connection between the scenes of these three cases?"

Fu Xindong exhaled a puff of smoke and asked quietly.

"nothing now."

Lin Fan answered straightforwardly.

"Bad review!" Fu Xindong glanced at him, "From the old political commissar's house to the dilapidated Wang's house to the small supermarket, each straight-line distance does not exceed 1000 meters."

Lin Fan glanced at him curiously, but didn't make a sound.

Fu Xindong took another deep puff of his cigarette, "What do you look at, do you think 1000 meters is quite far? You have to know, we are not in any small county or big village, this is in the north of Beijing! More than 2000 million people , In a land boundary of more than 6000 square kilometers, that 1000 meters is about the same as the front and back yards of the countryside."

Lin Fan nodded vigorously, "I understand what you mean. If these three cases are placed in a smaller space, it will be like a murderer attacking three neighbors one after another."

"That's right, after this analogy, the murderer's criminal route does not exist in isolation, it's like drawing a circle, and there are already some connected parts. I have repeatedly thought that the murderer will choose the target of the murder in this way, it should be the same as this The area has a very close connection, and these victims should have had an intersection with him, and because of some common behaviors in the intersection, they hurt or stimulated the murderer, triggering his murderous intention."

Fu Xindong looked out the window, and the rain had stopped. He suddenly thought of Ye Guizhou he saw when he first came to the gate of the community, and his heart skipped a beat for no reason.

"Boss, according to your analysis, the murderer should live in this area or once lived here, and had an unpleasant encounter with the victim. So, what kind of intersection can make the murderer hate the victim so much? If you want to kill people, do you want to mutilate the corpses one by one?"

Lin Fan paused for a moment, and then said, "Also, there doesn't seem to be much pattern to be found in the identities of the four victims, except that they were all men, widowers or bachelors."

Fu Xindong turned the steering wheel to avoid a big puddle, "Isn't this a rule? I think this is a very important rule in itself. Single men, no matter how old or young, will at least have sexual needs. You will know it when you read the Bad King, he was still playing with women before he died. Although this is not necessarily related to the murder case, we must not forget the very important point, that is, the murderer cut off the genitals of every victim. At this point, I have always felt that this case should have something to do with sex.”

Lin Fan's eyes flickered, "I also have an idea, is it possible that the murderer is a relatively high-intensity yin fetish, taking the genitals of the deceased as the greatest pleasure, and if he is not a woman, he should be a homosexual first But boss, when you emphasized that these people are all single, did you forget the old political commissar, he has always been single. "

Fu Xindong frowned, and said "Mmm", the car splashed a series of water splashes in the puddles on the ground.

Yes, it's not that he doesn't know, but in every sleepless night, among the many assumptions and inferences he pondered over, some things seem to be unworkable when it comes to the old political commissar.

The two of them were busy in the bureau for a while, sorting out some basic information at hand.

The occurrence of the third case is undoubtedly a frost on the snow for the entire Jingbei Municipal Bureau, under the premise that the first two cases have no clue.

Fu Xindong has already received a call from Su Jun, the captain of the brigade, and the director will come to attend their case analysis meeting in person tomorrow.

Fu Xindong heard a trace of nervousness and slight complaints in Su Jun's tone. He didn't say much, but hung up Su Jun's phone in a slightly unceremonious manner on the grounds that he was busy preparing for analysis.

Lin Fan on the side looked at his silent face and shook his head slightly.

Su Jun is the captain of the Criminal Investigation Brigade, and Fu Xindong is the deputy captain.However, in the Jingbei police circle, it was Fu Xindong who was dubbed the black-faced detective privately by everyone, and Fu Xindong was the first to be remembered by the leaders when there were major cases.

But his age and qualifications are much thicker than Fu Xindong's. Within the system, his qualifications are ranked ahead of Fu Xindong's position, and there seems to be nothing incomprehensible.

However, since the old political commissar tried his best to push the young Fu Xindong to the position of deputy captain, there began to be an undercurrent between the two of them that Fu Xindong didn't want to see.

Lin Fan, who is an iron buddy, of course knows where Fu Xindong's dissatisfaction with the Su brigade comes from. This emotion has nothing to do with the difference in the positions and abilities of the two people, but in the case of the old political commissar.

From the moment the case was discovered, the Soviet army almost stayed behind like an invisible man, and completely pushed the investigation of the case to Fu Xindong.

On the night when he came back from Huangshan for an overnight meeting, Su Jun said to him calmly, "It's your master's business, you should do your best!"

fuck it!After hanging up the phone, Fu Xindong cursed fiercely in his heart.

His already dull mood became even more irritable after receiving this call.

"Let's go! Look at your dark face, I can't stand it anymore." Lin Fan passed a cigarette over.

"Ye Guizhou's face is pale, but it's a pity you can't touch it." Fu Xindong gave him a gloomy look.

"Fuck, I'm straight, you can have fun, don't think I'm so nice!" Lin Fan's face seemed to be slightly flushed.

Fu Xindong picked up the car keys, and reached out to turn off the lights in the office, "You just pretend to be like me! Don't be like the fucking Soviet army, do you really think that I, the deputy captain, got hired by connections? I'm not blind! "

Lin Fanhe didn't seem to hold the cigarette in his hand, and it fell to the ground with a "snap".

Fu Xindong glared at him, his heart moved, and he stretched out his foot to extinguish Lin Fan's cigarette butt that fell to the ground.

The car was speeding on the way home, looking at the street lamps on the side of the road that kept receding, some chaotic images slowly emerged in Fu Xindong's mind.

There are the bloody private parts of the father and son at the scene of the crime, and there is also a mineral water box with Ye Guizhou's photo on the wall of the small supermarket.There was the voice of the Soviet army using an official accent to annoy me, and there was also the scene where Lin Fan suddenly blushed when he made fun of Ye Guizhou.

This last scene made Fu Xindong's mouth inexplicably smile. Does this tall, strong and handsome junior police officer really like men as much as himself?

Fu Xindong shook his head vigorously. Even if the probability of being gay in this world is indeed very high, it is not a coincidence that he and his most capable assistant will all be like-minded.

The car stopped at the intersection of red lights, Fu Xindong casually looked towards the side of the road, the scenery on the side of the road made him scratch his head in surprise, this section of road was not the only way he would drive back and forth every day, it seemed a little strange, but the corner of his mouth The smile didn't deceive him, he knew that he had unknowingly driven the car to the intersection not far from Luoxi's apartment.

The car slowly stopped downstairs of Luoxi's apartment. Fu Xindong lit a cigarette, rolled down the car window, and looked at a certain window upstairs.

Cigarette butts dropped one after another on the ground.

Finally, he turned on the phone and dialed the number marked "Luo".

"have you slept?"

"not yet."

"I just passed by your house, and I was buying cigarettes downstairs."

"Oh... I just made a pot of coffee, want to try my handiwork, Uncle Policeman."

"think."

The author has something to say: how many leaves can be moved in spring, how many branches can be shaken by dawn.Whether there is lovesickness or not, there should be no time to dance.