Not in reincarnation

"Our station reports that the serial murderer who has caused five deaths is still on the run. He is about 170 to 180 centimeters tall, male, with a thin build,... The murderer's method is extreme. He killed the victim and dismembered him. Found the relationship between the five victims... If there are witnesses, please contact the nearby Public Security Bureau..."

Zhou Wenkang took the remote control from Zheng Jiang's hand without saying a word, chose a station, and then the TV screen replaced the serious hostess and turned it into all kinds of playful sheep...

Zheng Jiang stared at Lan Yangyang closely, he likes Lan Yangyang.

"Miliu hasn't returned for a week." Zhou Wenkang sat beside Zheng Jiang, watching TV with a sad face.

Zheng Jiang kept his eyes on the TV and asked, "Didn't you send me a change of clothes?"

"That murderer is really terrifying." Wen Kang ignored him, and said to himself, "He cut off the breasts of women and the private parts of men, and both men and women showed signs of being violated."

Zheng Jiang gave a absent-minded "hmm".

"I have a classmate who is a forensic doctor who examines those corpses." Zhou Wenkang took off his glasses and wiped them slowly. "He found that there was a mark on the remains of the limbs."

"I'll definitely be back—!"

"Hahaha!"

"..."

"..."

"...Turn off the TV! My TV! My Pleasant Goat! Huh..."

"……listen to me."

Zheng Jiang hugged the pillow on the sofa, grabbed the edge of the pillow, Zhou Wenkang put his glasses back on, stared at the pitch-black TV screen and said slowly: "I was thinking, is it killing people indiscriminately?"

Zheng Jiang raised his head, glanced at his profile, and lowered his head with a cold snort.

"By the way, the victim has a mark on his body... What I just said is a spider mark." Zhou Wenkang said.

Zheng Jiang felt a little itchy in his ears, so he got up to look for a cotton swab, and said, "Why do I feel that this sounds familiar?"

"Familiar? Have you experienced it?" Wen Kang's voice seemed to be a little louder from behind.

"No." Zheng Jiang found a cotton swab, sat back and licked his ears, "I just think--sexual assault, murder, imprint, these three keywords are swaying in my mind, I seem to have seen or heard it somewhere... Is it a novel?"

Zhou Wenkang's expression became serious: "Imitation killing?"

"...Ah." Zheng Jiang responded indifferently, neither affirming nor denying.

"Then do you remember the murderer?" Wen Kang asked.

Zheng Jiang looked at him blankly and said, "What murderer? The one I saw? I really can't remember it, I just think the plot is a bit similar."

Zhou Wenkang frowned, apparently dissatisfied with his answer.

"You seem to care about this very much." Zheng Jiang said curiously.

"Yeah." He took off his glasses again and wiped them absently, "One of the victims is my classmate."

classmate?

"Is it a man or a woman?" Zheng Jiang asked.

"Female, her name is Jian Qi." He said.

Zheng Jiang felt that the word "classmate" was spinning in his mind again, and asked casually, "In the same class?"

"No." He looked up in surprise, "She often reads in the library, she is quite famous, she is only at the same level as me...Why do you ask that?"

"Well, I think the word 'classmate'..." Zheng Jiang scratched his head.

Zheng Jiang's words were interrupted by the ringing of the phone, and Wen Kang and him looked at each other before answering the phone.

"Hey?"

"Wenkang..."

Zhou Wenkang looked at the ID card and said to him, "It's Mi Liu." So he pressed the speakerphone so that Zheng Jiang could hear it too.

Mi Liu's voice was tired but excited: "I think this case looks familiar..."

Zheng Jiang looked at Zhou Wenkang, and he also looked at himself.

"I've read a fragmented novel before, which is very similar to this one."

"Zheng Jiang also said so." Wen Kang said.

There was a moment of silence, and said, "That's a campus ghost story."

In exchange for silence, Zhou Wenkang asked after a while, "Do you mean that the murderer is a ghost?" He glanced at Zheng Jiang from the corner of his eyes.

"I don't know...it's a fragmented novel with no ending." Mi Liu's voice was even more weary, making one feel that she was drowsy.

If it is really a copycat killing, then the case seems to be easier to solve.In fact, they think that this case has something to do with that novel, which is just their speculation.But both Zheng Jiang and Mi Liu thought of the same thing through those key words, and this seems to be some kind of opportunity somewhere.

"Zheng Jiang, ah no, Wenkang, please send me some clothes." Mi Liu said over there, "It's been raining these days, so I can't do life and death. You can take my half-dry and half-wet clothes back to wash , Blow it with a hair dryer. If it keeps stuffy like this, it will turn rotten."

Zheng Jiang knew that Mi Liu didn't dare to let him go out, so he gestured to Zhou Wenkang, indicating that he was going to get his clothes.

Wenkang told Zheng Jiang to wait, then asked her, "What else do you want besides clothes?"

"Hmm..." The other side hesitated for a moment, "Buying a catty of fruit, I have sprouted acne."

"Oh."

Mi Liu said, "No apples! What fruits are there this season?"

Wen Kang said: "I saw someone selling small tomatoes on the way home from get off work."

"That's good." Then he hung up the phone.

Zheng Jiang said to him: "Would you like to buy fruit?"

"I'll go." Wenkang put the phone away, "Go get some clothes, do you still have a suitcase?"

Zheng Jiang asked suspiciously: "Suitcase? Just bring some underwear?"

Wenkang raised his eyebrows: "Do you want her to wear underwear?"

Zheng Jiang was stunned, only to realize that just now Mi Liu complained about not drying his clothes, so he thought everyone was killed.

So he went to find the suitcase.

Not long after Zhou Wenkang left, it was only a few ten minutes' drive from the Public Security Bureau where Miliu worked. When he came back, he brought a paper bag to Zheng Jiang.

"You can't go out. The Public Security Bureau's identity check is also very fast, otherwise you will be able to identify the corpse as before." Wen Kang turned on the water hose, wet his hands, applied hand sanitizer, and rubbed them carefully.

As a doctor, his hands are mostly used for holding pens and knives, so they look fair, but the protruding veins on them show that he is indeed a person who relies on his hands for food.

Zheng Jiang opened the paper bag, and there were five hairs of different lengths inside. Looking closely, the hairs were slightly different in color and diameter.Hair grows on the head, close to the brain, and can also store some memories, limited to the period from when the hair grows to when it falls.

"She took the victim's information, you go through them one by one, and I will respond." Wenkang pointed to the door with his chin, and told Zheng Jiang to wait in the living room.

Zheng Jiang folded the paper bag and said, "You wash it, I'll throw those clothes into the washing machine first."

Mi Liu's dirty clothes filled a big bag. Zheng Jiang turned on the washing machine and poured it in, filling [-]% of it.Zheng Jiang took a spoonful of washing powder and sprinkled it on. After selecting the mode, he closed the lid.Listening to the sound of the washing machine running water, Wenkang was also washing his hands with water.After flushing almost, he wiped it with a towel and said, "Let's go to the living room."

Zheng Jiang followed Zhou Wenkang. When he went out, Zheng Jiang made radish seedling tea, and he was defeated.Zheng Jiang poured him a cup while he was flipping through the documents.He got the information and asked Zheng Jiang to start. Zheng Jiang opened the paper bag, took a hair, and stroked it gently with his fingers.

Memories poured into his mind like a flood, and Zheng Jiang closed his eyes to feel the sprint.

"I see..." he began.

"Morning...well, the alarm clock at eight o'clock, the room is not big, single bed, the fan has been turned on all night, and it is still buzzing. I have to go to work again, today is Thursday, and I have to bear it for two days before I can take a vacation... The file can't Forget, I was on a rush last night."

"It seems that this is the third victim, Wen Qiming, an employee of xx company, an office worker." Wen Kang interrupted Zheng Jiang, "This is the only male victim. Please recall the process of his victimization."

Zheng Jiang swallowed his saliva, and said slowly: "When I came home from work, I was left late by the leader, and I had to make another report. I was so hungry that I bought noodles with fried sauce at a noodle shop on the road and fried a plate of vegetables , Green vegetables are more expensive than noodles, I ate 20 yuan... There is a traffic jam on the street, so late? I heard that there was a car accident ahead, and the traffic police were directing the traffic.

"There is a small road, you can go there. I walked it a long time ago, and it was still daytime. It's already night now, so I don't know if I can go out. I was in a hurry to go home, and I was sweating from the heat. I found someone following me halfway. Probably returning home. People at home, there are people living here, and there are residential houses nearby, or did they have to leave because of the traffic jam?

"Thinking like this, I saw the shadow of that person. Just after passing the streetlight, the shadow of that head was at my feet, and then moved up quickly. Then... that shadow seemed to be holding something—it was a knife!" When Zheng Jiang yelled out, Wenkang was startled, and he was also startled.

Memory substitution can easily affect Zheng Jiang's emotions, not to mention that those things are really clearly displayed in front of him.

"Sudden pain in the lower back. I looked down and saw that the tip of the knife had penetrated the body. Murder? Robbery? Give you the money, can you let me go? Then I was pressed to the ground, and my forehead hit the ground. I felt a burning pain behind me. As soon as it was cold, the pants were ripped off. Isn’t it enough to take the money? Didn’t hide the money in the underwear.”

Zheng Jiang looked at Wenkang in panic. He seemed to know what happened next, so he didn't ask him to recall that part, but asked, "Did you see that person's face?"

"...only shadows."