Not in reincarnation

Zhou Wenkang pursed his lips, threw Wen Qiming's information on the sofa, took the other four documents, and said, "Next, try again."

Zheng Jiang put Wen Qiming's hair aside and picked up another hair.After a moment of dullness, he said: "This woman seems to be a teacher by profession. She corrected the test paper too late and was killed on the way home."

"It's overtime again. It seems that overtime work is the origin of all evils." Zhou Wenkang said blankly.

Zheng Jiang silently looked at the doctor who had just escaped from the shadow of a week on duty.

Wenkang: "u●?"

Zheng Jiang: "..." The emoji that makes people laugh.

"What does the prisoner look like?" he asked.

"The murderer strangled her and then assaulted her. The victim was not in a good state of mind at the time, did not eat, and the scenery was overlapping." Zheng Jiang said.The teacher is really great. He fought so late, didn't eat, and hardly resisted. That's why the murderer succeeded so easily.

"The information says that the victim's blood sugar was found to be low, and he had a history of hypotension...only 24 years old, so young." Zhou Wenkang sighed, and gently placed her information on top of Wen Qiming's, "Continue .”

Zheng Jiang stroked another piece of hair, and said, "This person came out of a nightclub...does he go to the bar or just work there?"

"Unemployed people." Zhou Wenkang replied, "But I think they may work there, that's the kind of work, it's quite reasonable."

"Why do you say that?" Zheng Jiang still couldn't figure out her job from her short memory, how could Wen Kang be so sure?

"Well, she has a history of venereal disease treatment." Wen Kang said.

"..." Zheng Jiang was speechless for a while, and said, "She's drunk."

Wenkang looked at Zheng Jiang clearly and said, "Next."

"This person... is the librarian." What Zheng Jiang saw was the municipal library, and in front of him was the computer that manages borrowed books.

"...Jian Qi." He said.

Zheng Jiang looked up at him in astonishment, but he looked down at the document, as if the person who just spoke was not him.However, seeing his hands trembling slightly, Zheng Jiang could imagine the turmoil in his heart.He used to be his classmate, he was alive, he was always good, he loved reading, but now he is the soul of a serial murderer who violated and killed him.Zheng Jiang wanted to say something to comfort him, but he didn't know what to say. He felt that finding the murderer as soon as possible was the best way to avenge her.He scoured his memory carefully.

"... She was killed during the day!" He said in astonishment.

"Yeah." Wen Kang looked a little indifferent.

"I borrowed a book and read it in the park behind the library... At noon, many people were taking a lunch break, so no one was there, and it was very quiet. Suddenly I heard the rustling of the grass, and there was no wind, so I subconsciously went to see who it was I thought it was a colleague or a reader who likes to study here as much as myself, but before I saw the face, I passed out."

"The head was hit by a blunt instrument, and there were 13 head wounds. The murder weapon was found at the scene - two broken bricks with blood on it. The direct sharp weapon was not found." Wen Kang suppressed the trembling of his voice, and stated slowly.

"...The murderer was wearing a pink shirt, gray cropped trousers, and a watch on his right hand." Zheng Jiang said.

"Right-handed? Left-handed?" Wen Kang said a little excitedly.

"Maybe, most people wear their left hand." Zheng Jiang took a sip of water to moisten his throat, and after talking so much, he felt his throat was smoking.

"It's a pity that I didn't see the face." He said, putting the information away, "Next."

"Wait, there are only two bricks at the scene?" Zheng Jiang suddenly thought of something and asked.

Zhou Wenkang picked up the materials again, found the on-site report, and read: "The broken brick, the murderer used a lot of force. When the first brick hit the victim's head, it almost shattered on the spot. After the victim fainted, he used the broken brick again." He knocked the larger brick until it broke again, and then he knocked it with the second brick."

Zheng Jiang asked: "What else?"

"Does the victim's clothing count?" he asked.

"Where are the books?" Zheng Jiang asked.

Zhou Wenkang was stunned, desperately checked the information, and said frustratedly and excitedly: "No book was found at the scene!"

"Jian Qi was reading a book before she was murdered, but no book was found at the scene. Was that the first scene where Jian Qi's body was found?" Zheng Jiang asked.

"Yes." Zhou Wenkang grabbed the documents unconsciously, "The murderer took the book away? What kind of book is that?"

"Maybe there's something about the murderer's secret, that's why the murderer wants to take it away!" Zheng Jiang closed his eyes, recalling the appearance of the book, "...Selected Novels of Edgar Allan Poe."

"...Who is that?" Zhou Wenkang muttered, got up and went to his room to get his laptop.

Zheng Jiang put away his hair and picked up the last hair to feel the last memory.

Human life is short.

Human life is uncertain.

The length of a person's life is determined by health and luck.A healthy person's life is not necessarily long, he may encounter natural disasters and man-made disasters and collapse; an unhealthy person is short-lived, and if he can hold on to luck, his life will be extended intermittently.

There are too many unfortunate people in this world, and their experiences certainly deserve our sympathy.In fact, people cannot be resurrected after death. A kind person dies unjustly, and the murderer is brought to justice, which only soothes our throbbing hearts and suppresses our anxiety.

People who are good are bullied by others, and horses who are good are ridden by others.

To be kind, one needs to be cruel.The biological world implements the law of survival of the fittest. Under the condition of the jungle, only the strong can survive and are qualified to survive.

Without being strong enough, the edge cannot be revealed, otherwise it is not a sharp weapon for slaughter, but a laughing stock.Just like the blade hidden in the dark, it may be blunt in the sun, but it still emits a metallic light in the dark.

That is why people always say that darkness breeds evil, because the blade cannot see its appearance in the darkness, but relying on the suspicion of it in people's hearts, it can defeat others without fighting.

In a noisy nightclub, a young woman with half-long curly hair is slowly shaking a goblet. The light yellow liquid in it exudes a fruity fragrance that is still fresh in various perfumes and sweat smells. The salt on the rim of the cup is like Unmelted snow.

"You mean, someone is using our banner?" The pink lips were slightly parted, and the lazy voice was full of irritation.

"Miss, he has killed five people. (Senior, he has killed five people)" The hand wearing the black leather glove was also shaking a glass of cocktail.

"What's the reaction from the UK?"

"Nope."

"...Don't tell me it's just imitation."

"I don't know."

"...Do you want to tell him that we don't leave a mark?"

"..."

"Also, we are not interested in ooxx?"

"..."

"What, are you going to make do with it?"

"Nope."

"It seems you already know he's going to get involved."

"...Nope."

Ed Allan Poe, he gave Zheng Jiang a lot like Nietzsche, the philosopher who cried bitterly while hugging a whipped donkey.Edgar Allan Poe is a novelist, and his novels are quite intriguing. Zheng Jiang looked up his works, only to find that he had read some of them, but he didn't pay attention to the author at that time.

Edgar Allan Poe's Gothic short story "Ligeia" kept him coming back.

Zheng Jiang stayed in one place, the computer screen was on, and he used the mouse to highlight the search results back and forth.

"Black Cat".

He also thought of the fragmented novel, which had a description of the heroine’s cat: “During the day, I lay sick on the sofa and dozed off, and at night, I walked or jumped around the room restlessly, and from time to time I would cry out. Screaming screams." In Edgar Allan Poe's "The Black Cat", the protagonist changed his mind due to alcoholism, tortured and killed cats, and even killed his wife, and was finally exposed by the cat he adopted. .

Could this be some kind of hint?Since the two novels have in common the mention of the weird cat, we might as well make a bold guess—the murderer, like the protagonist in "Black Cat", has changed his mind for some reason?

A more shallow guess is that the murderer's target is probably the person who has borrowed the novel, because the murderer feels that this novel has told others his secret.The murderer may have imagined that everyone who read the book would know his secret, so he violated the people who borrowed the book to vent his anger, then killed them, and then took the book.If possible, the deceased had all borrowed this book, and then the book they borrowed was either returned or taken away by the murderer.

He took the mobile phone next to the notebook, found Mi Liu's number and dialed it.Not long after the call was connected.

"Zheng Jiang?"

"Well, I seem to know something." Zheng Jiang clutched his phone and licked his lower lip, "You can find the records of borrowing books in the municipal library, the collection of Edgar Allan Poe's novels."

Mi Liu was silent for a while, and then replied: "Yes."

Although he was a little curious about her strange hesitation, Zheng Jiang still didn't ask any questions, but said: "In Edgar Allan Poe's novel, there is a book called "The Black Cat", which mentions weird things just like the fragmented novel we read. I was thinking, could it be that the murderer is the same as in "Black Cat", because of some accidents, he changed his mind and became bloodthirsty?"

"Does this exist in the fragmented novel?" Mi Liu asked.

Zheng Jiang was taken aback for a moment—really not.

However, in the remaining novels, the investigators discovered a novel related to the mark of the rose on the body of the deceased.mark?But the imprint of this serial murder case is a spider!

What do spiders have to do with Edgar Allan Poe's novels?Zheng Jiang looked at the list of his works, and found no obvious titles about spiders.

Mi Liu hesitated and said, "Actually, what you said makes sense..."

"That's just my guess..."

"It's very bold, but there is no evidence. You probably don't know..." Mi Liu paused, "The symbol of a killer organization in the world is a spider."

"...They did it?" Zheng Jiang took a tight breath, feeling a little scared.

"I have very little information available on my side, but I don't think it should be them." Mi Liu said.

"why?"

"Because these dead are very ordinary people and have no special enemies. This is a well-known international assassin organization. Killing people requires money. Who would hire them at a high price to kill ordinary people?" Mi Liu analyzed.

Zheng Jiang asked: "How long has this organization existed? I don't know."

"Hmm... It was there during World War II, but it might have been earlier." Mi Liu thought for a while.

"World War II?" Zheng Jiang was surprised. The survival of this organization is too strong, probably no less than that of the mafia family.But he really never heard of it. After World War II, he spent some time abroad.He feels that he has a wide range of information, and it seems that it is nothing more than that.

"Yes, there have been many siege campaigns organized internationally, all of which ended in failure, and the losses were heavy. According to information, almost no one on the other side was injured, and probably an entire regiment was wiped out." Mi Liu looked very indifferent. say.

"Then you said...could it be an experiment when changing people?" Zheng Jiang couldn't help but say it when he thought of the content in the TV series.

"..." Mi Liu over there was taken aback for a moment, then laughed loudly, "How is this possible!"

"...No." She said again, "Not necessarily. Few of these strange organizations have no quirks, maybe they are tasks assigned to newcomers in order to replace them."

"Since that's the case, should I still care?" Zheng Jiang felt itchy in his heart, but strangely, there was a trace of pain, and he was a little out of breath. He attributed it to nervousness.

"Don't worry." Mi Liu said seriously, "Although your inference is very reasonable, I think it's only possible, and the realization rate is very small."

Zheng Jiang was puzzled: "Why do you say that?"

"Because the current information shows that this organization does not commit serial crimes. There should be at least some principles. The discipline of international organizations is very strict and special..." Mi Liu said.

"You know it too clearly." Zheng Jiang couldn't help admiring.

"Actually..." Mi Liu sighed, and said in a cold voice, "My computer in the office has been hacked and controlled. When I was talking to you, Word opened on the screen, and slowly Typed the words."

Zheng Jiang held the phone tightly, sweating slightly, and asked, "What are you talking about?"

"'The murderer is a failure, he kills indiscriminately, he deserves to die, but we will not deal with it, we have our own principles. We believe in your strength.' Then the signature is a spider mark.... No, this A spider...has 10 legs?" Mi Liu's voice was raised, and she was also puzzled.

"How many legs does the spider mark left by the murderer have?" Zheng Jiang asked.

Mi Liu muttered: "Eight, just eight... This 8-legged spider still has words on its abdomen... Well, Ⅷ."

"8?" Zheng Jiang repeated, "Why 8? Reminds me of the 8-legged spider you just mentioned."

"This should be the serial number, right? Don't worry, I'm stuck in this organization, and people say it's none of their business! I'll check the library list first, bye!" Mi Liu hung up before he could reply. , Zheng Jiang swallowed his saliva. Although he didn't know what the "organization" was like, he also had a feeling in his heart that forced him to suppress the doubts he should have had and believe them.

Zheng Jiang thought of their behavior, occupying and controlling Miliu's computer, which requires very high technology.Mi Liu's computer was in the office, and there was a special and strong firewall, and they managed to break through it easily.And they might have bugged Mi Liu's office to spy on her.

There is one doubtful point, why are they monitoring Mi Liu?It seemed that they knew that Mi Liu had left the case-handling organization and conducted a more in-depth investigation in private.

What does "failure" mean?

Zheng Jiang entered these doubts into the computer and stored them in the document.There are too many things he doesn't know, and his curiosity is getting heavier and heavier, and he wants to go out and have a look.But when he thought about what he had encountered a while ago, he was frightened again.

In this way, I hesitated, and the day passed quickly.

Due to advanced technology and computer registration in the library, it is very convenient to check the lending information of books.Even so, I still encountered some small troubles, that is because the book was lost and there was no barcode, it still took a little effort.By looking up the book borrowing records on the day Jian Qi was killed, he quickly found the barcode of the book.

With the barcode, all loan records of the book are called up.Sure enough, there were names of Wen Qiming (staff), Yu Meijie (teacher), Wu Shulin (unemployed) and the fifth victim Sun Xiumei (staff).

Apart from them, there were three other people who had borrowed the book within a year. Mi Liu sent their information and names, and soon they checked and only two people remained.

Hu Heshan, an old man who is nearly seventy years old, is exactly the object of their exclusion.Although it was considered that a relative might be responsible for the crime, the old man had only one daughter, and her daughter and son-in-law were both out of town, and other relatives were quickly ruled out.

Zhang Houde, 30 years old, is the manager of a supermarket, left-handed.

He Xinfang, 20 years old, is studying at a local public undergraduate university and is also left-handed.