withered color

[Atypical criminal investigation, emotional flow, please read carefully when talking about demining]

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January 1, Liangcheng, New Year's Eve, 27:23 p.m.

Countless police cars parked in front of an abandoned factory, the piercing sirens and flashing lights of police cars forcefully tore open an incompatible and infiltrating crack in the festive night of New Year's Eve.

Just now at the dinner table, the old criminal police officer Xiang Lian, holding his wife in his left hand and his child in his right hand, was holding a cigarette in his face full of resentment. The gates of the abandoned factory blew irritably.

"What's wrong." He muttered in a low voice, "No one can have a good time on New Year's Eve."

"No way, after all, someone called the police."

The young detective next to him was flushed with cold, picked up the document in his hand again, and reported seriously: "Just found out, the deceased is a dance teacher from a training institution nearby, named Fang Yun, 29 years old She disappeared on the way home from work a week ago, and her husband reported it to the police, but he couldn't find it after searching for a week."

Hearing this, Xiang Xuan twitched his brows, sighed with a gloomy face, and said, "Then her husband has had an unforgettable year."

After he sighed, he swayed crookedly into nothingness in the cold winter.

Then, Xiang Xuan yawned and asked, "Has Zhong Tang come yet?"

The criminal policeman replied: "No, Mr. Zhong's home is in another county, and he said he won't be here until three o'clock...he kept swearing at people on the phone."

"It's miserable."

Xiang Xuan made a brief comment on Mr. Zhong Tang, the psychological consultant of the police force, and then said "work, work" twice, stepped forward, opened the cordon and got in.

The criminal police hurriedly followed, but when he crossed the cordon, he accidentally stepped on the ice that formed on the ground, and immediately staggered and fell to the ground.

The criminal policeman quickly got up, brushed off the dirt on his body, and followed Xiang Xuan.

Xiang Xuan walked straight in and entered the large abandoned factory.

After walking in, an indescribable strange smell hits the face.

The old detective Xiang Xuan had long been used to it, so he walked in without blinking his eyes.

This abandoned factory has been abandoned for a long time, and the building has long been empty, and the interior is empty.

In the middle of the factory, several criminal police officers and people from the forensics department were gathering together to study the female corpse on the ground.

Xiang Xuan walked over.

This is a very strange murder scene.There are white roses everywhere in the factory, the fragrance is mixed with blood, and the unique smell of rust in the abandoned factory has become an inexplicable smell that can be said to be fishy or fragrant.

In the center of the factory was a table that was moved from nowhere. On the table was an iron pipe with a hollow center, surrounded by a circle of white roses, which covered it well.

The female corpse was "inserted" there just now.A sharp iron pipe pierced through her body, and then inserted into the hollow iron pipe, fixing her there—like fixing a doll or wax figure that cannot stand on its own.

Xiang Xuan stepped forward.The female corpse has been put down, lying flat on the ground, still maintaining the appearance of death.

She was wearing a gorgeous white swan tutu, her makeup was as delicate as a doll, her eyes were closed peacefully, she was holding a white rose inserted into her heart in her hands, her insteps were tensed, her head was lowered slightly, and she was looking at this The rose that killed her, with a beautiful smile that was stiff and penetrating at the corner of her mouth.

Like dancing, or a curtain call.

The blood gushing from her chest stained the ball gown and the stems of the roses, and the large white roses under her were also covered with red blood for no reason, and they dyed these white roses a blood-red red Rose.

The woman's death was so beautiful and detailed that everything on the scene looked like a strange and peaceful painting.

"It's fucking infiltrating."

Xiang Xuan couldn't help cursing, then turned to ask the criminal policeman, "I remember, the prisoner himself called the police?"

The criminal police quickly reported and replied: "Yes, I used a voice changer, and my way of speaking was very strange, and I admitted it on the phone. I am sure that the prisoner came to recommend himself. Now I am checking the line. According to the operator's statement, the prisoner also said on the phone that he would meet. There's a next target, clues and information that's been left on the scene and it's up to us to do it ourselves."

"Fuck fucking, this is a bad thing." He snorted and said, "That clue, find it--"

Xiang Xuan responded.Then, he suddenly noticed something, stopped in the middle of speaking, couldn't help but let out a "Huh?", and turned his head to look around.

After seeing it, he realized something was wrong, and asked, "Where's Xu Liangyun? Didn't he come in earlier?"

"As for Captain Xu, his face changed after seeing the photo, and he drove away, saying to go to the deceased's house to have a look." The criminal policeman said, "It should be that he found some clues, just look at the photo and you can see it." Leading out clues—as expected of Team Xu, my idol.”

At the end of the criminal policeman's speech, he couldn't help giving a thumbs up to show his admiration for the criminal police captain Xu Liangyun.

"Clues? Photos?"

Xiang Xuan turned his head and asked, "Did you find it? Is it the photo of the next target?"

"Well, look at this."

The forensic staff squatting on the ground suddenly spoke.When Xiang Xuan turned around to look, the people from the forensics department showed Xiang Xuan a photo in a transparent bag: "This photo was just inserted on the rose held by the dead woman's hand, and it was directly taken The flower stalk was inserted, and after we unloaded it and put it in a bag, we showed it to Captain Xu, who took a look and then ran away.”

Xiang Xuan leaned forward, narrowed his eyes, and blinked again.

In this photo, it is a person.

But it is a pity that this photo was originally inserted on a flower stem.Therefore, an ugly big hole was poked in the face of the photo, and the surrounding circle was splattered with blood. Only the hairstyle and figure of the person in the photo can be vaguely seen, as well as the movement towards the camera.

This is a very thin man, wearing a loose sweater, the exposed arm is as white as the moonlight at night, and a pair of black gloves that are incompatible with the style of dressing.

He moves unnaturally, looks like there's a person next to him, or maybe the photo was cropped from a double photo—anything is possible.

Xiang Xuan looked a little confused, and really couldn't figure out why the surname Xu turned his head and ran away after seeing something in this photo, he didn't even have a fucking face.Moreover, this person is really too thin, and he is a bit indistinguishable from male and female just by looking at his figure.

It's hard to tell if it's a man or a woman, but Xu Liangyun's eyes are so sharp?

Xiang Xuan frowned, stretched out his hand, and took the bag containing the photo.

"What the hell is this?" Xiang Xuan said, "It is said to be the next target, but there is no face? Is he just provoking?"

The criminal police poked his head behind him and blinked: "I don't know."

At the same time, a family in a certain community four or five streets away.

Xu Liangyun stretched out his hand and picked up a photo frame on the bookshelf.In this photo, a woman who died in an abandoned factory stands with a young man, looking at the camera, and smiling brightly. Even so, in fact, only a woman is smiling brightly.

The young man in the photo didn't have any smiles, only a forced smile that was pulled out by force.

The young man had a wolf's tail, and the specially styled curly hair didn't seem to be taken care of very well. It was messy and curled like instant noodles, but he couldn't help but look good.

He was really good-looking, with cold white skin, phoenix eyes, and slender eyebrows, which were so deep that they were a little dark, as if he had been salvaged from the abyss after the rest of his life in a catastrophe.

With such a face, no matter what expression he made, he would look cold and unkind, but he smiled too reluctantly in this photo, which made the unkind look haggard and pitiful.

The young man's hairstyle and figure, as well as his movements in the photo, are completely consistent with those of the person left in the photo at the scene, and even the clothes he wears are exactly the same—there is no doubt that the photo at the scene is derived from this double photo. Cut out and reprocessed.

The young man in this photo is the owner of the photo whose face was stabbed off at the scene, and is the murderer's next target.

Xu Liangyun was against the light, half of his face was immersed in the darkness.

After a while, he picked up the cigarette in his mouth, raised his head, and slowly exhaled a puff of cigarette from his mouth.

The smoke drifted in the air, like a broken past.