Young detective case book

"Remember, children, the most dangerous place is often the safest place.

By the same token, the most dangerous moment is precisely the safest moment.

Who would have thought that when the police were investigating the crime scene, someone would dare to break in illegally?

So, your plan is bound to succeed.

As long as you believe that you will not be found, you will not be found.

As long as you believe that you will succeed, you will succeed. "My mother whispered in my ear.

Yes, I believe that I will succeed.

The old tree beside him, whose leaves have almost fallen off, stretched out its corpse-like taupe arms and yellowed fingers, and stretched straight towards the gray sky.

I limp and walk towards my goal.The shoes made the sound of splashing water stains when they came into contact with the floating gravel.

Don't worry, the sound is completely lost in the louder sound of falling rain.

Walking through these withered and withered trees is like walking in a barren and dead cemetery, with no birds and insects, nothing.

As if I was the only living creature left in the world, I felt genuinely reassured and excited.

Through the gaps between the branches of the trees, I looked at the quaint small building, which stood gracefully in the field of vision.

After being washed by rain for several hours, the color is very bright.

In the kitchen on the first floor, there were many people.

As I expected, the police and people from Su's family gathered there.

Passing through the path between the trees and the lawn dotted with shrubs, the eyes suddenly become clear, and there is an open space covered with bluestone slabs. In the center of the open space is the small building in the target.

I speeded up—well, not much faster because of my health.

Like many single-family buildings, it also has an external staircase, which is on the left side of the building.

I limped to the stairs, stopped, stretched my neck and took a look in front of the building, and I saw a police car parked there.

The police lights were flashing silently, and the blue-red light beams dragged in the rain and fog, appearing blurred and long.

The car was empty, no one was there.

He moved his stiff limbs and took a deep breath for a while.

I know that the next trip will be dangerous.

From the kitchen window, I could clearly see a flight of stairs between the first and second floors, and if I was halfway there and someone happened to glance out the window, I would be spotted.

What I want to bet on is my luck and Ou Yuchen's.

Fifteen years ago, the god of fate sided with Ou Yuchen, so Xixi died.

Who will it favor 15 years from now?

I looked inside the kitchen again: one, two, three...the five members of Su's family were all there, and there were three policemen in addition.

They gathered around the dining table in a swarm, apparently focused on the little corpse.

Very good, it seems that there are not many of them.

I was greatly relieved that they were all led into the kitchen by the baby's body.

So far, everything is going well.

Carefully stepping up the zig-zag stairs, I tried not to make a sound.

No need to worry about leaving shoe prints, the rain will wash everything away as if they never existed.

The stairs are made of metal, and each step is embossed with exquisite patterns.

The handrails and railings on both sides are ingeniously carved into the shapes of flowers and vines, interlaced, entangled, clinging, and lingering upwards.

The carving is very exquisite, and even the veins of the leaves are clearly visible.

The cold and hard metal, through the skillful hands of skilled craftsmen, gives people a soft and continuous feeling.

It is said that this small building was designed by Ou Yuchen when he was fifteen or sixteen years old.

No matter how unconvinced I was in my heart, I had to admit that he did have such a small talent, so it would be a pity to die like this.

However, I will not let him live because of this.

Just like at the beginning, they never gave us the slightest mercy.

Facts have proved that the god of fate is indeed not on his side this time.

No one was looking out the window, so I made it to the end of the second-floor stairs safely and smoothly.

In front of him was a beautiful anti-theft door. After pushing it, it didn't open, and it was locked.

Fortunately, it is not a complicated IC card door lock, but an ordinary built-in lock.

Compared with my weak body, my mind and fingers are much more flexible.

Using a screwdriver, I successfully pried the lock open and gently pushed the door open.

Behind the door is a long corridor with several beautifully pruned potted plants.

On the right hand side of the corridor is a row of floor-to-ceiling windows, and on the left hand side are several rooms that look exactly the same from the outside.

Closing the umbrella and standing it on the outside of the anti-theft door, I walked slowly to the door of the first room.

The door is locked from the outside, hold the handle and gently twist it open.

I looked around the room in the dim light of the corridors and windows.

This is a rather spacious Chinese-style bedroom, about [-] to [-] square meters in size.

White-bottomed ceiling, arc-shaped ceiling chandelier.There are pale silver patterns drawn on the ceiling, which look familiar, but I don't know much about these things, so I don't know what patterns are painted.

Like many bedrooms, the door is facing the window, and under the window is a carved wooden bed of huanghuali.

A splash-ink landscape painting hangs above the bed: the distant mountains are like Daisy, and the blue-colored mountains are surrounded by curling white clouds.

Nearby are dense old trees, and amidst the green leaves, a corner of the yellow thatched hut is exposed.

In front of the house, there is a shepherd boy with two buns, playing the flute horizontally, and returning from riding a bull.

Nearby, there are clear water and horizontal waves, and small bridges stretch across.

By the bridge, there are large clusters of pink and white, yellow and white flowers.

The whole picture is heavy-colored with repeated brush strokes, which is elegant but elegant, grand and quiet.

There is no signature, so I don't know which famous artist it is.

Next to the wooden bed, there are bedside tables, desks, computer tables, bookcases, wardrobes... The most eye-catching thing is the display cabinet next to the wardrobe.

It is full of various architectural models, each of which looks so delicate and unique that it is hard to put it down.

After a cursory glance around, my eyes stopped on the desk.

There is a very eye-catching photo on it: the sun is flooding, gently splashing on the green grass.

The boy in a white T-shirt, white trousers, and white sneakers leaned against an old locust tree with luxuriant branches, sitting loosely with a relaxed attitude.

It is the age of radiance, and the compelling youthful atmosphere rushes through the photos.

He straightened one leg and bent the other, forming an acute angle of 45 degrees with the ground.

The left arm rests on the bent knee, and a grasshopper made of green grass is held by the fingertips.

On the fine short hair, there are golden spots dancing.

The rippling pupils, as bright as glass, are even more radiant than the sun.

There was a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, but when he looked closely, it implied three points of indifference, two points of disdain, and one point of arrogance.

Ou Yuchen, after 15 years, you are still the same duplicity and unlovable.

I laughed silently.

Taking out the prepared things from the backpack, it took a while to arrange everything that should be arranged, and finally checked it carefully to confirm that there were no omissions.

From the inside to the outside, I walked backwards and left slowly, and as I retreated towards the door, I wiped away the traces I left behind.

When passing by the display rack, he hesitated for a while, but still picked the most inconspicuous model and stuffed it into his backpack.

It is an ivory-white European castle, with a spire as high as a TV tower, and large white pillars carved with vector patterns.

I remember that when we were in the orphanage, Ou Yuchen had a book of fairy tales. He liked pretending to be a good boy the most, so he generously lent it to us.

After reading it, the girls said they like the handsome prince riding a white horse, or the majestic knight with a sword, while the boys like the blonde princess and the mermaid with a big tail.

And what about Xixi?

He actually said that he liked the devil's castle—the castle with the pointed roof and the big white pillars.

Of course, after he finished saying this, he was ridiculed by his friends again.

Except for Ou Yuchen, he didn't smile, not because he was Xixi's younger brother and wanted to defend his older brother, but because he was already very good at putting on airs at a young age.

***

in the kitchen.

Suye was staring at the baby girl's body, thinking about it, when Meng Yanming suddenly said, "Huh!", which startled him.

"What is this?" Meng Yanming said, taking something out of the dead baby's chest.

Everyone's attention was immediately attracted.

Looking into his hand, it was an ordinary pebble.

About four centimeters in diameter, the whole body is off-white, with yellow-brown veins on the surface, narrow at the top and round at the bottom, resembling a squashed gourd.

A few pale yellow maggots were still wriggling on the stone, following Meng Yanming's movements, they rolled and fell to the ground, and quickly crawled away as if fleeing.

Frowning his brows, Sun Qisen muttered: "There wasn't much blood stains, obviously it was put in after a while after the baby girl died."

"Yes," Meng Yanming nodded, agreeing, fiddled with the wound on the chest and abdomen of the dead body, and added, "There is no sign of hematoma in the chest cavity, so her internal organs were also taken out after death."

"There are quite a lot of cases like this." Sun Qisen's face looked as if it had been wiped by ashes from the bottom of a pot, not to mention how ugly it was, "Many criminals have a habit of destroying and torturing corpses.

When I was in the Public Security Bureau of City S, I was involved in a case where the murderer actually believed that what he eats makes him worth it.

He had liver disease, so he abducted, kidnapped and killed the children of his neighbors or colleagues.

By the time the murderer was arrested, a total of nine children had been killed, the oldest was 14 years old and the youngest was only three years old.

According to the murderer himself, the livers of these children were all made into dishes by him, such as marinated liver, fried human liver with celery, hot human liver, wolfberry liver porridge..."

While speaking, Sun Qisen looked at Ye Zihui with interesting eyes, and deliberately slowed down his speech, "Well, he also made a noodle soup with human liver and fresh mushrooms.

According to him, the soup made with human liver and fresh mushrooms is much more delicious than pork liver. "

Ye Zihui's stomach that had just calmed down vaguely started to fuss again, and he muttered with a white face: "Team leader, are you joking?"

Sun Qisen hummed: "I never joke."

He saw with satisfaction that Ye Zihui's small face immediately wrinkled into a ball, as if he had swallowed a dead fly in pain.