Thorns

Gu Mengping saw Wang Fugui again in the morning of the next day. He didn't seem to be in a good condition. The person who guarded him said that he hadn't rested since he was arrested, and he didn't know why he carried it hard. Sometimes he was quiet. Yes, sometimes it seems a little anxious.

The iron door was opened, and the people inside looked up at him, as if they hadn't recovered yet, and the whole person seemed a little dazed.

"Do you want a cigarette?" He took out the cigarette case and handed it over. The other party hesitated for a while before taking out a cigarette.

"Excuse me." He hadn't spoken for a long time, and his voice seemed to be torn apart just now. Since he pleaded guilty that day, this was the first time he spoke on his own initiative.

Gu Mengping took out the lighter to light it for him and sat across from him. He didn't rush to speak, and waited for Wang Fugui to finish smoking a cigarette. The interrogation room was already dark and smoky, and the whole room seemed a bit smoky.

"Are you calmer now?" Gu Mengping asked again.

The other party paused, did not respond, and put out the cigarette butt in his hand, his expression was not as depressed as before, and he was a little more energetic.

"It's not that I've pleaded guilty. What else is there to ask? I said I killed the man." After a long wait for Huo Jinsi's next sentence, Wang Fugui said something on his own initiative.

"It is true that you killed people." Not as negative as before, Gu Mengping's attitude caught Wang Fugui by surprise. His mental preparations seemed to be collapsing at the moment, and things didn't seem to go according to his imagination. direction.

"However, among the three dead, two were indeed killed by you, and the other one was not done by you. Do you think that you have already killed two people anyway, and the crime of killing one more person will not be too great. difference?" Gu Mengping's tone was quite calm, as if he was talking about an unimportant matter.

But in Wang Fugui's place, he was not as calm as Gu Mengping. Gu Mengping was right, he really knew that if he was caught, he would definitely not be able to escape the death penalty.

The person sitting across from him is very young, and being so young makes people look down upon him, but at this moment, he is sitting there quietly, but those eyes seem to be able to penetrate him, he dare not look at each other, the other person seems to be Being able to read everything in his heart from his eyes made it impossible to hide the secrets hidden in his heart. He swallowed nervously, and unknowingly, sweat appeared on his forehead. Beads fell down the cheeks.

The face that had been vicissitudes due to age and accidents turned out to be a little more confused at this moment.

"I can tell this matter so accurately, how long do you think you can hide what you want to hide." There is a seriousness in the confident smile that makes people unable to look directly.

"But I'm not forcing you, I just want to know what the other party is trading with you, fame and fortune? I'm afraid you won't be able to use these! Or is it money?" Gu Mengping's fingertips were rhythmically on the table Beating, the interrogation room where no words were spoken seemed extraordinarily quiet. When the fingertips landed on the table, there was a crisp sound at the moment of knocking, and Wang Fugui's heart also rose and fell with the rhythmic knocking.

"No, I killed people alone, no one else!" He spoke in a hurry, choking himself, Wang Fugui couldn't help coughing a few times.

"Then let's change the subject, where did you hide the hands and feet of the deceased? Didn't you say that you killed the person, what about the hands and feet?" Gu Mengping stepped forward a few minutes, and a sense of oppression hit, Wang Fugui couldn't help but Shrunk back into the chair.

"I don't know, I don't know, I lost it, yes, I lost it." In the moment of panic, his words became a little incoherent.

"Where did you lose it?" Sitting back again, Gu Mengping just leaned against the wooden chair, Wang Fugui wanted to stand up, struggle, and run away with his gaze like a clown, but he was roasting. His chair made it difficult for him to even get up.

"Did he take it away? Let me think about it, where did he take it...?" Wang Fugui didn't dare to blink his eyes, and didn't dare to vent his breath, just waiting for him. Answer.

Gu Mengping didn't make a sound, and made a mouth shape. Wang Fugui, who was half standing, seemed to have lost all his strength, and sat slumped in the chair. His staring pupils were still full of disbelief. That's right, what Gu Mengping said was not wrong. He saw the man soak the bloody thing into the disgusting liquid. Those stumps were like specimens, emitting strange light under the light. s color.

After Gu Mengping left, he heard that Wang Fugui vomited in the interrogation room, and then passed out.

After Mu Zhiyuan knew about this, he immediately criticized Gu Mengping.

"How on earth did you torture him? Why is he fine in the morning? It's been like this in less than an hour!" Mu Zhiyuan was about to be tormented mad by Gu Mengping. What happened after they arrested the third brother...

Mu Zhiyuan was so angry that he couldn't remember anymore, he was just waiting for Gu Mengping, hoping that this ancestor would give him less work. The investigation team had not been established for a long time, and the people who came in were all newcomers, and there were not many who could be used. A few veterans were also held back by the subordinates, and now even Gu Mengping didn't give him peace of mind, he was almost out of breath.

"It's okay, I can't die, lend me that boy Zhou Yi for a while." Gu Mengping didn't wait for Mu Zhiyuan to refuse, and took the people away without waiting for Mu Zhiyuan to refuse. Zhou Yi was coming back from outside, and before he could cross the threshold, Gu Mengping After taking it away, I saw Mu Zhiyuan was so angry that he even took the wrong cup...

That...is his cup!Poor police officer Zhou Yi thought so in his heart!

Being raced into the car by Gu Mengping, Zhou Yi had a little temper. Originally, Gu Mengping had agreed to take him with him, but after getting busy these two days, Gu Mengping ran away by himself, and he couldn't even find anyone.

"Where is this going?" Zhou Yi asked.

"I heard you worked with Mu Fan for a few days when you first joined the team?" Gu Mengping asked.

"That's right! Brother Mu has a weird temper, but he's a nice person..." the young man said with some admiration.

Strange temper... Gu Mengping thought about it, it was really weird, a forensic doctor who dealt with dead bodies every day, with such a serious cleanliness obsession, he didn't know how to live.

"Then do you know how to preserve organs?"

"What kind are you talking about? Put it in the refrigerator or soak it in the potion." Zhou Yi replied after thinking for a while.

"Which one do you think the murderer will choose after taking it away?" Gu Mengping asked again.

"I think it's the latter."

"why?"

"Intuitively, not everyone likes to put things in the refrigerator. After all, they are put together with food. If one day they take them by mistake, although there have been murder cases where the murderer boiled the body, but this murderer It doesn't look like it!"

"why?"

"The murderer obviously has a better way to vent his anger. There's no need to do this. I think the murderer soaked his hands and feet, just like pickled peppers and chicken feet. He filled a jar with potion and put the body in it to make a specimen. , so that you can take it out and look at it from time to time, so as to get pleasure."

What Zhou Yi said was impressive, but the corners of Gu Mengping's mouth couldn't help twitching. Fortunately, this kid didn't say that in front of Mu Zhiyuan, otherwise Mu Zhiyuan would definitely let him write a review!

"The murderer has found pleasure in killing people, that's why there are three cases. Otherwise, just kill people directly after determining the target. He will not choose three people. The murderer in the last case is definitely not Wang Fugui, because Wang Fugui is not killing people. When he pleaded guilty, he only had panic and regret. Those who enjoy the pleasure will not feel guilty, but at the scene of the third case, it can be seen that the murderer was enjoying the process, so he paced back and forth at the scene. , watching the deceased die in front of him, he even watched the whole process with some excitement, this person may not be the murderer of the first two cases, but he is definitely a bystander of the case." Zhou Yi said very seriously.

Gu Mengping also listened very seriously. This child is exactly what he thought. The second murderer may have acted as a bystander in the first two cases, but he personally carried it out in the third case. Maybe he will not stop , he is very likely to strike again in retaliation, so who is the target of the strike?

Killing is something that can be addictive. In the midst of extreme fear and fear, enjoying this sense of depression, this kind of morbid psychology may not stop just because the target character is over.

"Si Qingyang, stop!" Gu Mengping anxiously said to Si Qingyang as if thinking of something.

Si Qingyang stepped on the brakes, and the inertia caused the two people in the back seat to run forward for a while and then bounced back because of the restraint of the seat belts.

He parked the car in the parking space on the side of the road and looked back at the case, but Gu Mengping got out of the car with Zhou Yi.

"Go pick up the things alone first! See you at the agreed place." After getting out of the car with Zhou Yi, Gu Mengping waved to stop a taxi.

Si Qingyang, who was sitting in the driver's seat, glanced in the rearview mirror. When Gu Mengping got into the car, he gestured to him. Si Qingyang's expression was a little hesitant. After the taxi started, Si Qingyang also He drove in the opposite direction. He drove very fast. Although he did not exceed the speed limit, it was already the upper limit.

He understood Gu Mengping's gesture, telling him to hurry up, what did he discover?What do you remember?To be in such a hurry to rush over!

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Hurry up, hurry up, get to the point... where is my boss going...