God of unknown origin, please don't ask [criminal investigation]

Huang Jiu was using his unintelligent little brain to analyze the case when the door was suddenly pushed open and hit the door frame with a "bang bang" sound.

In an instant, more than a dozen members of the Criminal Investigation Team [-] broke into the door with hostility on their faces.

Wen Xichun was taken aback, thinking that the mighty City Bureau had also been attacked by bandits.

"What's the matter with me relying on you guys? Why do you have such a bad face?" Huang Jiu leaned forward like a curious baby, and didn't care about his face getting darker and darker. Stretched and flattened.

One of the little policemen finally couldn't help it, and opened Huang Jiu's hand: "Brother Jiu, don't make trouble, we are bothered now."

Wen Xichun raised his head from the computer, and then his eyes fell on the little policeman.

"What happened."

The little policeman let out a long sigh: "This morning, we conducted surveys at all the stations near the scene of the crime. A group of workers came from behind and said that the station signs should be repainted at the request of the government. I said yes. "Temporarily protect the site where the suspected crime occurred, but the gang refused to enter, saying? The municipal government asked for a rush to complete the work within three days, and said? Let us have an opinion to the municipal government."

Wen Xichun nodded: "And then."

"Then we started arguing, and in the end we didn't bother to argue with them, so we came back first."

Wen? I can’t guarantee which one will be the next one.”

After the little policeman listened, his eyes lit up a little bit, and he hurriedly stretched out his thumb: "Or the Wen? Team has a way, I will threaten it, no, I will go and have a good chat with them."

It's just that as soon as the little policeman left, Wen Xichun, who was still full of confidence just now, shrank by three points and leaned back wearily.

Now the clues are completely disconnected, the identity of the deceased is uncertain, the location of the first case is uncertain, and the intention of the murderer is uncertain, everything is a mystery, so it can only stop here.

Wen Xichun's eyes moved aside, and a small piece of white was reflected in his dim pupils.

The four characters "Jinmu, Luri" on the whiteboard are still clearly visible.

Assuming that the two people who called to report the crime were the victims? They both suffered almost an hour or two of torture. How did they get their mobile phones and call the police station during this time? According to The deceased? Judging from the strangle marks on the wrists and the cord patterns on the shoulders, they had their hands tied upside down before they were alive. If they were restricted, they were free? They could get a mobile phone to make calls...

It was the murderer who dialed the police station for them, and then issued some kind of instruction, which caused them to only say this kind of unclear words.

And the two suspected victims? The last reported place names, although they do not exist, can be determined that the victims? were recalling the location before they were knocked out and taken away? It must be a platform. After this analysis, the murderer is very Might it be fun to generally tell victims?:

"I can give you a chance to call those stupid policemen, tell them where you are, and see if they can find you before you bleed dry."

This gave them the hope of life, and immediately made them fall into the abyss of despair.

By the way, you can also cast aside a wave of "inaction?" police officers.

Although it sounds a bit strange, but? After ruling out all the impossibilities, what remains, no matter how unbelievable, may be the truth of the matter.

It's just that the victim reported a platform that didn't exist at all. Is it because of a misreading in extreme panic?Hallucinating?

Is it possible to unsuspectingly put down your guard against a stranger after eleven o'clock in the night, or is the other person a victim? Someone you know.

Wen Xichun immediately pulled out the personal information of the suspected victim Liu Qinxuan, doubled her circle of friends, and cracked her social platform account. After logging in, she began to check every statement made by her.

Although I heard from her colleagues that this woman has a good temper and doesn't like to talk about gossip, but I checked her speech records, it seems that this is not the case?

Liu Qinxuan registered on Weibo two years ago. At that time, she had just finished her graduate studies and was looking for a job. Perhaps it was because the unsettled job made her restless, so she posted a lot of violent comments on the Internet.

For example, posting on a Weibo about the Dog Meat Festival? The comment said: "People like you will die, and you will be dogs in your next life."

The list goes on and on.

Not only that, but she also has a Facebook account, where she once rants about a video of foreigners adopting Chinese orphans:

"We Chinese children don't need it? You ghosts take care of it. It's disgusting. Isn't it just for traffic?"

It's just that recently? She seems to have restrained herself a lot. Maybe it's because she found a job and didn't have time to continue to be a keyboard warrior on the Internet. So in the past three months, she didn't have any speech records. Even the account login is only a few times.

The police station quickly provided the information of the second suspected victim who made the call:

Yang Ruifan, female, 28 years old, a native of Huiyuan, is currently working in a small game company as an original artist.

Continue to check her personal information, she is similar to Liu Qinxuan, a savage, but? She is an exquisite egoist stalker, likes to talk about some big truths to annoy people, and sometimes the netizens who talk to her don’t want to talk to her. But this person is still biting the other party, and her speech has been reported many times, and she was once banned.

Wen Xichun rubbed his chin, and began to check the microblogs of the two people's comments one by one, and analyzed the possibility that the two people were killed because of their annoying remarks.

"Is Captain Wen here? I'm here to deliver the autopsy report." A polite inquiry interrupted Wen Xichun's train of thought.

From the forensic department came a new forensic doctor who looked dazed. He was standing at the door, looking around embarrassingly.

Wen Xichun went up to get the autopsy report, subconsciously glanced behind her, and asked casually:

"Your section chief didn't come?"

"Oh Section Chief Yao, he was so tired, he fell asleep in the office after the autopsy."

Wen Xichun thought in his heart: Why sleep, how can he sleep at this time.

He still has a lot of things? Want to ask? Yao Jingrong is here.

"Forget it, I'll go there with you." Wen Xichun said.

The institute was silent, maybe it was because of the environment? Even the forensic doctors held their throats cautiously when discussing the case, as if there was a monster sleeping in this institute, and as long as it made a sound, it would disturb the monster Come to kill yourself? The disaster.

Unconsciously, Wen Xichun also slowed down and tiptoed...

Inexplicably, I felt like a thief when I came to the forensic department.

"The section chief is inside, please be careful." The new forensic doctor warmly reminded.

In this context, it seems that there is no sense of disobedience if this sentence is replaced by "the dog is inside, be careful".

Just as Wen Xichun wanted to go in, he felt that Yao Jingrong, who had dissected two corpses in a row, might indeed be too tired, otherwise it would be better to wait for him to wake up.

Simply, Wen Xichun sat on the bench in the corridor at the door, and opened the autopsy report sent by the little forensic doctor.

According to the content of the autopsy report, what can be determined so far is that the ages and approximate identities of the two deceased are basically confirmed.

Victim? A (suspected Liu Qinxuan): According to the degree of healing of the sagittal and herringbone sutures of the skull and the degree of wear and tear of the third molars, the age of the deceased was ? Occasionally, a round brown skin with cracked marks was found, which was a birthmark by visual inspection, which basically matched the identity of the user who called.

Victim? B (suspected to be Yang Ruifan): aged ?27.8, with a rose pattern tattoo on the neck and a letter tattoo on the inside of the arm. The location is obvious, and personnel from public institutions and civil servants are excluded.The left side of the middle finger of his right hand is slightly deformed, and the skin on the soles of his feet is soft and free of calluses. It is presumed that he often sits and works in the office, which is basically consistent with Yang Ruifan's information.

I did a telephone survey on Liu Qinxuan's family members. They said that they hadn't received a call from their daughter for a long time, and that her daughter was usually busy with work and rarely called home. Now she couldn't contact her directly. She had already bought a ticket and came to confirm the body. .

It's miserable, but it is indeed miserable. Now is the peak time for returning to work after the new year, and the air tickets and high-speed trains are all sold out. The couple can only buy standing tickets and take the train for more than 30 hours to come from other places...to claim the body.

Moreover, the couple are also farmers facing the loess and their backs to the sky. They cannot read and have never been out of the house. They don't know how many hardships they have to go through along the way.

What's even more distressing is that such a simple farmer couple raised their daughter with all their efforts and sent her to graduate school. Seeing that their daughter's life is finally settled, it's time for the couple to enjoy their happiness. Accident? But? came to the front of the crowd first.

Wen Xichun closed the autopsy report and sighed softly.

But... Yao Jingrong slept for a full two hours. Seeing that the hour hand had already pointed to eight, there was still no movement in the office.

Wen Xichun felt that he couldn't continue to sit still, so he simply found the video of Tang Jiafeng's postgraduate entrance examination from his mobile phone, and when he was ready, he opened the door and broke into Yao Jingrong's private office.

Originally, I thought that when Tang Shuai's famous saying in life "How can you sleep at your age" sounded, this guy would definitely wake up because of shame and obediently work.

Just when you push the door and go in—

Like a small animal curled up on the sofa? Covered with a thin blanket.

Yao Jingrong was in a deep sleep, and even the sound of Wen Xichun's hands and feet opening the door couldn't wake him up.

He looked really tired, his body curled into a ball, and he could sleep peacefully with such a difficult movement.

Wen Xichun drove him silently, and suddenly raised his hand to turn off Tangshen's wake-up video.

The thin blanket couldn't withstand the low temperature of one or two degrees in the office. Yao Jingrong huddled under the blanket with only his eyes exposed.

Wen?

It's just that when his face was within four or five centimeters of Yao Jingrong——

The pair of beautiful eyes in front of him slowly opened, the blue-gray pupils stared at him motionless, and the red bloodshot eyes were clearly visible.

I didn't find out before, but his pupils are this color, which is strange, is it a mixed breed?

Wen Xichun's heart skipped a beat, and he straightened up quickly, pretending to look around.

Yao Jingrong looked at him, blinked, and her fine eyelashes flickered twice, like a black-tailed butterfly.

All of a sudden, this person didn't know what medicine he had taken wrongly, a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, his hands stretched out from the thin blanket, and he opened his arms towards Wen Xichun:

"hug."

Wen Xichun shuddered, and the hands holding the coat trembled.

"I know this is a dream, so I can do whatever I want, right?" Yao Jingrong said, his whole body has been separated from the thin blanket, step by step, slowly getting closer to Wen Xichun.

Wen Xichun gasped and said, "You don't want to? Come here."

Yao Jingrong didn't care about that, in his eyes, this was a dream that he didn't want to think about the consequences, so he threw himself into Wen Xichun's arms without thinking, and his lower body was still kneeling on the sofa. It stuck to Wen Xichun's chest without leaving any gaps.

The familiar heartbeat was slightly faster than that of ordinary people.

"It's so good in the dream, mainly because of you." Yao Jingrong rubbed against Wen Xichun's arms, and sniffed him like a pervert.

"Since you don't have to think about the consequences, it doesn't matter if I go any further." The man suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with joy that couldn't be concealed.

The author has something to say: Section Chief Yao in the shape of a dumpling opens his arms to you, flops his calves twice, and begs for a hug: "Can you help my mommy ask for a few bottles of nutrient solution? Thank you~"