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

Wen Xichun was so embarrassingly embarrassing? He hurried past Yao Jingrong with his head down.

And Yao Jingrong was also very conscious, as if nothing happened, he didn't mention what happened last night, and just discussed the case with his colleagues calmly.

"What's the situation with the suspect Sun Peisheng?" Wen Xichun leaned into Huang Jiu's ear and asked in a low voice.

Suddenly was blown? Huang Jiu took a breath of hot air, and immediately jumped up, giggling itchyly, accidentally? He didn't control the volume: "Boss? What are you doing! Don't you know that my ears are very sensitive!"

All of a sudden, everyone in the conference room turned their attention to this side.

That expression, as if Wen Xichun is a shameless person with some eccentricity.

Wen Xichun's face turned red after "swiping", so he sat down quickly.

Then he raised his eyes quietly, and looked at the person opposite who gave? The diamond ring? The kiss?

Although, I still care a little bit...

Yao Jingrong didn't seem to pay attention to this at all, but just flipped through the documents in his hand.

Huang Jiu rubbed his sensitive ears that were blown red, stared at the eye sockets of the two national treasures, and suddenly bumped his head on the table—lifted up, hit again——

"Just like this, Sun Peisheng kept banging his head on the table, crying like a mudslide. If we hadn't stopped him, he would have knelt down."

"Such an exaggeration." Wen Xichun wondered how true or false Huang Jiu's words were, adding a bit of drama.

"Actually, to put it bluntly? That's it? He's a cynical and extremely emotional wretched man with no great prospects. He leads an art class. It is said that the students he led had a very low rate of passing the art entrance examination last year. It's not as good as last year. Now students are taking school exams outside. Several students have called him, saying that either the admission ticket is lost or the ID card is lost. This person can't transfer. Is that bent?"

Wen Xichun frowned: "Just? Because of this? Isn't the victimized high school student a fifth middle school student? How did the teacher of Sun Peisheng Baishu Middle School get involved with him?"

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, Sun Peisheng went to Ruimei Garment Factory to find someone to customize class uniforms, just met? A victim who doesn't go home at night and hangs out outside, he is so hot, he really hates iron and steel , Thinking of the gang of good-for-nothing students under him who still caused trouble for him everywhere, he became angry and rational, and then...even thought about blaming the real murderer. "

"Where did the iron wire and nails come from?"

"According to his answer, it was picked up in the unfinished building."

"But? I'm more curious, who actually disclosed the news to Sun Peisheng."

"It's the police station? The police officer on duty who received the alarm call for the first time is Sun Peisheng's cousin. He has been suspended for inspection. If he fails, he may lose his job."

The section chief coughed twice on top, indicating that unnecessary explanations are enough. Now the focus should be on the real culprit who continues to get away with it after killing the three people.

"If you have any clues from each department, try to report them to the police."

"This murderer has strong anti-reconnaissance capabilities. He knows how to avoid surveillance cameras or commit crimes in the blind spots of surveillance, and he has a special way to deal with criminal tools to ensure that even in the Prince's Tomb where there are too many eyes It is possible to commit murder in a messy place? Leave the scene openly? The scene will not be discovered." Wen Xichun analyzed.

The section chief nodded, took a deep breath, and formed a deep "Chuan" between his eyebrows.

"This is the wound appraisal report on the body surfaces of the three deceased." Yao Jingrong handed over the documents and explained them one by one based on the pictures above.

"The deceased Liu Qinxuan had multiple contusion wounds on the body surface, and the edges were jagged and irregular. The tools used to commit crimes could be used to deny metal products such as knives and axes; the deceased Yang Ruifan had multiple U-shaped wounds on the body surface. The contusion zone is not obvious, and the tools used to commit crimes are not metal products such as knives and axes; as for the deceased Zhou Qi..."

Yao Jingrong paused for a moment, then pointed to the photo in the file.

The man in the photo is naked? Naked. Apart from the familiar treatment of his head, his body surface does not seem to have any trauma, only a few skin trauma caused by scratches from branches.

"We have examined the corpse. There is little bleeding and no obvious trauma caused by others. We have dissected the corpse and found a lot of vomit on the mouth and body surface. The deceased's heart was complicated by mitral valve stenosis. "It was rheumatic heart disease, poor hematopoietic function, combined with the vomit, the deceased may have died of a sudden heart attack due to intense fear."

The section chief raised his eyebrows: "So what you mean is that the murderer who took pleasure in killing didn't torture the deceased Zhou Qi because he fell ill and died first, and the murderer probably didn't have much use for torturing a corpse. Great interest, just apply? The usual method of dealing with the head, and leave? The scene after pulling out the tongue?"

Yao Jingrong nodded.

"Pull out your tongue..." Chief Xu tapped the table with his fingertips, as if he was lost in thought, "Why do you have to pull out your tongue?"

"In general, serial killers leave the same traces on their bodies for two reasons. One is provoking the police, and the other is that this factor has special meaning for him. Lost, or obtained? Unable to obtain, or Is it because this factor has affected his normal life." Wen Xichun analyzed it on his own.

"But let's consider it based on the murderer's thinking. First of all, he is a person with strong anti-reconnaissance capabilities. Maybe he has more or less contact with the profession of criminal investigation. People in the industry and suspense novel lovers may be there. If He has enough criminal investigation knowledge, so he will not leave a very obvious element waiting for the police to investigate. I always feel that this may be his means to divert the attention of the police, and his emotions that need to be vented are presented in another form. way of expressing it.”

The section chief raised his head: "So what you mean is that the important thing is not the pulled out tongue, but the steel nails inserted into the eyeballs or the iron wires embedded in the cheeks."

Wen Xichun laughed? Laughed: "As expected of the section chief."

"Then let's start with people who have suffered physical trauma in recent years, such as eye diseases or..." Halfway through the sentence, the section chief broke down again, "Why is the wire, what is it?" Say something?"

Wen Xichun closed his eyes, and the cases he had handled in the past flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and there was irresistible firmness in the light-colored pupils: "It's a cleft lip and palate."

"Cleft lip and palate?"

"When I first entered the police station, I participated in the investigation of a murder case. The murderer was nicknamed the smiling rabbit because he was born with a harelip and his upper lip was divided into two parts, so he was ridiculed and bullied since he was a child. When these stigmas accumulate to a certain value, the bloody case? Happened as expected? "

Section Chief Xu recalled it carefully, but he didn’t remember it at all? There was such a thing as a “smiling rabbit”. Is it because he is old? Memory? Bad?Forget it? Can't? People know that I have left this case behind, so I just let it go:

"Since this is the case, the cleft lip and palate should also be investigated together."

The meeting was over, and just as Wen Xichun was about to leave, he saw Section Chief Xu winking at him.

"Section Chief, your eyes are uncomfortable. I have eye drops, can I use them for you?"

The section chief turned pale. He glanced at him, and his small eyes followed the other police officers leaving.

After everyone had left, he mysteriously waved to Wen Xichun.

Wen Xichun listened attentively.

"It's the fishing law enforcement plan, and it's still going to continue. In the past few days, you should go to the area where the murderer might appear, and see if there are any suspicious people appearing many times."

When mentioning fishing law enforcement, I can't help but think of the floral dress that I slammed into the washing machine, and I can't help but think of Yao Jingrong's shallow kiss with unknown meaning.

During the one-hour meeting, Wen Xichun blushed again.

Seeing his strange reaction, Chief Xu was puzzled: "Hey, are you blushing?? Come on, let me see."

"Section Chief, if you have nothing to do, go back to spend more time with your sister-in-law, and don't hang out with Huang Jiu all day long." Wen Xichun straightened up and bounced away three meters away.

"You are brave enough to talk to me like that."

Wen Xichun smiled and saluted the section chief: "Then I'm off to work now?"

"Hmm." The section chief waved his hand, "Wait a minute, there is something else."

Wen Xichun sighed, turned around, and returned to the section chief.

"In the next few days? A professional investigator will be transferred from the sub-bureau. I'll assign him to your subordinates. Take him to work hard." Section Chief Xu patted Wenxi with a posture of attaching great importance to the appointment. Chun's frail little shoulders.

"Ah, don't be Huang Jiu's." Wen Xichun looked a little reluctant.

He doesn't want to have another little bangcai in his team who doesn't do much work all day long and only knows how to play badminton.

"No, since the sub-bureau transferred here, it shouldn't be too bad?"

The other end has just finished slandering Huang Jiu, and just left the door of the meeting room and went downstairs——

Just? TM saw? Huang Jiu was holding his beloved badminton racket in a handsome serving posture. The round racket seemed to be out of place with his square? Zheng? head.

"Huang Jiu." Wen Xichun walked to him with a smile, "You lost your racket?"

****

Noon break? Wen Xichun didn't go to lunch.

He was sitting in front of the desk, and there was a small blue velvet box in front of him, and the diamond ring was sleeping quietly in it.

I have to find a chance to return the ring, just like Yao Jingrong himself said, after Valentine's Day is over, we are still good colleagues, so of course, the ring should be returned after Valentine's Day original owner.

He was gearing up for the landline phone, and after a fierce ideological struggle, he was heartbroken and dialed the forensic department.

"Is it the criminal investigation department? What's the matter?" There was an unfamiliar female voice on the other end of the phone.

There are only a few people in the forensic department, and they are all very familiar with each other. This is the first time I have heard this female voice.

"Is Chief Yao here?"

"Not here, did you go out to eat? You can talk to me if you have something to say."

Strange? Strange, the landline of the forensic department is clearly set up in Yao Jingrong's private office, and this man is very furry, I have never seen it before? If a forensic doctor dares to enter his office, he usually just stands at the door if he has something to do Tell me, who is this girl?

Looking at the ring, Wen Xichun took a deep breath: "It's okay, then I'll contact him again."

After all, hang up the phone neatly.

Eating, just? I am in a hurry to eat, and I don’t see you when I usually have a case? He is so caring, it’s really annoying.

Wen Xichun put the ring in his pocket and planned to go to eat first.

The canteen of the police station is located in the northeast corner of the police building. It is a lonely two-story building. No one usually goes there. It is only a little popular when it is time for meals.

But Wen Xichun went quite late, seeing his colleagues walking back with their faces full of food and drink.

Wen Xichun stood at the door of the cafeteria, hesitating again?

What if I ran into Yao Jingrong when I went in? Although I wasn't afraid of him, I kissed him? Hugged me? I gave him the ring? Wouldn't it be embarrassing to pretend that nothing happened?

Thinking this way, my hand unconsciously touched the pocket with the ring.

No, no, didn't you come here this time to make it clear that you didn't intend to keep the ring for yourself, or you didn't want to return it to him, so don't panic.

Wen Xichun took a deep breath, calmed down a little, and was about to go inside——

"stop!"

A cold drink came.

Although he didn't look back, it was obvious that the movement was coming towards him.

Wen Xichun turned around in doubt.

Standing in front of him was a young man in his twenties, dressed very trendy, with a black diamond earring pierced on his left ear, and his fluffy cool brown hair fluttering in the wind, like a guy who still has nothing to do in school. Every day? Every day? A college student who dawdles.

He looks good, with delicate and regular features, and his face seems to be coated with a layer of flour, making it slippery like a starlet.

Wen Xichun glanced at him: "Is there something wrong?"

The young man laughed when he heard it: "You are also very courageous, do you know where this is? Be smart and give me a buckle."

"Push button?" Wen Xichun didn't understand.

"I don't understand Lu Kou? It seems that he is still a newcomer. Lu Kou is just sending back what you stole." The young man was arrogant, as if he had never been beaten by the society.