[Comprehensive Yingmei] I have special skills to solve crimes

There were 10 minutes left, and Shia was going to the first class in the afternoon. She tried her best to ask the questions she wanted to know within the limited time.

"How did ether come from?"

"After completing the registration, leave a message in the background, and the courier will be delivered soon."

"Pentagram?"

"It came with the courier. If you want to read it, mine is still in the dormitory, in the Oxford dictionary."

"White dress?"

"It's from Wei Lvguang. Once I accidentally poured coffee on her skirt. Later, I bought an identical one and secretly asked Wei Lvyang to replace it. The dirty one will stay with me."

"Where are the other people's white dresses?"

"I don't know about this, but Qiao Ji did have a request that if the person to be killed is a woman, she must wear a white dress."

"Why cut the vein?"

Shia had a guess, but she wanted to hear what Zhiyi had to say first.

It's a pity that Guo Zhiyi didn't know about this question, he shrugged, "I don't know about this, if Qiao Ji asks for it, I'll do it."

The quickest way to bleed to death is to cut an artery.

An adult lost 500ml of blood and had no obvious symptoms.

The blood loss was more than 800 milliliters, his face was pale, he was covered in cold sweat, his hands and feet were cold, his breathing was short of breath, and his pulse was weak.

The amount of bleeding exceeded 1500 ml, the blood supply to the brain was insufficient, blurred vision, dizziness, confusion, and even symptoms of coma and shock.

Arteries are blood vessels that carry blood away from the heart. They originate from the ventricle, become thinner and thinner, and migrate to capillaries. The blood is bright red.Vein is the blood vessel that transports blood back to the heart. It contains more carbon dioxide and the blood is dark red.

Arteries supply blood and veins return it.

Cutting the arteries, cutting the blood to the heart, is much faster than cutting the blood to the extremities.

Arterial blood loss is not easy to stop, and venous blood loss is easy to stop.

Why did Qiao Ji have to let the deceased have his veins cut to die?

This point, Shia will soon be able to get the answer.

The video with Guo Zhiyi is over, and seeing that the class time is approaching, Xi Ya is going to go to the locker room to change into sportswear.

Who knows, Meng Feipeng said with a dark face: "It happened again."

There is no time for hesitation.

There is no luck or misfortune.

Another murder case occurred during the video with Guo Zhiyi, and the sixth victim of the Pentagram case appeared.

The deceased, Le Xuelin, was a 22-year-old junior majoring in accounting at Zhejiang Sci-tech University.

...is a base.

"I'm sorry, can I ask your help to solve this serial murder case?" Meng Feipeng said, feeling embarrassed.

Xi Ya showed her talent in solving crimes very early, and was often invited by them to the police station and the scene when she was in high school in Hangzhou.

When each of them went to the school to invite people, they were respectful and carefully explained to the teachers and classmates that they asked Xi Ya to help, not because of her own problems, but they still had a bad influence on her—— In [-], she had only one friend, Dai Xiaojie.

It was not easy for them to go to the United States to study, and it took more than ten hours of time difference to help them solve the case.

Compared to Meng Feipeng's shame, Xi Ya didn't feel anything special.

"The lunch break is over, and I'm going to get ready for class, but the first period is physical education class. I'll find a place to rest later and contact you later. You go there now, don't let anyone destroy the scene."

Meng Feipeng's heart went up and down, as if riding a roller coaster.

Fearing that Xi Ya would not agree, the case would not be easy to solve, and fear that Xi Ya would agree, all the police officers in the Hangzhou Police Department would be compared to an 18-year-old girl, and sooner or later they would have to pack their bags and go home to eat themselves.

"Okay, I'll go right away!"

worried?There are still.

Since the Pentagram case, Meng Feipeng was rarely happy, and opened the window to smoke a cigarette.

Lian Jianmu was driving the car. Seeing that Meng Feipeng was in a good mood, he couldn't help asking boldly: "Meng Meng, is that Miss Lin really that good?" People compare, "Better than Sherlock Holmes?"

"Ah."

Meng Feipeng exhaled two smoke rings, found a more comfortable position in the passenger seat, and then explained to the new rookie: "You think Sherlock is great because you haven't seen her solve the case."

Lian Jianmu was convinced that he saw two big characters on the face of Meng Dui, who had always respected him: Ignorance!

The ignorant Lian Jianmu nodded silently: "Captain Meng, it's so far away from the scene of the crime, and there's still so much time on the way, just tell me!"

Ever since Xi Ya took over the case, Meng Feipeng felt a lot easier.

Now I feel that the heavy burden on my shoulders has been lifted, and I feel like a fairy happily after smoking a cigarette.

He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Can you imagine a 16-year-old girl passing by the scene of the crime, only took one look at the dead and caught the murderer who was still at the scene?"

Lian Jianmu's mouth opened into a round "o".

Holy crap, is there really a better detective than Sherlock Holmes in this world?Still a girl!

Meng Feipeng looked at him like this, as if seeing himself two years ago.

That day, a homicide occurred in the mall.

The man who died was strangled to death with a belt in the men's restroom on the third floor of the shopping mall. The death time did not exceed half an hour.

At that time, Meng Feipeng was shopping in Yintai with his wife and children.

The police station was close to Yintai, and the police officers quickly dispatched and quickly sealed off the scene without letting any suspicious persons go out.

Just when Meng Feipeng was about to ask someone to retrieve the surveillance video and question witnesses, Xi Ya, who was still wearing her high school uniform, was paralyzed and wanted to come in from outside the cordon.

"Little sister, you can't come in!"

Afterwards, Meng Feipeng rejoiced countless times that his wife and children were by his side at that time, so he treated the ignorant people who liked to join in the fun like spring with warmth.

At the same time, he regretted countless times that his brain short-circuited and called that "little sister"!

The 16-year-old Xi Ya is in the second stage of middle school, and she can't wait to use a pair of scissors to kill all the scumbags who don't like her.

Called "Little Sister" by a wretched uncle with a lecherous face and a peachy face, abductor, pedophile, pervert, stalker... Countless scumbag words flashed through my mind, and the whole person was going to be bad.

"Uncle, who is your name?" Xi Ya frowned and glanced at him impatiently.

Fuck!Are all the little girls like this these days?

Meng Feipeng held down the blue veins popping up on his forehead, gritted his teeth and tried his best to be gentle: "A homicide happened here, the yellow line is the cordon, and no one who is not involved is allowed to enter."

"Sorry, the women's toilet downstairs is being cleaned, and the women's toilet upstairs is full of people."

Xia pointed to the empty women's toilet inside, "Uncle, you can stop me, but you can't stop people's normal physiological needs. If you can ask a few policemen to help me cut in line to clear the way, I don't mind taking a few more steps now , just lose weight."

"No, no one can enter the scene until the murderer is found."

Faced with Xi Ya's suspicious look of "I want to enter the murder scene next door, uncle, you have bad eyesight and brain?", Meng Feipeng gritted his teeth, and said one by one: "No, not even the next door!"

"Ah~"

Xia sighed, jumped on the spot twice to suppress the urge to urinate, moved a little closer, and took a glance at the men's toilet from outside the cordon.

"Hey, you..."

Before Meng Feipeng had time to say anything, what happened next only made him feel that the posture of summoning his friends that day was not right.

Xi Ya turned around and pointed at the crowd: "The one with the big black mole on his buttocks, you are the murderer, don't run away!"

As soon as these words came out, all those who came to this side or left from this side all subconsciously stopped in place.

Got a big mole on your butt?What do you think?So many people take off their pants collectively?

Xi Ya said again: "What about you, flowered shirt, leggings, leopard print underwear, your black belt still has nail prints left by the deceased when he struggled, and his nails also have tissue remnants of your belt, I want to blame you I can’t afford it, so hurry up and surrender yourself!”

Meng Feipeng wanted her to stop playing, and every family of children can't watch a few criminal investigation dramas and want to be a policeman naively.

But that person actually turned his face away, with a look of "wtf! Labor and management didn't take off their clothes, how do you know that!" He was so shocked that he didn't even have the thought of being exposed as a murderer in public.

Afterwards, every time Meng Feipeng thought of the expression of that prisoner clutching his butt, he felt a chill in his chrysanthemum, no amount of underwear could cover it.

Yaoshou, if you don't take off your pants, you can know that there is a big mole on someone's buttocks, so why don't you let him be a policeman!

Lian Jianmu slammed on the brakes, and hurriedly asked Meng Feipeng, who was stuck in his stomach by the seat belt: "Really? She knew who the murderer was just by looking at it?"

Meng Feipeng was about to cough up his lungs, and gave him a hard look.

But what Lian Jianmu is concerned about now is not whether he will be put on shoes if he offends his boss. His eyes are shining and his cheeks are flushed, just like a silly boy in spring.

Meng Feipeng patted him on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "This kind of terrible woman, let alone stealing outside, once you get home, you can tell what you ate outside today, where you went, and whether you have a wet shirt. Change your underwear, are you sure about such a woman?"

Lian Jianmu nodded hastily: "My idol can do it too! The first time he saw Dr. Watson, he knew that he had just returned from Afghanistan and was a veteran. He knew everything about him!"

Meng Feipeng stopped talking when he saw that he couldn't make sense, "Don't forget that she also has a hacker lady as a best friend, don't talk about a person's details, maybe your ancestors have eighteen generations, which woman slept in that night , I have done it a few times, and I can know what posture I use.”

"Really?"

Lian Jianmu covered his face shyly, and said quickly and firmly, "I want to take off my fan! I don't want to be Sherlock's fan anymore!"

Meng Feipeng: "..."

He seemed to know what was going to happen next.

Sure enough, Lian Jianmu clenched his fists, like those old men in the police station, "It's decided, my idol will be Goddess Xiya from now on! Number one!"

Meng Feipeng: "..."

This terrible police station surrounded by Xiya fans, is it too late to change jobs now?

"Ding--"

A text message comes in.

【Honey, Boo Boo asked, did you see Xi Ya today?She wanted to say good night to Sister Xi Ya and ask for a kiss before going to bed. 】

Meng Feipeng twitched the corner of his mouth, probably not.

The hardest Shea fan is this baby girl who was rescued by Shea once and only has "Sister Xia", "Sister Goddess" and "Sister Kiss" in her eyes.

Now I ask you to go back two years, go back to Yintai at that day, and call it "goddess", is there still time...?