"'Tristan and Ise'?"
Wei Boyan read out the name on the cover.
The middle-aged man seemed to have fallen into a dull state. He was stunned for a long time, and finally decided to take out his mobile phone and search.
"No need to search, this is a knightly narrative poem."
Lu Wen has already searched it out.
"Before many wars, Western literature was divided into several categories, such as church literature, knight literature, heroic epics, etc.; church literature was based on books such as the Old Testament; and heroic epics were mostly adapted from folk rumors. Particularly famous are "Beowulf" and "The Song of the Nibelungs"; chivalry literature tends to be romantic and adventurous."
"Could it be a copycat crime?" Feng Fugui asked.
The old executive was thinking about this problem after they found the book of poems in the morning when the crime occurred.
He also studied several cases that occurred in the 10th District.
In those collections of poems discovered in cases, the first poem title is often a very important clue.
"The murderer prefers to kill indoors. After killing, he will leave a second clue besides poetry. But this time it is outdoors. We should search for the residence of the deceased."
The deceased lived a very poor life.
The simple one-bedroom and one-living room, the furniture and electrical appliances in the home are all old items from many years ago.
Ordinary people.
Everything in the house is reasonably tidy, but not overly tidy.
The deceased did not have obsessive-compulsive disorder, was not left-handed, and had no special hobbies.
Analysis cannot be done by victim characteristics.
His daily job is just simple neighborhood cleaning.
Things related to work are also very simple, nothing special.
There was nothing illegal in the house.
"Standing at the door and looking over, what I saw at first glance was the same balcony, but there was nothing on the balcony. Could it be that this time only a book of poems was left?"
It's a pity that this old-fashioned community has no surveillance.
Maybe there has been peace for too long.
In this large area, the population is sparse, and deaths are rarely heard of. The largest number of deaths is actually in the inland sea. More than ten years ago, a large number of people were buried in the belly of fish every year.
It's gotten a lot better over the years.
"The murderer knew that there was no surveillance in the community. He checked the area in advance, and the surveillance on the street outside the community did not see any abnormalities."
Same as last time.
The lawyer who died first last time lived in an old-fashioned community. The surveillance had been broken for several years.
This wandering poet seems to have jumped out of a literary work.
In many literary works, the murderer's superb killing techniques, body disposal methods, strong psychology, anti-reconnaissance techniques, etc., all give the investigators a headache.
But the reality is often this: a group of executives sit in front of the surveillance camera, pointing at the screen, and sighing that the murderer on the screen is really powerful, and he actually knows how to do this...
"Modern cases without surveillance are a headache." Lu Wen leaned against the door. "Have you investigated the interpersonal relationship of the deceased? Did you have any conflicts with anyone recently? Is anyone in the family short of money? Did you buy a big ticket in the short term? What about the work relationship? Who will own the property after his death?”
"Comrade, we are investigating all the things you asked about, but everything is normal at the moment."
There was no apparent motive for the killing.
Then we can only rely on the clues left at the scene.
But apart from the oil stains, there were no other traces on the scene.
So Feng Fugui thought of what happened in the 10th District some time ago, and invited Wei Bo'an and Lu Wen over. The two people witnessed all the cases, and under the guidance of the murderer, they found the real culprit of the unjust case.
"Tristan and Ise, a knightly narrative poem... Knights represented romance and adventure in that era, and later they gradually formed a spirit of chivalry."
Lu Wen searched for information in his mind.
Chivalry is simple.
Justice, honor, bravery, sacrifice...
"In the 15th District, there is actually an organization that upholds these beliefs... the Executive Bureau." Lu Wen suddenly raised his head, "There is a word 'No mercy' on the outside of the main door of the 13th District Executive Bureau. The 10th District Executive Bureau There is also 'high moral integrity' outside, so what about the 15th Executive Bureau?"
Lu Wen and Wei Bo'an didn't have the executive bureau here yet. After arriving in the 15th district, they went directly to the branch office close to the crime scene.
It was at that branch that Feng Fugui greeted them.
Lu Wen didn't bother to look for pictures on the Internet. He looked at Feng Fugui who was looking for evidence in the room and asked, "Is there something written outside the General Office of the Fifteenth District Executive Bureau?"
Feng Fugui stopped what he was doing, looked up at Lu Wen, and said, "Yes, we have the words 'fair and just' hanging outside."
fair and just.
This is very chivalrous.
From this perspective, the murderer's next target is actually someone from the Executive Bureau
It's not impossible. After all, there is so much corruption in the executive bureau of the tenth district. Just one case can involve more than ten executive officers, and it cannot be ruled out that the fifteenth district also has it.
"This is more interesting." Lu Wen mused, "The Thirteenth District is written about the law being ruthless, but the result is Xia Chuluo, who is extraordinarily merciful. The Tenth District is written about being upright and upright, but the corruption is shocking."
These executive bureaus are simply setting a flag for themselves, and everything is going in the opposite direction.
What about District 15
…
Everyone searched the deceased's house for a long time, but in the end no special items were found.
The only useful clue is the poem.
Night is coming.
Feng Fugui, an old executive, invited the two of them to a seafood barbecue at a food stall on the beach.
White tables and chairs were placed messily on the beach, and there was a lot of garbage on the ground.
In this hot summer, people sit around the food stalls, talking and laughing, and the air is filled with scents.
Wei Boyan carried a box of beer and placed it under the table.
"If you eat seafood and drink beer, you may think that your gout is not coming on fast enough." Lu Wen said seriously.
"A person's life is only a few decades, how many more years can he live if he doesn't care about this or that?" Wei Boyan didn't care, "While you are young, you can eat and drink as much as you need. How can you be so particular... You An android would spit out the skin of fried peanuts, which I didn’t expect at all.”
"That's how it's designed in my program."
"You don't have to do what you're programmed to do, otherwise it wouldn't be called an android, it could only be called a robot."
Wei Bo'an talked endlessly when talking about the absurdities of his life, and the Lord of Hell called him an expert.
Lu Wen felt very strange.
This guy has muscles all over his body, and they are obviously built with great self-discipline. He has been drinking and eating all day long, how did he develop such well-defined muscles
"Chief Wei, Brother Lu, you have also seen the scene. Do you have any thoughts? Is it a copycat crime?" Feng Fugui asked.
"Not sure." They both replied in unison.
"This murderer has many similarities with the wandering poet, right?" Feng Fugui looked at the two of them.
"Yes... but this time there is no second clue. It may be that the murderer did not leave any trace behind, or we may not have discovered it." Lu Wen said, "But it is most likely that he did not leave any trace behind. If it is really the wandering poet, , then it only shows that his mentality has changed."
The clues were left to guide Lu Wen and the others to find the next deceased.
But now, there is only vague poetry.
A poem alone will not lead them to the right next destination.
so…
"He no longer has the heart to play guessing games with us. He just wants to kill people now."
(End of chapter)