"I'll do it." I looked at Guan Zengbin and said seriously.
Gu Chen said with a smile: "I usually do all the dirty work. Why do you want to imitate Guan Zengbin this time? Do you have any interest in our Guan Zengbin? If you like it, just do it." Go after it, take the initiative, and don’t regret it later.”
At such a moment, and in front of outsiders, I was really a little shy, and quickly explained: "In my opinion, the murderer followed his footsteps, and when he came back, he walked backwards wearing someone else's shoes." Yes. I don’t think there’s much difference in height between them.”
Looking at the expressions on everyone's faces, I continued: "The length of the soles of a person's feet is directly proportional to the height of a person. Although there are occasional exceptions, it is basically the same. If there is too much difference, There's no way a murderer could walk away in the victim's shoes."
Gu Chen said: "If that's the case, then let's start."
We nodded and started the live simulation.
Guan Zengbin specially chose a road with no footprints on it, so that it would be clearer. Guan Zengbin pretended to be a white-collar worker who hadn't noticed anything and walked quickly in front. She tried her best to show the image of a woman who got off work late at night and was anxious to go home.
And I followed behind Guan Zengbin. To be honest, this was not an easy task. I suddenly remembered that when I was in high school, I didn't know the stone road designed by the designer, and now I am facing such an embarrassing feeling.
As a woman, Guan Zengbin walks fast with small and fast steps, but if the footprints that must be followed by Guan Zengbin are not aligned, they will protrude, and then an extra footprint that obviously does not belong to the same footprint will be formed. part. For this, I had to walk on tiptoe.
And this way of walking is very tiring, and it is also a very exhausting thing for the body and mind.
After walking a dozen or so steps, I felt that my calves were as heavy as lead. I felt that if I continued walking like this, my two legs would definitely be useless. And I can't even take care of myself, so naturally it is impossible to complete such a precise killing.
And Guan Zengbin in front of him appointed that I was behind him, just to simulate the case, and he had to continue acting.
When I walked a certain distance, my legs were so sore that I couldn't bear it anymore, so I rushed to Guan Zengbin's back in a few steps, and then raised the knife and wiped Guan Zengbin's neck from behind. Guan Zengbin was also unambiguous, and fell directly to the ground. I covered my footprints with Guan Zengbin's body, and then took off Guan Zengbin's shoes.
I put Guan Zengbin's shoes on my feet, and the moment I put them on, I felt like a little daughter-in-law with bound feet in ancient times. My entire sole couldn't fit into this small high-heeled shoe. Yes, but when I was about to retreat, I found that this was a very difficult thing.
I held my shoes in one hand and slowly stepped back, but my feet couldn't be plugged in at all, as if I was wearing a slipper, it was difficult to walk backwards, let alone follow the previous footprints Walked backwards. Just trying to walk a few steps like this, I finally fell on my back.
Several people rushed over and helped me up.
Gu Chen said: "You are a bit too watery, let me try?"
As he said that, Gu Chen insisted on putting his feet into the shoes. Gu Chen is about 1.8 meters tall, a full head taller than me, and his feet are naturally much bigger than mine. I watched him desperately stuffing his feet into his shoes, and suddenly remembered those shoes that he desperately tried to put on. The fat girl in a skirt seems to have the same effect.
After trying for a long time, Gu Chen still chose to give up: "I said that the murderer is unlikely to be my height. This shoe is really too small, and I can only fit half of my foot in it. Besides, it is still a high-heeled shoe, which makes me look like a It's juggling."
I patted the snow on my body, looked at the high heels that Gu Chen had kicked aside, and said: "If even you, a Lianjiazi, can't do this, then it will be even more difficult for ordinary people to control. In other words, The murderer will never be a person of your height, and may even be shorter than me, and most likely, the murderer is even shorter than the victim."
Guan Zengbin said: "Men and women have some differences in physical structure. Of the same height, men's feet are indeed bigger than women's. You mean, the murderer is probably someone who can fit Zhao Kaifang's shoes perfectly. A It is far-fetched for a person to follow in the footsteps of others, but if a person follows in his own footsteps, the success rate will be much higher."
I found Guan Zengbin her shoes, and while helping her tie her shoes, I said, "Yes, but I think the murderer's feet should be even smaller than the victim's feet, so that we can step on the victim's footprints." without making any awkward noises."
After that, I stood up: "We must see the corpse. If the murderer is really shorter than the victim, then we can definitely see it from the wound."
Everyone nodded.
I was thinking about this murderer who was dressed in black and was between 1.65 and 1.7 meters tall. I was very curious about what kind of man this man should be. Walking quietly in the middle of the night, following behind the victim without making a sound, like a ghost in the dark night.
Just imagine, when you are walking alone in a dark and silent environment, a person follows you quietly. He was wearing black clothes and black shoes, which seemed to blend into the dark night. You feel terrified inside, as if there are eyes on your back in the night.
You walk faster and faster, but you feel that the thing behind you is also going faster and faster. When you finally hold back and look back, you see a face.
It was a smiling face, a face that looked at you and smiled.
It's a little bit colder, and you feel your neck getting hot.
You get hot all over, just watching him smile at you like this.
Your body is getting hotter, but your heart is getting colder. You want to shout, but you can't utter a word from your throat. You lie down on the ground and bid farewell to this world forever. And the murderer unhurriedly took off your high heels, put them on his own feet, and then walked away backwards.
You still only feel that your eyes are watching a pair of feet slowly leave, and finally disappear by the side of the road. Finally, you don't know anything.
In the dissection room.
Although the results of the autopsy have come out, I decided to see if there are any clues from the wounds on the corpse.
Both corpses had their throats cut, and when the two corpses appeared in front of us, we could clearly see that the wounds on the necks of the two corpses were obviously not in the direction of the force. Zhao Kaifang was 1.7 meters tall. The wound on his neck was cut from the right side of her neck to the left side. The wound on the right side was deep, while the wound on the left side was shallow.
This shows that the murderer drew from top to bottom.
And Luo Xiaolu was only 1.6 meters tall, and the wound on her neck was also cut from right to left, but it was a relatively gentle wound slightly upward to the left. The wound is also deep on the right and shallow on the left.
The two bodies tell us one very important detail, the murderer was not left-handed. The different inclination directions of the wounds of the two corpses also tell us that the height of the murderer is above 1.6 meters and below 1.7 meters.
"The murderer is a male with a height of 1.6 to 1.7 meters. He is a young man. He should not be more than 25 years old this year."
Guan Zengbin touched his chin with his hand, a little puzzled: "How can you tell that your height is between 1.6 and 1.7 meters?"
I pulled my hair with my hands, and while pointing to the wounds of the corpse, I showed them to the two people: "Look at the wounds of the two people, one is drawn down obliquely, and the other is drawn flatly upwards, which shows that There are two different movements when killing people."
I raised my arm, stretched out a finger pretending to be a dagger, and then swiped down suddenly: "This is the action when killing Zhao Kaifang, because Zhao Kaifang is taller than the murderer, so the murderer has to raise his arm , aimed at her neck, and then slashed down sharply, which formed such a wound."
I put my arm on my chest again, and stretched out a finger as a dagger: "And Luo Xiaolu is shorter than the murderer. If I raise my hand, it will not wipe my neck, but have my head shaved. So the murderer's arm is flat on his chest, horizontally." It touched Luo Xiaolu's neck, and due to the structure of the human body, at the end of the stroke, he raised his hand naturally, thus forming this mark."
Everyone nodded, and Gu Chen said, "As expected of a proficient profiler, you can know the murderer's movements just by imagining."
I was silent for a moment, and then said: "If the murderer is under 1.7 meters tall and only picks women, I think he must have been insulted by women, but it's hard to say now, after all, he only did one case and said Maybe the next one to die will be a man."
We pushed the corpse back, and I said, "But at present, we can only rely on these clues to profile the appearance and heart. However, since it is a happy killing, it will be similar this time."
At this time, a person rushed in suddenly, and said to us: "Sister Mary asked me to tell you to go over quickly, saying that there is something new."
"New discovery?" My eyes lit up, and I asked.
He nodded seriously, and then said: "After this case happened, someone accidentally found this story on the Internet that was exactly the same as the murder process, and they were surprised to find that the story was written before the murder, so we knew it must be He wrote it. And now, there's an updated story under that story."
"There's a new story?" Everyone exclaimed.
"Isn't that right? Everyone has gone to see it. Sister Mary told you to go and have a look. If you can catch him before implementing this new story, the characters in the story will not die."
"Walk!"