The leisure area of the community was in the center of the community, and the scene of the murder was at the corner of the community. It would take a few minutes to walk there. The group dispersed, and Song Wen and Fu Linjiang were the last. In the afternoon, the sun is shining brightly, and the greening of this community is good. The branches of the green trees around are budding, and the flowers are blooming a lot. It is because the occupancy rate is not high and the population is sparse.
The two of them talked all the way, and came to the small garden. There are several stone tables and chairs here, which are for the residents of the community to rest. At this time, it was after one o'clock in the afternoon, it was the lunch break time, and no one was there.
Before everyone's food arrived, Lu Siyu had already opened the meal. The lunch boxes in front of him were lined up, from left to right, from meat to vegetarian. Holding a pair of elegant black chopsticks, he bowed his head and ate a hearty lunch in small bites.
Seeing this, Song Wen thought to himself, this person really deserves his status as the second generation of the rich, he really pampers himself, and he is not aggrieved at all.
The weather in May is neither too cold nor too hot. In the small garden, the environment is very good. Everyone discussed the case in the morning with each other without being embarrassed for too long. After two minutes, Song Wending's meal arrived.
As soon as the fast food came over, Lu Siyu realized that he had underestimated the economic difference between ordinary criminal policemen and himself. Each person only had one serving of rice bowls, which made him feel a little embarrassed and moved forward a few dishes. Pushing, "I have a lot of dishes, you can eat together if you don't mind."
Zhu Xiao and the others have been greedy for a long time, just waited for these words, and immediately raised their chopsticks. Especially Lao Jia, who vomited all over his breakfast. He was so hungry at this time that he didn't speak politely to Lu Si at all.
Everyone took the food and ate it in their mouths, and they were full of praise immediately.
"Delicious, this cooking is good."
"Alas, the stewed ribs are crispy and delicious."
"This shrimp is so fresh."
Song Wen looked at this group of gobbling subordinates, and said, "Okay, let's leave some for you guys." But he didn't let go at all in action. He took a piece of spareribs and put it on his lunch box. The ribs are sweet and sour, using naturally grown ecological black pork, wrapped in a layer of gravy, the entrance is a little sweet and sour, and the taste is full of freshness when you bite into it. The taste, but fresh ingredients plus a variety of high-end seasonings, coupled with perfect craftsmanship.
Song Wen has always felt that the best food is fresh out of the pan for the first time, and it will lose its taste if it is reheated overnight, but this pork ribs in his mouth can only make people eat a few more bites of rice. This dish is really delicious, it is definitely the level of the chef, from the tip of the tongue to the taste buds, it is a kind of enjoyment. Then try a few other dishes, one is more amazing than the other.
The table was full of people. After lunch, the criminal policemen evacuated before they finished their work. For a while, only Lu Siyu and Song Wen were left at the stone table. Lu Siyu lowered his head and packed the lunch box.
Song Wen asked him, "Did your family cook this meal?"
Lu Siyu didn't watch out for the always serious captain who suddenly asked him this, lowered his head and said, "I make it myself. I like to cook it when I'm free, but I'm not used to eating outside."
Song Wen licked his lips, still a little unfinished, and asked him again, "Have the records been made?"
Lu Siyu said: "Well, I remembered it all. I'll go back tonight to sort it out."
"Are you still used to it on the first day today?"
"fine."
"What do you think about this case so far?"
"I tend to commit crimes by acquaintances. The person who divides the body has a certain medical foundation." Having said this, Lu Siyu's hand paused slightly, and then said, "I think the purpose of the murderer is not necessarily to divide the body for the purpose of dividing the body. corpse."
Song Wen folded his arms and said, "How do you say it?" This was a bit confusing, but after thinking about it, he instantly understood what Lu Siyu meant.
"In classic cases, there are several reasons for dismembering and throwing corpses. The most common is to prevent people from discovering the identity of the deceased, to increase the difficulty of exploration, to hide the traces of the suspect, and to facilitate the disposal of the corpse. The second is, and Sex is related, killing and dismembering can bring pleasure to some people." Lu Siyu packed the lunch box and put it in his backpack, raised his head and looked at Song Wen, "But in this case, I don't think these two reasons are the same. ."
"Why do you say that?"
Lu Siyu shook his head, lowered his head and closed the bag, unwilling to say any more.
Newcomers always make subjective assumptions. The current criminal police work is actually very particular about reasoning. Every clue must be down-to-earth before the final conclusion can be reached. Lu Siyu's point of view seems to be too illusory. Song Wen got up and cleaned up the few. The disposable lunch box said: "Let's continue to check."
In the afternoon, Lin Xiuran took the corpse back to the police station first. The condition of the corpse was changing all the time. The earlier the autopsy, the better the case detection.
At two o'clock, the police dog was called in.
There are mainly four police dogs commonly used by Nancheng Bureau, and they are usually raised with the anti-drug side. This person, Fu Linjiang, is cheerful every day, not only being kind to people, but also getting along well with the police dogs in the team. When the dogs saw him, it was like seeing relatives, and they flew over and licked Fu Linjiang from top to bottom.
Three black and four flowers are the two who called the police today, both of them are experienced players. Fu Linjiang and Lao Jia led two dogs and took the forensic assistant to rummage through several nearby garbage dumps. By five o'clock in the afternoon, several blue bags that had been rummaged through came together.
Xu Yao turned over and sorted the items found in the bag into categories and stored them, ready to go back to the police station for further tests. Due to the May Day holiday, many garbage dumps were not cleaned up in time, resulting in a lot of harvests this afternoon.
In the bag were not only some corpses, a knife, but also several pieces of blood clothes that had been washed and cut into pieces.
After seven o'clock in the evening, Song Wen finally determined that there was no more clues to be found, so he ordered to stop work, and everyone got into the car. In the bureau, others can go home directly.
Previously, Lin Xiuran drove away in the bureau's special corpse transport vehicle, and three police cars were parked in the community garage. Xu Yao, Cheng Xiaobing and Zhu Xiao got into the car, and Lu Siyu followed Fu Linjiang and Lao Jia in the car. Over there, Song Wen was alone holding the car keys, "Ah, don't you think it's too crowded?" Several people from the criminal investigation went to the car. As a result, he was the only one in this car, which was obviously an uneven distribution of resources.
Fu Linjiang touched his nose: "But we and your family are really on the wrong track."
Song Wendao: "Why is it not going well? I'm going to see Dr. Zhou."
This was quite the way, but for a while, the other people bowed their heads and stopped talking.
Lu Siyu looked at the situation, his eyelashes trembled, and he took the initiative to stand up to relieve the siege and said, "I'll be with Team Song." As he spoke, he took the first step without fear, and the other three brothers were moved by Looking at him, I can't wait to give him a pennant to save the world.
Song Wen, a workaholic, especially likes to chat about work in the car. Who doesn't want to relax after work? In the past, everyone was forced to be helpless, but now that there is a newcomer, they justly left their captain and left.
Song Wen watched Lu Siyu approaching, squinting slightly at him, trying to figure out Lu Siyu's thoughts.
Just as he was about to get into the car, Lu Siyu stopped and said, "...I left my water glass at the crime scene."
Song Wen frowned and was a little helpless: "Little ancestor, why did you drop things again?" The water cup was left in the car at noon, and the water cup was left on the scene at night.
Fortunately, the keys on the property side were used as evidence and have not been returned. Song Wen handed it to Lu Siyu, opened the door and said, "I'll accompany you up there."
"No, I'll go by myself." Lu Siyu's words were a little frightened, like a newcomer who did something wrong, eager to make up for his mistakes, before Song Wen could answer, he turned and walked to the corridor alone and pressed the elevator.
Song Wen was not far behind him, looked at the elevator, but did not follow.
It was already dark outside, and there was a faint light in the corridor. Lu Siyu carefully slipped through the yellow cordon that was pulled, opened the door, and returned to the dismemberment scene when the lanterns first came on.
It was night, the living room was dark, and the faint smell of meat was still there. He didn't turn on the light. By the moonlight, he walked into the living room, picked up the thermos cup on the dining table, and put it in his schoolbag. Then he was not in a hurry to leave, but began to look around, his eyes shone a little in the dark, like a beast hidden in a dense forest, his eyes were sharp and calm.
Strange to say, the house looks completely different during the day and at night. Maybe because of the murder, the house at night is a little more gloomy. Based on memory, Lu Siyu walked to the door of the guard. The water was still half full, but the body was no longer there.
Lu Siyu closed his eyes, he missed the usual dinner time, and now his stomach is empty, and there is a slight tingling sensation. Ever since he was a child, he has hated the feeling of being hungry, as if life had been withdrawn from the inside of his body.
Lu Siyu couldn't feel the temperature around him, as if cold ice water splashed on him, leading him into the dark place. In that instant, he was the one squatting in the bathroom cutting the corpse, the humming of the juicer, the tickling of blood flowing, and the sizzle of simmering on the pot.
He was wearing gloves and a raincoat, and he cut off the head first, it was so in the way, the eyes seemed to be staring at him, he wrapped the head in plastic wrap, put it in the refrigerator, and then he went back to the bathroom , facing the headless male corpse.
The knife in his hand cut open the corpse like dissection, and blood spurted out with each knife. His heart was unusually calm, his movements were orderly, and he felt a little relieved. Only in this way can the knife edge be so smooth. , His speed is not fast. During the cutting of the wound, he did not see any panic, nor did he feel a trace of excitement. The knife went along the seam of the bone, separated the limbs, cut the flesh, and pryed open the ribs, as if completing a plot. long-standing task.
For a long time, he was immersed in it, using the concentration of all his senses to dissipate his loneliness and fear, and there was a strength in his heart that supported him and allowed him to do it all.
Juicing starts from the heart. He carefully took out the red organ, cut a few knives and put it into the juicer. As the machine buzzed and cut, the muscles and nerves inside turned into a pool. Red viscous juice, like a cup of red soy milk. Then there is the undigested chyme in the stomach, the liver is attached to the green gallbladder, and finally the intestines, which are pulled out from the corpse by the hands. In order to facilitate the juice extraction, he uses scissors to cut those organs into small pieces , is no different from dealing with those ingredients as usual.
Whenever the smell of blood became strong, he unscrewed the bathtub drain and began to change the water. He took ice cubes from the refrigerator and sprinkled them next to the corpse, then he put strips of breastbone and meat into the pot. Pressure cookers, stew pots, steamers, and all the containers that can be used, the flames rose, and the water began to bubble up, and a layer of foam rolled on it. It was the kind of strong meat aroma again, which seemed to be delicious with salt and pepper, and he divided the boiled bones into bags.
After all the work was done, he carefully checked it, and then turned on the water in the shower head, trying to flush out the blood stains. At the back, it seeped down through the cracks in the floor.
At both ends of time, Lu Siyu and the murderer looked at each other from a distance, as if they were having a silent exchange...
where is wrong? He seems to have forgotten something...
Lu Siyu pondered for a moment, and the knife in the other hand slowly cut down... What does this action mean