All creatures kill, almost without exception, but of all creatures, only humans kill for pleasure
-Mark Twain
In Huadu in July, the weather is already very hot, especially at noon.
Under the blazing sun, the asphalt road was steaming hot, and the nearby air was a little distorted.
It was during the lunch break, and the open space next to the sand factory was a little quiet. Only the occasional cicadas chirping from the trees could be heard. The bugs seemed to be tired, but there was a not-so-bright sound in the interval.
Five energetic children brought a football and occupied the clearing, driving the tranquility away.
Those children have just finished their final exams, like prisoners waiting for the sentence, before the results come out, they are having their last revelry.
Their experiences were exuberant, and no matter how hot the weather was, they simply took off their shirts when they ran sweaty, venting their nervousness and depression caused by the exam.
The tallest of the children passed the ball a little harder, and the spinning football suddenly hit a scrap car parked beside it with a bang, followed by a clatter.
The front windshield of the car has long been cracked. Such a blow made the tempered glass shatter, and the finely broken tempered glass slag fell on the front seat.
The children were stunned for a moment.
"Da Xuan... what should I do now?" A thin man realized that he had made trouble, and looked back at the tall boy who had made trouble with some fear.
The tall man is the oldest among these people, his name is Yang Zixuan, and he is also the leader of this group of children.
Yang Zixuan looked around, except for a few of them, there was no one around.
He is half the eldest, and he doesn't know his age. Yang Zixuan calmed down and said to the other children, "Don't be afraid, it's just a scrap car, the owner of the car is long gone, we'll pick out the balls and go play elsewhere. After thinking about it, he added, "None of you are allowed to tell anyone about this!"
The children quickly reached a tacit understanding and walked to the front of the car. This car is indeed very old, covered in layers of dust, and there are traces of wind, sun and rain on it, making it impossible to see the original color of the car body. The paint has peeled off in some places on the body, and some green grass even grows in the gaps, adding a little vitality to the old and abandoned car.
The broken windshield allowed the children to see the inside of the car. Although the interior was outdated, it was far less messy than the outside, and several seats were still clean. Yang Zixuan pointed to the thinner one of the children: "Ma Grasshopper, we carry you up, you go inside and pick the ball out."
The skinny kid called the grasshopper nodded.
They quickly took advantage of the fact that the adults were not there, and immediately began to act. The grasshopper was carried by several other older children, got on the front hood of the car, and then climbed into the car neatly.
"Be careful not to be scratched by the glass." Yang Zixuan told him, the children were a little nervous, if the grasshopper was injured, then this matter might not be able to hold back.
The grasshopper responded, and he lowered his lower body cautiously, and soon found the ball in the back seat.
Then the surprised voice of the grasshopper came from the car: "Hey, there is a wooden box under the back seat of this car."
"What box?"
"How can such an old car still have a wooden box?"
"What's in the box?"
The children were chattering away.
The grasshopper approached the box and moved his nose: "This box is a bit big, and it smells... a little strange..." He couldn't tell the smell, it seemed to be stinky, it had an indescribable musty smell, but it was a strange smell. , and was covered up by an unpleasant aroma, like the mothballs my mother put in the closet.
The grasshopper wanted to open the box, but after shaking it a few times, it didn't open: "This box is locked..."
The sight in front of them greatly stimulated the curiosity of these children, and they felt as if they had discovered the treasure left by the owner.
Yang Zixuan made a quick decision: "Take the box out and let's take a look."
The thin man on the side was hesitant: "This... is not good?"
"Anyway, it's a scrap car without an owner. I have kept this car here for several years in my memory. Even if we take something away, no one will know about it." Yang Zixuan said, "Besides what to be afraid of, let's just take a look, it's a big deal. Put it back later."
The grasshopper hesitated for a while, first threw the football out, and then carried the box out.
Yang Zixuan took the box, and Thin Monkey and the others pulled the grasshopper out again.
The grasshopper, as its name suggests, looks like a nimble bug, jumping off the front cover of the car gently.
Yang Zixuan looked down at the thing in his hand. It was a heavy wooden box. It looked larger than the wooden box for high-end red wine, and there was a small lock on it.
Yang Zixuan also noticed the strange smell of the box, he shook it, and some white fine particles leaked from the cracks in the wood.
"This can't be... what is it?" a child said timidly.
"It's not like..." Yang Zixuan shook his head, he had seen it on TV, that kind of thing was thin, but the white powder in front of him was a little rough, reflecting light in the sun, like some kind of chemical reagent.
"Daxuan, forget it, put the box back, let's go." The thin man felt that the box was a little weird, and whispered, "I'm a little scared."
"What a coward! There can't be ghosts in it, can you still eat you?" Yang Zixuan didn't want to give up, he picked up a stone from the side and smashed it against the lock a few times.
The wooden box was overwhelmed, and after a click, it quickly opened, and then he reached out and opened the lid.
A stronger smell wafted out, and Yang Zixuan couldn't help covering his nose.
The other teenagers leaned over and then showed some disappointment.
It was a box full of white powdery stuff, I don't know what chemical it was.
"I thought it was a precious thing!" Yang Zixuan felt that he had lost face, threw the box on the ground, and then kicked.
The box overturned, revealing something from the white covering.
"There seems to be something inside..." said the grasshopper, frowning. He dared to stretch out his hand to pull one of the strips.
Yang Zixuan also crouched down and pulled the white thing away. Now the children finally saw it clearly.
Covered in white foam, it was a pair of hands, to be precise, a pair of overlapping pale human hands, which looked like Halloween horror props, but there is absolutely no prop that is so realistic...
Although the broken part of the arm no longer bleeds, the edges of the flesh and the bones inside can still be seen.
Ahhh! !
Oh my God! ! !
Several children screamed and fled.
Half a minute later, the pale-faced Yang Zixuan bravely ran back from the other side of the road, stretched out his foot to hook, and picked up the forgotten football.
An unexpected discovery breaks the tranquility of a summer afternoon.
The parents of the teenager quickly called the police. Such a case attracted the attention of the sub-bureau. After they were led by the captain of the sub-bureau to investigate the scene, they quickly assessed that they were unable to detect it and applied for assistance from the major crime team as soon as possible.
Several police officers from the sub-bureau stopped the cordon and waited for the people from the serious crime team of the general bureau to come to the scene to hand over, so that the hot potato could be thrown out.
Under the scorching sun, the sun was shining brightly, and several scrap cars were scorching hot, and there was not even a place to shelter from the shade.
The two policemen were sent to stay at the scene. There was really nothing to see at the scene. People nearby felt terrible and unlucky when they heard about it. no one.
The two policemen were really bored, so they squatted not far away and chatted. The two were a young police officer who had just graduated from the internship, and the other was an old grassroots police officer who had been bald for more than ten years. They gossip and gossip. There is a clear generation gap.
The old policeman lit a cigarette and opened his mouth first: "I didn't expect this to be so uneasy recently."
The little policeman has never seen anything in the world: "Yeah, I don't know who did it. Looking at that hand, I feel a chill in my heart. Has the forensic doctor of our precinct come to see it?"
"I saw it, but I didn't dare to move it, saying it was a woman's hand. I also came here. Although the car was a scrap car, it was very clean. There were only a few valid fingerprints. Later, it was compared to the children who found the scene. Left. I guess, when the people from the General Administration come, they will have to check it again."
The little policeman was stunned: "It's a female victim again? It seems that several major cases have been female victims recently."
The old policeman took it for granted: "There are many female victims, and most of the offenders are male. The ratio of males to females has become increasingly imbalanced."
The little policeman was very worried: "Then this case is quite difficult. There is no name written on the broken hand, and the identity of the victim cannot even be confirmed. No wonder the captain immediately called the serious crime team when he saw it."
The old policeman took a breath of the cigarette in his hand: "I see this case, and the serious crime team may not be able to do it."
Hearing this, the little policeman couldn't help but argue a few words: "That's not necessarily true, I heard my senior brother say that Captain Lu of the serious crime team is young, he came back from overseas, his brain is active, and he broke several times when he rose up. It's a big case, and several old leaders in the bureau like it very much, so focus on training." The little policeman argued, and then added, "I heard that he is quite handsome."
"The key to being a police officer is to be able to solve a case. You are handsome and useful." The old policeman couldn't hear the moon circle in foreign countries.
The little policeman felt that his concept was getting old: "Criminals know no borders. Even if the technology is not in place, the concepts are the same. Some things, such as those, criminal mental portraits, are excellent from abroad."
The old policeman said: "Foreign methods may not be easy to use. Look at our general bureau. A few years ago, a behavior analysis team was created with great difficulty, and it broke up after two years."
While the two were talking, a young man walked over from the opposite side, a tall, thin, curly-haired boy, who came to greet them.
The two policemen hurriedly stood up. The old policeman had just talked about people behind his back. At this time, he felt a little guilty, and he thought, holding a cigarette butt, that this might not be the Army Corps, right? It also looks too small.
The boy reported himself: "Are you from the sub-bureau? I'm Qiao Ze from the serious crime team."
Just as the old policeman breathed a sigh of relief, Qiao Ze frowned and said, "Pinch off the cigarette, this is the scene." Then his eyes swept around the scene, "Where are your leaders? Are you here?"
When the two policemen heard this, they thought, as expected, they are from the serious crime team.
But as the saying goes, the first level of the official college crushes people to death, and the sub-bureaus feel that they are half short when they see the general bureau, not to mention that they are from the serious crime team. , I will send a message to call him back immediately."
Huadu, also known as Huadu, is a super-large city with a population of 25 million.
There are a total of nine police districts in Huadu. There is a general bureau. Outside the criminal police department of the general bureau, there is another serious crime team. It is to deal with such very bad criminal cases with few clues.
At this time, the leader of the serious crime team, Lu Junchi, also arrived at the scene. He parked the car in the parking lot not far away, and then walked over.
When Lu Junchi walked out of the parking lot, he could already see the cordon stopped by the police in the distance, and he walked quickly through the open space next to the sand factory.
This open space used to be used by a sand factory to store sand and soil. In order to separate it from the surrounding space, there is a wall at the end of the open space.
There is more than one old car here, and the football of the teenagers hit the oldest one among them.
Lu Junchi watched from a distance for a while, then quickly approached.
The case checked by the sub-bureau will be checked again according to the procedure after receiving it here, to ensure that there are no mistakes or omissions.
Lu Jun nodded at him late, lifted the cordon, and walked through the crowd.
Beside the scrap car, a clean young man in his early twenties was holding a record book and was ruthlessly complaining about the police captain of the branch. That person was the youngest investigator in the serious crime team, Qiao Ze.
"... The next time this happens, wait for us to come after receiving the alarm and judge the situation, and deal with it in a low-key manner. You see, several people have come over here, and you have also visited around, which is simply making the matter known to everyone. It wasn't discovered by our network monitor, it's already been on the hot search..." Qiao Ze spoke quickly, and pointed to his mobile phone.
The old detective captain of the sub-bureau was getting older and seldom used his mobile phone. He was a little confused by what he said. He looked at it intently. The mobile phone in the boy's hand opened a software interface that he had never seen before.
The old captain apologized slightly: "We will definitely strengthen network monitoring in the future..."
Qiao Ze put away his mobile phone and sighed, feeling that the old captain and him were not on the same channel: "The key point is not this! The murderer put things here, and also did anti-corrosion treatment, maybe he will come back to check, originally After we have checked the scene, we can make a monitoring arrangement and wait for the rabbits, the murderer will definitely not come after your toss."
"Qiao Ze!" As the words came to this point, Lu Junchi whispered the boy's name, reminding him to show mercy to the old captain.
The young man turned his head back, immediately understood, no longer fired after the gun, turned his head to the old policeman and said: "Captain Zhang, if you see something wrong next time, after investigating, protect the scene and contact our serious crime team as soon as possible..."
After saying this, Qiao Ze ran to Lu Junchi's side and put on a dog-legged expression, "Captain."
Lu Jun snorted, standing in the sun, tall and slender, with a stern face, wearing only a simple shirt, the collar was not fastened, revealing a little skin.
Lu Junchi is as his name suggests. He is very handsome, with bright eyebrows and a straight nose. His handsomeness looks a bit aggressive, but when he communicates, it makes people feel that he is very gentleman, meticulous and patient.
Lu Junchi was wearing a dark shirt today. In this summer when the heat is fading away, the dark color is very absorbing, but the temperature around him is a bit lower than a meter away.
Since the automobile industry changed human history, there have been some scrap cars in every city. They are parked alone somewhere in the city, like the solitary grave of a small car.
Those abandoned cars are abandoned by their owners for various reasons: old age, breakdowns, car accidents, accidents with the owner...
Once the disposal of a scrap car exceeds its value, abandoning it becomes an option. There are very few people who are willing to write off their scrap cars according to the process. Many scrap cars are parked on the side of the road or where no one is paying attention.
Lu Junchi looked at the scrap cars, stretched out his hand and rolled up his sleeves to his elbow, put on his gloves and asked, "Has the case been handed over?"
Qiu Ze said: "This box was found by a few children who were playing football. They panicked and the scene was not well protected. Afterwards, the police have recorded statements from those children, and the abandoned car was parked here. For at least five years, the box was originally placed under the back seat of the car, and they took it out out of curiosity. They didn't expect to see a pair of hands after opening it..."
Lu Junchi turned his head to look at the two hands that had been put into different bags by the forensic doctor, separated by a layer of plastic film, it could be seen that the fingers were long and slender, and the fingerprints and palm lines were very clear.
It was a pair of women's hands, which had apparently been chopped off for some time, and had been treated with certain embalming, revealing a pale gray color.
The hand is extremely quiet and alive, like a fine work of art.
It is clearly something that everyone has and can see everywhere, but now it seems so unfamiliar, which makes people feel terrified.
It was separated from the body with knives, and you could feel the pain inside just by looking at it.
And it's in a place where it shouldn't be,
Who is the owner of these hands
Who is the murderer who made her so far
"Have you found anything else?" Lu Junchi took out his gloves and put them on, looking at the scene, inferring the situation.
Qiu Ze shook his head: "Only a few fingerprints and footprints of the child were found in the car, and there were no valid traces left on the box. It is estimated that we will have to wait for further test results."
Lu Junchi frowned slightly, and it sounded that the scene where the hand was severed was too clean. There is no sign of even coming to check it again, is the murderer just to store these hands here
The priority now is to determine the identity of the deceased, but there is very little information these hands can provide.
There are a lot of people in the city, floating people, and missing people. Just relying on the stump of a pair of hands, fingerprints, blood type, DNA, and scar analysis, these things are not enough for them to confirm the identity of the deceased.
Qiao Ze continued to report: "By the way, and I have already asked someone to check the identity of the owner of this scrap car."
"These hands are definitely not left by the car owner. No murderer will put his loot in his car." Lu Junchi said here, suddenly remembered something, he turned to Qiao Ze and said, "Make an application and mobilize the police force of the branch. , find all similar scrap cars in the city, and look for similar boxes in the car."
There are thousands of junk cars in this city, and Lu Junchi has a hunch that maybe other cars will have similar information.
Qiao Ze got the captain's order and hurriedly said, "Yes!"
The author has something to say: Special note: This article is overhead, and the job setting and organizational structure are overhead.