This discovery surprised everyone. The trauma to the back of the head was the only major trauma in the body of the deceased. It was obviously the cause of death. Six years later, the murderer actually used other killing methods.
Peng Sijue held the head of the deceased to observe calmly, and then pushed the lips of the deceased away. Generally, the back of the head received a huge impact, and there would be bleeding in the mouth and nasal cavity. The teeth of the deceased were covered with blood.
He poked his teeth with a rubber gloved hand and found that the front teeth were a little loose, so his subordinates handed over a iron ruler.
Inserting the iron ruler into the deceased’s teeth and prying it open, Peng Sijue said: “Several teeth are loose, there are frayed teeth, bleeding spots on the gums... Someone has pried her mouth.”
Then he took a flashlight into the deceased's mouth. Chen Shi also went to the side to look at it. Chen Shi clearly saw that the deceased's oral mucosa was damaged and seemed to have been roughly stuffed into a hard object.
"Is it prying open your mouth to find something?" Chen Shi guessed.
"Scissors!"
Everyone lifted the corpse and moved it to a tarp, and then Peng Sijue cut the deceased’s clothes from the neckline. Under the dress, the deceased was naked, but there was an indentation left by the bra on the chest, indicating that the murderer was the first to kill. Then she stripped off her clothes and changed into this skirt.
When the abdomen was cut, everyone exclaimed that there was a longitudinal opening in the abdomen of the deceased. Since the deceased was lying down, there was not much blood flowing, and the skirt itself was red, which was not visible from the outside.
Peng Sijue opened the wound in his abdomen, and he could see the bloody internal organs. He was afraid that the examination here would contaminate the body, so he stopped and asked someone to bag the body first.
"Wait!"
Lin Dongxue came over and checked the numbers in the hands of the deceased. She had seen six corpses. She was already familiar with this string of numbers, and the handwriting was exactly the same as before. She said, "Weird, the same handwriting and the same number, but the killing technique has changed. ."
"Maybe it was an accident!" Chen Shi stared at the deceased's face, "Did she... have seen it somewhere?"
"It seems familiar."
"Cai Tingting!" Lin Qiupu said, everyone's gaze fell on his face, "The second deceased in 14 years."
"It's really similar." Chen Shi only saw the photos last night and was impressed.
"It can't be a person. That corpse was cremated long ago." Lin Dongxue said, "A closer look shows that this person is a bit older and fatter than Cai Tingting. Could it be... I remember that Cai Tingting is a twin. She has a sister!"
Lin Qiupu immediately called to investigate. Sure enough, the deceased was Cai Tingting's twin sister, Cai Yating. In order to make sure, he sent someone to Cai Yating's home to inquire again.
Back in the car, Chen Shi asked Lin Dongxue: "Did you go to the scene of the first murder case in the morning?"
"Yes."
"Is anyone there to make a memorial service?"
"Yes, the community security said that there is a man who burns paper every year. From the characteristic point of view, he should be Zhang Jinlei, and Yue Chao didn't lie."
"Not only did he not lie, but he was not suspected. The deceased was murdered at about ten o'clock last night. At that time, Yue Chao was arrested by us. By the way, let you listen to something..." Chen Shi put aside what Yue Chao said just now. To Lin Dongxue.
After listening, Lin Dongxue said, "I can't imagine that there is such a hidden story. The investigation back then was really not detailed enough."
"It's not necessarily. It's just that after many years, some things are no longer confidential... By the way, do you want to see Zhang Jinlei?"
"Well, is it necessary? Why are you paying so much attention to the first case this time?"
"Because these six... No, seven serial homicides are exactly the same. I think the first murder was the source. If you dig a little bit, there may be clues."
Lin Dongxue looked at him and smiled, "Your implication is that you don't have a bottom in your heart now?"
Chen Shi shrugged and smiled. Indeed, there is no outline of a suspect in his mind. It is better to start the investigation from the first murder case down-to-earth.
Lin Dongxue said: "Team Lin said that we only investigated this case for three days, and not so much time was spent. After three days, there is no breakthrough. We will wait for next year... I hope there will be results this year. The girl was killed, it hurts to think about it."
Zhang Jinlei's current job is a freelance illustrator. The two came to his studio, knocked on the door, and saw the ID Lin Dongxue was holding in his hand. Zhang Jinlei let them in without saying a word, and then sat by the window to continue. Paint.
Chen Shi saw many of his works hanging on the wall. There were some beautiful women in the picture, but the other half of the body was white bones. The contrast is creepy. The tone of these paintings is all red.
Seeing the two of them admiring these paintings, Zhang Jinlei said coldly: "It is a series of works called'Withering'."
"Although I don't understand, but I can feel this mood." Chen Shi complimented.
Zhang Jinlei showed a sneer expression, his eyes didn't move a bit from the drawing board, "It's just a business interjection, it's not a sunny day."
"I remember that you weren't an art student before, and you majored in finance at university. Why did you choose this industry?" Chen Shi asked.
"I didn't go to university at all. That incident hit me too much. I suffered from depression and tried suicide several times. My family quarreled with me about this and forced me to go to school. I had to run away from home. Working. I had a very painful life in those few years. I always think of her. I hate your police incompetence, hate yourself for incompetence, and often have some extreme thoughts. Later, I found that painting can calm me down, so I kept painting. Painting, I didn’t expect to make a living from it."
There was a suppressed resentment in his tone, and Lin Dongxue tried to enlighten him, "I can come out of the shadows..."
The paintbrush in Zhang Jinlei's hand snapped off with a click. He snapped the pen and stood up and stared at Lin Dongxue. Every time I write a pen, there will be bleeding on the white paper, and she looks like she is dead! You police are just bystanders forced to participate in the misfortunes of others. Don’t think that you can be superior to others’ lives. Point your finger, you never thought that after a tragedy happened, when you finished your work brilliantly, how much pain was left for the parties that would not be healed in a lifetime."
Lin Dongxue was frightened and took a few steps back.
Chen Shi felt the years of resentment exuding Zhang Jinlei's body. He was a sunny and energetic boy in the archives, but he was like a different person in front of him. He was thin and withered, with long hair and shawls and sunken eye sockets.
As the saying goes, Chen Shi can also feel the suffering he has endured in his heart over the years.
Chen Shi comforted: "Don't be impulsive. We are in the same position as you. We all hope that Yan Qilin's tragedy can be grievous. I came to you today and I hope you can provide some clues."