After school was over at noon, Tao Yueyue settled for lunch near the school as usual. On the way back to school, she suddenly felt that someone was following her. When she looked back, a boy in the uniform of No. 6 middle school hurriedly hid behind the telephone pole.
Tao Yueyue, who instinctively repelled strangers, immediately speeded up and returned to the classroom. Many of the classmates who did not go home at noon were taking a lunch break. The boys gathered together to play games. Wei Zengmai was lying on her seat, watching the girl comics on her mobile phone. giggle.
"Mary, it seemed that someone was following me just now." Tao Yueyue said.
"Huh? Male female?"
"A boy, I seem to have met him, he belongs to our school."
"Hey, shouldn't anyone have a crush on you!"
"Thinking about it all day long!"
Tao Yueyue returned to her seat. Her noon entertainment was to take out a thick masterpiece to read. Wei Zengmai came over and asked the topic just now, "Is that man handsome? Is he tall?"
"I have no idea!"
"Oh, don't you usually don't want this. Have you ever received a love letter? Or have someone you like."
"I like Stendhal."
"What class is he in?"
Tao Yueyue knocked on the author's name on the book.
"Cut, fuck me! I said it's in reality."
"You only want me to say that you are reconciled." Tao Yueyue flipped through the book carelessly.
"I understand!"
"Understand what?"
"You have an Electra complex..."
"Don't talk nonsense!" Tao Yueyue's cheek flushed.
"You must like the older brother type, so these boys in the class are not in your sight."
Tao Yueyue narrowed her mouth in disdain, catching something out of the corner of her eyes, she turned her head to see that the boy was sneaking at her out of the window just now, and then suddenly retracted her head.
At the same time, Chen Shi and the police were in a wasteland on the outskirts. A charred female corpse was lying in a dirt pit. Chen Shi judged from experience that the corpse was burned after death. The murderer burned it thoroughly. TA smashed the female corpse's face first. , And then opened her belly, sprinkled a lot of combustion aid on her abdomen and body, the whole body had shrunk a circle because of the incineration, and it looked dry and thin, with only a pitch-black skeleton.
Peng Sijue was collecting the skin fragments of the female body. Chen Shi squatted down beside him and said, "Can you tell the time of death?"
Peng Sijue shook his head, "This burning method will have a big error."
Lin Dongxue sent several people to monitor the intersections nearby, and searched for any traces around. The police found some shoe prints, a tire print, and some fabric fragments, which may be the clothing of the deceased that was raised by the heat during the incineration. .
Throughout the afternoon, Chen Shi walked back and forth in the corridor, anxiously waiting for the results. The first autopsy report showed that the deceased had intensive blunt injuries on the head, but it was no longer possible to distinguish whether it was caused by the burning.
The internal organs are almost all burnt. Neither stomach content nor liver temperature can be used as a basis for judging the time of death. You can only vaguely conclude through the plants at the bottom of the corpse that the time of death is within a week.
The skin on the fingertips of the deceased was cut off. It seems that the murderer deliberately wanted to conceal her identity, but DNA identification revealed that the corpse was Lin Xiaoxiao.
Hearing the result, Chen Shi said: “Maybe the fingerprints were removed not to conceal the identity, but for other purposes, Lao Peng, can you further investigate the fingerprints on the box of the footwasher.”
"We are doing it."
Monitoring is more troublesome. There are too many vehicles passing through the intersection within a week. They need to be checked one by one. After two days of continuous rotation, everyone is almost blinded. The answer was only on the morning of October 10th. It was a black SUV that passed the intersection on the evening of October 1st. The tire prints were basically the same as those left at the scene. However, through the license plate tracing, the owner claimed that his car was stolen. The time was October 1, the owner had already called the police. The police station can find the record.
All clues point to the missing date on October 1, except for Peng Sijue's laboratory results. After in-depth identification, it was found that Lin Xiaoxiao's fingerprints left on the foot washing machine box had a level of oil secretions far lower than normal.
In other words, the person who held the box in both hands and handed it to Father Lin that day may be Lin Xiaoxiao, who is already dead, or another person who used the skin removed from the deceased to make fake fingerprints on it in advance.
The whole case was shrouded in a cloud of mist. When everyone was investigating the case in the morning, Chen Shi was sitting in an empty office with a cup of coffee in his hand, his brows furrowed, and after a few days he didn't rest well, his eye circles were a little bit fluttering. black.
Although the body was discovered, the case was re-characterized, and now there are a lot of clues that can be followed up, but the most critical one has fallen into a dead end. There is no turning point, which makes him puzzled. How did the master behind the scenes let the dead? "Resurrection" was witnessed by three unrelated people!
It’s not that he didn’t think about the disguise technique, but also inquired about some information. The reality disguise technique is not so mysterious. Cosmetics change facial muscles, so the fake face is only static. Like a mask, it is impossible for even the biological father to be fooled.
Another, it is very difficult to imitate another person. Chen Shi himself held another face, but when the real Chen Shi appeared, he found that the temperament, micro expressions, and small movements of the two were very different. It is impossible to imitate in a short time.
There is also sound, which is the most difficult to copy.
He imagined a bunch of possibilities, and the final answer was all three words—impossible!
This is simply an impossible crime, extremely clever, making him feel a little admiration while frustrated.
There was footsteps behind him, and I knew it was Peng Sijue by listening to the movement. Chen Shi asked, "Any new discovery?"
"I found out that when you started a case, your mind was full of cases. I'm very sorry, there is nothing new to discover."
Peng Sijue pulled the chair beside him and sat down, "Today is your'birthday'."
Chen Shi thought for a while and smiled, "Yes, my'birthday'."
"I haven't taken a shower these past two days, you look haggard, or just take a day off today."
"Oh, it's rare to hear you care about people."
Peng Sijue took out a cigarette. Since it was a special day, Chen Shi made an exception and did not refuse. He took it and lit it and inhaled it. He was very happy. He said, "Do you think Zhou Tiannan did this case?"
"When there is no evidence, I generally don't have any ideas. No matter how many ideas are nonsense, it is better to do something practical."
"Let's discuss it! It's really boring."
"Don't get into the horns. The cases that were solved only a few years later are not one or two. The serial homicides back then have not been answered yet."
"You mean to say that as long as I meet Zhou Tiannan, I will lose!"
Peng Sijue made a gesture with nothing to say.
"He is indeed a professional criminal, with first-rate psychological quality, tactics, and anti-investigation awareness, but he is not without weaknesses. The corpse can obviously be buried on the spot, but he throws it there and waits to be discovered. It’s like throwing me a problem to see if I can’t solve it. He is very arrogant. Killing is like a game for him. Maybe the clues have appeared long ago, but we didn’t realize it!"