After dinner, the three of them went to Zhou Xiao’s home and checked his computer and mobile phone. Lin Dongxue was in charge of reading the chat records on the computer. When a beautiful woman checked the chat records and mailbox, Zhou Xiao was very ashamed. Standing beside him was sweaty and nervous. Down.
Lin Dongxue said: "You have so many emoticons on QQ."
"I... I do this."
"No wonder there are so many editing software on the desktop, interesting, and this kind of work...Do you know this person?"
"Yes, it's a colleague who worked in the past, don't worry, he doesn't have a 1.9 meter."
"what about this?"
"The friend in the game is an uncle. He doesn't live here."
After checking it again, Zhou Xiao can answer every chat record. It seems that they are not left by Li Personality. Li Personality does not seem to like to use social software. Zhou Xiao said: "Sometimes I have less money suddenly. , But my mind is bad, I can’t remember, now I think about it, that guy must have spent it... Alas, it’s not a fuel-efficient lamp!"
This reminded Chen Shi. He checked Didi’s taxi records, and confirmed them one by one with Zhou Xiao. There were several addresses Zhou Xiao had visited. Those were the food bureau, bathing center, and second-hand market. They are all places Zhou Xiao doesn't usually go to.
Xu Xiaodong said: "Would you like to visit these places?"
Chen Shi said: "No need, the murderer won't stand there and wait for us." He asked Zhou Xiao, "Are there many personal friends in the house?"
Zhou Xiao said, "I don't know!"
"For example, your girlfriend, just noticed that you have been peeking at her. Isn't that the type you like?"
Zhou Xiao admitted shyly, "Yes."
"So I think that Li's personality is just doing what you have long wanted to do but didn't have the guts to do. Maybe that person, you have also met in reality."
"I don't usually go out. Where can I meet a man of 190? Could it be that..." Zhou Xiao's expression changed.
"What did you think of?"
"I think of a man of 190! He is called the Silent, a patient in the mental hospital, but we have not spoken. The others are as their name, and never speak, but I am not sure if his personality is very similar to him. Cooked."
"The Silent?"
"Uh, it's a nickname made up among the patients. It should be Wu. I forgot what I called it. By the way, my nickname is the landlord. At that time, I was quite wondering why I was called the landlord. I now understand it must be Li Personality nonsense." Zhou Xiao thought about it again, "Yes, it must be him who I saw last night! That body shape, the walking posture, and the injured hand."
"Do you know anything about him?"
"The Silent Man used to be a construction site worker. I heard that he was very unfortunate when he was a child. His mother went out to play mahjong all night and threw him at home. He suffered a cold and had a high fever and burned his brain out. His intelligence was a bit low, and he smirked when he saw people. Later, his mother remarried, and his stepdad took him as a burden and sang him all day long. As for his mother, if her love for her son could have one-tenth of the love for mahjong, she wouldn’t do it like this. The silent person can’t speak, he just yells if he needs anything, just like an animal, his stepdad is annoying, he burns him with a cigarette as long as he yells, then he doesn’t dare to scream anymore, he doesn’t care if he pee gets into his pants. Yeah, the stepdad said he was crazy. The person who found the neighborhood committee issued a certificate of mental disorder and sent him to the mental hospital. He has never been taken care of since then." Zhou Xiao said he was worried, "Everyone in that place With an unfortunate past, we are a bunch of monsters to society, but no one has ever asked who made the monsters!"
"Since he can't speak, he certainly can't write, how do you know this." Chen Shi asked curiously.
"His biological father said that his father had visited him several times, and every time the silent man screamed and begged his father to take him away, the patients who saw him were sad, but his father was very poor and he couldn't take care of him. I can't help him either."
"Which one you live in is called Rehabilitation to the Psychiatric Hospital?"
"Yes! The name is not formal, it is private. The dean originally wanted to get an Internet orchestration organization. He heard that it made money, but he didn't approve it. So he turned it into a mental hospital and recruited some professional qualifications casually. No one came in to work as a caregiver. The way to deal with us is to take medicine, take medicine, and take medicine non-stop. Whatever pipothiazine, sulpiride, haloperidol, I feel nauseous and nauseous when I hear it."
"What medicine?" Lin Dongxue asked.
Zhou Xiao repeated it. Lin Dongxue checked it on her mobile phone and showed it to Chen Shi. Chen Shi nodded, "They are all medicines that have the effect of curing schizophrenia, haven't you discovered it?"
"Treat a ghost, those medicines will only get sicker the more you eat."
The Tiantai Rehabilitation Psychiatric Hospital disappeared in the fire five years ago, and the information of all personnel was burned, as if it had never existed. Now if you want to investigate it, you can only rely on inquiries. Chen Shi asked: "Among your patients, there is a dragon. Is it safe?"
Zhou Xiao thought for a while, and said, "No."
"What's the name of the dean?"
"Called... Qin Wanmu."
Since Zhou Xiao couldn't ask anything, the three of them said goodbye and told them to contact them immediately if there was any situation before leaving.
Back in the bureau, they checked the name "Qin Wanmu" in the household registration files. There was a suspected dean, who was relatively close in age. He was from Tiantai City. The files showed that he had run a rehabilitation institution before. It's blank.
Chen Shi said: "I remember that the male deceased was also a rooftop person. Will it be related to a mental hospital?"
Lin Dongxue said: "Do you think it is revenge for murder?"
"Don't rule it out!"
Lin Qiupu is investigating the situation of the deceased. Judging from the clues he has so far, the deceased has nothing in common with the dean except for being a rooftop person. His occupation is just a company employee.
The surveillance around the scene of the crime found a lot of them, and they all captured the characteristics of the murderer. Several witnesses were found around. They said that they saw a tall man who was wrapped in newspaper in his hand that night. The hammer-like object exudes a dangerous atmosphere.
The clue was broken right here, which made the entire task force very frustrated, and could only switch directions and go to the police stations to check the information of the migrant population. However, the murderer seemed to have never applied for a temporary residence permit. No one knew where he was now.
On the evening of November 14th, the second murder occurred with exactly the same modus operandi...