Mingshu just put the rose candy in his mouth and turned around and asked, "What?"
Zhou Yuan came in with a notebook, "A few days before Meng Shan was killed, I had been watching a TV series called "Red Dust and Rivers and Lakes" all night."
Fang Yuanhang said: "This show is so popular, I'm watching it too."
Zhou Yuan was surprised, "Fire? I've never heard of it."
"You are too far behind." Fang Yuanhang laughed: "I never pay attention to fashion."
Mingshu reminded: "Don't talk nonsense, Zhou is willing to continue."
"It's like this, from the time Meng Shan is chasing dramas, we can analyze her work and rest rules." Fang Yuanhang called up his own timeline, "She watches dramas from 7:00 p.m. to 3:00 a.m. She is on bereavement leave and doesn't have to work during the day. I guess she sleeps at home in the morning. As for what she is doing in the afternoon, I can't judge for the time being. What's strange is that every night around 11 o'clock, Meng Shan's playback records are stopped. It was also at this time when Shan's neighbor heard the noise from Meng's house, so what was Meng Shan doing at this time a few days before the incident?"
Fang Yuanhang said, "Take a shower?"
"Do you want to watch it after taking a shower?" Zhou Yuan said, "it's also possible. But aren't girls afraid of computer radiation? Take a shower in the middle, and have to wash your face when you go to bed after 3 o'clock? I think it's a bit troublesome."
Fang Yuanhang said, "You don't understand women anymore."
Mingshu said: "She may also cook a late-night snack for herself, or go out to buy a late-night snack."
Fang Yuanhang immediately reacted, "Is the murderer following her when she bought a late-night snack?"
Mingshu said, "I'll go to Guangdan Road again to see."
At the beginning of the night, the wreath on Guangdan Road was hissed by the cold wind, which at first sounded like a gloomy cry.
In addition to wreaths and paper figures, there are also some stalls selling malatang and pancakes on the road. Although the smell of waste oil is intoxicating, it adds a little vitality to the deadness of this street.
Mingshu asked one by one, and the stall owner said that Meng Shan had not bought a late-night snack here recently. At the end of the question, an aunt pointed to the opposite street, "Go there and see, there are many young people living here. I think this street is too dark, and I have to go to another street to buy breakfast."
The street next to Guangdan Road is called Wuming Street. The old man who sells Meicaikou Meat Pie stared at the photo and said, "I've seen this woman before. She comes to me every night to buy cakes."
"On December 11, she also came to buy it?" Mingshu asked.
The old man thought for a long time, "Come here, come here."
Mingshu asked, "Is there any difference between her and usual that day?"
"She's weird every day." The old man said, "She always urges me to hurry up. I said that the cakes have to be baked one by one, and she won't get up quickly. She said she was afraid."
Mingshu said, "Afraid?"
"She's always looking around." The old man didn't care. "I think there are bad people around. Hey, how is this possible? How many years have I set up a stall here, and it's very safe!"
Guangdan Road, Mengjia.
"Meng Shan suspects that she is being followed. According to the owner of Shaobing, she doesn't seem to know who is following her or why she is being followed." Mingshu walked around in the living room, "Before the incident, she looked like she was being followed. She bought sesame cakes a few days ago, but didn't eat them—Mr. Xing's autopsy report clearly stated that the contents of her stomach had been emptied. Then there is only one possibility, that Meng Shan brought sesame cakes home and planned to eat them at home , but before he could eat it, he was killed by the murderer who followed. After that, the murderer not only cleaned the scene, but also took Meng Shan's sesame cake."
Xiao Yu'an also rushed to Guangdan Road, standing between the door and the corridor, "Meng Shan suspects that she is being followed, and at night someone knocks on the door, so it is impossible to open the door easily, the door has cat eyes, who is standing outside? , she can tell at a glance."
Mingshu said, "So you also think that Meng Shan was attacked from behind by the murderer before she could close the door after opening the door?"
Xiao Yuan nodded, "The murderer immediately closed the door after pushing Meng Shan into the room. Meng Shan struggled and called for help. The noise heard by the neighbors must have occurred at this time. Because of the huge disparity in strength, Meng Shan was quickly subdued by the murderer. "
"Looking at it this way, the murderer is likely to be someone Meng Shan doesn't know." Ming Shu's expression became solemn, "Meng Shan is beautiful, and has the habit of going out at night to buy supper. She is a woman who lives alone. She was targeted by the murderer at the time. I have already figured out Meng Shan's social relations. She is very introverted, and her outstanding appearance has not made her confident. This is most likely because she feels about her family and her parents' occupations. Inferiority. She has no debts, no emotional disputes, and is almost a transparent person in the company. I haven't found out that anyone in her acquaintances has a motive for committing the crime. I now highly suspect that the murderer is a serial killer targeting beautiful women who live alone. Meng Shan was not his only target, not even his first target. He was too calm when killing people. Teacher Xing said that the murder weapon was a hammer with a diameter of 4 cm in contact surface. After that, only one blow was made to complete the killing."
"We analyzed last time that the murderer only killed her, not violated her, so what the murderer wanted was not Meng Shan's beauty." Xiao Yuan said, "Meng Shan lives alone, which is the key to the murderer's success, but Meng Shan's beauty is not what the murderer wants." Shan's living alone has only started in the last few days. The murderer either targeted Meng Shan after Meng Yonghui's death and became familiar with Meng Shan's whereabouts in just a few days, or he had been targeting Meng Shan for a long time, but because Meng Yonghui died There is also a seriously ill old man at home, and he can't start."
Mingshu stroked his hair, "The murderer will still commit crimes, so he has to make a criminal profile right away!"
"Men are very familiar with Guangdan Road and Textile Road. They are people who have been in these two places for a long time." Xiao Yu'an said: "He killed Meng Shan without venting his anger or seeking money or sex. The strangest thing is that he killed Meng Shan. Meng Shan put a poke of dog hair under her tongue. The 3 cm sharp wound on Meng Shan's lower lip may indicate that the murderer destroyed Meng Shan's lips or took it directly. In some serial murder cases, some murderers The victim's kidneys were cut off, and some chose sex organs, but there seems to be no precedent for cutting off the lips."
Mingshu once again thought about the "bladder case" investigated by the special operations team. The reason why the female murderer killed so many young men was just to get their "healthy and energetic" bladders. She thought that eating their bladders was better than beauty. Hospitals and eating health products can keep you young forever.
And the older generation has always had a saying, "Where to eat and where to make up".
Mingshu said while thinking: "The murderer is a psychopath, he is not satisfied with his lips, but he likes Meng Shan's lips. The 3mm sharp wound is the proof that he cut off Meng Shan's lips, and he threw the body In the trash can in Feng Shui Alley, it was for the stray dogs there to gnaw on Meng Shan's face, so as to cover up his act of cutting off Meng Shan's lips."
Xiao Yu'an stared at the picture of Meng Shan on the screen, and did not speak for a while.
Ming Shu called: "Xiao Bureau?"
"Your thinking now is getting more and more perverted." Xiao Yuan said.
Mingshu was stunned, "Isn't it right?"
He would have thought that this possibility was influenced by the "bladder case". If he hadn't personally interrogated the witch in the first half of the year, he would not have analyzed that the murderer had eaten Meng based on the 3mm sharp weapon injury. Shan's lips.
"There's nothing wrong, just a sigh." Xiao Yu'an said: "A good criminal policeman must be able to stand in the perspective of criminals, analyze and understand their psychology. If you think so, there is no problem. But I have a question - the murderer has a problem with himself. His lips are dissatisfied, and he hopes to change the status quo by eating the lips he likes, so why doesn't he kill men?"
Mingshu didn't react immediately, "It's easier to kill women?"
Xiao Yuan shook his head, "You also think that the murderer is a male, right?"
Mingshu understood this time, and immediately frowned, "The murderer is a man, he is dissatisfied with his appearance and wants to 'eating where to eat', then he should aim at men! No matter how beautiful a woman's lips are, it is not suitable for long. on a man's face!"
Xiao Yu'an said: "But this is based on the inference of 'what to eat to make up for'. What the murderer's purpose is, it is still uncertain."
Mingshu clutched his temples, "Also, what does dog hair represent? If the murderer still commits crimes, where would he choose?"
This is almost an unsolved problem.
A good criminal police officer must be able to understand the psychology of criminals, but even the best criminal police officer cannot predict the murderer's next move when there are insufficient clues.
The only person who knows the next target of the perverted killer is the killer himself.
Mingshu took a deep breath, rested his head on Xiao Yuan's shoulder, stared at Xiao Yuan without turning his eyes, and didn't speak, just stared straight at him.
Xiao Yuan raised his hand and covered his eyes.
"This is to close the eyes of the dead." Mingshu said.
He was holding his head up at this time, and his neck was slender and beautiful. As soon as he spoke, his Adam's apple rolled gently, affecting the weak muscles of the neck.
"You want to be mad at me again?" Xiao Yuan said.
Mingshu sighed, "I thought about it, but I've never been angry with you. You can see through what I do and what I think."
Xiao Yu'an said, "Thank you for your compliment."
Mingshu blinked in his warm palms, and suddenly held Xiao Yuan's wrist, "The charging is complete. I'm going to investigate the recent disappearance case!"
Among all the towns under the jurisdiction of Dongye City, Fengsheng Town in the northwest is the most developed. The local government has led the people to develop rural tourism many years ago. Now almost every household runs hotels, restaurants and farmhouses. .
Throughout the year, only the period from December to the Spring Festival is the off-season for tourism in Fengsheng Town.
The farmhouse of Zhou Changyou’s family has been open for nearly five years. When it first opened, it was one of the farmhouses with the best hardware facilities in Fengsheng Town. Now that five years have passed, the newly opened farmhouses around have already caught up in terms of scale and decoration. came up.
During the peak of the autumn tourism just past, Zhou Changyou watched with anger as the travelers who had booked their rooms online would rather not make a reservation and stayed next door after observing on-site.
When the off-season came, Zhou Changyou called his wife and several children together to discuss and decided not to do business this year. He would renovate the land that had not been used all the time, build a garden, and then build a house for the spring next year. After that, guests do not have to crowd in the old house, but can enjoy flowers, drink tea and play mahjong in the garden.
Zhou Changyou is a person who is quick and resolute. After making the decision, he immediately hired a group of construction workers to excavate the open space behind his house.
This excavation revealed a corpse.
Wrapped in flour sacks, the body was so badly decomposed that it was difficult to tell if it was a man or a woman, but judging from the hair on its adult arm, it was most likely a woman.
Zhou Changyou was so frightened that he sat on the ground and gasped, "This, this, what can I do with this?"
"Call the police!" said the eldest daughter of the Zhou family.
"I can't report it! I can't report it!" Zhou Changyou said, "Speaking of this, the whole town knows that a dead man was dug up in our house, let the guests know, who would dare to come to live in our house!"
The second son of the Zhou family was also frightened, and poked the pocket outside the body with a fork, "I, I have seen the exact same pocket in our kitchen! This person, no, couldn't be killed by someone in our family, right? "
Zhou Changyou was even more horrified, "Why don't we get rid of this? As if we didn't exhume the body of this show?"
The only outsiders who saw the body were three hired construction workers. Zhou Changyou was afraid that the matter would be stabbed out, so he gave each of them 10,000 yuan as a "hush money".
That night, the body was thrown into the river outside the town.
In winter, the water level is low and the flow rate is slow. When Zhou Changyou threw the body, he ignored it because there was no light around. Early the next morning, the old man who got up early to exercise by the river had already found the body that had not drifted downstream with the river.
"It's rotten to this level, and it should have been more than a month since he died." The town police station immediately dispatched the police after receiving the case. The only forensic doctor in the town, Lu Houcai, took a careful look at the body, "It's strange."
Deputy Director Tong Xue squatted aside, "Of course it's strange, he's been dead for at least a month, and only now appears in the river, if the body was thrown a month ago, the body must have been swept away by the river, it could only have been thrown recently, But why did the murderer do this?"
"It's not that strange." Lu Houcai pointed at the corpse's face, "Look here."
Tong Xue quickly waved his hand, "I don't watch it."
"Look!" Lu Houcai became angry, "The deceased is wrong here!"
Tong Xue glanced reluctantly.
"The deceased's lips seem to have been cut off." Although Lu Houcai is also a forensic doctor, he has worked in the township for most of his life and has seen murder cases, but it was all the passion of the townspeople because of small disputes. Nothing has ever been experienced.
"Lao Tong, isn't there a notice from above? Any suspicious cases must be reported to the Criminal Investigation Bureau." Lu Houcai said, "You hurry up and report both suspicious points. First, the deceased is about a month after his death. It was thrown into the river, and secondly, the upper and lower lips of the deceased are suspected to have been cut off by a sharp weapon!"
Tong Xue felt that Lu Houcai was too fuss. It was the end of the year, and the Criminal Investigation Bureau was very busy. How could the elites in the bureau have time to deal with such small cases
There are corpses in the river. This is probably the most common case. Which village and town has not appeared
But as soon as the case was reported, the Criminal Investigation Bureau responded immediately—the serious crime team set off immediately.
Tong Xue was surprised that he heard it wrong, "Heavy, serious crime team?"
The body has been transferred to the Fengsheng Town Funeral Home, and Xing Mu silently conducts a preliminary autopsy.
Mingshu did not evade and stood by the workbench wearing a mask.
His face was so small that when he put on the mask, most of his entire face was covered.
At this moment, his eyes shot a fierce light, and the eyebrows squeezed out different shades of wrinkles.
If it was not certain that Meng Shan had her lips cut off by the murderer after her death, the appearance of this corpse has confirmed most of his inferences.
After all, the probability of losing lips is extremely low. The victim lying on the workbench may have been killed by the same perverted murderer like Meng Shan.
If this assumption is true, the murderer has already started the crime at least a month ago.
Mingshu's palms are slightly hot.
How many people has the murderer killed in a month
What about a month ago? Are there still victims
If the murderer cannot be found immediately, how many people will become the murderer's ghost
"The skin of the deceased's hands and feet fell off, in the shape of a glove, and the soft tissue had decayed. Now it is autumn and winter. Forensic doctor Lu is right, and the time of death is more than a month." It's the same as Meng Shan's situation."
Mingshu's voice became colder, "Is it also a fatal blow?"
Xing Mu said: "It can only be determined after the autopsy."
Mingshu asked, "What happened to the lips?"
"It was indeed cut off by a sharp weapon." Xing Mu raised his head to look at Ming Shu, "The corpse has been decomposed to such an extent that some traces of death are no longer discernible, but at least the fact that her lips were cut off can still be seen. "
Mingshu took two steps forward, looked at the victim whose face before birth could no longer be identified, and a few seconds later said to the team members who came with him: "I will do a DNA test immediately, and compare it among women who have disappeared in the last two months. "
"The body was only thrown into the river in the last two days. Before that, she should have been buried somewhere. Trouble, this transfer must have destroyed the original dumping site." Xing Mu complained while continuing to do the autopsy. When opening the mouth of the corpse, there was a sudden "ah" sound.
Mingshu frowned deeper, "Dog hair?"
"No." Xing Mu scraped out a lump of floc with a tool.
Mingshu asked, "What is this?"
"Half-rotten hair, but it's not like dog hair. I'll do an inspection later." Xing Mu said, "Leader, can this case and Meng Shan's case be merged now?"
Mingshu nodded, "The murderer cut off their lips and put hair in their mouths."
Xing Mu said angrily, "What kind of monster is this? Not only did he kill people, he also cut his mouth off!"
Ming Shu left Xing Mu and Lu Houcai to do an autopsy at the funeral home, and brought a few team members to the place where the body was found.
There are many people gathered by the river. The footprints of the corpse thrower must have been destroyed long ago, but the body was thrown into the river in the last two days. No matter what the mentality of the corpse thrower is, whether it is the murderer or not, it is very likely...
Thinking, Mingshu turned around and calmly observed the crowd around him.
People fear death, hate death, and shy away from death.
This is actually not accurate.
What people fear and disgust is the death of themselves and their relatives and friends, and the death of strangers, people usually hold a curious and watch the excitement.
Otherwise, on all occasions where bodies are found, there will not always be circles of people around.
A wave of people had seen enough and left, and the vacant position was immediately occupied by the people behind.
One more glance, and one more post-dinner conversation.
Mingshu heard someone vividly tell those who didn't see the corpse what color the corpse was and what the rotten skin looked like. The audience cheered the venue with expressions of surprise, fear, and disgust that clearly inspired the narrator, who spat his saliva in the audience's face with excitement.
They make people feel mean, vulgar, bad taste, and even cold-blooded, but in fact, their reactions are more than normal.
Mingshu looked away from them, swept through the crowd like a precise radar, and soon settled on a khaki face.
An old man who looked to be in his fifties.
He was wearing a black padded jacket, his hands were not in the pockets of his jacket like most people, but were bent in front of his abdomen, repeating the movements of clenching and releasing.
He stretched his neck and looked around, looking in complete panic, the wrinkles on his face contorted vividly.
The young man standing beside him also looked flustered, which was in stark contrast to the folks around them who were excitedly discussing.
Mingshu told Tong Xue to bring the old man and the young man back to the police station.
As soon as Zhou Changyou asked, he hired him, dug up the ground and dug up the body. He was afraid of affecting the business and rushed to throw the body in the river. He collapsed, and at the end he kept begging, "I beg you, don't tell me about this. My family lives on the farmhouse business, if anyone finds out, my business won't be possible!"
Tong Xue scolded Zhou Changyou for being legally blind, and Mingshu felt helpless for a while.
Zhou Changyou didn't look like he was lying, but the Zhou family had completely destroyed the burial place in order to hide the fact that the body was dug up.
"That's right, it's here." The eldest daughter of the Zhou family anxiously pointed to a piece of land that had been dug up in a mess, and defended herself: "I wanted to report the case, but they didn't dare..."
The trace inspectors passed by carrying the investigation box, and Mingshu asked, "Are there many people coming to this place?"
The eldest daughter of the Zhou family shook her head, "There is nothing here with the street behind your back. Who would come here? Even our own family members are too lazy to run here. If we hadn't expanded our farmhouse this time, we wouldn't have come here."
Mingshu said: "No one will usually come, but if someone comes, you won't know."
The eldest daughter of the Zhou family was stunned and nodded, "That's true. Someone wants to frame us, right? My brother said that the sack for the body is the flour sack in our kitchen!"
Mingshu immediately asked, "Where?"
"It's burned."
Xiao Man came back with a dark face and a bad tone, "There's nothing left!"
Mingshu also had fire in his heart, but he couldn't show it in front of the team members. He patted Xiao Man on the shoulder, "Don't panic, the identity of the deceased is already being determined."
Beicheng Branch, Criminal Investigation Detachment.
Xiang Tao fell into contemplation as he looked at the intricately patterned wooden cards in the evidence bag.
These cards were just found from Huang Yan's house and were made by locust trees. If you guessed correctly, they are "ghost cards" that are common in some northern villages.