Mingshu stared at the monitor, and the flashing light on the screen illuminated the bloodshot eyes in his eyes, "Is the murderer a woman?"
In several videos, there is a woman with long hair reaching her waist a few positions away from Tang Qian.
The woman is graceful, with hair and headgear covering most of her face, but from the dress and chin, it is likely that she is a beauty.
"The biological sex is male." Xiao Yuan corrected: "What appears to us and many people is the appearance of women."
Mingshu turned his face sideways, "Male disguised as a woman?"
"'Wonderland' is gay. This person often appears in 'Wonderland'. I suspect he is a lesbian." Xiao Yu'an said: "We previously focused on the man who appeared beside Tang Qian, but with Tang Qian. All men who have been in contact are excluded, this 'woman' is the only one who has been in the same frame with Tang Qian many times during surveillance."
"There's only one clue that the murderer might be a woman!" Mingshu said, "That's the point of cutting his lips!"
Xiao Yuan nodded, looking at the long-haired "woman" in the freeze-frame picture with a heavy gaze, "If the murderer is a gay man who is keen to dress himself up in women's clothes, then the conflict between this clue and other clues does not exist. The murderer He hated women in his heart, but envied the facial features of those beautiful women, especially the lips. He killed them like livestock, cut off their M-shaped lips and ate them. The lips may be a pain point for him.”
Xiao Man came to deliver materials to Mingshu, and was surprised when he heard the discussion, "Do you think this person is the murderer?"
Mingshu asked, "You know him?"
Xiao Manjian and Fang Yuanhang went to a gay bar for a drink, "Fang Yuanhang's little gay friend knows this person, and what is his name? It seems to be 'Lanlan'!"
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Because of his high enthusiasm for work and his special ability to say that Yu Dalong has finally had a bad luck recently, a little artist under his command has a sign of becoming popular, and he rushes to make announcements every day. The "harm" has caused him to fly all over the country all day long. It has been a long time since he went to a bar. Look handsome.
After returning to Dongye yesterday, Yu Dalong took two days off for himself. He went back to the rented house and fell asleep. In his dream, he actually dreamed of his big idol Mingshu.
It's a pity that the good times didn't last long. Before he could have anything romantic with Mingshu, the phone and the doorbell rang together.
"Which god is disturbing my spring dream!" Yu Dalong slammed the chicken coop head straight to the door, looking into the cat's eyes, it was actually his idol, his male god, standing outside!
Yu Dalong had only slept for a few hours, and he was not awake at all. He scratched his hair and said to himself while unlocking the lock, "Hey, I haven't woken up yet, alright alright..."
The door opened, and Ming Shu looked at Yu Dalong, who was drowsy, frowning.
Fang Yuanhang shouted: "Yu Dalong! Go back and get dressed!"
After being yelled at like this, no matter how confused he was, he was awake. Yu Dalong was shocked, "I, I, I didn't dream?"
Fang Yuanhang just wanted to kick this little gay guy, "Don't be stupid, it's business!"
Ten minutes later, Yu Dalong was neatly dressed and stood in the living room with a blushing face, like a primary school student who was caught doing something bad.
Mingshu asked, "Do you know Lan Lan who often goes to the 'Wonderland' bar? What's his real name?"
Yu Dalong said: "I don't know him, I just know this person, he, he is beautiful, he is the same 'model' as me, every time I see him, I will look at him more. But he should not know me. ."
"Has he revealed what his occupation is?" Mingshu asked again.
Yu Dalong twisted embarrassedly, "I guess he should be a model, but not from our company. Did something happen to him?"
At the same time, Xu Chun and others came to "Wonderland" again.
Both the boss and the guests said they had an impression of Lanlan, but like Yu Dalong, they didn't know Lanlan's true identity.
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Beicheng District, "West Moon" funeral home.
Incinerators work 24 hours a day, but cremators need to rest.
Usually, people will send their relatives' remains to the funeral home after the third zero o'clock when their relatives pass away, and wait in line for cremation, so the early morning is the busiest time for the funeral home.
The management of the "West Moon" funeral home is very user-friendly. The cremators do not follow the eight-hour work system. They can take a day off every day, and have four working hours a day. After consulting with colleagues, they can work shifts independently.
When it was time to change shifts, Niu Tianlan locked his mobile phone, wallet and other personal items in the cabinet and put on the cremator's gray work clothes.
Xiao Chen, who had just come down from the incinerator workshop, said in a loud voice, "Here comes Tianlan?"
There is a procedure that is not well understood by the outside world when a cremator takes up his post, which is to check whether the sound is loud and pleasant.
Candidates who were brushed down often complained that you chose a cremator, not a male host! What's the use of a loud voice? I have such a good tone, why don't I go to TV
Naturally, the cremator's voice can't be compared with the male host, but most of them are better than the average person, at least the voice is louder, and this kind of loudness is not annoying, but can make people feel righteous.
Because before the body is put into the incinerator, there is a farewell ceremony. This is the final farewell ceremony. The people who stand in front of the incinerator to send the deceased on the last journey are the closest relatives and friends of the deceased. The crematorium will preside over the ceremony loudly. There is only one minute of ceremony and blessings are given to the remains.
This does have a lot of requirements on the cremator's voice.
Niu Tianlan nodded, "It's hard work."
"Hey, we used to be in the same shift, and I'm not used to it after you change shifts." Xiao Chen said a little more, "Why are you changing? Didn't the early morning shift work well?"
Niu Tianlan laughed, "I'm too busy in the early morning."
"Hey, I said, you have been in the early morning for so long, so you feel busy in the early morning?" Xiao Chen said: "Busy is busy, but the performance pay is also the highest. You can switch to the morning shift now, um... It's good, but it's not as good as the morning after all."
Niu Tianlan still smiled, "It's okay."
Xiao Chen jokingly said: "Yo! As expected of the most beautiful cub in our village, this is a good laugh!"
Cremators secretly refer to the incinerator area as a "ghost village" because some new employees feel scared when they first join the company and often feel that there are ghosts around. The emotion of fear can only be adjusted by oneself. Some people adapt quickly, and they will be fine in a week or two.
In the past, a cremator who could not pass the psychological barrier left his job. He said that he worked in a "ghost village" every day, and all he saw were ghosts.
The others are gone, but the nickname "Ghost Village" remains.
In fact, the cremators are not particularly ugly, but most of them are very masculine looks. Niu Tianlan is more delicate, and the facial features are somewhat feminine. When they first joined the job, they were not cremators, but business administrators in the business hall. Later Only through internal competition, he was transferred to a cremator.
Everyone defined him as the most beautiful cub in the "Ghost Village".
Niu Tianlan took a look in front of the mirror, it was still early, and he did not leave immediately.
Xiao Chen is changing his clothes, and he has nothing to say. "Although there is a lot of money for this class in the morning, I will definitely not be able to do it. How early I have to get up."
Niu Tianlan said, "I live nearby."
Xiao Chen nodded, "Dragon Boat Road? That's close. But even if I live on Longzhou Road, I still can't get up. The house you rented?"
The "West Moon" funeral home is located on Longzhou Road. Although the funeral home has a collective dormitory, most employees are still reluctant to live in the dormitory, but at the same time they are also unwilling to buy a house near the funeral home, so many people rent and live in those half-dorms on Longzhou Road. in an old house.
"My parents' house." Niu Tianlan said.
Xiao Chen suddenly said: "Hey, didn't you say that a body was found on Textile Road a few days ago? Your place is not far from Textile Road. Do you know what happened?"
Niu Tianlan's hand holding the water glass froze for a moment, shaking his head, "I only know that it was a female corpse. I didn't look at it in Feng Shui Alley."
In any city, the murders that happen around you are the most likely to spark discussion. Xiao Chen became interested, "I know why you changed shifts."
Niu Tianlan: "Huh?"
"Are you worried about safety?" Xiao Chen said, "After all, something happened near your home, and the police haven't caught the murderer yet. It's better to work in the day shift than in the early morning."
Niu Tianlan said: "No, I feel a little overwhelmed by my body recently."
Xiao Chen clapped his hands, "Excessive indulgence?"
Niu Tianlan seemed to be a little annoyed, picked up the document and hung it around his neck, ready to leave, "Nothing."
When the door was about to close, the light in the room came out, and Xiao Chen was humming a song - after a day's work, he was always in a good mood. Niu Tianlan was backed by the light, and the inanimate smile on the corner of his lips gradually disappeared in the shadows.
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Dongye Newspaper Group, local news department.
"You want to ask for leave?" The head teacher at night was a middle-aged man with a bald head. He stared at Wen Ling with a pair of triangular eyes, as if he had heard something incredible, "Little Lingzi, you never ask for leave!"
"And Xiao Lingzi, I'm in my thirties." Wen Ling put on a rare look of youthful makeup today, wearing a winter dress she just bought, looking several years younger than her actual age.
She came to the newspaper office for an internship before graduating from university. At that time, she was young and beautiful, diligent in her hands and feet, and smart in her brain. Her predecessors called her "Little Lingzi". Call her "Little Lingzi". After so many years, "Little Lingzi" has become "Mr. Wen" and "Sister Lingzi". The night class teacher also saw that she suddenly changed her style of dressing. She remembered the past, and she didn't turn around and called. "Little Lingzi".
"It's not appropriate for you to ask for leave now." The night class teacher refused to approve, "I'm almost dead at the end of the year, so you still ask for leave? Who will do the daily headlines after you leave?"
"Who will do the headlines, shouldn't you, the director, worry about it?" Wen Ling said half-jokingly: "You said it just now, it's the end of the year, if I don't clear the annual leave, there will be no annual leave this year. "
"Why did you stop before?"
"Excuse me to ask? Which month am I free?"
The head teacher at night managed the loss, but the pen he was holding didn't fall down, "Little Lingzi, sister Lingzi, I know you are tired, I know you are working hard, we count you as the best in our department. You see so many plans are thrown at me now, you Just hold on for a few more days? No one is better than you to pay attention to the planning news of the people at the bottom. After this planning is completed, can you take annual leave again? Take it together with the Spring Festival!"
Wen Ling frowned, embarrassed and heartbroken.
This time I desperately wanted to ask for leave, mainly because I was persuaded by a male colleague, and probably because I was getting older, I stayed up late and had some mental problems, and even my courage became smaller.
The same night road, I used to walk without fear at all, but now I always feel that someone is following me.
Actually not at all.
The only time was when there was a tall woman in the back.
She plans to use her annual leave to make a good adjustment, and she also thinks about the way in the future.
But the night shift teacher was so earnest, she couldn't make up her mind again.
It is a wonderful thing to be needed. Wen Ling can stick to this position when all the women of the same class have left, and it is impossible not to love this job.
The planning news at the end of the year needs her to be at the helm, and the new people in the department need her to lead, which puts a lot of pressure on the night class teacher, who has been her teacher and partner for so many years.
"Little Lingzi, really, don't go!" The night shift teacher clasped his hands together, although his expression was a bit funny, he was also very sincere.
Wen Ling finally sighed, "Okay, old Zhou, but let's agree, my annual leave and the Spring Festival will be consecutive."
"It's all up to you!"
Wen Ling left the director's office, stood absentmindedly for a while, pinched her cheek, and said to herself, "Then go to work!"
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With the suspect's image, the investigation finally found a breakthrough. However, because the suspect wore heavy makeup every time he appeared, the face the witnesses saw was not his real face. As the investigation progressed, Mingshu discovered that, Everyone in the night show has a similar understanding of Yu Dalong, only that his name is Lan Lan.
In other words, he wandered around the night scene without telling anyone his real name and occupation, and the heavy makeup was like a delicate mask, faithfully protecting his secrets.
Once such a person removes his makeup and dresses as a man, those who have been in close contact with him are likely not to recognize him.
"When you go to a bar to have fun, most people will make up a false identity for themselves. Usually they won't tell others their real name, but there are not many people who can do this." Xiao Yuan said: "Ordinary people don't care about themselves anymore. The real information of the person, and occasionally reveal a few words inadvertently, he does not disclose it because he cannot disclose it.”
Mingshu said: "The nature of his work prevents him from revealing his identity? Important government departments? Positions with stricter requirements for private life? The profile can be more precise."
"It doesn't have to be a government department." Xiao Yu'an said: "The thinking can be more open."
Ming Shu threw the pen away, "Isn't it very likely that the murderer lives in the area of Textile Road and Guangdan Road? I suddenly thought of a very special place."
Xiao Yu'an said: "'West Moon' funeral home."
"Yes! Funeral home!" Mingshu said: "We have discussed that there are many people engaged in funeral business near Guangdan Road. Meng Shan noticed that she was being followed, but she didn't know who it was, and the residents of Guangdan Road couldn't provide any information. The clues show that it was normal for the murderer to appear on Guangdan Road at the time. He may be a practitioner in this industry. The staff of the funeral home are also practitioners in the funeral industry!"
"The self-employed people in Guangdan Road don't care about the exposure of real information, but the staff of regular funeral homes are different." Xiao Yu'an said: "There is another detail, Meng Shan and Tang Qian both have occipital fractures, and the murderer is in their heads. Each struck twice. This behavior may imply a habit of the killer."
Mingshu slammed his right hand on the table, "I remembered that one of the cremation procedures is to use a skull crusher to break the unburned head! I have seen them work with my own eyes. If all the bones are put in, only the larger bones can be broken, and this process usually needs to be carried out in front of relatives, so the cremator will be extra careful and try to complete the blow to the head within two hammers."
Xiao Yu'an said: "Go to the 'Xiyue' funeral home immediately, and focus on investigating the cremator."
"Yes!"
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Technical investigation work area.
Another batch of surveillance was delivered, and Zhou Yuan had brightly colored strawberries and peaches in his hand—he fell in love with this drink since Mingshu invited him to drink it and gave him some words of encouragement last time. , but I don't usually drink it, and only ask for a drink when faced with a difficult problem.
Xiao Yuan knocked on the door to enter, and Zhou Yuan said, "Xiao Bureau!"
"Is there a way to check out people who look similar to the suspect on social media?" Xiao Yuan asked.
At present, the serious crime team has drawn a portrait of the suspect according to the description of Yu Dalong and others, but the comparison of this portrait yields no results, and its makeup is a very troublesome interference factor.
Zhou Yuan said: "There is a premise that the suspect has uploaded his own videos and photos on social media."
Xiao Yu'an said, "Then it's hard for you to do a screening."
Zhou Yuan is not afraid of difficulties, but he doesn't understand, "Xiao Bureau, why are you sure, the murderer must have uploaded a photo."
"It's not certain, it's just an inference based on the logic of his actions." Xiao Yu'an said: "He cares about his appearance very much, enjoys being praised at night shows, and spends a lot of time putting on makeup and dressing himself up. I think he may not only Satisfied with enjoying compliments in reality, or once satisfied, but then gradually dissatisfied, so began to find a sense of presence on social media."
Zhou wishes to get through at one point, start immediately.
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"West Moon" Funeral Home.
"We don't have this person here." The person in charge of the cremation department shook his head one after another after seeing the portrait. "Our position is quite special, and we are all recruited by men."
"This is also a man." Mingshu said.
The person in charge was surprised, "Man? Can't tell."
Mingshu said, "Please bring up all the cremator's information."
The incinerator area is next to the management building, and Yi Fei and others are observing the cremators at work in the incinerator area.
It was evening, the peak period had passed, and it was a rare and more relaxing time of the day.
However, the word "relaxed" seems to never have anything to do with the funeral home. The place is always solemn and sad. A cremator loudly bid farewell to the body, and the paper fireworks were typed out of his hands, making a crisp sound in front of the incinerator.
Right next to the cremator, the door of an incinerator workshop opened, and the ashes and unburned bones slipped out. Shovel into the urn together.
The family took the urn from the cremator and walked away crying, and the cremator had a short break before the new bodies were transported from the processing room.
Xiao Man said, "Can you show me this hammer?"
The cremator was stunned, "Yes."
Xiao Man took it and immediately took out the measuring tool from the survey box.
As for the murder weapon, he has checked almost all hammers on the market, but in the simulated attack, the wounds they inflicted on the human head were all different from the wounds of the two dead.
The killer probably used a homemade or custom hammer.
Yi Fei asked, "How is it?"
After a moment, Xiao Man raised his head, "No accident, the murder weapon is this kind of hammer."
The cremator was startled, "Ferocious, murder weapon?"
Yi Fei asked: "Is this your custom hammer? All cremators have?"
The cremator nodded, "Yes."
Yi Fei returned the hammer to the other party and sent a photo to Mingshu, "Determine the murder weapon."
The person in charge called up the information, poured tea for the police officers who "occupied" his office, walked to the window dissatisfied, and looked at the policemen walking around the incinerator area, his eyes became even more disturbed.
All the cremators were hired through his interviews. He asked himself that he knew each of them very well. Some cremators would have psychological problems at a certain stage. In order to detect and solve them in time, he also took the initiative to use his spare time to study. psychology. Now that the police suddenly came to investigate the case, if it was really found that there was a problem with a cremator, he, the person directly in charge, might also be implicated.
Mingshu quickly looked at the photos of the cremators, and his eyes suddenly stopped on the face of a person named "Niu Tianlan".
Compared with other people, Niu Tianlan is obviously much more delicate, and his facial features are vaguely similar to the portrait of the suspect.
Mingshu immediately contacted Yi Fei, but Yi Fei said that Niu Tianlan was not in the burning area at this time.
"What are you looking for is Niu Tianlan?" The person in charge felt incredible, "He is the most reliable cremator here."
It was getting dark, and Mingshu suddenly had a bad premonition, "When does he go to work?"
"He is on the early morning shift, from 2 am to 8 am." The person in charge changed his mind after saying, "No, he changed his shift, and now he is on the morning shift. I'll give him a call, you wait. "
Niu Tianlan's phone has been switched off.
"It should be sleeping." The person in charge said: "In our business, there are always people who sleep at any time. He lives on Longzhou Road outside. This is the specific address..."
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Criminal Investigation Bureau.
"I found it!" Zhou Yuan shouted excitedly: "He is actually the anchor on the 'Crazy Cat' platform! The net name is 'Stubborn Lancao', and fans like to call him 'Lan Lan'!"
"It's hard work." Xiao Yuan patted on the back of Zhou Yuan's chair and answered the phone, "Team Ming."
"The suspect is probably Niu Tianlan, the cremator of the 'Xiyue' funeral home." Mingshu said as he ran to the police car, "Monitoring showed that he was the one responsible for burning Meng Shan's father's body that day. Changed to work in the morning. Now I can't contact my mobile phone. The crematorium has a day off at work. The day Meng Shan was killed was Niu Tianlan's rest day. He had time to commit crimes! Time selection, tracking the next target. Xiao Bureau, I suspect that he will start soon!"
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As night fell, all the dark sins began to spread out in every corner of the city.
On the "Crazy Cat" platform, the room of "Stubborn Bluegrass" has been fully monitored.
The anchor has not started broadcasting, and some fans are eager to see.
"Lanlan isn't open today?"
"I miss Lan Lan."
"Missing Lanlan +1, Lanlan has been so industrious recently."
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In the early morning, some departments of Dongye Newspaper Group were still lit.
The reporter who wrote the manuscript was a newcomer, and the writing was good, but lacked the basic elements of news reporting. Wen Ling cheered him up to guide him to revise the manuscript. He had to be busy with other layouts. When he was about to get off work, he was already dizzy and felt that he was really too much. Tired, I should not agree to the director, but I feel that leading new people to grow is a very fulfilling thing.
Life can be so contradictory.
At 3 o'clock, she was finally able to get off work. Wen Ling breathed a sigh of relief and parted with her male colleagues at a fork in the road. The reporter who had been instructed by her felt uneasy and wanted to send her off, but she hesitated for a while.
I want to accept the other party's kindness because I'm a little scared to go home these days.
But her long-term "female man" mentality made her unwilling to show weakness.
In the end, she smiled, rejected the reporter, turned around and walked into the familiar alley by herself.