"Oh, by the way, according to his neighbors, his two favorite things are taking pictures and drinking. I heard that he likes to brag to others when he's drunk."
After the forensic examination, the preliminary assessment was: "Based on the degree of decomposition of the body, he should have been dead for more than six days."
He Meishu looked at the body lying face down on the ground with some discomfort.
"It's like this, he must have been dead for quite some time."
If the neighbors hadn't said that there was always a foul smell coming from the house, they wouldn't have realized that the man had died at home a long time ago.
Suddenly she remembered something.
He took out his phone, found a blurry photo and handed it to Captain Min Xingyu:
"Captain, this was taken by accident. Do you think the person in it looks like Zhou Keqin?"
Min Xingyu took it and looked at it carefully.
It is indeed Zhou Keqin.
Ah Zhi was a little confused and scratched his head: "But he is already dead."
How can you kill someone if you're dead
Min Xingyu glanced at him and said, "Jin Zhiwu has been dead for more than six days, while Zhou Keqin has been dead for less than six days."
"Yeah, how could I have forgotten about this?"
Ah Zhi patted his head, glanced at the tripod, and suddenly an idea came to him:
"Could it be that Jin Zhiwu took some photos and Zhou Keqin found out about it, so in order to get them back and not let the secret out, he chose to kill Jin Taisheng?"
"And he himself was also silenced for some reason?"
He Meishu took over the conversation and said, "If that's true, then this has nothing to do with the perverted serial murder case."
The forensic doctor gently used tweezers to remove a few strands of hair from the back of the deceased's head and explained:
"On the surface, it looked like he was suffocated by being put in a plastic bag, but in fact, his cause of death was probably a blow to the back of the head."
"Someone hit him to death with a sharp object, then put a plastic bag over his head, tied his hands behind his back, and tied a pink bow on him to make it look like a serial murder case."
Min Xingyu's eyes were sharp: "The serial murder case cannot be combined with the two recent cases. The murderer is not the same person."
*
Downstairs, Li Jingtai saw Su Qiao not moving for a long time, and gently bumped her shoulder: "What are you listening to?"
Su Qiao took back his things and put his phone in his pocket.
"nothing."
It turns out he's a kleptomaniac.
People like this deserve the bad luck.
Moreover, the murderers in these two cases were not the serial killer she was looking for.
Su Qiao had no interest in caring about these things.
Li Jingtai held her hand and said, "Let's go home. I bought some seafood and will cook it for you later."
"You bought seafood?"
"Didn't you say yesterday that you wanted to eat seafood? I ran to the beach today and bought some. Today I'll let you taste the most authentic seafood from Country H."
The two walked towards the car while talking and soon left the neighborhood.
*
The seafood dinner was quite satisfying.
However, after eating and drinking, Su Qiao had a headache dealing with a drunkard.
She sighed and helped the red-faced, drunk guy upstairs.
"You drink so heartily. I thought you were really good at drinking."
What's the result
As a result, after less than five cups, the person became like this.
"Xiao Qiao... you... how come you have three heads? Haha, no, it's... it's three Xiao Qiaos..."
"Three of me? That's wishful thinking."
Su Qiao grabbed his waving hands in the air, kicked the door open, forcibly brought him in, and pressed him onto the bed.
Just as I was about to get up to cover him with the quilt, I was pulled down and fell to the side.