When he got home, Guan Jin rushed into the room without looking back to change his wet clothes, and threw Lu Yunyang, an uninvited guest who was also wet, in the living room.
"Xiao Jin, I'm thirsty."
"The cup is on the table, don't you have any hands?" The voice was very impatient.
Lu Yunyang picked up a light blue porcelain cup on the table, looked at it with great interest, and went to the water dispenser to pour a glass of water.
After Guan Jin came out after changing his clothes, Lu Yunyang had already put down the cup he had finished drinking. "My clothes are also wet. I'm afraid I need to borrow yours to change."
Guan Jin glanced at him, and gloated a little while catching the water: "I'm sorry, I have a cleanliness addiction, and others can't wear my clothes."
Lu Yunyang said in surprise: "Cleanliness? Probably not. You don't mind the cup I've drank from."
"..." Guan Jin silently took the cup away from his mouth, put it on the table, and hurried to the bathroom.
"What are you going to do?"
"brush teeth!"
In the end, Guan Jin still found a nightgown for his special driver in view of the "uneasy conscience" of "eating people with short mouths and short hands". But what made him even more depressing was that the nightgown he wore to his calf turned into a thigh on Lu Yunyang's body. Che, it's amazing to be tall, a little muscular, thinking back then... Guan Jin can only rely on reminiscing about the past to console himself, and he feels very sad when he thinks about it.
"Hey, you're good at it, how did you practice?" Guan Jin was stimulated by the powerful muscles in his chest, and it was rare for him to gossip.
"Our children have been guided by professional coaches since they were young and learned various self-defense techniques. This is a tradition. You also know that personal safety is the pain of the rich." Lu Yunyang shook his head helplessly.
"I believe that if you shout out this sentence, there will be many people willing to suffer for you, and many people will want to knock your bricks." Guan Jin rolled his eyes at him.
"Are you willing to suffer for me too?"
"I will always stand in the ranks of knocking bricks."
Zhao Mengqi, who was called to the police station just after get off work, was fidgeting during the interrogation: "Officer, what's the matter with you, I've already told you, I'm not familiar with the patient. There's a typhoon tonight, if I don't go back sooner, I'll go out. Are you responsible for anything?"
"Don't worry, our colleagues need to verify your testimony a little bit, so once and for all, we won't bother you again. Come and have a cup of tea." Chen Qiaoyu smiled and put the cup in front of Zhao Mengqi.
At this time, the door opened, and Zheng Fei and Gu Xiang walked in. Zhao Meng saw this and quickly asked, "Have you finished your investigation."
"It's over."
"Then I can go?" Zhao Mengqi couldn't wait to stand up.
"Hey, what's the hurry, listen to the results of our investigation before leaving, sit down." Zheng Fei's tone was gentle, but his movements were rather ungentle and pressed Zhao Mengqi to the seat.
"The deceased Tao Fang, did you have anything to do with you during his lifetime?" Gu Xiang asked.
"I said, I have never dealt with her except seeing a doctor."
"According to our investigation, there were no serious problems with Tao Fang's previous examination in your hospital. Why does she keep going to see you?"
"She is hypochondriacal and has a problem in her heart."
"Really? But we found out that Tao Fang went to the third hospital for the first time six months ago, and it was the gynecology department, but she went to the ENT department the next day, which happened to be your day. But the strange thing is that you No medicine was prescribed for her, and no diagnosis record was made on the medical record." Gu Xiang took out Tao Fang's medical record.
"It's been so long, I can't remember..."
"Then let me remind you. The day after Tao Fang saw her doctor, someone put 10,000 yuan into her account, and the sender was you." Gu Xiang clicked on the remittance records.
Zhao Mengqi's face began to turn white: "I, I am—"
"In the next six months, you will almost remit money to Tao Fang's account every month, ranging from 5,000 to 20,000 yuan."
"I'm... let her help me invest!"
"Really? What about the benefits?"
"Lost."
Gu Xiang saw that he did not continue to ask.
Zheng Fei suddenly took out a small evidence bag and put it on the table: "Look, do you know me?"
Zhao Mengqi looked down, not knowing why.
"It's a piece of fake nails."
Zhao Mengqi shook slightly when he heard the words: "What does this have to do with me?"
"It fell off the finger of the deceased. She still had it on her hand before she entered the parking lot, but after her death, the nail disappeared for no reason. Do you know where he went?" Zheng Fei asked.
Zhao Mengqi wiped his forehead: "How do I know."
"Zhao Mengqi!" Chen Qiaoyu slapped the table suddenly, "You still want to hide it! This nail was found in one of your shirt pockets! How come the fake nails that were missing when Tao Fang died were in your pocket?!"
Zhao Mengqi's expression was like being struck by lightning.
"I don't understand? Because Tao Fang struggled a bit when you covered her mouth and nose. During the struggle, her fingers crossed your shirt pocket, and the fake nails slipped in, and you didn't even notice it. The protruding patterns on the other fake nails have white fibers hanging on them, which are the same texture as your shirt after testing. Also, trace amounts of chondroitin were found in the pockets of your white coats, the one that strangled Tao Fang. The ingredients in the infusion tube are the same! Excuse me, an ENT doctor, why do you have drugs for arthritis on your body?"
At this time, Zhao Mengqi was already stretched out on the chair, his face ashen.
"You hired the cleaner for an excuse, took an infusion tube from his car, and stuffed it into your lab coat pocket. As a result, the remaining fluid in the infusion tube flowed out and stained the inside of the pocket. Tell me, why? Kill Tao Fang?"
Zhao Mengqi was lying on the table, holding his head, and completely collapsed: "I didn't want to kill her, I really had no choice! When she came to see a doctor, she heard me discussing the red envelope with a patient's family about the operation in the corridor. I thought she recorded it with her mobile phone. The next day, she even swaggered to threaten me, saying that she would give the recording to the leaders of our hospital, and even send it to everyone. At that time, the crackdown on privately collecting red envelopes was very strict, and I was competing as the deputy director again. So I was very afraid that something would happen, so I agreed to give her money. Who knows, she didn't delete the recording at all, and she went even further, coming to me from time to time to ask for money. It's a bottomless pit! I really can't help it, I can't ruin it because of her After many years of career, I don't have so much money to stop her. Just happened to have a murder recently. I heard that the murderer seemed to strangle someone with an infusion tube. I thought it would be better to imitate him and no one would suspect me... I I really don't want to, I don't want to... As soon as I closed my eyes yesterday, I dreamed that her face was shaking in front of my eyes, and she wouldn't let me go even if she died... "
"I didn't expect that one would break through so easily." Guan Jin hung up Zheng Fei's phone and frowned.
"You don't seem happy?"
"It's nothing to do with the serial killer, we still haven't made any progress. Huh? What are you listening to?"
"I asked Gu Xiang to send me the recording of the interrogation." Lu Yunyang opened the ipad and released it.
Guan Jin also listened quietly together. Hearing it for the third time, he rushed over and pressed the audio, "Okay, I'm reciting it."
Lu Yunyang pondered: "I always feel that something is wrong..." He found the scene photos of several cases and looked at them one by one. Guan Jin leaned over and glanced at it a few times. He vomited. Seeing this kind of thing before going to bed was so distasteful.
Lu Yunyang put the frontal photos of the three deceased together side by side, his eyes lingering back and forth, and suddenly he suddenly said: "So it is, no wonder I always thought that Li Ling looked weird when she died."
"How?" Guan Jin looked at it carefully and found nothing wrong, all kinds of unwillingness.
"Look, when Li Ling died, her long hair was in front of her, covering her face in a messy way. In fact, no matter how hard she struggled, it was difficult for her hair to cover the front. Let's look at the first deceased, Li Xiuqin, at the scene of her death. One of the decorative silk scarves on the bag fell off and hung on a branch not far away. Usually that kind of silk scarves are tied to the straps of the bag with dead knots and will not fall off unless someone untied them deliberately. The question is who solves the problem Oh, what are you doing? The second deceased, Du Xiaoyue, had a dirty head and face, with traces of broken leaves and grass, why is this?" Lu Yunyang listened to this.
"..." Guan Jin felt as if he had caught some thread, but he floated away in an instant, "Don't sell it! Don't talk about pulling it down!"
"Sorry, I'm used to heuristic questions. I think the hair, silk scarves, and leaves are all done by the murderer, and there is only one purpose, covering."
"Cover? You say, cover the face of the deceased?" Guan Jin understood.
"Yes. The silk scarf was taken off by the murderer and used to cover the face of the deceased. The silk scarf was very light and was blown away at night. Du Xiaoyue has short hair, and there was nothing to cover around. The murderer took it from the bushes in the distance. Many fallen leaves fell on her face, but it was winter and there was a strong wind, so they were all blown away quickly, leaving only some debris. As for Li Ling, the murderer covered her with her long hair, and she died in all directions It's not ventilated, it's early summer again, and there's dew at night, so my hair is still sticking to my face."
"It makes sense, but how did you think of it?" Guan Jin asked sourly.
"I only connected when I heard Zhao Mengqi's last sentence, 'Her face kept shaking in front of me'."
"What he said was 'dream about her face shaking before my eyes'."
"It's fine."
"Is it so difficult to admit that I have a poor memory?"
"Yes, in this respect, you are unmatched." Lu Yunyang said that he was willing to give up.
Guan Jin felt a little more comfortable now, "Then tell me, why did he do this?"
"The murderer did not disguise the deceased in a special way, and the covering method was rough, so it was not guilt. I think it might be a ritual or symbol, and the deceased used this method to end a killing for himself. Contains some fear of the dead or dare not look directly."
"Sounds crazy." Guan Jin was a little skeptical.
"I'm a genius, so of course I'm talking." Lu Yunyang called Wen Jinghan as he spoke.
It was just connected over there, and before Lu Yunyang could say the word, he heard a strange voice: "Um... Get out!
Two people: …
Guan Jin stood up and said, "I'm going to drink some water." Then, with zero memory, he picked up the cup that he had vowed to sterilize and reused three times before, went to pick up the glass of water, and drank it.
The discordant voice just now sounded a lot like Wen Jinghan. Guan Jin automatically brought in Wen Jinghan's beautiful face, and his imagination ran away like a stray horse. Ahh! What am I thinking? It seems that I have been abstinent for too long, and my brain has gone wrong. Should I go out and have some fun at the right time to solve my physical problems
Dong Dong Dong, Guan Jin poured another glass of cold water.
Lu Yunyang sat silently on the sofa, staring at Guan Jin's "majestic figure" who was pouring cold water madly, with a hint of elusive emotion flashing in his eyes.