The two left the institute and left, and it was almost evening. Although Chen Lao had some scruples, he could see that he was very interested in the case. Before leaving, he personally delivered it, and promised to help them find clues about the skull helmet.
Bu Chonghua still had stitches on his left back shoulder, so he could only be driven by the disabled, Wu Yu. The parking at the entrance of the university was quite chaotic, and the big car was not easy to fall. It was only because of Wu Yu's superb technology that the SUV was poured out. Just as he was about to turn around, he received a call from Liao Gang.
Wang Tu from the technical team... Dad Wang fell in love with them again. Not only did he send the victim's body for a three-inspection, but he also dug three truckloads of broken grass from the rocky beach from the river bank, trying to dig out the killer from the three truckloads of dirt That invisible DNA. In addition, the attack on Liu Dongcai led by the Song Bureau and Xu Bureau has come to an end. The "Old Lianzi" collapsed after a long time of stubborn resistance. Not only did he explain the gang of thieves that ran rampant in the three provinces, but also all the old cases that had accumulated over the years Shake it cleanly.
But among these cases, none of them could have the slightest relationship with the 502 Skeleton Murder Case.
"I see." The SUV made a beautiful triangular U-turn under the sunset, Wu Yu heard Bu Chonghua say from the co-pilot: "This case has a new situation now, maybe we have to find a way to check the religious fanatics in this city. ."
Liao Gang thought he heard it wrong: "What, religion?!"
"Yes." Bu Chonghua briefly told him about his visit to Mr. Chen just now: "If this is true, then the murderer may be someone who usually lives in isolation and behaves strangely, but he will talk about the messy concepts of death, reincarnation, and classics. Men in Bian, it is difficult to find like-minded people in real life, and they are likely to seek resonance online."
Liao Gang was a little embarrassed: "This portrait is not easy to find, boss. There are only thirteen cities in the country with a population of over 10 million. We Jinhai are fortunate to be among them. Nine out of ten out of ten look like murderers..."
Bu Chonghua pondered for a moment, the setting sun passed through the front window of the car, casting a cold shadow on his side cheeks.
"If my guess is correct," he said slowly, "this man may also have an extraordinary passion for the relationship between men and women. Check those escort girls in the shampoo room, maybe there will be clues."
Liao Gang led the way, and Wu Yu glanced at him while driving.
Bu Chonghua immediately asked, "What?"
"… nothing."
The SUV was driving forward in the evening rush hour traffic. Bu Chonghua narrowed his eyes and looked up and down the silent profile beside him. After a while, he said, "Wu Yu."
"Yes, team."
"You're not a prisoner, and I'm not a prison guard. There's no one around now. You don't have to pretend to be in awe of me. Just ask whatever you want."
Wu Yu was silent at first, not knowing what he was thinking about, Bu Chonghua waited for him calmly. He didn't ask until the police car turned left at the green light and merged, "Why did you ask Deputy Liao to check the escort girls in the shampoo room?"
"Experience." Bu Chonghua said, "These days, cults are usually under the guise of orthodox religions that legally exist in reality. For example, Catholicism, Taoism, Tibetan Buddhism and other teachings are distorted and demonized. Pyramid-style brainwashing worship. Although the methods are renovated, the purpose of the crime is all the same, nothing more than money, female sex, and desire for domination. The cult leaders reported abroad are usually inseparable from sex crimes because of this.”
Wu Yu was thoughtful, and asked after a while, "So this case is really related to cult sacrifice?"
Their eyes met briefly, but Bu Chonghua did not answer, "Stop the car ahead."
The police SUV slowly stopped by the side of the road. Wu Yu didn't know why, so he followed Bu Chonghua around, and after a while he turned into a restaurant in the hutong with a bright sign: Chaoshan Casserole Porridge.
"Fried liver, fried bean sprouts, braised chicken nuggets, two pots of porridge." Bu Chonghua handed the menu to Wu Yu: "What do you want?"
Wu Yu lowered his head and rubbed the bridge of his nose, and said vaguely, "I'm just casual, and it doesn't look very good..."
"I'll pay."
"... The fish in the tank seems to be okay."
The two faced each other, Wu Yu's eyes were erratic.
Bu Chonghua was expressionless, looked at his transparent blood loss face, and handed the menu to the waiter: "Here's a steamed fish."
The waiter immediately said "Hey!" and went to the back kitchen to place the order.
It was the time to eat. The restaurant was very lively, but the food was served very quickly. The casserole porridge was salty and fragrant, the bean sprouts were fresh and refreshing, and even the fried liver was rich in meat, fat and not greasy. Wu Yu took the chopsticks and picked the chopped green onion on the steamed fish to the side of the plate as if nothing had happened. From the corner of his eyes, he observed that the leader had no reaction. He dug out half of the fish maw and buried it in his bowl. , and quickly dug out the other half of the fish maw.
Bu Chonghua just pretended not to see it, tapped the fried liver with the tip of his chopsticks, and said, "Eat it, I'll give you something to replenish blood."
Wu Yu made a "uh" sound on the surface, but Bu Chonghua observed him while eating, and saw that he only picked up the few bean sprouts leaves except for the fish, and didn't touch any other dishes with chopsticks.
"You don't eat offal?"
"… not very tasty."
"Where's the chicken?"
Wu Yu bowed his head perfunctorily: "It's alright!"
Bu Chonghua looked at him like that and felt that something was wrong, but he didn't think about it, he just heard Wu Yu ask vaguely with fish bones in his mouth: "So how do you check now, is it really related to cult sacrifices?"
"What do you think?"
"..." Wu Yu hesitated for a moment: "I don't know, I just feel that this... sounds too mysterious."
"I also think it's too mysterious." Bu Zhonghua paused and said, "Sacrificial sacrifice is a kind of ceremony, and a ceremony must include many indispensable elements: objects, sacrifices, seasons, and methods. If 502 kills people If the case was a sacrifice, the murderer wore a religious symbol with a very high degree of reduction and a very small popularity - a human head mask; a fifteen-year-old Nian Xiaoping was selected as a sacrifice - a girl; the crime was committed in a very extreme weather, so it may have A date with a special meaning - a rainy night. It seems to satisfy all our imaginations about cult sacrifices, but if you think about it, there is actually a crucial element missing."
"means?"
"Yes, the means. The killing process was too clean and decisive. One stab to death, and the murderer left. The murderer never showed any emotional connection to the sacrificial ceremony, not even a symbolic piety - do you remember what Chen Lao said? ?"
Chen Lao explained it very clearly to them just now: "...In primitive worship, the virgin symbolizes purity and detachment from the world. Her human skin, uterus, and leg bones are all materials for making instruments..."
Wu Yu was thoughtful.
"The murder process did not reveal the slightest need for the girl's human skin, reproductive organs, or skull and leg bones, but just stabbed the heart with a knife, and the corpse was immediately discarded. Compared with the strong sense of ritual, it is very contradictory, and there is a more important point."
Bu Zhonghua paused, Wu Yu subconsciously stopped his chopsticks and looked at him, only to hear him ask softly:
"—How can the murderer be sure that Nian Xiaoping is a virgin?"
The restaurant was full of people and dishes came and went. No one noticed that in a corner of the lively lobby, the two of them faced each other silently, with a paradoxical and bloody murder in front of them.
After a long time, Wu Yu lowered his head and picked up the chopsticks. He gave a short laugh: "... After you analyze it like this, I feel that this is a random murder case."
Bu Chonghua said solemnly: "I hope it's not random killing, but the case has indeed shown the characteristics of random killing."
Of all types of cases, random homicide is one of the most difficult to solve. Although the reasoning in detective novels is superb, and the modern criminal investigation technology is also changing with each passing day, in reality, the front-line criminal police investigation is still a boring visit, and the crowd tactics are the biggest magic weapon for solving many cases. If there is no motivation and no reason, there will be a lack of screening criteria and investigation directions, and it will be very difficult to screen clues from a large amount of boring information.
The murderer of the 502 case absconded, and now the golden search period has passed. If he continues to drag on, will he escape from Jinhai and disappear into the ends of the earth
Or, after discovering that the police are helpless, will he inflate his confidence enough to commit the crime again
Wu Yu suddenly stared at Bu Chonghua, hesitating to say anything.
"What?" Bu Chonghua raised his head and asked sensitively.
Maybe because Bu Chonghua's attitude was very patient along the way, Wu Yu hesitated for a while, but he still put forward his own views on the murderer: "You said that he may have killed randomly... If Nian Xiaoping was a sacrifice he randomly selected , is it possible that this is not his first crime?"
"I think so too." Bu Chonghua said, "But I have investigated similar cases against girls in the city this year, and more than 30 police cases have been ruled out, and..."
"You are investigating intentional injury and attempted robbery, right?"
"What's the meaning?"
Wu Yu said slowly: "The teenage girl may think differently from the police. The murderer had a distance from Nian Xiaoping before committing the crime. If he followed the victim before committing the crime last time, the little girl might not have imagined it. He's trying to hurt people, and even calling 110 won't say someone intends to rob, but will say—"
Bu Chonghua's expression suddenly lifted.
robbery!
If the murderer did not wear a terrifying skull mask during the tracking phase, but just followed the target with a knife, then when a teenage girl found an adult male following her, it would be difficult to think of what the other party was going to sacrifice to kill. Their first reaction was that there were hooligans with bad intentions!
Bu Chonghua took out his mobile phone, flipped through the address book, and made a call: "Hello, Lao Zhang? Was your command center doing a summary of last month's police dispatch records two days ago?"
Zhang Zhi is the person in charge of the alarm center. In the past two days, Xiao Sui sent by the Nancheng Detachment has almost stepped on the threshold, and even the floor of the office has been bald by three inches. Bu Chonghua ignored the greetings and asked straight to the point: "How many police calls were made of young women being followed, peeped, or attempted molestation in the city this quarter? Give me a summary and send it to me. The case in Silihe will be used, hurry up. !"
"Bu Chonghua, you son of a bitch, I spend all day in this rubbish retrieval system! Liao Gang, the big house of your house, just patted my chest yesterday and assured me that the case has nothing to do with harassment and molestation!"
Wu Yu was drinking porridge when he heard the word "big room" and almost choked on a grain of rice.
"He told the four deputy directors of their center to call the big room to the fourth room respectively. Don't pay attention to such low-level jokes. Hurry up and eat, I have to go back to the city bureau to work overtime." Bu Chonghua hung up the phone and took a chopstick to steam it. The fish drank the last mouthful of porridge, got up and said, "I'll go to the checkout."
Behind him, Wu Yu was about to pick up fish when his chopsticks froze in the air.
When Bu Chonghua paid the bill, he was forcibly presented two packs of mints by the proprietress. Before he could politely refuse, the phone suddenly rang again, and it was Director Zhang who was furious: "I'll tell you from the surnamed Bu, there is something wrong with your way of solving the case, this year. The number of related alarms in the first half of the year…”
Bu Chonghua frowned, answering the phone in one hand and carrying two packs of mint candies in the other.
- Wu Yu used the tip of his chopsticks to pick out the steamed fish he had just picked up, put it in a napkin, wrapped it up and put it at hand. Then he frowned and took a piece of fish meat, but didn't put it in his mouth, just stared at it with a trace of undisguised disgust on his face.
But he didn't say anything.
He pushed the remaining half of the fish, got up and wiped the corners of his mouth with a tissue.
At that moment, Bu Chonghua suddenly realized where the mistake he had just noticed came from—
On this table, Wu Yu didn't move a single chopstick for the braised chicken and fried liver that he used chopsticks more often; Wu Yu would switch to another side of the plate of bean sprouts that he picked up, deliberately avoiding the area that his chopsticks touched. .
Love and hate are clear, and the difference is clear.
On the other side of the phone, Lao Zhang's complaint continued: "... pranks, false police reports, invalid information, virtual numbers, all add up to the number of women who were followed and molested by the police in the first half of the year... "
Wu Yu walked towards this side, and Bu Chonghua calmed down: "How much?"
"Four thousand three hundred and twenty-nine!" Lao Zhang said with resentment: "Look for a needle in a haystack!"