The small room and hall were crowded with police officers. Along the windowsills, under the walls, and between the doors, people were picking fingerprints to find bloodstains; in the cupboards, on the shelves, and under the bed, every piece of paper and junk was carefully selected. Bu Chonghua stepped on the survey board from the balcony and walked into the house, and every step had to cross the survey that was gathered in twos and threes. Serial murder scene.
Outside the window, a bright flash of lightning pierced the sky, and thunderous thunder rumbled.
"Bu Chonghua!" Director Wang called from the bedroom.
Bu Chonghua squeezed into the room sideways between the two trace inspectors: "Have you found anything?"
Wang Jiuling sat on the side of the messy bed with half of her butt in the air, and the two Internet policemen who had applied for the report temporarily put their heads together, their four eyes turned to Gao Baokang's old alien computer, and said intently, "Yes. ."
Bu Chonghua made a move.
"Go, buy a bottle for one of us, Pulse up."
"… "
Bu Chonghua's face was expressionless, he took out ten dollars and stuffed it to the winking intern. After a while, the intern trotted all the way to buy two bottles of Pulse from the canteen downstairs, and was picked up by Wang Jiuling with his feet crossed.
"Can you tell me what you found now?"
Wang Jiuling said seriously: "Gao Baokang's most frequently watched videos are game explanations, but he has never given a reward in the game live broadcast room. The yellow mini-game has charged a total of 20,000 yuan, and he has given gifts to four anchors, and three have done it. Boobs stuffed, one had a nose done. There are four T's of Japanese action movies on the hard drive, and he used to be the administrator of a pirated novel website."
"..." Bu Chonghua asked, "What about the 502 case?"
Wang Jiuling pondered for a moment, then asked solemnly, "Does it count as multiple searches for dismemberment, body disposal, anonymous absconding, etc., in the past month?"
The internet policeman silently covered half of his face with a water bottle.
Bu Chonghua was condescending, staring at Wang Jiuling motionless, the thin air in the room gradually solidified and pressurized.
"That... Step, don't do this." Director Wang said sincerely, with his neck shrunk, "I've been busy with you for a long time in the middle of the night, isn't it worth your bottle of pulse? Sometimes you can't eat hot tofu when you are impatient. You have to let the truth behind the case slowly reveal itself over time, and let time take away your anxiety and sorrow at the moment..."
Bu Chonghua said coldly, "Like taking your hair away?"
Wang Jiuling: "!!"
Bu Chonghua stroked his thick hair back with five fingers, bathed in the instantly full of hatred around him, and slowly turned around and left the bedroom.
"I will never be out of the field of the Criminal Investigation Detachment again," Wang Jiuling said through gritted teeth.
"..." The Internet police said aggrievedly: "Me too."
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"Let's go!" At 12:30 in the evening, the carpet search was basically completed. Wang Jiuling moved his numb legs while leaning against the wall, while waving his hands to drive away the poor cubs under his command, weakly ordered: "All the inspection materials are collected Okay, let’s talk about the analysis results when we get back to the bureau tomorrow, and be careful when you get home in the middle of the night! It’s raining so hard outside! Hey, wait, let two people drive and take the Internet police home first!”
Bu Chonghua stood sideways in front of the window sill, the phone was next to his ear, and after a while he heard the call from the opposite side: "Hello, the user you dialed is busy..."
I did not answer.
"What are you doing here?" Wang Jiuling stuck her head out of the porch, and said gloomily, "You promised to send me home after twelve o'clock, so why don't you hurry up?"
"..." Bu Chonghua cut off the phone, the screen that displayed the word "Wu Yu" went out, and stood up as if nothing had happened: "Let's go."
Wang Jiuling stood at the entrance of the corridor to smoke and dissipate his breath. Finally, Bu Chonghua roamed around each room, returned to the gate and squatted down to take off his shoe covers, but his movements stopped slowly.
The voices and footsteps dissipated, and the one-bedroom, which had nowhere to stay, suddenly became deserted. In the darkness, there was a faint shadow of the standing furniture in the room, and the torrential rain cracked against the glass windows, leaving wet streaks of water.
A few flashes of lightning flashed in an instant, and the mess in the room was instantly illuminated.
Everyone knows that Gao Baokang's death is suspicious, but no one has produced evidence that the murderer died of homicide.
A few hours ago, Liu Li's rental house was inspected for the fourth time. Diao Jianfa's bar was closed and swept over. The 100-meter radius around the flood discharge cave where Gao Ling was killed was bitten by police dogs. Not a single one is left... Now even Gao Baokang's house has been swept away. If there is no abnormality after the test results come out in two days, what will they do
Monitoring is not everything. The sky-eye system is under construction and development, but it is impossible to cover every corner and every centimeter of the whereabouts of human society.
As if being driven by some kind of force, Bu Chonghua got up like a sleepwalker and walked into the house again.
- After killing Gao Ling, is it possible for Gao Baokang to return home
- He followed Gao Ling for more than a month. During this more than a month, is it possible that the oriole was also spying on the mantis, so as to leave clues
Bu Chonghua walked from every corner of the house, and following his footsteps, the murderer's life scene after scene emerged in the void:
Gao Baokang, who was eating takeaway at the square table, devoured his food while staring at the live video of the game. He put the phone on the tissue box, swiped around, grabbed something and propped it up behind the phone case, supporting the screen to stand obliquely—
The desktop was cluttered, and on the half-empty tissue box there was a round thing, a shriveled orange.
Gao Baokang, who was sitting in front of the computer and playing games, sometimes yelled at him, and sometimes pressed the mouse on the keyboard. previous press-
On the left side of the alien computer, the paint on the desktop is mottled, and it has been blackened with several dots over the years.
The countless paper balls under the bed, the stains on the walls, the empty snack bags in the corners, the takeaway receipts in the trash can… all tell the empty and repeated daily life of the master. In another time and space, the countless Gao Baokang who played games, watched videos, smoked and cursed, and intoxicated himself, silently interpreting his pale and hopeless short life in front of Bu Chonghua's eyes.
Bu Chonghua opened the wardrobe, lifted the quilt, and opened every drawer of the bedside table.
Gao Baokang bought some women's underwear on second-hand trading websites. As for the inferior lipsticks, powder puffs, plastic combs, and a few bottles of nail polishes such as his aunt's red watermelon green mango yellow, they may have been left by him when he brought his escort home. . There are not many of these things, and they are all piled up in the bottom drawer of the bedside table. The underwear belts are tangled and knotted, and they are faintly black because they have not been washed for a long time. The middle drawer is stuffed with various chargers and data cables, replaced computer parts, as well as a scrapped mouse and a keyboard. The top drawer was filled with cigarette cases, earplugs, cold medicine, nail clippers, paper smoking boxes, hotel lighters, etc. It was very full. Bu Chonghua reached out and took it out, but he didn't find anything out of the ordinary.
He straightened up when a bolt of lightning flashed across the room, and something from the pile of scraps in the drawer leaped into view—a half-bottle of clear nail polish.
In fact, it is not surprising that Gao Baokang also collects several bottles of nail polish, which are red, orange, yellow and green.
But at that moment, a trace of indescribable suspicion suddenly caught Bu Chonghua's movements.
Aren't women's items in the bottom drawer
"..." He hesitated for a moment, turned on the bedside lamp, moved closer, and reached in again to carefully look through the mess of junk. Not long after he pulled out several more bottles of nail polish from the innermost corner of the drawer, all of them were transparent, but most of them were empty.
If the red nail polish still has a strong feminine color, what do these bottles of transparent nail polish represent, and why are they put together with the most commonly used lighter paper boxes
Suddenly, an incredible thought flashed across Bu Chonghua's mind.
Kobacon is not collecting them, he is… using them.
But a man, why use clear nail polish
"Bu Chonghua!" Wang Jiuling's roar came from the gate, mixed with the sound of pouring rain: "What about you! Have you lost your diarrhoea! Damn, it will be dawn if you don't come out!"
Bu Chonghua turned a deaf ear, staring at the transparent bottles on the table, with countless doubts and confusion, like hundreds of millions of bright spots floating up and down in the deep sea, gradually returning to silence in the deep darkness.
Immediately afterwards, a gossamer-like shimmer suddenly flashed in the abyss—
The thunder shattered the sky, boom!
Bu Chonghua suddenly turned around, reached into the closet with one hand, and lifted the rows of wire hangers heavily. The torrential rain outside the window reflected his expressionless face, but his lips were clenched tightly due to extreme tension. A few seconds later, he touched what he was looking for, and mercilessly pulled from the hanger — swoosh!
Shaw!
A few pairs of jeans were thrown on the bed, and Bu Chonghua's fingers trembled as he touched the inside of his trousers one by one, and then his heart shrank violently at that moment, and a strong blood was madly squeezed towards his limbs—
Dengdengdeng stepped from far to near, Wang Jiuling rushed into the room angrily: "You are in a daze again, I beg you not to hurry..."
"I found evidence."
"Hurry up and pack up... What did you say?!"
Bu Chonghua's eyes were bloodshot, he stumbled half a step, leaned against the wall to stand, grabbed two bottles of nail polish from the bedside table and held them up in front of him, breathing heavily and hoarsely laughed: "See what this is?"
Wang Jiuling stayed for a while.
"Kao Baokang is a patient with immune system disorder, and his specific manifestation is metal allergy. It is so severe that he must use transparent nail polish to coat all metal products that come into contact with the human body, including the inside of the belt head, the metal buckle of the jeans, and even the metal zipper of the outer pants that do not directly contact the skin. And Li Hongxi explained that the inner frame of the human bone helmet is made of silver. The main component of Tibetan silver is not silver, but white copper, which is the nickel-copper alloy that is most likely to cause strong metal allergies; as long as Gao Baokang wears it, the heavy rain and humid environment will aggravate the metal The release of nickel quickly causes itching, swelling and ulceration of the entire head and face, and even suffocation in severe cases, so it is almost impossible for him to complete the pursuit and murder with a helmet and then escape, he does not have the ability to kill Nian Xiaoping!"
Wang Jiuling was truly stunned, goosebumps climbed up her back layer by layer, she didn't know how to speak.
"The skeleton killer He Xingxing saw was someone else, and there was a murderer hidden behind the 502 murder case." Bu Chonghua restrained his breathing, grabbed the transparent nail polish with survey gloves, and packed it with an evidence bag. He hurried out: "- Immediately return to the sub-bureau to perform an autopsy on Gao Baokang's remaining limbs, and produce a report on the immune system disorder overnight. The case of Nian Xiaoping's death cannot be combined and closed. From tomorrow, the files will be separated and the investigation will be restarted!"